The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Best Funeral Ever!

By the time Luther called them to the memorial service, it was already raining. Klaus grabbed a coat and an umbrella while (Y/N) put on a brown jacket and changed her sandals for shoes.

-Aren't you bringing an umbrella?- Klaus asked as they go down the stairs.

-No, I like feeling the drops on my skin.

-Okay.

They meet with the others at the door and together go out, Luther leading with the urn between hands. The nine people gather in a circle.

-Did something happened?- Grace asks.

Everyone looks at her, confused.

-Dad died. Remember?- Alisson answers.

-Oh. Yes, of course.

-Is Mom okay?

-Yeah, yeah, she's fine- Diego is quick at defending her-. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.

-Whenever your ready, dear boy- Pogo says to Luther.

One nods and opens the urn letting the ashes fall to the ground. Klaus and (Y/N) make a face and blush when only a small amount comes out.

-Probably would have been better with some wind- they fall into an awkward silence.

-Does anyone wish to speak?

Again, the silence.

-Me- (Y/N) says shyly, giving a step forward-. Of course, if you don't mind, Luther.

The man just shrugs his shoulders and nods.

-Well... I really didn't know Sir Reginald, but I don't believe anyone actually did. He was a mysterious man, very closed, I could never figure him out, not even with my powers. But in some way, that made me liked him more. He is one of the two people who has ever confused me, therefore intrigue me- Luther examines her body expressions-. I'm so grateful for what he did for me, I could never repay that debt. During the three years we lived together, he was like the father I never had... A bitter, cold, and odd father. But still a father.

Diego looks at her with a raised eyebrow, but Luther is impressed at the tears falling down her cheeks.

-I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'll miss him dearly, just that.

She goes back to Klaus, who hugs and lets her cry in his shoulder. He even throws his cigarette, so the steam doesn't bother her. She was cold and wet, but he doesn't mind. He thinks it's weird she loved her dad that much, but hey, he was no one to judge considering her past.

-Wise words, Miss (Y/N)- Pogo takes her place-. Now, anyone else?

Silence.

-Then I'll like to say that, in all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master... And my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy...

-He was a monster- Diego interrupts as Klaus laughs-. He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him.

-Diego!- Alisson reprehends him. (Y/N) listens to the conversation with her face buried in Klaus's neck. She's almost bitting her tongue, trying not to argue with the boy.

-My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it.

-Would anyone want something to eat?- Grace speaks.

-No, it's okay, Mom- Vanya puts a hand on her shoulder.

-Oh, okay.

-Look you wanna pay your respects?- Diego walks to the middle of the circle-. Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was!