Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

"WHOA-OH!" STANLEY AND Klaus waltzed inside the White Buffalo Suite as soon as Klaus' lock-picking was an immense success.

The suite wasn't a part of Stan's to-clean list, but they decided to take a short break from that and broke into a luxurious room. None of the rooms ever looked this neat and bright.

The walls were painted in pink and peach mixed together. Most furnitures were as white and furry as the stuffed buffalo head attached to a wall over the fireplace. "Whoa, a pachinko!" Not to mention, there's a wall that was crowded with feminine paintings and a game that brought nostalgia to themselves.

"Look at this." Stanley helped himself on playing the game for quick second before he explored the whole room again.

Klaus' eye wandered off to the highlight of the room -— the stuffed head of the white buffalo. It reminded him of the painting displayed in Sir Reginald's study.

He got fixated on it for too long that he just realized he'd been seeing white buffalos recently. At first, he thought it was merely coincidental, but his hunch was telling him otherwise.

He felt the need to talk to the old man again. Who knows? Maybe he'd find the feeling he's been looking for this whole time.

As he let Stan play with the spear gun, Klaus gazed up the white buffalo one last time before tearing his eyes away from it to take a look at the pachinko. He never noticed it had some sort of geometric pattern on its background.

As much as he found it unique, he needed to see the old man. "Hey, chop-chop, Stan. Gotta go see a man about a buffalo--"

Before he knew it, he felt a penetrating punch through his chest.

He thought it was nothing until he saw Stan looking at him in horror. Not to mention, the spear was gone from the gun he was holding. As the pain lingered, Klaus couldn't help but feel the same petrifying energy his nephew gave. It didn't take long for him to put the pieces together.

There was a hole in his chest.

"Oh, shit."

Just like that, he grew lifeless.

****

The rest of the Umbrella Academy, apart from Allison and Diego, went along with the plan Sloane had proposed.

They all waited for the Sparrows by the bay where the city lights appeared from afar. Y/N stood beside Viktor and listened to the blaring of the ship's horn while it sloshed around the scintillating water. The spot reminded her of the times when she would just stand there and let the crispy wind hit her face while she had a drink in her hand. She'd be lying if she didn't miss those moments.

"Hey, Y/N?"

The girl's trip to memory lane was cut short as Sloane called for her. She diverted her eyes to the Sparrow who was now standing in front of her and responded with a kind hum.

"I just wanted to, uhm, to thank you for standing up for me." Sloane said to Y/N, faintly smiling at her. She never got to do so when it occurred as Y/N disappears a lot.

The Unseen returned the smile with a tired one, appreciating how nice Sloane really is. "No worries." She replied to the woman in front of her, "I already knew you were telling the truth. Just because they didn't like what they heard, doesn't mean they had the right force you to say what they wanted to hear." She added.

Their little chat ended right when they spotted bright headlights in the corner of her eye. Sloane clung onto Luther one last time as a bid of a short goodbye before Ben, Fei, and Chris came into view. It was then Y/N's friendly smile disappeared.