𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙳𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. ||Five x reader||

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

3rd person pov

Five walked around his old childhood home. It looked no different then when he had left. He walked upstairs to change out of his oversized suit. He moved to opened the closet, only to see Umbrella Academy uniforms.

"Ah shit." He mumbled to himself, as he changed into one of them. He then continued to stroll through the entire house before stopping in front of the fireplace.

Five stared up at the picture of him hanging over the mantle. He then looked to the right of the picture and saw a second one. This painting was of a small (h/c) haired girl, who had a very nice smile. Her warm (e/c) eyes were looking straight ahead. She looked so happy.

Five stared at the picture of the girl, what did she have to do with the commission? He heard footsteps coming from behind him, he only imagined it to be Vanya.

"Nice to see dad didnt forget me... or her." Five said, the last part coming out more of a mumble, as he was still confused about what she would be doing at the commission.

"Yeah...." Vanya answered, not knowing what else to say. Luckily more footsteps were heard as well as the clacking of a cane, Pogo appeared from beside Vanya.

"Your father never stopped believing you know, never gave up on thinking that you were still out there. What happened to y/n still remains a mystery...." the chimp said in his normal soothing voice.

Five finally looked away from the painting and turned to face Number Seven.

"Read your book by the way, found it in a library that was still standing. I thought it was pretty ballsy, giving up the family secrets." He informed her."I'm sure that went over well." He said in more of a question then anything.

"They hate me." she said sadly, then started looking down.

Soon the others started to pour into the room, all taking seats at the barstools, couch, or armchairs. Five joined them and stood leaning against a wall, wanting to hear what Luther has to say. The big man moved to the center of all the siblings, and looked as if he were thinking about what to say.

Y/n's pov
I got up off of the cement, and almost fell over again. My legs were so weak they felt like jello. I managed to keep myself up, and began walking to try and find the acedemy. I didnt know the streets very well, before I was kidnapped, dad never let us out of the house unless it was for missions.

I had a headache that felt like I had stuffed a bunch of cotton balls up my nose and into my brain. It hurt, by I had felt worse.

The town looked a little more gloomy then it normally did, but it didn't bother me. I turned my head side to side, taking in my home town. I then looked to the left to see Griddy's, I now knew exactly where I was. I knew how to get from the acedemy from here. I was so excited to see everyone again. I couldn't wait.

Third person pov

"So, I guess we should get this started." Luther told everyone nervously.

"Get what started?" Klaus asked as he poured himself a drink.

"Well, I was thinking we could have some sort of memorial, you know in dad's favourite spot." He answered the addict.

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asked Luther.

"Right under the oak tree, we used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther answered Allison's question and then asked his own.

"Not all of us were Number One." Diego retorted, using air quotes when he said "one".

"Well great! Will there be refreshment? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Klaus chimed in, so they wouldnt fight.