°you shouldn't have come along°

▪︎part thirty▪︎

The usual humming that filled the home was gone and instead replaced with an uncomfortable silence that pierced through the air. Y/n noticed this as she changed back into a uniform, an action that reminded her that no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she would always return to the academy.

A light knock echoed against the door and Y/n sighed before calling for the unknown person to enter. To her surprise it was Luther, someone she didn't want to see in her emotional state. "Yes, Luther?" She asked pulling on her coat. Luther stepped into the room, looking around at the chaos within, "What happened here?" He asked. Y/n shrugged, sitting down on her bed to pull on her shoes, "I don't know it was like this when I woke up." She explained not giving it much thought.

"Did you do it?" Luther wondered bending over to pick up a photo from the floor. It was one of them, taken courtesy of their mother. Both of them were laying upside down on the couch, their faces growing red with the blood rushing to their heads and their feet dangling over the back. Luther smiled softly before setting the photo on her wrecked desk. "What do you mean? How could I do this?" She asked standing up. Luther turned to her a feeling of nostalgia washing over him upon seeing her in her uniform again.

"I don't know, maybe your powers are acting up?" He suggested. Y/n looked down at her hands as if they held the answer before shaking her head. "Do our powers even do that?" She asked crouching down to pick up the first aid kit. "Well maybe not me or the others but we only have one power, Y/n." Luther explained. Y/n sighed setting the small container on her bed before moving to her closet. "I don't have a power, I'm only able to backpack off of you guys." She argued opening the wardrobe and digging around for a bag she knew she had somewhere.

"Y/n, you know that isn't true." Luther said stepping towards her bed. He picked up the ripped sheet before noticing the bloodied cover that she had stuffed under her bed in a poor attempt to keep her injury from the others. "You remember what Dad said. 'You're merely a carrier.' I don't have my own unique power." She quoted setting the backpack down on her bed and stuffing the first aid kit inside it. "Going somewhere?" Luther asked as Y/n turned away from the backpack. "To find Five. I'm worried." She told him grabbing hold of a few spare shirts in case her wound began to bleed again.

"I think he can handle being alone another day." Luther said trying to keep her at the house as long as possible. He knew it was selfish and that they had every right to be together but he really didn't want her to leave. In the short few days she's been this way he was reminded how much he cared for her and refused to let her slip away again.

"Well I can't. It's been 17 years and even longer for him. I should be with him." She insisted grabbing her bag. Luther followed her as she left the room and headed down the hall to the stairs. "I'll go with you then." Luther offered. Y/n laughed softly turning to him, "Luther, I know you want me to stay. I wish I could but there's something Five and I have to take care of and we're slowly running out of time. I really want to fix what happened and I do care about you but now isn't the time. I'm sorry." She explained, softly grasping his arm. He looked down at her hand, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

"Yeah. Yeah of course, you go." He mumbled. She smiled softly before stepping forwards and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'll come back, ok?" She said. He nodded wrapping his arms around her small frame, enjoying the second hug he had received from her after years of isolation. "Yeah, ok." He replied. She pulled away, giving him a gentle smile before turning and walking to the stairs. He stayed frozen in the hall, already waiting for her to come back.

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Y/n slowly made her way down the street, walking in the direction of the company building that Five had been watching. People bustled by in every direction, going in and out of stores and buildings. She gripped her backpack strap tighter, pushing through the adults that were much larger than her. She was slowly growing annoyed with her child body and she could only imagine how Five was feeling since he didn't exactly possess as much patience as she did.