Hopefully, I'll Be Nothing Like Him (a UA Fanfic)

VIII

"Did something happen?"

Today is the memorial service day of Reginald Hargreeves. The Hargreeves siblings with Pogo and Grace gathered up in the courtyard, where Luther knows was Reginald's favourite spot. Luther closed his eyes, he hated going to the courtyard more and more, remembering what happened at the exact spot that he's standing over.

"Dad died," Allison reminded her. "Remember?"

"Oh," Grace frowned, looking down. "Yes, of course."

"Is Mum okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine," Diego answered quickly. "She just needs to rest-" Diego shrugged. "You know, recharge."

Pogo entered, gripping his walking stick before he looks at Luther, giving him a small nod. "Whenever you're ready, dear boy."

Luther nodded, taking a few steps forth. He opens the urn filled with Reginald's ashes, sighing sadly before dumping the contents out lamely. Luther looks around his siblings awkwardly, who just looked away. "Probably would have been better with some wind."

No one made any acknowledgements to what he said. Very well.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked, looking at the siblings. Again, no one said anything. Pogo sighed. "Very well." Pogo coughed before he took a deep breath in. "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 cuts, looking at the ashes, hate in his eyes. Klaus laughed, cigarette smoke leaving his mouth. "He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."

"Diego," Allison cuts, looking at him with softness in her eyes, but Diego didn't care.

"My name is Number Two. You know why?" Diego asked, moving forward. "Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual, normal names. He had Mum do it."

"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace cuts, smiling at her children.

"No, it's okay, Mum," Vanya quickly answered.

"Oh, okay."

"Look, you wanna pay your respects?" Diego shrugged, looking around. "Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."

"You should stop talking now." Luther glanced at Diego, annoyance in his eyes.

Diego scoffed, turning to face Luther as he moved forward. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I am warning you."

"After everything he did to you?" Diego smirked. "He used you as his toy, he made you bake his bun in your oven. And when he couldn't have his fun with you anymore, he had to ship you a million miles away."

"Diego, stop talking," Luther hissed.

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego hits Luther's chest, and Luther starts punching him. Diego dodged his hand and instead punched him.

"Boys, stop this at once!" Pogo shouts, but none listened to him as they were too busy fighting each other. Pogo only shook his head as he gripped on his cane, leaving the courtyard first.

"Come on, Big Boy!" Diego shouts at Luther, and Luther ran to him. Diego mounts his back, punching it repeatedly.

"Stop it!" Vanya shouts.

"Hit him!" Klaus made a punching motion as he grinned, looking at the fight that's happening before him. "Hit him!"

"Get off me!" Diego yelled as Luther lifts him, the smaller boy punching the bigger one repeatedly.

"We don't have time for this." Five grit their lips as they began to leave the courtyard.

"Come here, Big Boy!" Diego shouted as he stands before Ben's statue. Luther ran at Diego, about to punch him as Diego immediately moved away, Luther instead punching the statue off.

"Oh-" Allison raised her brow. "And there goes Ben's statue." Shaking her head, Allison decided to follow Five as she entered the manor too. Diego reached his pocket to take out a knife, and Vanya widened her eyes as she sees what Diego's about to do.

"Diego, no!" Vanya shouted, but it's no use. Diego has already thrown the knife, slicing Luther's arm. Luther grunts as he held his cut arm, gasping at the burning sensation it leaves as it becomes contact with his rain-soaked hand, panting as he walked away.

"You never know when to stop, do you?" Vanya asked, looking at Diego up close.

"You got enough material for your sequel yet?" Diego smirked.

"He was my father, too."

And Diego left with Grace, Klaus crouching on Reginald's ashes. Vanya looked around, looking at the destroyed statue. Vanya sighed as she walked to the broken statue, moving the debris to be closer to the mental plaque. Vanya stopped, startled, as she sees where the head lays, on another metal plaque, way smaller than Ben's.

Katrina Luisa Hargreeves
2008
A pure soul who'll always brighten her father's days

Vanya brushed over the middle name. Luisa? Isn't that Luther's deadname? Who was this girl, why does she have Luther's deadname and their last name? Who is her parent? Is it one of them? Vanya furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out who it is. Allison? No, her daughter is Claire and not Katrina. Five is out of the equation altogether, they just returned from wherever they were seventeen years ago. Klaus? No, he told her that he'll never step foot in the Academy again after moving out, Diego too.

Luther.

Of course, it's Luther, the fact that the first two names are German and the name 'Luisa' points out that much. Reginald would never care if he got someone pregnant to name them. Vanya closed her eyes as she remembers what Diego said, 'He used you as his toy, he made you bake his bun in your oven.'. Obviously, it's Luther. From what Diego said, she can conclude too that the girl's other father is Reginald.

Vanya shuddered, reading the year 2008. In 2008, they were all 19. Barely old enough to actually consent to fucking, no way old enough to consent to fucking someone decades older than them. Vanya held her breath as the revelation dawned upon her. Damn, Reginald is so low. Fool, why did Luther stay all those years ago? Why didn't he ever move out? This place is no good for him! This wouldn't have happened if he left!

Why is it only 2008? Why is there no line? Why is there only one year? Did this Katrina girl ever live long enough to have two different years? Vanya assumes no, there's no line. Hell, she's not even sure she got the chance to live.

Fuck.