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Chasing Pavements

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Vanya stared at her reflection once more. Maybe, for once, she would be special in someone's eyes.

Or, in which Vanya attempts to prove herself to the world.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Vanya knew perfectly well that she was ordinary, thank you very much.

She didn't need Father to remind her of her particularly mundane existence, nor did she need her siblings to prod and belittle her constantly. What she really needed was a nod of approval, but they wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

String theory stated that the particles in the universe compromised of strings: with each pluck, they would produce a microscopic symphony. At least, that was what Five had told her. She liked to believe that everything in the universe was made up of vibrations, as it made her feel something for a fleeting moment.

Glancing at the morning paper, she downed the last few drops of her coffee before heading to the bathroom one last time. Glancing at her disheveled appearance, she felt Allison's glare of disapproval boring into her skull. Taking in her eyebags, barely-brushed hair, and her permanent frown set from years of neglect, one might say she looked like a mess.

"You have no idea." she said to no one in particular. Swallowing her pills, she gagged as they glided down her throat effortlessly. Perhaps that could be her power, she thought weakly. Klaus would definitely want to see that.

She packed up her violin case, just in case her siblings were planning to stay the whole day. After all, the concert recital was coming up, and she was more than determined to be first chair this time. Helen Cho would be more than happy to not be in first chair for the fifth time this season.

Sighing for what seemed to be the sixth time this morning, she brought her violin case and a bunch of flowers she picked up at the florist along the way. Seeing an all too familiar building in the distance, she glanced up at the harsh gates that terrified her when she was a child.

"Let's hope this doesn't become a disaster like the others." she muttered mournfully. (Her hopes were dashed five hours later. Vanya considered this an improvement.)

!!

"You should lock your front door."

She jumped, clearly startled. "Jesus, Five! You can't just barge in whenever you please. What if you were a rapist or something?"

Five maintained a neutral expression. "You live on the second floor."

"Rapists can climb."

Clearly disturbed by her statement, he settled into his seat, clutching the handles as though his life depended on it. Vanya shrugged it off, thinking it was all that time spent in the future.

"Did you know that I made peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches every evening?" Five shook his head at her question. "And that I turned on the hallway lights so that you didn't stumble when you got home?" There was no reply, so she continued.

"I waited for you, Five! I waited for you to come back so we could leave together! You promised that you would find your way back home, and you broke that promise! Now you have the audacity to barge into my fucking house and act as if we're normal, but it sure as hell isn't."

Five flinched. Was he crying, or was it a trick of the light? She felt rather guilty over her outburst, she didn't mean to upset him greatly. However, all Five did was rub his eyes before he spoke.

"Do you know what I saw when I was in the future?"

She shook her head. All he mentioned at the funeral was that it was shit. His reaction said it was more than that.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. I found all of your bodies, except yours and Ben's and-" his voice trailed off, and he simply broke down.

Vanya's shocked expression said it all, really. Here was an arrogant boy whose ego preceded his intellect, now reduced to a weeping mess. Time travel must have really messed with his head. So she did what anyone would have done in her place. Gingerly setting down her violin case, she held her arms wide open. Five obediently shuffled forward. They laid like that until the first rays of sun shone into her apartment.

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๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜›๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ'๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜‹ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ.

"๐˜ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ, ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ."

๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. "๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ! ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ!"

"๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด."

"๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ," ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. "๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ด."

๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ. "๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข?"

"๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ?"

"๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ," ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ง. "๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด." ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ: ๐˜ฅ2๐˜บ/๐˜ฅ๐˜ต2= ๐˜2 ๐˜ฅ2๐˜บ/๐˜ฅ๐˜น2.

"๐˜ˆ๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ," ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต: ๐˜š๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ=โˆ’1/โ„“2๐˜ดโˆซ๐˜ฅ2๐˜นโˆš๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต(๐˜จฮผฮฝโˆ‚๐˜ข๐˜Ÿฮผโˆ‚๐˜ฃ๐˜Ÿ๐˜ท).

"๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ โ„“๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ'๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ 9.98 ๐˜ฎ/๐˜ด2, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด: ๐˜ฎ2=1/โ„“2๐˜ด(๐˜•โˆ’1) , ๐˜•= 0,1,2,3,4 ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ."

