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It’s Allison that starts looking first. Starting with her other siblings she asked, a week after the would-be apocalypse that didn’t. Each and every answer was the same. She paused in Five’s doorway, staring at his hunched figure and the paper that’s on every flat surface, and wonders ow none of them noticed. His answer is the same as the others, short, crude, and to the point.
“No.”
“Family meeting in ten minutes,” She announced after a beat, getting the final No from Five.
Her heart racing even as she tried to hold on to the belief that it was nothing, that she was worrying for nothing.
The Thirteen going on fifty-eight-year-old glowered at her announcement but dutifully started to pack away his papers. Nodding at the sight she turned and went back around the house to gather the others, her high heels echoing in the silent halls.
In a matter of minutes, they tracked back downstairs and to the living room. Tension soon hung heavily in the room as the siblings filed in. Five perched himself on top of the arm rest of the couch, as Vanya curled up on the right-side feet tucked under her. Luther walked in and stood with his back toward the windows, his hulking form still slightly curved inward to make himself look smaller. Allison came in with hurried steps, her stomach bubbling with anxiety as she thought back to what she had discovered, stepping around the coffee table she stood in front of her siblings.
Grumbling heavily Diego came in last stalking around the corner, taking his place parallel from Luther, but closest to the door.
“What now? I thought we stopped the apocalypse?” he asked, trying to ignore the tension that was rising in the room, Family meetings were always about bad news.
Allison watched them her brown eyes meeting all of theirs before she spoke.
“Klaus is missing.”
She watched as the tension left the room. Diego’s shoulder relaxing as Luther dropped himself onto a couch while shaking his head. Five scoffed, eyes darkening as he muttered to himself “I left my work for this?” Vanya smiled at her kindly but her anxious fidgeting had stopped.
“He’s probably in some alley getting drugs.” Luther told her.
“You’ve been off in California; you’ve never dealt with him as an adult.” Diego cut in.
“Diego’s right, this isn’t unusual.” Vanya told her, looking rather sad.
“Oh? He’s stayed with you to?” Diego’s voice rose up higher in confusion as he slumped against the door frame.
“A few times.”
They stared at each other for a moment before nodding solemnly.
“No, guys, I thought about it and the last time I saw him was the day they attacked the Academy. And-“ she sucked in a sharp breath of air, “It’s been almost two weeks and we had assassins after us!”
Vanya shifted, looking up at her with a small frown, understanding how worrying that news was.
“He probably just slipped out during the battle.” Diego grumbled, though he wouldn’t meet her eyes anymore.
“Can we just- can we just find him make sure he’s okay?” After a beat, she watched Diego’s and Luther’s dubious expressions and tried again, “For me?”
Five stood up, sighing loudly like it was a pain, “Fine, but he’s probably just high in an alley.”