Dragons, Umbrellas, and bones

Funerals aren't for Interogations

Diego was worried.

It had been nearly 11 years since he last seen or heard from Klaus, and the last time he did see him was in a hospital after said brother overdosed and nearly died.

It had been a decade since anyone had seen him, and even then it was only because Vanya bumped into him at a craft shop. The guy looked like shit and was buying fabric, a hand sewing kit, a few books, some yarn and a pack of crochet hooks. He also was with some people, a couple young kids  no older than 7 in some slightly worn out martial arts uniforms and fuzzy belts.

Klaus has apparently just stared at Vanya, apologized for bumping into her, paid for his stuff with a wad of cash and left with the kids in tow. The kids began talking to Klaus as they left, but Vanya couldn't catch anything before they disappeared.

Nonetheless, this was possibly the only way he could get answers.

Diego just wished it wasn't at a funeral. Granted it was his father's funeral, and that man was an abusive dick who ruined their lives, but the point still stands.

"We're back, and thank fuck dad isn't here anymore or he'd be getting an ass whooping for the bullshit he put us through and lying to us!" Came echoing from the entry hall, a familiar voice belonging to a similarly familiar figure donning a loose jacket, a tank top, and pants that looked like a samurai would wear them. Slipper-like shoes and a bunch of bone-like pins and accessories finished off the look, with black curls longer than what their father would have allowed held back with more of the pins and some beads that suspiciously looked like vertebra.

With said long-missing brother was a male probably about the same age as them and completely covered head to toe.  A beanie covered his black-brown hair, sunglasses and a surgical mask obscuring his face. Black jeans and a dark grey pull-over hoodie enveloped the man's body, black gloves and combat boots finishing the look.

Oh, and he had a long red and white cane usually only seen used by blind people.

"Hey, Diego! It's been ages, man! I haven't seen you since that last time Klaus fucked up! Ah, wait... you probably didn't see me. I was a ghost then. Bleh." The probably-blind man rambled, taping the cane and moving his head like he's sniffing the air as he made his way towards Diego.

"W-who are you and why are you b-being so familiar?" Stuttered from the knife thrower's mouth, blades in hand almost instantly from years of practice.

"Diego, love, this is Ben.  As in our brother? Let's just say I figured out that "the necromancer" is a more fitting title for me. He just literally fused with his powers when he revived, altering his appearance and resulting in his eyes being useless unless it's for detecting heat and what not. Now, why don't we go see the others, hm?" Klaus interjected, practically oozing exasperation as he silently moved towards his brothers. Once he got to Diego, he further surprised him with a tight hug.

Diego was understandably shocked. He had expected a half-dead Klaus, if any Klaus, to stumble in high off his ass and immediately to try to pocket shit to pawn off for drug money or something. Well, color him surprised that not only was Klaus apparently very sober and healthier than ever before if the lean yet rock hard muscles he felt were any indication, but he was apparently far more powerful than they had believed.

He brought the dead back to life. It was not without consequences, but it gave the family a chance to be almost whole again.

"Hey, Diego! What's taking so long? Luther is getting antsy and-! Wait, KLAUS? Is that you?"

"Ah, Alison! How's my favorite fashion buddy doing? I brought a little surprise for everyone! Diego knows already but that's because he was freaking out." Klaus practically chirped in glee as he let go of Diego and went to tackle-hug his sister, paper-white skin suddenly more apparent in the better lighting of the stairwell.