"๐˜–๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ?"

"๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ด."

"๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ?" ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข, ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.

"๐˜•๐˜ฐ," ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ.

"๐˜•๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ถ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ."

๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด, ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด."

๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. "๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ."

๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

!!

"Okay, Rachel. Remember to play the cadenza more freely, and don't forget to use pizzicato in bars 32 to 36." said Vanya in an alacritous tone. Rachel nodded wordlessly, signing in thanks.

Putting her violin away, she heard a knock on her door. Maybe it was Mrs. Kowalski complaining about her missing cat again. Or Five, wanting to spend more time with her. Or it could be the sweet and charming boy she's been seeing lately. Leonard, was it? He'd shown more compassion towards her in a few days than what her family hasn't done in years. Glancing at the clock, she swallowed her medication, stamping her muffled cries of worthlessness.

"Vanya? You in there?"

Allison was in the doorway, looking beautiful as ever. She always commented that she looked different from what the tabloids perceive her as. Not that her opinion mattered.

"What do you want, Allison?" she croaked out. She needed more sleep.

"Luther's arranged a meeting and wants you to be there." said Allison matter-of-factly.

"Is it Luther that wants me there, or is it just you? You guys made it very clear that you don't want me around at Dad's funeral." muttered Vanya, hoping that her sister didn't pick that up. From her hurt expression, she did.

"I know that we messed up, and we want to redeem it. Redeem our relationship. But that can't start if you won't want to help."

"Redeem our relationship? That was broken all those years ago, so there's nothing to redeem. You may show some care, but I bet the others don't. Hell, I don't even think they know I live here!"

"I do," Allison mumbled. Vanya looked up. "When I landed my first big break, I came back to celebrate. I looked for your apartment, but for some odd reason, I couldn't bring myself to knock. Some shitty sister I am, huh?"

If someone had photographed her in that very moment, her face would read as shocked and of disbelief. Her siblings kept surprising her, didn't they? Swallowing a lump in her throat, she opened her mouth to speak, but the insistent rapping on her door brought to her attention.

"Vanya, hey! Ready for that lunch date? You promised," said Leonard in a sing-song voice. "Grab your coat, we'll be leaving in five minutes."

"I don't-"

"Vanya, just think about it, okay?" asked Allison, her tone urgent.

The noise was too much for her. She tried to concentrate on Bach's Chaconne but failed. It was too much, too much, too much-

"I'm going with Leonard. I'll see you tonight, Allison." she smiled wryly. (The defeat on Allison's face haunted her that night.)

!!

Vanya had often considered herself a hermeneutical person - one who analyzed people in both verbal and non-verbal patterns. For example, she could see the defeat in Klaus' eyes whenever the others would accuse him of being an attention-seeking junkie. She observed Luther's weariness from the constant pressure of leadership. And sometimes, she would see Mom's faltering smiles when she provided her anxiety medication. She witnessed things that her family attempted to gloss over, but she saw through their facade. She used to think that could be her power, observing others, but she stopped thinking that ever since she released that book.

There was an old Russian saying that went along the lines of ะŸะฐะฝ ะธะปะธ ะฟั€ะพะฟะฐฬะป, which meant to be a master or to be gone. This can very well be applied for her situation, she chuckled awkwardly. Counting the number of trees present, she concentrated on the sound."๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ, ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข," she muttered out of Leonard's earshot. "๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ."

The music grew to a crescendo, and then she opened her eyes.

!!

"You knew!"

"No, Vanya, I didn't-"

"You what, Allison? You didn't know any better? All of you knew I had powers, but you cast me aside anyway! You were jealous of the fact that I'm more powerful than you and you couldn't handle it!"

"Vanya, that's not true, I-"

"Enough!" she held out a hand. The house began to shake alongside her. "Do you feel that?" she asked, her voice now murmurous. "Do you see my potential?" she felt the smile in her voice.

Allison looked around, fear etched on her face. "Come on, Vanya. We have to go."

"No."

Allison gulped, tears welling in her eyes. "Please don't make me do this. I heard a rumor-"

What happened after that was a blur. She was screaming, wishing that Five were here so that he could undo what she just did. Allison was hemorrhaging and all Vanya could hear were the choking noises she made. Leonard arrived soon after and told her to leave immediately. She shouted at him too, telling him that she wanted to be at her sister's side, but he told her that her life would be at stake. Hurrying her into his car, they both drove off. (That night, both parties could not sleep for very different reasons.)

