𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚄𝙼 ☂ Five Hargreeves

04 ☂ Sexual Tension...

☂ Sexual tension... ☂

Five's fingers were tightly holding a glass eyeball, the only lead to stop the apocalypse, as the two assassins stood in front of a Medical Lab, trains rumbling in the distance.

"So, you're simply going to ask politely?" As they enter the laboratory and begun to explore the white-painted inside, Eight murmurs over to him.

"That's the plan, dumbass," Five mutters to himself.

Eight kicked his leg, prompting a hiss, but they shrugged it off as they recalled their purpose for being here.

Indistinct chatter filled the background as people in white coats walked around, not sparing a second on the two teenagers.

"Uh, can I help you?" asked a man.

"I need to know who this belongs to" Five explained, lifting the eyeball in his hand for the man to see.

"Where did you get that?" the Lab rat asked, his gaze fixated on the glass prosthetic.

"Why do you care?" Five barked, getting to his own defense, pulling his hand behind his back.

"Five" Eight looked cautiously at the boy, signaling for him to calm down.

"We found it... At a playground actually." Five said, now in a calmer state. "Must've just.." said the girl, clicking on her tongue "popped out." she smiled mischievously.

"We want to return it to its rightful owner" said Five, trying to form a smile for display.

"Oh.. What a thoughtful young man" the woman behind the desk finally looked up at them.

Eight glared at her, not sure why she did that, but she felt like the woman was trying to flirt with Five, and for some reason she couldn't stand that.

"Yeah, look up the name for me, will ya?" Five used his most innocent eyes and smile to use the woman to their advantage.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but patients records are strictly confidential" stated the man in the lab coat. "That means I can't -.." he continued, trying to explain the two teenagers what he meant.

"Yeah, we know what it means" Eight barked at him, cutting his sentence short.

After a bit of time, Five started losing his temper, pulling the man by his collar and threatening him, but it only ended one way - having to leave before the security arrived.

"That went well" Eight sighed, sitting down on the stairs of the building.

"Oh shut up" Five barked, seeming distressed.

"Well, you better figure out a plan, because I'm done helping you." Eight clapped her hand together, standing up from her place and walking towards the slightly taller guy.

"No, you're not. We're doing this." Five denied.

"You. You are doing this. You're on your own now. I'm not your dog, Five. I won't wiggle my tail and follow you around. You said you don't need me." Eight spit her words into his face, both their expressions hard as stone.

"Oh, not a dog but you loved when I called you puppy" Five smirked at his own remark.

"You're so close to losing your life" Eight threatened him, her hand lifting up to his chest, expressing her next move.

"You like it or not, you're helping me with this." Five demanded, grabbing her hand that was placed on his chest and pulling it away, all while never breaking eye contact with the girl.