Helloo

I was just watching tua and thought about Klaus and Five and this came to my head lol

Enjoy

Four Hargreeves could not sleep. That was not an unusual occurrence, but for the 11-year-old, it never ceased to be frustrating. And scary. He didn't like it. He also didn't like the old lady on the corner of the room screaming at him, especially since her face was completely burned on one side, and blood was pouring from her stomach. It was very unpleasant if you were trying to sleep. Or just very unpleasant in general.

He had tried everything; screaming back, crying, closing his eyes shut in hopes that she disappeared, putting a pillow on top of his ears and even singing, but she just wouldn't leave!

And it was dark... So, so dark.

Four took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as tears pooled on his eyes, threatening to fall. He shut his eyes tightly, whimpering hopelessly. His father's words from yesterday still lingered on his memory, suffocating him. Daddy dearest had been very clear on his words, as always.

You need to get over your childish fear of ghosts, Number Four. You can never be useful if you let your imprudence control you. And if you are not useful, you are nothing.

Yep. Such a kind man, he was. Four clenched his teeth in an attempt to keep his tears away. The burned old lady still watched him, screaming. He felt the darkness closing in, invading his space and eating him alive, and—

Light. Bright, blue, extraordinary light that only came from his dear brother Five's portals. Four opened his eyes, and there he was. Number Five.

Number Five was everything Number Four was not. He was bold. He was arrogant. He was pragmatic. He was confident. He cherished his powers. He was always searching for more, more training, more knowledge, more everything, whilst Four wanted to disappear into the background. But Four and Five were not so different. Although his genius brother considered himself better than all of them, deciding to spend most of his time with Six and Seven (which, in Five's own words, were the only sources of intelligent conversations to be found on the house), Five and Four would also spend time together. Five was just a constant ball of energy, much like Four. But the difference was, Five needed to release that energy that came as an effect of his powers. He needed to release it or else it was quite possible he would explode (not really, but Four liked to be creative). So, when Five needed to ramble on about science and maths, or whatever, he would come to Four.

Like now.

At exactly 3 am, Five appeared in a warp of blue, eyes lighted up in excitement and his usual notebook on hand, ready to ramble on about whatever it was he always talked about, when he saw Four's expression. The light in Five's eyes changed, going from excited to concerned in seconds, and the Five-like grin on his face dropped immediately. He approached Four, touching his arm. Four knew Five was not very comfortable with touch, preferring to avoid it when he could, but he always made exceptions for his siblings (especially Four, Six and Seven).

"Four?" Five whispered. "What's wrong?" His brother looked around, prepared to fight off a threat if needed. But it was futile. It was nothing Five could ever see.

"Oh, hello, mi Hermano!" Four greeted cheerfully, the opposite to his previous attitude. "Did you finally accept my sleepover offer? I should warn you though, I don't have any nail polish. Three found out I stole it and took it back, that bitch!" He rambled, hoping to distract Five. It didn't work as expected.

Unimpressed, Five sighed. "Four..."

"I know, I know, no calling our sister names, I'm sorry—"

"Four!" Four flinched at the loud voice. Five furrowed his eyebrows. "You okay?"

"Hm?" Four blinked. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry about little ol' me. It's just, uh..." He glanced at the angry lady on the corner of the room. Still screaming. "It's just a bad ghost. They're normally not like that, she's just an angry lady, this one." That was a lie. Angry burned lady was very peaceful, actually.

"I don't believe you." Five said, eyes narrowed. "You're scared." He stared at Four thoughtfully, then grinned. He grinned his I Have An Amazing Idea That Is Actually Terrible But No One Can Stop Me From DoingIt grin.

"Five?" Four began cautiously. And he had reason to be! Last time he went along with Five's crazy ideas ("Stop whining, Four, I need your useless noodle arms for an experiment!" His brother had kindly said), he got tapped to the ceiling and Five's room exploded somehow ("Five, why are you smiling, your bedroom is on fire!" "All in the name of science, Six. All in the name of science.") So yeah, Four was being cautious. He didn't even like to think about the watermelon incident...

"Five, what are you do—" Before Four could continue, Five had already taken his hand and jumped them both to a random street. Or not random, Four wouldn't know. It's not like dear old Reginald let them have any freedom whatsoever (not that Five cared. His teleporting brother could not care less, actually, and always managed to bring the rest of his siblings along).

Five's jumps were always very turbulent for Four. It was like a roller coaster ride in only seconds, dark before blinding light, no beginning and no end. Four always wondered what it actually felt like for Five. He never asked.

"Where are we?" He asked instead.

"Well, since you looked like a scared five-year-old and wouldn't tell me why, I have decided it doesn't matter and say we eat." Five told him in his arrogant tone as always, but Four could not care less. He was focused on the eat part.

"Waffles?"

Five rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Hello. Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Four greeted as he approached a woman wearing a baby blue uniform with a tag which read Janet.

Janet looked outside, seeing only the pitch-black sky, then back at Four.

"Sure." She said.

"Janet. Wow, I love that name." Four said to the woman, who stared at him inexpressively. Whatever, he'd talk for the both of them. "Did you know that Janet actually means little moan?" He carried on. The woman raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "I'm serious, my brother told me so. He's a bit of a nerd, see." From behind the counter, Five flipped Klaus off as he collected — stole — waffles for them. Four smiled in delight.

Janet, eyeing Four suspiciously, turned around to look at the counter. Five grabbed three more waffles, adding them to the growing pile on his hands and disappearing in a flash of blue before Janet could see him. Four chuckled.

"Anyways, thanks for everything, Janet, our talk really helped. Bye!" And with that, he ran away from the café, leaving behind a bewildered waitress.

"Little moan… What the fuck?"

"It's little Joan, you idiot." Was the first thing Four heard when he met up with Five at the end of the street. Huh, that actually made more sense… Whatever, Four was sure Janet preferred his version of her name, anyways. They were great friends like that.

"So, how many did you get?" He asked eagerly. Five rolled his eyes before dropping at least a dozen waffles on Four's arms.

"Enough to make you puke until you die." Five said with his best impression of a sadistic grin. It was incredibly accurate, and he was only 11-years-old. Four ignored that and focused on the food he now carried. His stomach growled in anticipation.

"I've found it." Four whispered in a dreaming tone. "The love of my life."

Five scoffed. They ate waffles until they puked — most of them, at least. Apparently, Five was saving two waffles for Seven, and he almost stabbed Four with a knife (where did that even come from?!) when he asked if he could have them.

Later, they went back to the Academy, laughing as quietly as they could at nothing at all. Five never said anything to Four after they came home, only smirked slightly and teleported away. Four smiled at where his brother was standing seconds ago and entered his room.

Only when he woke up the next day did he notice that the Angry Burned Lady had disappeared, and no other ghost had bothered him all night.