One :
We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

"Oh shit, really? I'm so sorry, I'll tell the manager asap; make sure you travel safely." The static voice of Addison's friend said apologetically, the girl replying with a bubbly 'thank you' before hanging up.

The navy black pleats of her high waist dress flowed freely mid-thigh as she moved around the small humble apartment, setting her phone down onto the comforter before proceeding to neatly fold her favourite white sundress; placing it within the small gaping suitcase.

She hummed along to 'Istanbul (Not Constantinople) quietly as she did so, the dying Autumn wind knocking frantically on her closed glass window.

"Liszt, where are you... aha!"

The platinum blond crawled out from under her bed and raised the intricately carved pistol in the air like it was a trophy, pocketing it within a tailored coat (matching length and colour with the dress) which she then pulled on; the firearm tapping against her hip reassuringly.

Just moments later Addison was on the paved sidewalk, waiting in the frosty atmosphere with her suitcase sitting beside her like a trained dog; the brilliant crimson fedora on her head drawing the attention of the canary taxi she was hailing for.

"Where are you off to child?" The lanky dark-skinned man asked in a monotone voice as the woman stepped in.

"The Umbrella Academy, please." The platinum blond replied with a blinding grin.

"Do your parents work there or something child?" The taxi jolted as it spluttered, gaining speed at a crawling pace.

"My father just passed away, the identity of my birth mother is unknown to me. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me child." Addison said politely, adjusting her fedora.

She certainly got that a lot, being called kid or child; it was generally shrugged off, she does look like a very pure fifteen-year-old.

Even through she was a deadly 30 year old.

Addison fished her pistol from her pocket, admiring her greatest work yet with a small smile. She whined, uttering a curse after running a pale finger over the damaged marigold etching of a thorned rose, frowning as she glared at the already healing cut on her fingertip.

"A little child like you shouldn't have that, you could seriously hurt yourself."

She aimed the un-cocked weapon at the rear mirror with the corners of her amaranth lips tugged upwards innocently.

"I told you not to call me a child."

The taxi driver immediately sealed his mouth after one glance, suddenly becoming very disinterested in the passenger, who was now swivelling around on the spot with the gun; looking as if she were pretending to shoot everything inside whilst simpering.

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"Vanya! Baby, how are you doing this fine evening?" Addison embraced her (adopted) sister tightly, soon proceeding to reach up and squish the brunette's rosy cheeks with her two hands.

"I'm doing well, Addison." Vanya's words were slightly muffled, chuckling as the abnormally warm limbs left her face.

"Mind if I join?"

"Allison!" The platinum blond tugged the curly-haired actress forwards, looking up at her with sparkling forest green eyes.

"The big screens do you no justice with your goddess-like beauty, congratulations on the new movie!" Allison felt guilt crawl up her chest as she thanked the smaller girl, internally grimacing as her mind couldn't help but to wander back to when they were still young teens.

-

"He'll never love me, not with these things on my face." Fourteen-year-old Allison said dejectedly as she prodded the acne that had begun to form on her forehead, frowning at herself through the clear mirror; Addison standing beside the girl, attempting to comfort her as best as she could.

"Everyone gets pimples; they will go away quickly! Plus, you still look like a beautiful goddess! Especially with that dark toned skin of yours." The curly-haired woman shot a glare at the other.

"You don't have them."

Allison was right, the platinum-haired girl's near unblemished skin was perfect and milky, holding only the faintest chocolate brown freckles that sat happily on her nose; only making her look prettier.

"That's because of my healing power, I can't get pimples; or sick at all. If I didn't have that then I would have pimples too! Lots and lots of them." Addison giggled slightly, poking her face playfully as if she had pustules on her skin as well.

"And don't say that Luther will never love you, have you seen the dreamy look he always gives you? If it weren't for you both being shy, you could have already gotten married or something!"

"You only say that because you're trying to make me feel better. You wouldn't understand because you've already got a lover." The curly-haired girl hissed a little too harshly, the grin on Addison's face diminishing.

"No, it's not! I truly believe that he loves you!" The girl said hurriedly and truthfully, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart that her sister would say that; Addison wouldn't lie to her under those circumstances! Never!

Allison sneered.
"I heard a rumour, that Five doesn't like you."

He doesn't like you.

-

"What is she doing here?" Vanya bit her lip nervously.

"You don't belong here. Not after what you did." The man (who was neither tall nor short) that had just walked in said curtly, Addison crossing her arms while doing a terrible impression of a furious parent.

"Don't say that about my child Diego!"
"We're the same age." The brunette pointed out.

"Shhhhhh!" She put her index finger against her lips as she shushed Vanya, suppressing a chuckle; Number Two already gone, his heavy foot-steps ascending the handsome polished stairs.

"You know what, I... maybe he's right; I shouldn't be here-"
"SHHHH!" The finger had moved to Vanya's chapped lips, effectively cutting her off.

"Forget about him, I'm glad you're here," Allison said, the blond pointing towards the actress and nodding at the brunette in agreement.

They conversed for a few fleeting moments, Vanya soon parting them to move to another section of the house, the other two women deciding on visiting their father's office; which, they were never allowed to set foot into, not even once.

Draws thudded dully as they were opened and closed in rapid succession, the contents of them clattering noisily.

"Where's the cash dad?" The unsteady voice of Klaus muttered to no one in particular.

"Where's the cash?"

"Klausie!" Addison exclaimed cheerfully, the man popping up from behind the desk; grinning madly before jumping over the desk like the cow with the moon.

"Addie!" Klaus exclaimed back, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller of the two; soon releasing her from his bear-like grip with a large loopy grin planted on his face.

"That fedora looks brilliant, on you." He laughed out as he sat on his deceased father's paper-covered desk, Addison striking a pose with yet another blinding grin.

"Why thank you!" Allison laughed quietly at the two, leaning against the plaster wall behind her.

"Get off his desk." A male voice demanded, successfully drawing the attention of the three.

"Oh wow... you really, uh. You really filled out over the years." The druggy observed, the platinum blond bringing her arms up and flexing what little she had; pretending to be Luther.

"Klaus." The blond man said earnestly.

"Save the lecture, I was already leaving." Klaus pushed off the chunk of wood with his hands up in the air, like he was surrendering; Addison close behind.

"I may as well do the same, you two lovebirds can... talk amongst yourselves. Just don't have too much fun."

The girl folded her hands behind her back, speaking innocently as she took exaggerated steps forwards; the big man holding his arms out and preventing the two from leaving the office just yet.

"Drop it."

"Ex-squeeze me?" The druggy asked, raising a brow.

"Do it. Now." He looked up at Luther, mouth partially agape as he stood in silence; eventually frowning and stepping back annoyedly, drawing out multiple objects from his deep pockets and dropping them haphazardly.

"All right. All right. It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is. No need to get your little panties in a bunch." Klaus walked out, slamming the wooden door shut.

"You too Addison." Said girl did the same thing as her brother, minus the mini tantrum.

"Luther, I need this to fix my gun; you know how much I helped you out in the past! Just let me borrow it!"

He responded with a cold glare, the girl pouting before lifting her brilliant red fedora; grasping the sheathed pocket knife that she had hidden under the accessory and dropping it with a heavy thud.

"You're no fun One."

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