(chapter two.) why are you still talking?
❝ WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? ❞

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POET WATCHED ON AS THE FAMILY ALL GLANCED AT each other. There was an awkward silence, each of the siblings not knowing what to say to each other after not seeing one another for a long time.

As Luther stood up, Poet couldn't trail her eyes away from his chest. She was trying to process the fact that he was so tall and in her mind, he looked like Popeye when he ate his spinach.

"Um..." He started. "I guess we should get this started." They all stared at him. "So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown."

Poet turned to look at Klaus as he threw her a piece of paper from the bar. She looked at him as he served himself a drink.

"You want one?" He mouthed, bringing up his cup slightly. Poet nodded. "Alright."

"Dad had a favorite spot?"

Poet turned to face Luther again.

"Yeah, you know under the oak tree," judging by the clueless faces of his siblings, he knew they didn't know the place. "We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

"Well, now we know who was the favorite," Poet mumbled, crossing her arms. She let out a wince when Allison nudged her stomach with her elbow. "Just saying." Klaus gave her her drink. "Thank you."

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus asked and Poet nodded, glancing at Klaus and looking at Luther. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

Poet looked at the drink in her hands, playing with the alcoholic drink as her eyes glowed a perfect scarlet color. Her hands swiftly moved to one side and another, lifting the water up and close to her fingertips.

"Is that my skirt?" Poet looked away from the water floating, dropping it back on her cup as she glanced at Diego, who was staring at her. They both rolled their eyes when they made eye contact. She looked at Klaus.

"What?" Klaus simply questioned. "Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits."

The assistant nodded. "Looks good on you. Not surprised though. You managed to pull of my crop top well."

"Thank you," Klaus grinned. "I need to try on your clothes more."

"Or we can go buy you some?"

"Now where's the fun in that?"

Their soft chuckling got cut off by Luther, of course, who was getting impatient by the two.

"Listen up," Luther started, "Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" He looked at each of his siblings before he stopped on the girl. "Why are you still here?"

"Why are you still talking?" Poet raised an eyebrow at him and Luther cleared his throat. Allison shushed her as Vanya chuckled breathlessly.

"Like what do we need to discuss?"

Luther looked away from the friend of Allison, turning to face Klaus.

"Like the way he died?"

"And here we go," Diego and Poet both said simultaneously, glaring at each other after the words left their mouths.

"I don't understand," Vanya spoke, feeling the couch she was sitting on dip when Klaus sat next to her. "I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"Yeah, according to the coroner," Luther said. Poet furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well, wouldn't they know?" Poet questioned. Diego looked at her, playing with a knife. He debated whether to throw it at her or to put it away. He smirked.

"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?"

"I'm just saying," Luther was now looking at Allison. "at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

"Oh, quelle surprise!"

"Strange how?"

Poet sighed in annoyance, turning to face Number One. She ignored everyone's thoughts and only focused on his. When she finally caught his voice in her mind, she did a face, immediately looking away.

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust," Luther answered.

"Luther," Poet looked away front the man, coming face to face with Number Two, who was rising from his chair. The sunlight was illuminating his face and figure and she couldn't help but stare. He continued, "he was a paranoid, old man, who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

"No," Luther slightly shook his head, still not giving up the fact that he thought his father was killed. "He must have known something was going to happen." He looked at Diego directly at the eye and Poet couldn't help but notice the tension between them. Luther looked at Klaus now. "Look, I know you don't like it, but I need you to talk to Dad."

Poet snorted.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad could you just... Stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Since when? That's your thing."

"I'm not in the right... Frame of mind."

"He's high, you moron," Poet said, drinking her drink and finishing it under one gulp.

"Yeah!" Klaus laughed. "Yeah! I mean how are you not, listening to this nonsense?"

"He can't sober up," Poet immediately said as soon as Luther was about to open his mouth to say something. "It's Klaus."

"How'd you—never mind," Luther shook his head. "Then there's the thing of the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a monocle?"

"Who even gives a shit about a monocle?"

Diego and Poet glared at each other.

"Stop."

"Stop."

They both glared at each other one more time before looking away.

"Exactly," Luther said. "It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal."

Diego and Poet seemed to catch on to what he was referring by that. Poet instantly felt awkward when she knew what he meant, but decided to ignore the feeling so she could stay by Allison's side.

"Someone close to him," Luther continued. "Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus questioned.

"Oh, isn't it obvious?" Diego asked. He was cut off by Poet, who smirked at him before hef face turned emotionless.

"He thinks one of you guys killed your father."

Everything got silent as Luther sighed.

"You do?"

"How could you think that?"

"Great job, Luther," Diego sarcastically said. "Way to lead."

"That's not what I'm saying."

"You're crazy, man," Klaus stood up, pointing his cigarette at Luther. "You're crazy."

"I've not finished."

"Sorry," Klaus started, "I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back."

"Clearly you are finished if your siblings are walking away from you," Poet looked up at him before she walked away.

"Why are you even here?" Luther questioned in a frustrated voice. "You shouldn't be here in the first place. It's dangerous for you."

"Yeah, well she's not human."

Poet immediately stopped the knife heading towards her. She glared at Diego.

"I'm gonna get you one day."

"I dare you to do so sweets."