𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

ben hargreeves

'IS YOUR BEDROOM CEILING BORED, LIKE MINE?'

(for the sake of the story imagine ur apart of the academy 😭)

'you're an idiot!' diego shouted at luther again.

it was a routine, you couldn't go a day without them arguing about the smallest things.

boys.

you'd finished your training with dad and were bored out of your mind but who would anyone ever want to hang out with in the academy?

luther and diego were having their 'brother bonding' time, alison had admirable eyes on the blonde (not the first time you've caught her). klaus was off getting high somewhere, as always (you still wonder how he sneaks his stash into the academy.)

five was five. locked up in his room exhausting himself with the silly idea of time travel that dad constantly shot down. 6 had his head deep in a book, in a world of his own. a small strand of hair fell out of place as he flicked the page.

no one ever sees vanya besides from mealtimes.

you sat next to number 6 and grabbed the book from his hands.

"hey!" he screamed, "i was reading that."

"oh really? i didn't notice."

he rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark.

"wuthering heights? i didn't take you for the brontë type." you said looking at the books cover.

he quickly grabbed it, "what do you want, y/n?"

you frowned, "so what, i can't spend time with my brother?"

he cringed "don't we already spend too much time already?"

you dragged him up from his seat, "come onnn, have some fun."

he unwillingly followed you, but come on, you were the most fun the hargreeves family could get.

"are you crazy? dad's gonna know we sneaked out." he whisper shouted at me as we pushed past the gates

"the old mans always rotting away in his office, i'm pretty sure we're fine 6."

the two of you rushed into the store, well you did, knocking a few things over the shelves, and the 7/11 cashier immediately set his eyes on you. 6 muttered a 'sorry' before you rushed him over to the slurpees.

"choose a flavour," you told him, staring at the vast selection of colour.

"i choose to go home," he groaned like the spoilsport he was.

'i'm not wasting $1.99 for nothing, 6."

he (finally) grabbed his cup and filled his slurpee while you wandered through the store, the cashier's eyes still glued on you.

'keychains' you thought to myself as you went through the mini turntable of name tags, dog tags, fake number plates you name it, 'i wish i could get one for 6.'

"hey, you done?" i called out to him, waiting for him by the counter.

he slowly came over, eying you weirdly.

"are you gonna pay or what?" the cashier grunted in front you.

"rude," you frowned "id really be mindful of the rest of your store if i were you."

you heard a hustle of noise and the sounds of guns being cocked behind you. you quickly grabbed the slurpee and left, leaving the cashier to deal with the armed robbers you had imagined.

"what the hell was that?" 6 said looking back to see the cashier scrambling on his feet, unaware of what he was seeing.

"he pissed me off, so i played an illusion on him." you replied, taking a sip out of the slurpee.

he blushed slightly, "can we go home now?"

"not yet, i wanna take you somewhere."

you,again, dragged him along with you bringing him to an arcade.

"so you brought me out to...an arcade?" he aked, rubbing his head slightly.

"i brought you out to save you from that book you wouldnt get away from." you frowned slightly, "look 6. i know our lives are bad enough but you still deserve a childhood."

he sighed. he knew you were right. he knew that it wasn't any of your faults that he was a trained killer but he didn't know anything else.

his books were the only time things ever felt real, contrary to belief. his life was such an unbelievable fantasy, why not indulge himself in another?

"y/n....we're all just numbers. he's not even our dad, grace is a...robot!" he exclaimed, his back falling against the wall of the building.

"you are not just a number! i know everything sucks, believe me i'm living it too. we're apart of some messed up comical world that somehow happens to be real. you are real 6. no one will take that from you," you yelled back, already feeling defeated by his words.

"you're not whatever dad trained you to be."

you heard his cries from his place on the ground, rushing to his side.

"you're right, okay? i don't know anything else y/n. if i'm not this then what am i?" he replied between choked cries, "kids look up to us, they wanna be us. i'd kill to just stop being 'number 6' and just be...me."

"then why don't we start here?" your face lit up with a small smile as you thought of an idea to ease his heart, "give yourself a name. something that finally belongs to you without dad controlling your possession of it."

he looked at you confused, his cheeks still tinted pink from his outburst.

"y/n don't be stupid-"

"it's not stupid. everyone wishes they could pick their name, this is your turn."

he dropped his head back into his knees, mumbling something you couldn't hear.

"what's wrong 6?" you asked again.

"no. not 6." he spoke, suddenly standing up to brush the dirt off of his uniform, "i like...ben."
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AUTHOR ELABORATES ✨

- back after a while !! this a draft that was collecting dust here so i decided to publish 😭
- not my favourite piece of work i apologise but i write better over on my tumblr (psst it's @/yutasenpie)
- hope you're all doing well and having a happy new year! feel free to message me about anything, i love u guys <3

songs 🎶: is your bedroom ceiling bored - cavetown, sody
wc: 1028

until the next chapter my baby biscottes <33