It was a very long time ago that Five first realized that their father had to be either a robot or a sadist who took pleasure in kicking them down in an unique and special way he knew it would hurt them the most. It was like he could find the exact thing which scared them the most and make it a thousand times worse literally butchering their souls. It was almost disgusting how he could get under their skin and make each of them cry or feel worthless like it was an Olympics games. For Five that special something was diminishing his theories as childish, unimportant or full on incorrect after Five spent weeks perfecting and going over them. Five knew he was clever. Far more than the rest of his siblings or average teenagers their age, but the moment his father would go at him, he was turned into this foolish, stupid child who couldn't be more wrong or pathetic with his theories who were by his father's words nothing more than children drawings by the looks of it.

He had enough plenty of times.

Sometimes the result was a shouting match which ended in his being left without dinner, sometimes he was forbidden from missions and had to do extra training, other times he could tell his father purposely made Vanya busy so he wouldn't spent time with her. Almost always the result was him being the defeated one if they argued, but not that day. Not the day he stabbed the knife into their dining table at breakfast, then teleported to the his father and then basically told him to go fuck himself before he was out of the door on street walking away from the house.

He was furious. He was so furious he kicked a nearby trashcan earning a grimace from a few people on the street before he continued to walk. He wasn't sure where to. He just needed to leave. He needed to take a few deep breaths and calm down while constantly telling himself his father was a fucking dictator who took pressure in bringing them down, not that his theories were completely false.

Five didn't know how long he walked, but at some point he started to feel incredibly hungry and the sun started to get very low. It was probably evening now.

Fuck.

He got lost in his anger so much he completely spaced out. His return wasn't met with much enthusiasm. He came just as the others sat down for dinner. Ironically if he didn't see the sun getting down behind the windows he would assumed he left a second ago.

Because he runaway, the old sadist forced Five to stand by them watching the rest of them eat. He kept on with a frown standing in the dining room waiting for the rest of his siblings to finish when he spotted Diego purposely trying to catch his gaze.

Once he had it he lifted his fork and pointed upstairs in silence telling Five where Vanya was. He shortly nodded at his brother grateful before he checked to make sure their father wasn't paying attention to him.

He continued to bit the inside of his mouth and push his pride down just so he would be allowed to go upstairs and see her. He didn't want to upset the old bastard any more than necessary not even if he would much rather argue with him again. He felt worried that Vanya wasn't at dinner, and he wondered what was it all about.

After finally the old man called, 'Dismissed,' Five couldn't be faster in Vanya's room where he found her curled by her side facing the wall.

He greeted her a bit upset letting the anger he felt for his father to soak out a bit since he had someone to talk to about it now. He started to ramble about how much of an idiot their father was and how he wished they could finally get out of that hellhole. He spoke almost nonstop until he got everything out which was only then did he realize she hasn't said a word to him or turned to face him.

'Vanya?' he called out her name and waited, but since she didn't responds he got worried. He jumped to the bed and put his hand on her shoulder trying to spin her around but she pushed him away, her eyes showing no mischief or playfulness. This time she really meant it when she pushed him away from her.

He was confused and felt a stabbing pain from seeing her react to him like this.

He demanded an explanation, feeling that his pride and anger were turning toward her now.

The look she gave him was enough to kill him, 'You left!'

He was speechless. Speechless because he didn't know what to say. Speechless because he didn't understand the accusation. Speechless because it didn't make no sense to him why was she angry.

She sat on the bed looking furious. Sometime later he would re-access the memory and think about how hot she looked when she was upset, but not right now.

'You left me here just like that.'

His eyes widened with realization. Oh, now he understood. Now he understood it all.

'I didn't-'

'Yes, you did. You stormed outside, and we had no idea if you would come back or not. I had no idea if you would ever come back or not. You promised you wouldn't leave me here, but you did...just like that.'

'That is not true-'

'Yes, it is!' she jabbed him with her index finger, 'You left and didn't look back. Not one word, or anything. You just left.'

He groaned at her. He was feeling himself getting worked up. He didn't leave. Leaving would imply he didn't come back, which he did.

'I came back-'

'So what?' she asked and he stopped how shinny her eyes were getting just like when she was about to cry.

'So what?!' he repeated feeling he was losing his nerves for the first time with her. It didn't happen often usually they never fought but sometimes they

'You still left. You still left even though you said you wouldn't, and I had no idea of knowing if you didn't time travel and decided not to come back,' she said before she sobbed a bit.

'I…,' he was left speechless as he watched her hug herself and sit on the bed looking like she was about to cry.

'I would have come back. I would never leave without you like that,' he told her trying to step closer, but she shook her head.

'Just…go.'

'No,' he said and she shot him a look, 'Five, I want you to leave.'

