Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 5

"He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?" As he said this, Number four sat down on his chair and the other girls were looking around the room. The both of them chuckled at him.

"Remember how he used to look at us? That scowl?" He pointed at the portrait of their father. "Thank Christ he's not our real father so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!" He exclaimed as he widened his eyes with his fingers and screams mockingly.

Y/N silently laughed at her brother's humour. "Number three! Number Eight!" He mimicked the dead man's voice.

"Get out of his chair." Until Luther came in and walked up to us. "Oh, wow, Luther!" Klaus stared at his brother in fascination as he stood up, "Wow, you really uh.. you really filled that up over the years, huh?" Number four flexed his invisible biceps, talking about Number one's build.

"Klaus," Luther warned but his brother held up a palm. "Save the lecture. I was already leaving." Klaus started walking and Y/N followed him, "You guys can talk amongst yourselves." He chuckled softly.

He was almost out of the office, until Luther stopped him. "Drop it." He commanded.

"Ex-squeeze me?"

"Do it. Now." Luther demanded. The H/C haired girl rolled her eyes at Luther being all Mister commando again.

"Alright. Alright." Klaus sighed. He began digging into his pockets revealing their dad's belongings, "It's just an advance on our inheritance!" He continued taking out things from his coat, "That's all it is."

Once he was done, he walked towards the door once again with Y/N, "No need to get your little panties in a bunch." With that, he walked out of the room along with Y/N.

When Y/N closed the door, she went back to her room once again to make her bed.

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They were all together in the living room. They were engulfed by silence. Y/N didn't know about the others, but she felt uncomfortable and impatient. She was leaned back on the couch beside Vanya, arms are folded together and her leg was bouncing up and down uncontrollably.

Though she doesn't know what she was getting impatient for. The girl felt like something was going to happen. Yet she couldn't point her finger at it.

"I guess we should get this started." Luther spoke up. His serious face never left him like Y/N's unamused look. "So I figured we could have a memorial service in the courtyard at sundown." He continued, "Say a few words, just at Dad's favourite spot."

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison questioned.

"You know, under the oak tree." Y/N raised a brow at Luther and gave him a look as he continued explaining, "We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

"Well wouldn't start questioning you about it if we did that, now, would we?" Y/N retorted.

Luther opened his mouth to get back at the girl but he was cut off by Klaus who had a joint between his fingers with a glass of liquor, "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here." Luther ordered but his brother didn't listen.

"Is that my skirt?" Allison asked when she saw him wearing a black leather skirt. "What? Oh yeah, I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the.. bits." Klaus explained as he posed a little.

"Well it suits you," Number Eight complimented which was partly true. "Ah. Why thank you, darl'," Klaus exclaimed like he was a diva.

"Listen up." All of their attention turned back to Number One, "Still some more important things we need to discuss, alright?"