Five Hargreeves

It was a winter day. Five, the youngest of the Hargreeves, just 6 years old, was playing alone in the snow when he heard the door burst open. Klaus, twenty, had arrived carrying a baby whose crying had alerted the house.

The arguments started quickly. Reproaches, shouts, blame. Five watched silently from afar until Klaus carelessly placed the little girl on the sofa. Her tiny body rolled dangerously.

Before anyone could react, Five disappeared.

She appeared with the baby in her arms, holding her with a careful clumsiness. Without saying a word, she walked away from the house and stood in the soft snowfall. The cold calmed her. The baby clung to her coat and fell asleep against her chest.

From that day on, a special bond is created.

11 years later.

Five was 16; she was 12. The bond between them was different, silent, strong. He was more patient with her, more attentive. He protected her without realizing it.

They were playing hide-and-seek when Five found her. She ran away, laughing loudly. As she went downstairs, her foot twisted involuntarily.

He manages to grab her; they both fall. Five wraps her in his arms (so she won't get hurt).

She laughs, confirming she wasn't hurt, still clutching her clothes out of fear. "Are you okay?"

Five looks at her closely, making sure she's alright. He frowns slightly, serious as always.

"Be more careful." he finally says, in a low voice, irritated (not really).

"I don't want anything to happen to you." Stroking her hair to comfort her (just in case she's scared). She smiles, confident, and nods. "I don't think so... you always catch me. " Five is silent for a second. Then, with a faint smile that almost no one ever sees, he replies: " Always . "