One :
We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

Addison grinned as she walked down the street, her newly bought silver carving knife in hand.

A short and slightly stubby shop assistant had recognised her, having attended many of the gun carving competitions that the platinum blond always attended.

She had been kept back, the assistant asking simple queries and chatting for a good half hour before Addison realised that time had flown by.

It was dark now, the sun had been pushed past the horizon and into hiding; the large circular moon glimmering brightly, illuminating the paths and creating intricate shadows that stretched along the ground.

Because of this darkness that had engulfed the area, the warm daffodil light that shone through the academy windows stood out like a sore thumb; the silhouettes of her family sitting around (and on) a table only just visible.

Her scarlet converse tapped against the cement rhythmically as Addison skipped towards the academy, pushing open the tall obsidian gates with ease; turning the unlocked doorknob and walking through, into the warmth that the undying hearth was radiating.

The first thing the platinum blond noticed, was the shattered vase on the floor; the pastel pink roses strewn, beginning to wilt as life left their delicate petals.

She frowned, for a moment; before grinning again.

Someone must have accidentally knocked it over while she was gone, Addison just hoped that no one got injured by the ridged porcelain.
The chattering was now evident, mixed voices carrying through the large mansion-like area from one of the smaller kitchens.

The platinum blond continued skipping towards the room cheerily, abruptly bursting in with her sheathed carving knife aloft; the chattering instantly ceasing.

"I have completed my quest and have bought a carving knife!"

She glanced at the abnormally silent six people and greeted them all carefreely.

"Hullo peoples! Hey Five."

Wait.

Six?

Five?!

Her forest green eyes shot up, and instantaneously caught wide ocean blue ones; the blond's heart suddenly refusing to beat as she stared at Five.

At her Five, the very same one that left her nearly fourteen years ago; standing in a too-big blazer with a half-eaten peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich in hand.

"I'm hallucinating, that's it; simply hallucinating, don't get your hopes up. Stupid Addison." The blond said to herself sadly, almost scolding; quickly turning on her heel and promptly leaving.

Addison could only really do two things when she's confused, and since cuddling was out of the question; it was only natural that she resorted to working on her firearm.
The blond smoothed out the metal with such skill and accuracy, her hands working their magic as they continued to flawlessly fix the pistol.

There was a quiet footstep that alerted Addison, the girl pausing and clenching her fist around the hard handle of the carving knife until her knuckles turned snowy white.

"Go away."

Silence clung into the air, the girl almost expecting a reply of 'Just here to check up on you' from Vanya or Allison, and the click of the door closing.

"I'm afraid that I can't do that love."

Love.

Her eyes once again caught Five's ocean blue ones as her head snapped towards the sound of the male voice, almost getting lost in them.

Then she drove her knife into her thigh.

"Ouch.." She muttered quietly, looking back up as her bloodied leg sealed itself efficiently; the brunet still standing before her, in his fifteen-year-old glory.

"I'm not dreaming, or hallucinating?" The blond asked, pushing herself off the wooden chair and approaching the boy; outstretching her hand to touch him, looking hesitant. As if he would disappear again if she did.

"No, you're not."

There was momentary stillness before Five stepped forwards and pulled the shocked girl into a tight hug, Addison returning it with an equally tight grasp after a moment; feeling tears prick her eyes as the only thing her senses could feel became the boy she had longed for.

"You finally came back." She whispered shakily.

They stayed in each other's warm embrace for several long minutes, having been separated for so long the touch felt like a relieving ice pack on a broken joint.

The platinum blond slowly and reluctantly pulled away, gazing at the coffee haired boy's face; a small dimpled smile dancing across his face.

"I've missed you." The smile morphed into a frown.

"And I need your help.
But first, some coffee."

Addison chuckled, shaking her head as she spoke jokingly.
"Way to ruin the moment."

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Klaus was the first to run out the door, three other six-year-olds soon dashing out as well; Allison had just rumoured their father into giving them half an hour of free time.

Everyone but Five had been quick to escape the large academy, the boy deciding on studying in his room instead of mucking about outside with his other adopted siblings.

Twenty minutes quickly flew by before Diego shouted urgently, pointing towards a young girl who had fallen from the third floor of their neighbour's house; now a bloodied mass on the currently unused road, shattered glass sprayed around her.

"Guys, guys; there's a dead girl!" He called worriedly, the six children quickly abandoning their activities and running towards their brother.

"What do you mean?"
"Look! There!"
"There isn't a dead girl."
"You little shat, scared the life outta me."

The other Hargreeves were right, instead of being exposed to the image of a child that one greatly resembled raw meat; they were met with the sight of a little girl.
She was sprawled and twitching slightly on the road, fully intact yet demented; bones clearly out of place and almost protruding out of the skin and muscle like sharp sticks.

Then came several loud cracks, like glow sticks being snapped; the disfigured bones clicking into place slowly with the disturbing loud sou d.

"What?!"

The platinum blond girl then peeled herself off the uneven road, visibly flinching as a shout rang through the empty streets.

"Come back here this instant Addison!"

They all watched the little girl running like a madman down the pavement while pulling out crimson pieces of glass from her porcelain skin, laughing nervously as she looked up at the broken window.

"Go and get father. I don't think she's not normal."

"Ya think, or ya know Luther?"

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