❝Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
I stood on many stages, held many mics
Take airplane flights, at huge heights❞
— "King of Rock" by RUN-DMC
The sound of a pencil tapping against the pages of a textbook echoed throughout the four walls of the small bedroom. Then, a spew of profanities and random words of frustrations followed. Her head throbbed against her skull as a young lady had come to close to throwing her math textbook at the wall. Actually…the window sounded much better. No scratch that. Watching it burn to a crisp appealed more to her.
"I wonder where's Klaus…" She mumbled as she sat up from her stomach, having rested on it for almost three hours. She stretched her arms over her head and added a bit of resistance, feeling her back muscles wake up.
A long groan left her lips as she glared at her unsolved problem. Why did she have to learn linear functions? How was that going to apply to her daily life? It wasn't like she envisioned herself to be this engineer in the future. No…she saw herself as a world renown violinist and for that, she definitely did not linear functions and the Pythagorean Theorem for it.
Sighing for what it seemed like the hundredth time, Vanya buckled up and gathered enough energy to pour her attention into finishing her homework. She lightly smacked her cheeks, hoping that tiny twinges of pain would motivate her. Then, she grabbed her notebook, pencil, and textbook before shuffling her feet towards her desk.
Just as her hand touched the back of her chair, Vanya heard a few knocks. She shouted a quick, "come in", granting the unknown person access to her room.
Slowly, the door swung open, revealing her sister, Allison, dawning her usual training outfit.
"Hey, Vanya. Dad wanted me to fetch you for today's afternoon training session." She said, explaining her purpose of being in Vanya's room.
Vanya gently placed the pencil in the crack of her textbook as she redirected her attention over to her sister.
"Dad actually wants me?" Vanya cocked a brow up, "I find that hard to believe." She said in a skeptical tone of voice.
Allison shook her head, "I know. It shocked the hell out of me when he asked that one of us come and fetch you." She leaned against the door frame, "Naturally, Five volunteered first but dad instantly said no. Something about his spatial jumping had become sloppy and slower, so he couldn't afford to take a few measly minutes off to come get you." An amused gleam flashed in her eyes, "I bet you can imagine how much that irked Five." She finished.
Vanya's mouth thinned as her cheeks puffed out. Yeah. She could imagine how pissed off Five was. She knew him well enough that – right this second – he was proving their dad wrong but failing to realize that he was almost near his limit; thus, warranting more lectures from Reginald. Which, of course, annoyed Five even more and then the cycle would repeat.
Shaking her head, Vanya let out an airy chuckle, causing Allison to laugh as well as her eyes glanced around the resident violinist's room. Then, her eyes homed in on a white garment bag that hung on Vanya's closet door. Curiosity washed over her face as Allison could faintly see a light blue color desperate to break free.
"What's that?" She questioned, pointing at it.
Vanya hummed in response, looking away from her homework and followed the direction of Allison's finger. Then, her eyes lit up as the corners of her mouth curved up.
"Oh! That's the dress that mom bought me for this Saturday's dance that my school is holding." She explained, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
The second that Vanya said the word, "dance", Allison's ears perked up. She always dreamed of what it would be like to go a school dance. She imagined herself surrendered by her friends and danced the night away with Luther as her date. Man…what a dream.
Allison faked a smile, silently envious of her sister, "Well, I hope you have fun." She told Vanya with hints of sincerity in her voice.
Vanya returned Allison's comment with a warm smile.
"Thanks! By the way, would you like to come with me?"
"M-me? You don't want to take Five with you?"
"Five? At a school dance? I might as well tell my classmates to wear metal armor because Five would kill every single one of them."
Allison chuckled at Vanya's overly exaggerated but true statement. Five would go ballistic at her school function. That boy became easily jealous and wee bit possessive when it came to Vanya so watching other boys ogle her was not exactly his cup of tea. Plus…he just didn't dance. Not because he couldn't but because he didn't see the point of it. If he wanted to hold Vanya close, he could simply just hug her and that was it. No movement involved whatsoever.
"But back to your question, do you really want me to come with you?" She asked, trying her hardest to contain the excitement that threatened to spill from her body.
Vanya firmly nodded, beaming with happiness. She then stood up from her desk and walked over to her closet. She grabbed the garment bag, that hung on the door handle, before opening the closet up and revealing another garment bag. Vanya heard a faint gasp, causing a bright smile to appear on her face.
She grabbed the second garment bag and laid it right next to the first one. She then unzipped both of them, revealing beautiful 1950's styled swing dresses. One was light blue with white polka dots and was accompanied with a thin black belt. The second was this nice magenta color with black polka dots. The first dress belonged to Vanya while, of course, the second dress belonged to Allison.
"What do you think? I remember you saying that you look the best in shades of purple and red." asked Vanya, glancing over her shoulder.
