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we only see each other at weddings and funerals

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the hargreeves siblings gathered outside as the blue vortex in their courtyard grew. four, also known as klaus came running out lugging a fire extinguisher, then chucked it in.

two (diego) and one (luther) bickered for a moment, though they shared confused expressions as two rather grizzled faces appeared.

the family only grew more confused as the old men morphed into two teenagers, both in oversized suits but one missing a jacket, and were hurled through the vortex and onto the ground.

one was caramel skinned and rather bulky, with curly brown hair and jagged nubs peaking through, like broken off horns. he had scars running from each mouth corner to the jawbone, as if his cheek had been sewn back together.

most notably however, were his eyes. his scleras were black instead of white, and his irises were an eye catching gold. these eyes were framed thickly by curly lashes, and below were heavy bags.

the other had been presumed to be dead 17 years prior.

number 5.

they both struggled to their feet, and as they made eye contact registered their appearances quickly.

"shit."

the curly haired boy began moving his hands frantically with a scowl. the other rolled his eyes and hissed, "yes, i was sure the math was right, jesus."

he only received more scolding in sign language, to which he responded by looking away defiantly. his glower turned to shock upon recognizing the people before them.

"does anyone else see little number 5, or is that...just...me?" klaus slurred.

"more important question, who's the kid covered in blood and how did either of them get here?" diego grumbled.

five's partner looked down at his chest and hardness set in his eyes, masking the fear.

"shit, sebastian, was that the day you were taken?" five's voice was uncharacteristically soft as he spoke to him.

sebastian nodded, not meeting his eyes. his mouth and visible neck and chest were coated in fresh blood. the white shirt he wore was slowly soaking up the red substance.

five shrugged off his coat and handed it to him, then spun on his heel and marched inside without a word. sebastian followed with a furrowed brow.

they entered the kitchen, where five busied himself with making sandwiches while sebastian sat on the counter, swinging his legs.

he sighed as his siblings watched. "what's the date? the exact date?"

"the 24th," seven (vanya) replied, dumbfounded.

"of what?"

"march."

"good."

luther glanced at sebastian, who was intently watching five, then back to his brother. "so, are we gonna talk about what just happened?"