!!

The first thing she noticed was that she was in a room.

Not just any old room, it was the same one that Father locked her in when she was four.

Screaming, she pounded on the doors, begging for Five, Klaus, Allison, somebody to let her out. "๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ!" she cried out, but not even her sound manipulation could aid her.

She heard muffled voices on the other side and saw Diego and Klaus gesturing to her, mumbling in tones that she couldn't comprehend. Allison was present too, and she sobbed in relief. "๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ!" she shouted, doubting that she would hear her. Slowly signing out for the rest of them, she prayed that they would understand.

"Vanya says she's sorry, alright, now let her out Luther!" said Diego angrily.

"How the hell would you know that? She hurt Allison, so what makes you think that the rest of the world is safe from her?"

"Whatever guys, I'm getting her out of that shitshow." Trying to open the door, Luther shoved him back with full force. Seeing her brother slumped against the wall, she pounded the doors harder.

Diego and Allison attempted next, but Luther blocked the door with his body, not permitting them to pass. Sighing in defeat, they both left.

Heartbroken, she felt the symphonies again, rising in tempo under her skin. "๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข. ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ." Listening to her heartbeat, she burst open the door.

!!

Her siblings were all here. Five, darting in and out in flashes of blue light. Diego, curving knives at the very last second. Allison, who had observed her a few rows down and nodded in appraisal. (She smiled back.) Luther, using his gargantuan body to fight the masked men off. Klaus, who hid behind a seat while bodies were soaring everywhere. And Ben, tentacles tearing limbs off. The thought made her giddy.

Seeing Luther, Diego, and Five out of the corner of her eye, she felt furious. Just when she was getting the attention for once, they wanted it back. Feeling the violin being wrenched from her grasp, she thought of Beethoven's Concerto in D major. Suddenly, the flash of glaring white light blinded her vision.

Her baneful thoughts were brought to the surface as she watched as their lifeforms slowly ebbed away. Her consciousness screamed at her to stop it, that they were her brothers, but that was silenced as quickly as it was permitted. They watched her suffer, and now they shall pay the price.

Hearing the gunshot that followed suit, she gasped. Feeling her powers fade, her symphonies failed alongside her as everything faded to coda.

!!

Ears ringing, she opened her eyes. "Am I in limbo? Is this what the afterlife looks like?" she muttered softly, holding her head. Wait, why was her hair in bangs? She cut her hair when she was 16. Pinching her cheek, it felt too soft for her liking. Inching closer to the mirror, she feared what she would see in front of it. Staring back at her was a 13-year-old girl who looked exactly like her. Scratch that, it was her. Thinking logically, she did what anyone would have done if they were in her situation. She screamed.

!!

"Vanya!"

"Vanya, calm down!"

"Holy shit, the whole room is shaking!"

Everyone's voices were overlapping to the point that she couldn't tell whose voices she was hearing. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop-

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do all of that. I just want to be ordinary again," looking pleadingly at Allison, she added, "Please just rumor me again."

To the shock and disbelief of the others, Allison sat next to her on the bed. "No. No more running away, no more getting rid of things. If we want to solve our problems, we have to face them, which means that we help control your powers."

Vanya quashed a smile, leaning on her shoulder. "Thank you." she sniffled.

"Is it just me, or that the girls get the cool powers? I mean, seriously? Sound manipulation? Reality-bending? We got the short end of the stick, huh, boys?" Klaus chuckled.

"Excuse you," Five snapped. "But that statement should be intended for the rest of you lot. Ben and I have brilliant powers, thank you very much."

"Um, I'm sure that I-I have the cool p-p-powers! Luther has the l-lamest ones, t-t-t-though." said a frustrated Diego, who was trying and failing to hide a smile.

As they all laughed, Vanya secretly hoped that it would remain like this. She then erased that thought from her mind, because they weren't going to be just the Umbrella Academy. They were going to be a family, and Vanya was finally going to be a part of it.

Notes:

Vanya deserves all the love she gets man come at me