five and me ↴ the umbrella academy

chapter twelve ↴ well, plot twist

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THE TOPIC OFFENDS YOU!

"you know, i really wasn't expecting this one."

Kenzie and Five had their fingers laced, side by side as they stared at burnt dolls and scratched posters.

"this is really creepy," Diego commented. Kenzie rolled her eyes, and shot him a look. "no shit, dickhead. this guy has some real issues man, I mean, look at this." "no shit, dickhead." Diego mimicked sending her the same look.

"this was never about Vanya," Allison said suddenly. "this was about us."

Kenzie rolled her eyes. "you manage to make everything come out of your mouth self centred."

Allison glared at her, though Kenzie just shrugged. "what? it's the truth, don't be mad at me for being truthful sis."

"shit . . ." Kenzie heard Five mutter. she turned to him with a worried look. "Five? you okay, babe?" she asked worriedly.

he coughed, and tried to form an answer but ended up collapsing. "oh my— why does this always happen to you, Five?!"

Kenzie dropped down next to him and pulled up his shirt, revealing a gory injury that made her want to gag. "fuck, why didn't you say something sooner?! quick fuckhead, help me get him to the car!" she ordered Diego, who nodded and for once actually listened without arguing.

"you have to keep going . . . so close." Five coughed, taking her hand.

"babe, stop talking! honestly, idiot, I swear you're cursed or something." Kenzie fretted. "it's okay, Pixie, I'm fine."

"that's what you always say, babe."

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Kenzie worriedly gazed at Five's still form as his robot mother Grace stepped back and smoothed her dress.

"will he be alright, Grace?" she questioned nervously, clutching her boyfriend's hand tightly.

Grace nodded and replied, "yes, dear, he will be alright. i'll leave you two alone." she smiled then exited the room.

Kenzie let out a breath. "Five, I seriously feel like I've been talking to you when your injured more than you're not." she laughed breathlessly, resting her head on the bed next to Five's unconscious body. "must be fucking cursed or some shit like that, hm? but I have complete faith you'll get better, so I'm not gonna cry okay? because like Ariana Grande once said, I ain't got no tears left to cry, sweetie. I'm rambling aren't I?"

Kenzie fell silent as time passed.

a little while later, Five groaned and shifted. he tried to sit up but Kenzie stopped him. "hey, take it easy tiger." she murmured.

"Pixie?" Five asked peeling an eye open.

she nodded and kissed his forehead softly. "yeah, babe, it's me."

Five groaned and shifted over on the bed, opening his arms.

Kenzie laughed softly and climbed into the bed next to him.

"why didn't you say anything, Five?" she asked, threading her fingers through his thick brown hair.

he shrugged weakly. "I didn't want to make an issue."

Kenzie sighed. "Five, listen to me. I have no fucking idea what kind of trauma you went through, sweetheart, but keeping it in isn't the answer. telling us would've been a better idea then keeping it in and then almost bleeding out on the floor of some psycho's house."