One :
We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

The blazing fire within the hearth crackled and spat, the heat barely reaching the quiet remaining members of the Hargreeves family.

They were all seated in various aged armchairs and couches (Klaus being the exception and instead busying himself at the bar nearby.)

The family hadn't congregated like this in years, the last time they did this was at Allison's grand wedding with a man named Patrick.

This wedding of course took place without Luther, as he was busying himself millions of miles away on the isolated moon.

"Um, I guess we should get this started."
Luther spoke up, shattering the silence spell that had been placed over everyone; standing upright and performing a seemingly well-rehearsed speech

"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favourite spot."

Glasses chinked and cocktails sloshed rather noisily in the background.

"Dad had a favourite spot?"
"Father left the house?" Allison and Addison said in unison.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" He asked, receiving several head shakes.

"Not everyone was Number One Luther." Addison remarked.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus walked uncoordinatedly, passing the platinum blond on the ground a glass of alcohol whilst taking a sip out of his tall bottle; a thin wispy trail of smoke wafting out of his cigarette.

"Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Luther wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"What? No, and put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Well, dad's not here anymore, is he? At least, not physically." Addison chuckled out, chugging half her glass in one go; giving the druggy an approving thumbs up.

"Woah! Straight whiskey, you didn't even blink!"

"Hey, is that my skirt?" The actress suddenly questioned.

"What? Oh! Yeah this, I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits." Klaus gestured to his intimates whilst twirling surprisingly elegantly on the spot, modelling his clothes; Addison clapping with a wide cheerful grin.

"Listen up. There are still some important things we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego was clearly fed up with his adoptive brother, impatiently tapping his foot on the vacuumed intricately patterned rug that was by him.

"Like the way he died."
"And here we go."

"I don't understand, I thought they said it was a heart attack." Vanya said in a quiet feeble voice, Addison patting the brunette's leg reassuringly at a steady tempo.

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically." The druggy dropped himself on the long vintage couch heavily beside Vanya, taking a long drag out of his cigar.

"Theoretically?"

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to dad, he sounded strange."

"Ooh, Quelle surprise!" Klaus gurgled out, the platinum blond shaking with laughter.

Boy, how she missed Klausie's idiotic yet entertaining presence.

"Strange how?"

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust." He replied to Allison's question quickly, Addison spying Diego from her peripheral vision; who shifted almost guiltily in the dusty old seat.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

"No, he must have known something was going to happen." Number One towered over Diego as they glared at each other, their hatred for one another flashing dangerously in their eyes.

"Look, I know you don't like to do it. But I need you to talk to dad."

The druggy scoffed.

"I can't just call dad in the afterlife and be like 'Dad, could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?' !"

"Since when, that's your thing."

"I'm not in the right...frame of mind." Klaus retorted.

"You're high?"
"As a kite." Addison added, promptly emptying her glass.

"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?" The drunk turned from side to side on the spot to look at the other members of his family, chuckling insanely.

"Well sober up. This is important. Then there's the issue with the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego hissed out, Addison gazing sideways at her brother suspiciously.

"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him, someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad."

"Well, I'm surprised that it took this long; I mean, we've all had the urge to do it." Addison chuckled out jokingly, feeling daggers piercing her.

If looks could kill, the girl would already be decomposing under the glare of Luther.

"Oh, wait... you think that, that I killed father?"

Her face held the look of immense shock, he knew that she wouldn't do something as inhuman as murder her father; who was a bastard she'll admit, but still altered her life more than she had ever thought.

And yet, here he was; accusing her of the mysterious murder.

"You do!" Klaus cried out, exasperated.
"How could you think that?"

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego's words were dripping with so much sarcasm, that it could have filled a large water tank to the brim.

"That's not what I'm sayi-"
"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy. And I'm the one saying that." He vigorously pointed a finger at Luther before leaving, just as Diego did.

"I'm not finished."
"Okay, sorry; I'm just going to murder mum. Be right back."

"It's not what I meant- Allison, jeez." Everyone but Addison had been quick to file out of the large living room, sadness bubbling deep down in her stomach.

How could their brother possibly even consider that possibility?
Addison was never one to kill, from what they knew; she would never hurt a family member either, let alone murder.

She slowly stood up, brushing down her navy black coat of the very little dust that had settled on her.

"Addison, that's not what I was trying to say."

"Forget it, Luther. I'm done, I tried so hard to help you; not hate your guts." Unshed tears made the girl's wide forest green eyes glossy as if they had been coated with a thick layer of varnish; her demeanor clearly showing that she was through with Luther.

"I don't know why I'm still trying."
"Addison-"

"Shut your face cave."

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