The rain pattered against the cement as you took your nightly walk. You walked this route ever since you were a child, and you and your father would go on nightly "family" walks. While you enjoyed your time together, whenever you passed the Academy, there was a sinking feeling in your chest.
"Daddy I'm like those kids aren't I?" The young man looked down at his child's broken facial expression, tears threatening to fall out of the eyes he loved so much.
"Yeah, you are." He kneels down in front of the heartbroken kid.
"Why aren't I with them daddy?" Another tiny frown.
"Because you are my lil' pipsqueak. You belong right here with me, and with mommy."
You only had a few more blocks to go when you stumbled upon a man lying on the concrete. His short brown curls spilling over his face. Normally, you didn't touch people. It lead to unpleasant thoughts a lot of the time as most of what you'd see was death or some of the worst memories they had. However, you felt drawn to this man, and quite honestly you had no clue whether or not this man was alive.
As soon as your hand made contact, you regretted your choice. The world became dim. Your mind flashed from a war zone seeing a man bleeding out with a hail of gunshots to being locked in a dark room tied up. There was an asian boy to your right reminding you not to cry, and to be strong. There were screams from outside the closet. They slowly became louder and more apparent. You could make out what they were saying now. A lot were wondering what had happened; why they died. The world you knew was now cold and distant and you couldn't find a way to ground yourself into reality. In your trance, you hadn't realized you begun to cry, slightly whimpering in fear.
"Hey" There's a pause. "Are you alright?" A voice came from the corner of your vision, pulling you to reality. It was the man who was previously lying on the cold, wet cement. His eyes, which you now realized were green, gazing into yours with a concerned look.
You feel hands touching your shoulders, and again you are thrusted into someone else's reality. However, this time it wasn't as strong. Despite trying to remember what your father had taught you, you couldn't. Your mind is thrown into a club. A taller brunette man smiling down at you. You could feel your back against a wall and hear the thumping of the loud music.
You hear the voice again. "Hey. Talk to me." You snap out of it.
"I-I'm so sorry." You whimper out. His brow raises in confusion.
"Why? You haven't done anything to me." Had you not been able to see his face, you would definitely be able to hear the confusion.
"L-look. I can't explain i-it. I'm just sorry." You hear a heavy sigh.
"Well, now you have to. You've intrigued me too much, stranger." You both chuckle.
"(Y/n). My name is (y/n)." You shakily reach your hand out.
"Klaus Hargreeves." You felt your stomach drop. It was one of the kids you so desperately wanted to be with as a child. He was one of the people you had fought and cried about with your dad time, and time again. You didn't realize that it had been a long pause.
"Wait, like, Umbrella Academy?" You acted like you hadn't known exactly who he was, or his abilities. The more you thought of it, the more the memories lined up. The voices and the screams were because of his ability to see the dead.
"You mean literal hell?" He laughs at his own joke. "Whoops, my bad. Yeah, like Umbrella Academy." There's a pause. "Wait! Don't try to change the subject. You owe me an explanation."
You heavily sigh, not really wanting to explain anything to him. "Fine, but you owe me a donut" You smirk.
"Hmm.. Deal."
The two of you stand, brushing yourself off slightly, and begin to walk the way you just came. The walk was silent, the only noises being the gentle pattering of the rain and the occasional car. You weren't too sure what you were going to tell him, or how honest you should be. The more you thought, though, the more you realized this was the possibility you always wanted. You may end up with people of your kind.
You stopped thinking and began drinking in your surroundings. The clouds were heavy and dark, and the trees were dancing in the wind. The sidewalks were clear of any other people, but understandably so. You smile as the familiar diner enters your vision. Your family would go there a lot as a child.
"Daddy! Mommy! Can we go get donuts?" The eight year kid jumped up and down. "Pwetty, pwetty please?" They pleaded, even pulling out the puppy dog eyes.
The two parents shared a look.
"Yes," Your mom answered at the same time your dad uttered a "No." You frown a bit,
"Of course we can honey, but only if you pass your blue belt test today."
"DEAL!" You exclaimed adding a little happy dance.
Klaus opened the door letting you in first. "Corner table I assume?" You nodded your head yes, and entered the small restaurant. The two of you quickly surveyed the place, and found the most secluded table in the left back corner. He nods in the booths direction. "So, y/n, wanna tell me what exactly you were 'so sorry' about earlier?"
You froze a second. Even though you had played through scenarios like this in your head, you choked on your words. "Um.. I.. Uh.. I-I'm like you and your siblings," you rush out. Klaus opted to stay silent but was eyeing you with uncertainty. "I w-was born on O-october 1st, 1989 and my parents had refused to sell me to your father." He nodded. You continue, gaining more confidence with every word. "I was seven when my parents and I figured out that I had abilities."
Klaus leaned forward, intrigued. "Not to sound rude or anything, but what does this have to do with earlier?"
"Patience, Hargreeves. I'm getting there." You waited for him to respond but, when he didn't answer, you picked up where you left off. "When I touch people, I can see their past, present or future. From what my father told me, the technical term is psychometry. Unlike other supposedly documented cases, though, mine lessens. The first touch is always the strongest, but eventually it fades away." You take a deep breath. "Today when I was walking, I saw you passed out on the sidewalk. To be honest, I didn't know if you were alive or not, so I tried waking you up."
Your eyes drop to the table. You look up about to start again, but were cut off by Agnes. She smiles brightly, "Your usual, (y/n)? You smile back sweetly.
"Of course."
"And, for you?"
"I'll take a cream filled and a cup of hot chocolate." Agnes nods at Klaus, and takes her exit to go get the donuts.
"Your memories I saw Klaus.. They were just horrid. I'm so so sorry for what you've gone through."
"What'd you see?"
"Well the first memory I was holding a man bleeding out. I believe it was in a war." His eyes fill with tears. "After that, I was locked in what I think was a closet. There was someone in there with me, he definitely wasn't human though. I was tied up and there were so many loud screams and people pleading, asking what had happened to them." You could've sworn you saw a tear roll down his thin face. "The last one, I didn't see to the end. I just know I was chatting with a guy in some club."
You guys make eye contact. Klaus quickly wiping his tears.
"I think you need to meet my family."