Allison, completely in awe, simply nodded her head. Words were not a thing for her right now. Her mouth remained opened as she continued to eye the beautiful dress.
Vanya giggled softly, feeling proud with her hidden surprise. She always did love making her siblings happy. While – yes – they did not deserve it. She remembered that it was always better to kill them with kindness. Never stoop down to their levels.
Just as she opened her mouth to snap Allison out of her dreamy like state, the two girls heard a voice.
"What's with all the lollygagging ladies?" The familiar voice asked, causing Vanya's heart to skip a beat and Allison to snap out of her daze.
"Hiya, Five! Allison and I were just about to head over to the training room!" Vanya beamed.
Five's brow raised as his signature smirk slowly appeared on his face. He then glanced over his princess' shoulder, noticing the two dresses on the bed.
"Why do you have those dresses?" He inquired.
"Because Grace bought it for Vanya and me for the dance at her school!" Allison happily exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement any longer.
Five went poker-faced. He blinked a few times as his mind tried to reel itself around the fact that Vanya was going to a school dance. A…fucking…school…dance…
What mattered most to him was the fact that she was going with Allison and not him. Not like he would honestly go, but she didn't even ask him. Was he not her first choice?
He sighed deeply, "Oh? How come you didn't ask me to go with you?" He asked, voicing his hurt feelings. His gaze softened a bit.
Vanya froze and stared at him with wide eyes. Was he honestly hurt over this?
Oh no…
She rushed over to him and flung her arms around his neck; her reddened cheeks pressed against his. She tightened her embrace, careful to not actually strangle him, and apologized. Tears began to pool in the brim of her eyes. She never liked hurting him, whether it be accidental or on purpose.
Five lifted up his arms and wrapped them around Vanya's waist, returning the loving hug.
"It's okay, Vanya. I'm not really worked up over this." He reassured, pulling back just a bit, revealing a dimpled grin.
Vanya wasn't quite convinced, "Are you sure? I mean I can ask one of my teachers and see if I can bring a second person!" She suggested.
Five's brows lifted up, "No. No. That's quite alright. Besides, I would honestly rather chew off my own foot than dance in front of hundreds of people I couldn't care less about." He stated, firmly rejecting the idea of going to that dance. Though, he wouldn't mind waiting up for her and having their own special dance or two with the full moon acting as their spotlight. That wasn't actually a bad idea… He then quickly took a mental note of his idea. Maybe that's when he would officially confess his feelings for her.
Yeah…that could work…
"Now, I believe that we kept dad waiting long enough for his neck veins to make an appearance. Shall we?" He said, smiling warmly at Vanya, completely forgetting that Allison was still in the room.
"We shall! Besides, I'm still curious as to why dad wanted me to be in the training room with him. Last time I was there, he kicked me out in less than ten seconds." Vanya looked at both Allison and Five.
"Let's go find out then." Allison said seconds before Five activated his spatial jumping with Vanya glued to his side. Recently, he had been practicing his space jumping with her so – when the time had come for the two of them to time-travel – he knew that he could handle transporting a second a person with him.
Allison saw the signature blue light followed by white. She shielded her eyes and then heard a zap. She carefully removed her hand and saw an empty room.
"NOT FAIR FIVE!"
Now standing near the doorway, Vanya listened attentively to what her dad instructed her to do. In one hand she had a stopwatch and in the other a speedometer. Her eyebrows furrowed together; tiny creases appeared on her forehead. She pursed her lips, slowly understanding what Reginald wanted her to do while observing Diego.
"And then neatly jot down his time and speed of his knives. Pay special attention if both the time and speed are drastically different from each other. Then, report back to me. Got it, Number Seven?" Reginald finished relaying his instructions.
Vanya nodded, not wanting to displease her father.
Reginald did a short nod, "Good. I'll be focusing on Number Four and Six for today's afternoon session. Try not to be a major distraction for Numbers One, Three, and Five."
Vanya nodded again, complying to her father's orders, especially the part about not distracting Five. She didn't want to get him into trouble.
Reginald gave her one last stare before exiting the training room.
Taking a deep breath, Vanya tightened her grip on both devices that would help Diego advance in his knife throwing skills. She then walked over to Diego, ignoring Five's flirty glances.
"Remember Vanya…you must ignore Five for now…" She chanted over and over; her mind acted like a broken record.
With her head held up nice and high and her posture perfectly straight, Vanya began assisting Diego with his training, but little did she know, a certain someone would do everything to get her to glance his way.
"I know that look, Five. You look like you're going to stab him in the back," Five heard Allison say, "Quite literally, I might add." She teased with a playful grin as she walked up to Luther.
