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November 14, 2001. Age 12
"You are all excused."
Reginald Hargreeves voice always seemed to travel through out the entire academy. The Hargeeves siblings believed that's what made him so terrifying; his projection skills. Most of the time, those skills weren't very necessary because the only time Reginald talked to his children was during training, and they were usually next to him during training.
Every sibling stood up out of their chairs in unison, pushed them in in unison, and walked out of the dinning hall in a single file line. Once they were out of that wretched room, Luther decided he was up for a challenge. He slowly strutted towards Diego.
"I'll race you to the attic." Luther smirked.
Diego rolled his eyes. "You just w-w-w-want to make up for the fa-fact that you r-r-" Diego paused and clenched his fists, "messed up the m-m-mission."
Allison, Klaus, Vanya, and Ben were witnessing the beginning of a fight happening right before their eyes. They were all intrigued as to see what comeback Luther would make. On the other hand, Five couldn't care less. He was slouched back on a wall, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Stupid fights like these happened all the time between Diego and Luther. It was nothing new, Five thought.
"You ruin missions all the time, Diego!" Luther shouted.
Diego took a little bit and finally responded sarcastically, "Sure."
"You do," Luther began, "remember that time when you let the robber get away? All because you couldn't say-"
"SH-SHUT UP!" Diego screeched in response.
"D-D-D-Don't m-m-move!" Luther mocked, throwing his hands up.
Suddenly, Diego was on top of Luther, throwing punches at his face. Luther's nose began to bleed, but Diego didn't stop. He always took things to the extreme, but in his defense so did Luther. Diego didn't bother to look around, everyone's mouths agape. Vanya was crying, begging them to stop. Diego didn't stop until an all too familiar hand touched his back. It wasn't cold and lifeless, like his fathers hands. It was warm and loving. He knew Grace was trying to get him to stop. Mom was trying to get him to stop. So he did. He hadn't realized it when he was beating up Luther, but he had been crying.
Diego quickly wiped away his tears and took a look around the room, feeling ashamed. He then follow Grace up to his room.
Nobody moved, still in shock from what just happened.
The first person to speak was Klaus. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Klaus didn't wait for a response. He stormed out to go comfort Diego.
"Why are you siding with him?" Luther asked, "He's the one who beat me up!"
"You don't know when to stop, do you?" Asked Five.
Luther looked to Allison for clarification that he was in the right. Allison always sided with Luther. He just needed one person to validate his actions.
"Too far, Luther. Too far." Allison said blankly and walked out of the room.
After Allison and Klaus trudged away, everybody else did too, so Luther was left alone, sitting on the grand staircase wondering why he decided to be such a dick.
Klaus was sat on the edge of Diegos bed, while Diego and Grace were sat in the middle. Diego was fidgeting with his hands while talking to his mom.
"I'm sorry m-m-m-m-" Diego looked down at his shoes, frustrated.
"Take your time dear." Grace affirmed, "I understand that what Luther said to you wasn't the nicest choice of words, but you can not resort to violence."
Diego nodded in understanding. His head still hung low.
Klaus scooted up next to Diego and embraced him in a hug. While the two boys were hugging Grace walked out of the room telling them that she was to tend to Luthers wounds.
"What Luther said was fucked, but I have to admit, you looked awesome throwing all those punches at the big 'Number One.' Seriously."
Diego lifted his head and laughed. A smile took over his face. What he did was wrong, but he sure as hell had a reason to do it. And getting told that he looked awesome while doing beating up his own brother? That was validation at its finest.