unspoken [five hargreeves]

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-one-

Life on the moon was about as exciting as anyone would imagine. That being that it was anything but. 

Luther had developed a routine, doing the same exact things every day, day in, day out, for the past four years.

Wake up, take out the space trash, find some more space samples to send to Dad, gaze out onto the endless terrain. Nothing more to do, and certainly nothing less.

Today, however, as he took one moment to glance at the sun rising above planet he called home, he received a transmission.

-two-

Diego Hargreeves was a good person. Always has been. The kind of good person that always wants to help- always wants to make things better.

By any means.

Leaving The Umbrella Academy wasn't the end for him. In fact, it was only the beginning. 

As he took out the group of robbers in a family's home, he couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if he had chosen a different life. A life that wasn't introduced to him by his father.

But this was all he knew.

"Your family is safe now," He tried to speak softly, but his voice was gruff from all the fighting. As he walked away, the television, still on in the corner, caught his eye.

"We're going now live to a breaking story..."

-three-

Ever since she was a child, Allison's life had been on display for the world to see. She didn't mind, of course. Growing up, the more attention you got, the more successful you were.

She held her head high as she sauntered down the red carpet, a bright smile on her face for all of the flashing cameras. 

Attention means you are loved.

"Allison, here!"

"Allison! Have you heard the news?"

She almost faltered, but kept the smile on her face as she took another step forward.

"When was the last time you saw your father?"

Step. Smile.

"Have you heard from your brothers?"

Step. Smile.

"Allison, will you wear Valentino to the funeral?"

Step.

-four-

Coming in and out of rehab was a breeze for Klaus. Apparently, so was coming in and out of life. He learned quickly over the years that there was only one thing that could keep him even the slightest bit sane. Drugs.

So many drugs. 

Enough drugs to probably kill a child, or a large dog.

He would push himself all the way to the edge of life- ironic, considering it was the dead that he wanted to escape from- just to come bouncing right back.

That's how he found himself in yet another ambulance, not even an hour after leaving rehab, again. Coming back from the precipice of death, again. 

He laughed and cheered, only pausing his fanfare to pay a quick moment of attention to the television in the back of the vehicle.

"Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire..."

-seven-

Vanya Hargreeves walked slowly onto the stage of the theatre, squinting slightly as she stepped into the bright lights.

The seats were empty, no one there to watch or listen as she removed the violin from its case. It was what she was used to, and it left an ache in her chest and a bitter taste in her mouth.

As she began to play to the imaginary audience, she lost herself in her instrument. Her violin. The one thing she had that could've possibly made her more than just ordinary.

As she walked home that night, something caught her eye in the window of an electronics shop.

There, on the TV on display, was her father. 

-eight-

Jade stood in front of the stove in her apartment, waiting for water to boil. 

She lived a simpler life compared to most of her siblings. She taught Calculus at a local university, to deaf students. She definitely liked her job, but she wouldn't deny that it was her only option for a normal life. It was the only job she could find where she would never have to speak.

The television was playing softly in the background, and while the volume was at its lowest, she could hear it loud and clear.

"We are interrupting the current program with a piece of breaking news. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric and reclusive billionaire, has just been found deceased. We do not have the details of his death at the moment..."

In that instance, a whirlwind of emotions raced through her. She turned to face the TV, and a single word dropped from her lips, just barely a whisper.

"Dad.."

She didn't spare a glance at the television that had stopped playing, or the massive crack in the centre of the screen as she grabbed her coat and raced out of her apartment.

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