Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
Y/N PULLED AWAY shortly after realizing what she had done. "You have a, uh, an eyelash on your cheek." Five stuttered. 
Holy shit. Things couldn't get more embarrassing for Y/N. Her eyes widened as she realized he was only trying to get an eyelash off her face. "Shit." She cursed under her breath, hiding her face from him with her hand in embarrassment. 
Why the hell did you have to fricking do that, you idiot! She scolded to herself. 
"I'm-- I'm so terribly sorry. I- I kind of panicked and I thought–"
A soft pair of lips attached to hers interrupted her in the middle of her apology. It was sweet and chaste just like what she did to him. She didn't think of second thoughts to kiss him back.
Once he pulled away, he gave her a smirk, "Took you long enough." Y/N was confused. But what about Delores?
She was about to speak up until they heard a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Five sighed as he stood up from his stool and approached the door with his glass of margarita in his hand.
Y/N looked at Delores guiltily. She knew the doll was just an object. But sometimes she thought of Delores as a real person as well.
Five opened the door to see Hazel with his gun pointing at him. "Hey, old timer." The man greeted. Five was wasn't surprised anymore when he found out it was just Hazel, "Do you have my sister?" He asked, referring to Vanya, "And.. if not, would you like a margarita?" 
Number Five took his silence as a yes, "Come on." He motioned for Hazel to follow him. He obliged with uncertainty, wondering if this was a trap. 
"'Sup?" Y/N greeted calmly. After everything he had done to her, she left it all behind. 
"You're here to kill me?" Five asked as he climbed back on his stool, scooting closer to Y/N. She tried her best to hide her grin.
"Oh. Shit. Sorry. Old habits." Hazel apologized, putting his gun away, "Well, I can understand why the both of you might feel that way, but you know..." He trailed out, looking down with guilt.
"Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my family, punched Y/N in the face, and kidnapped my brother." Five elaborated.
Number Eight shrugged, "That's about it, I suppose." She grabbed the blender and a glass with her telekinesis, pouring the alcoholic beverage for herself.
"I though you didn't want one." Five questioned.
"Eh, changed my mind." She replied as she took a swig of it.
"Well, there's not much I can do about the past. Don't forget I'm not the only killer in this room. You got your own bloody  history, pal." Hazel piped up at the boy. But now he was just rambling, "Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm actually sittin' here talkin' to you, after all--"
"Okay, I know you're talking to Five and not me, but why exactly are you here?" Y/N asked out of boredom. She wanted him to cut to the chase even though she had already read what was in his mind.
"Well, I'm, you know–" Hazel cut himself off with his own grunt after Diego kicked him from behind. "Diego, stop!" Number Five demanded. 
Of course, Number Two didn't listen. Instead, he kept beating the life out of the guy. "Get up!" Diego shouted as he kicked Hazel on his chin.
Y/N wasn't amused nor surprised as usual, she just sat there, sipping her margarita as if she was drinking soda while watching an entertainment. 
"You know, before you kill him, you might wanna here what he has to say." Five suggested. But Diego didn't stop. It was then Hazel started fighting back.