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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.)
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"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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๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ท๐ด๐ฌ๐บ'๐ด ๐๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ.
"๐๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ."
๐๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ. "๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ!"
"๐๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐บ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข, ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด."
"๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ," ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต. "๐๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ฑ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ถ๐บ๐ด."
๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ. "๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข?"
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐บ?"
"๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ," ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง. "๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด." ๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ: ๐ฅ2๐บ/๐ฅ๐ต2= ๐2 ๐ฅ2๐บ/๐ฅ๐น2.
"๐๐ค๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ," ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต: ๐๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ=โ1/โ2๐ดโซ๐ฅ2๐นโ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต(๐จฮผฮฝโ๐ข๐ฮผโ๐ฃ๐๐ท).
"๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ โ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ'๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ,๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ 9.98 ๐ฎ/๐ด2, ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ด.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ด, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ช๐ง ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด: ๐ฎ2=1/โ2๐ด(๐โ1) , ๐= 0,1,2,3,4 ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ."
"๐๐ฌ๐ข๐บ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ?"
"๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ด ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐บ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ท๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ด."
"๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ?" ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด.
"๐๐ฐ," ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ.
"๐๐ฐ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฐ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ."
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ. "๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด, ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ฐ. ๐๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด."
๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด. "๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐'๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ."
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
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"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.)
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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 ะะฐะฝ ะธะปะธ ะฟัะพะฟะฐฬะป, 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."๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข," she muttered out of Leonard's earshot. "๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ."
The music grew to a crescendo, and then she opened her eyes.
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"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.)
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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. "๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ!" 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. "๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ!" 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. "๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข. ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ." Listening to her heartbeat, she burst open the door.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
