Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 104

Year 4

Y/N SWIFTLY DODGED Number Five's every right and left hook, keeping a rhythm as she synchronized her swats with his punches until she was able to take one of his fists into her hold. When Five decided to capture her by the shoulder, Y/N ducked to the left and harshly tugged his hand to the right and over his head.

She caught him off guard as she spun him with his own arm wrapped around himself. A pair of scissors was split to hold the sharp edge against Five's stubbly throat.

"I win," she stated right next to his ear. A bemused grin played around the corners of her opponent's lips.

Still, Number Five believed that he could get out of the girl's grasp in time. He just needed to make a jump, in the count of three;

One.

Two.

Three!

Alas, when he opened his eyes, he remained trapped in her grasp while his powers just sputtered along his hands.

Another year and a few months have passed since the day Number Five reconciled with Y/N after she saved him from the Secret Police. They eventually talked things out the day after and had grown closer to each other -- more comfortable with one another's presence.

Since then, they've grown used to their lives living in this whacky timeline transport and jumping through train tunnels. Their travel bags were full of essentials that they've found throughout every timeline they've been to as well as a couple of knick knacks they kept in case they had time to spare. On certain occasions such as this, they found that it was a good idea to hone their skills in hand-to-hand combat and their supernatural abilities for self-defense purposes.

That being said, Y/N felt as if she'd been brought back to the old house -- the Umbrella Academy; the place where they met and grew up in... until Five was 13, at least. Nonetheless, this felt just like the simpler times when they were kids, simpler than whatever it is that got them here if not the most.

Except during this time, on many occasions, one of them was having more trouble with their powers.

Five let out a sigh and allowed himself to tap out in defeat. A growing frustration in him was subtly making itself known before he took a seat with his back facing Y/N for a haircut that was long overdue. They fought for whose hair was going to be cut first, after all; they did it mainly to find even the slightest of fun from their boredom.

Regardless, they still stood by their original objectives. However, Five and Y/N were no longer bothered about taking their time. They believed it was better than hustling themselves up to an empty hope.

They simply and idly wait for the next train to pick them up and take their chances; if they find themselves in a pleasant timeline, they explore and collect supplies and food from it; and if they land on a timeline that would put their lives on the line, then it was just sheer, rotten luck. They'll just have to survive the latter until the next train arrives.

In this case, the timeline they were currently in was safe enough to stay in the station and let off a little steam for a quick trim.

Y/N patted Five by the shoulders after she wrapped a piece of cloth around him. It was big enough to be a cape. She couldn't find any words of consolation that wouldn't make her sound like some cocky sore winner. Still, she tried in a matter of time, "You'll get there, Five." And it was a poor attempt.

Luckily for her, he bit into it in a second. "I just don't understand. I've been doing the same methods that I did when I was a kid, yet none of them worked," he huffed.