Five rolled his eyes, ignoring her rather poor attempt at joking around. His eyes trailed upwards, focusing on Vanya as she held up the stopwatch and speedometer, giving Diego the okay to throw his knives at the practice dummy. Five continued to watch his violin princess, acting like the perfect coach for Diego. Which, he didn't deserve her assistance. He treated her like fucking dirt, shouting at her and constantly reminding her that she was just ordinary. And yet…their "loving" dad requested that she helped him? HIM?!
Why…? WHY?!
"Five, watch out!" shouted a voice. Five was too preoccupied with his jealous thoughts of Vanya and fucking Diego to noticed that some foreign object was coming straight at him.
"FIVE!" the voice tried again, snapping Five out his murderous thoughts.
"WHAT?!" He yelled back through gritted teeth. But instead of waiting for the answer, he activated his spatial jumping just as a knife flew through the spot he was once at. Then, the boy, with the power to alter time and space, reappeared near Luther and Allison.
Five's lips thinned; his eyes narrowed, almost becoming like slits. Just as he was about to open his mouth, ready to verbally assault Diego, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Vanya jogging up to him.
"I'm so sorry, Five!" She was quick to apologize. Her eyes dripped with concern.
Five waved her apology away, "It's not your fault, Vanya."
She hung her head low, "Are you sure? I—"
"Yes, I'm sure. You're just doing your job." He interrupted, flashing her a comforting smile.
Vanya returned the smile; though, it wasn't quite believable. She then turned her body, facing her back towards him, and walked back to Diego.
Five sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. Then, he heard someone whistle.
Seriously…
Could he murder his siblings…?
Reginald didn't need all of them…
"What do you want now, Luther?"
"Nothing. It's just amusing to see you screw up with Vanya."
Five glared coldly at the team's leader and just brushed by him, unbothered to answer him.
Both Luther and Allison stifled their laughter before resuming their sparring match, leaving a sulking Five behind as they knew more than likely that he was about to do something that would land them all in trouble with their dad.
Wonderful…
"Okay, Diego so far your it appears that your time is constant, but your speed is dropping just a little." Vanya told him, reading off the record sheet.
Diego clicked his tongue as he walked up next to her and crouched. His hands grabbed the discarded knives before standing back up. He scooted closer and peered behind her shoulder, wanting to see the results for himself. Fuck. She was right. His speed gradually decreased every ten minutes. He needed to keep it constant if he wanted to outshine his brother, Luther. In his mind, Diego didn't think that Luther deserved to be number one. All he had was super strength going for him, and that was all. Nothing else special about him.
The boy, with the power to manipulate his knives mid-air, let out a long and exasperated sigh as he stalked back to the starting position.
He fiddled with one of his knives and shouted, "Let's go again!"
Vanya nodded and restarted both the stopwatch and speedometer. She then gave him the okay to start, ready to record any new developments on the sheet.
A few hours later, Diego had made some progress with keeping his speed constant. Sure, he had a few moments where the knives slowed down but nothing too drastic to make note of. While, with Five, he couldn't focus on his own training. His attention remained focused on Vanya and fucking Diego. He hated how close that knife throwing idiot stood next to Vanya. Five especially hated how Diego would make Vanya laugh and smile when that was Five's job to do so.
Normally, Five would not feel any form of envy when it came to his siblings. Competition? Yes. But jealousy? That wasn't a thing.
Well…until today…
A faint hum left his lips as Five tapped his cheek lightly; his hardened stare remained on Vanya and Diego. His mind went into overdrive as he thought different ideas – plans – to earn Vanya's attention again. He could do something with his spatial jumping, but she had seen over a thousand times, so it lacked a little luster now. Maybe he could show her that he could multiple of jumps in a span of three minutes? Nah. He would unintentionally exhaust himself; thus, worrying his violin princess. That was the last emotion he wanted Vanya to feel.
"Come on Five…think…THINK!" He thought, tightening his fists. Slowly, this bluish-white light radiated from his hands and then all around him, movements began to slow down. Words sounded off as the distance between them grew bigger and bigger. The hands on the clock moved at a snail's pace until it stopped in its place.
Five, with his brows knitted together, cocked his head slightly. His eyes wondered all over the room, noting the stillness in his siblings. Then, realization dawned on him. His eyes became big.
Holy shit…he just stopped time…
He just froze time!
Unable to move from his spot, Five couldn't contain his excitement. Joy glowed in his eyes. And the more he became happy, the more movement began to resume again.
Everyone unfroze from their positions, resuming their actions as if nothing happened.
Wanting to tell Vanya his newly found abilities, Five space jumped towards Vanya, interrupting Diego's training session.
Vanya gasped; her body slightly tensed. One would think that she'd be used to his teleporting.
