number two

It’s just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house. Just like he deserved.

endless list of my favorite characters :: Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

“You’re the one who’s always like, “Klaus, you need to get sober, bro." “

You know, every time I close my eyes, I see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face.

new york was large and crime was ever constant, freya wasn’t surprised that there were others like her. she had met a few over the years though she usually quickly made an escape. her eyes roamed from the guy on the ground to the new figure. freya’s back straightened her hand clenching around her baton. 

“hey i’m just trying to help,” she took a step forwards towards the guy, stepping over the body on the ground. she wanted to turn around, take the perp to a police station maybe. but she was still running on adrenaline, her hands twitchy for a proper fight. 

she pointed her baton at him a smirk twitsting at the corners of her lips. “but if you want to fight lets do it.”

“Help him into the grave?” He scoffed, his finger running over the blade as it remained pointed at the other masked individual. “I don’t think so,” he added, eyes skimming the surrounding to see if there was anything he could use against a baton. 

Distance was his friend against her while she wielded her weapon. He knew he needed to get that out of her hands and it would be a fair close combat fight. With the simple flick of the wrist, Diego threw a knife in her direction aiming for the arm that held the weapon. 

diego and he hadn’t always seen eye to eye; like wild animals trapped in a cage. luther had hoped that maybe once they had jumped back in time they could work on their differences and become brothers again. but over the last fifteen or so years that had proved impossible. they where back where they started, fighting and pointing fingers, shouting words at each other.

luther might have taken diego’s words lying down but the comment about him fucking a monkey made him freeze. a sudden feeling washed over him, both shame and anger. it made his skin prickle and a lump form at the back of his throat. scowling, luther pressed forward jabbing a finger at diego’s chest using just a little too much force. 

“first of all i wasn’t in the tropics but you wouldn’t know that because none of you would have even noticed i was gone. tell me did pogo let you know where i was or where you too busy to care?” luther hated the idea that he had been gone long enough for all of those things to happen but they did.

“No shit, Sherlock. I’ve been way too busy trying to organize this madhouse-- this dysfunctional circus against the apocalypse-- together that I couldn’t give a single fuck as to where you were screwing around when you were supposed to be here.” At this point, Diego was the one pressing his gloved finger into Luther’s chest. “Here. You weren’t on the moon. Not this time. You were here until your presence actually mattered.” Diego huffed. “You disappeared right before all this shit happened and come back when there’s nothing left. No Reginald. No home. We almost lost Mom.” His voice cracked before he turned away.

Diego was stressed and maybe it was wrong of him to take it out on Luther, but it was easier to pin the blame on someone than accept all the defeat-- accept the failure. Accept the fact that he failed to protect the city. “The Hargreeves Family is still breathing but I can’t speak for the hundreds if not thousands of other families that aren’t so lucky. All because you decided to go on a vacation at the worst fucking time.”

♪ Sinnerman where you gonna run to? ♪

to see his brother again was a little jarring for luther but he was glad at least that it was a familiar face. he stood awkwardly in the doorway, bag grasped firmly in his hands. when he had left months ago things had been normal. reginald had been unhappy with his leaving but he couldn’t exactly stop him when a simple flick from luther would have sent him across the room. luther had escaped in the night like a shadow.

his brow creased in annoyance at the nickname, he had hoped in vain over the years that his previous physique could be forgotten but there where still times when it was used against him. he was never brave enough to voice his discomfort, instead, he bit the inside of his cheek turning his head away from diego briefly. 

luther’s head snapped up when he heard that reginald had died. the bag in his hand dropped  to the ground with a loud thump. there was a sudden fear inside his chest, was this a repeat of the first time. “what do you mean dad’s dead?” his heart was beating frantically inside his chest a mile a minute. “pogo only said that i was needed back -” he fumbled with the old phone in his pocket like he had to prove himself suddenly.

“i - i had no reception, i didn’t get the message until the other day.” suddenly he felt terrible, selfish for wanting just a couple months to himself. he looked up at diego, “what’s going on diego, when i left everything was fine.”

He looked up at his towering brother, a raging fire burning in his eyes as he tried to look him dead in the eyes, which was difficult given the height difference. The cellular reception was his excuse. The idea that no one could get a hold of Luther until the city was practically burning down angered Diego. He wanted to hurt Luther-- kick, punch, cut him so that he could maybe feel a fraction of the pain that he and the rest of the Umbrella Academy have been feeling in the rough past month or so. But he held back. 

“Pogo left out a shit ton of fucking details.” Diego scoffed, clenching his fists as he controlled his temper. “While you were on your fucking vacation, our monocle-wearing asshat of a father kicked the bucket again. His sadistic way of getting us all back together. Well, most of us.” He glared at his brother before shifting his eyes elsewhere. 

“Five found all of our bodies in the future. Not just seven. All forty-three of us dead.” Chills ran down his spine at the thought of death fastly approaching, shifting uncomfortably until he decided to lean against a wall while he spoke. “So say hello to all the other siblings who have come to help while you were fucking a monkey in the tropics,” he said bitterly.