'No, because…no.'

'What do you mean no?' she kneeled on the bed and he stepped closer, 'You left, so go!'

He tried to take grab her shoulders to shake her out of this nonsense of hers only for her to break free from him and push him away. For the first time since they started like this, it wasn't a part of the hunt or the game. She really did not want him to touch her.

This shocked him momentarily. When he was younger, a scary thought crossed his mind here and there, about how perhaps it wasn't his touch or company which Vanya craved the same way, he craved only hers. She just wanted someone's, anyone's touch or company. It made him sometimes wonder that if someone else would show such interest in her, she would jump at the opportunity the same way she did with him. He tried to push those thoughts away because they made him too self-aware and anxious which weren't feelings he wanted to expend or focus on.

However, now much to his displeasure, he realized it wasn't true. He never had to worry about Vanya just seizing the opportunity that someone was showing her attention. No, she wanted Five to touch him, she let him touch her and kiss and be with her and enjoy her company. He knew this now, as he watched her do the complete opposite. Now she didn't want him to touch her or to even be in her space or room, and that scared him more than any punishment Monocle could think up. She didn't crave others' touch just like him, she only wished for his, but he hurt her and made her upset and now she was pushing him away.

He swallowed hard. This was fear. This was pain. He thought his father calling him an idiot was the hurtful thing in the world, but Vanya telling him to leave to go, hurt like a freaking axe into the heart. If she honestly stabbed him right now it would have hurt less. Now, if she said she liked Diego it would have ached less.

Five saw the hurt in her eyes, and knew he was an idiot. Not because of false theories, but because he let down the one person he swore himself he wouldn't. The person he loved the most and who he said he wouldn't leave without.

He closed his eyes, 'Alright, I will go, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry,' he looked at her again. She was still frowning at him, but she didn't turn away this time, 'I got upset because of dad, and I needed to get out before I would do something stupid. It had nothing to do with you, which I am also sorry for. I should have thought about you, but…I was upset and everything else got blurry.'

He tried to put to words all which had happened in his head when he got angry at dad and ran. He tried to make her understand at least a bit.

Vanya watched him for a moment before she brushed her face and the invisible tears there, 'Okay, I forgive you, but only because I know you don't apologize like ever, so you have to mean it. But next time don't you dare to-'

He took her face into his hands and kissed her cutting her off, 'There won't be a next time.'

His assurance was enough for her frown to soften and her to put her arms around his neck, 'I really thought you left.'

'I would never leave without you,' he said kissing her hair.

She didn't say anything to that, and he wondered if maybe she didn't believe him at all. He didn't blame her. He wouldn't give himself a second chance so easy either. It was ironic to know he had some influence on her in this.

He brushed her back for a moment before he leaned away and looked at her face. She looked a bit tired. Maybe she skipped dinner. He asked her if she was hungry, but she gave him a strange look shaking her head before she kissed him longingly showing him, just how scared she was, she would never get the chance to kiss him again.

He apologized again and again as he softly pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her. He apologized in every kiss he enriched her throat and neck making sure to leave a mark there, visible enough for the two of them, but hidden enough for the world with her hair and collar of her shirt.

He knew she wouldn't forgive him that easily, she would remember this and probably use it any other time he would ever show he was about to leave as an accusation that he would. But he didn't care. He didn't care if she thought he would leave her because he knew the truth. He wouldn't. Not really at least. If he found himself in the position from one way or another having to leave her for a longer period of time like today, he would always come back. Always. He would find a way to come back to her, he just knew he would. He hoped it would be enough that he would do so. He really hoped.

'I will always come back,' he whispered against her neck at one point as he was slowly moving his hands over her side in a calming manner.

He heard her sigh before he felt her finger run over his hair.

It caused him to look up at her, she looked different now, 'Promise me.'

'I promise I will always come back to you, Vanya,' he said believing his words as well.

It felt like a very long time had passed before she nodded and pulled him closer to hug him again tightly. He felt that now she really did believe him as well. Of course he couldn't convince her that he wouldn't leave. She knew him. She wasn't stupid. She was smart and in a way very practical. It often felt like from the two of them he was the romantic, optimist caught in his first love, while she was the realist who could still keep a clear head in their relationship. Yet, she looked so shaken and upset about him leaving, about breaking a promise.

He kissed her chin and looked at her.

'I'm really sorry, and I love you, you know that right?' he asked her, his own voice sounding a bit weak.

Vanya nodded and stroke his cheek softly, 'I love you too.'

A.N: Hello, I know I missed out last week on many updates. I am in a weird mood; I don't know…Anyway, thank you for reading, the support and love. I am glad to know you all still like the story and the pairing. Anyway, if you like leave a feedback. Thank you again