Coming back to her senses, Vanya smiled and asked what he wanted since he should be training as their father would be returning fairly soon.
Five, practically beaming, said, "I discovered another aspect to my powers!"
Diego, having heard his brother's announcement, shouted, "What's that?! Having shitty timing!?"
Five snarled and without a second thought, he teleported towards this loudmouthed brother; their noses bumped into each other.
"I think you're confusing me with yourself, Diego. You tend to have the worse timing, especially whenever I'm with Vanya," His eyes narrowed, "How convenient."
Diego scoffed, rolling his eyes, "If you're insinuating that I have a crush on Vanya, then you really need to keep your jealousy in check. You tend to come up with delusional theories."
An almost animalistic growl escaped his lips as Five balled his hands into a fist. His knuckles became white from how tight his grip was.
"I'm jealous? No. You're obviously jealous that I'm outgrowing you and soon dad will make me number two while you'll be number five." He taunted, returning Diego's cold, icy glare.
Vanya, in the middle of the two feuding brothers, flickered her eyes between them. Fear washed over her face as she worried that they would start fighting soon.
Thinking on her feet, she cried out for Luther and Allison. The secret couple's attention instantly locked on to Vanya. Their eyes widened. Their jaws dropped.
Oh boy…
The two dashed over. Luther inserted himself in place of Vanya, ready to grab both Five and Diego before they'd even think about fighting.
"Alright. Cool down guys." The leader demanded, forcibly putting some distance between his brothers.
Both Five and Diego smacked away Luther's hands before they could touch their shirts.
"Tell him to leave me the hell alone and stop worrying over nothing. I'm not nor will I ever steal Vanya from him. Jesus fucking Christ." Diego spat, walking away from the group.
Vanya's eyes drooped a little. A sad smile graced her face.
Five turned his head towards Vanya, upset over the fact that he accidentally made her sad.
"Vanya—" But before he could begin, Vanya cut him off.
"Why did you do that, Five? Not everyone is a threat to you."
"I know, but I just can't shake off the fact that someone will eventually steal you away from me."
"No one is going to do that. If you haven't noticed, I only have eyes for you. While, yes, technically we are siblings through adoption, I just can't get rid of the gut feeling that perhaps we are meant to be something more," Vanya sighed, "I trust you, Five. Why don't you trust me?" She questioned sadly. Her words were like daggers in Five's heart. Nothing pained him more than Vanya questioning his trust in her. He did trust her—with his entire heart. It was just his insecurities were getting the best of him, and he absolutely hated it.
Gently grasping her hands, Five lightly squeezed them; a small sign of affection.
"I don't know how many times I'm going to apologize to you throughout our lifetime but for the thousandth time, I am sorry, Vanya. I do trust you. I trust you with everything and anything about me. I'm just genuinely scared that you and I will no longer have this special bond because something or someone will get in the way."
"Five, we're only thirteen, we have our whole lives ahead of us."
"I know, Vanya, but I read somewhere that these thoughts occur twice in a lifetime. One during our adolescent years and again when we hit our mid-twenties."
"You read too many philosophical books, Five."
Five let out an airy chuckle, finding her argumentative point valid. He had read too many philosophical books, and it was because of that that he had these insecurities. Levels of insecurities that were of an adult.
Okay…he needed to chill…
With a dimpled grin plastered on his face, Five wrapped a loving arm around Vanya's shoulders and pulled her into a hug. He would never get tired of how her body suited his perfectly. Every time the two shared a hug, he always felt that it was just the two of them. No one else…
"Hey love birds! Can we get back to training? I'd rather not face yet another one of dad's condescending lectures!"
"Thank you for the ruining the moment, Diego. Thank you so fucking much…"
"You're welcome, Five!"
A/N: For some reason...this went full angst, and I have no idea why haha but I hope you guys liked it! I tweaked the request just a little bit because I remember seeing a teen!Vanya assisting Reginald during episode 1, so I thought...why not shed some light as to how she started being his assistant! And, I also hinted at some Diego x Vanya since that did indeed happen in the comic books but since I'm set on Five x Vanya, I had to shut that down quickly lol
Also...I WILL BE STARTING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW (OFFICIAL like full-fledged plot and everything!) STORY TODAY! I already plotted out the chapters and the direction where I want to go with it! If you are curious as to what the title is, it will be called, Pressing That Rewind Button , and it is based off a request idea since the person wanted to see it as a series! So...here I am! I should be able to post it sometime this weekend! :) Ah! I'm so excited!
Don't forget to hit that follow/favorite button and/or leave a review on your thoughts! I love hearing them! :)Also feel free to request something if you'd like! I'm always up for writing cute moments with Five x Vanya! I will stop once I reach 15 (as of 3/19/2019, I have 4 spots left!) chapters!
- Kim