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No turning back now, I'm moving ahead toward the way out.

I smirk as I blast the oncoming Galra ships. They blow up after I iced them with my cannon. I used my sonic boom thing, and more ships blew up. The rest of the team was also fighting the Galra. I could see they were doing more than I was. The voices from my head were creeping up on me. I shook my head, as I moved around, leading the Galra towards me.

I huffed as a bunch of them, did move to me. Maybe they knew how horrible I am. The mistakes I've been doing. I started to shoot them down, one-by-one. I smiled cockily, cheering as I destroyed them.

Maybe I could capture one, and start using some machines to torture the information out of them... No! I was surprised of my thinking. I mean, I do hate the Galra, but not to the point of torturing them. Right? I gritted my teeth, and started to fight again, ignoring my thoughts as I went.

Don't you hate how, We get left behind in the fallout.

"Come on guys! It's time to form Voltron!" I hear Shiro say over the comm. I moved my lion over to where the team was and we all formed Voltron. We begin to fight the bigger ships, destroying it, piece-by-piece. 

Look at how happy you feel, when you see these disgusting animals die. They were about to kill all these innocent people, Lance. Kill them before they kill everything. I smiled, a bit more sinister than I was used to. I could see my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were turning purple. I gasped in shock, standing from my seat and away from the control. The blue lion turned off-line, and Voltron disbanded. 

I struggled to stay upright, as the others exclaimed in confusion. What just happened?

"Lance! Can you hear us?" Keith asked, worry evident in his voice.

Listen to them Lance. They need you only for Voltron. Other than that, you're worthless to the team. I struggled to catch my breath, but I did so anyway. 

"Uh, yeah. Blue just turned off-line. No reason why," I laughed nervously, as I sat back down. Blue turned back on-line. The others gave a sigh of relief, and we formed Voltron again. This time we finished the battle.

I won't stand down, As I feel the ground begin to crack now.

I get out of the Blue, as we arrived in the Lion´s hangar. I saw the others complimenting each other. Nobody said anything to me. Not surprised.

You see Lance! Nobody thinks about you. Just leave, and they will not notice at all! I sigh, walking away from the group. I walked, heading to the training deck. I locked the doors, so no one could come up and see me. I growled. I had my bayard on me already, so I set up the gladiator to fight me. Level ten.

I put on my music too, so I could fight with that. I did not like my mind talking to me, at all. 

Gladiator after gladiator I defeated. I fought with long distance, as short distance was with the whole group. I do not need this anymore. I do not need to feel the pain of rejection.

So I cry out, the same call to arms but with a new sound.

I am in my room. 

I found a sharp object when I was looking around. 

It was Keith´s bayard. 

It turned to a blade. 

Not like the Blade of Marmora.

Similar, but it was as thin as the blade, but the hilt thick. Short, not long. Good enough.

Let hope be everything that you need, t o march to a victory.

I should do it quickly. 

I should end it. 

I had enough with no one noticing me.

I look down at my wrist. 

The scars from over the years. 

The scars I made.

Tears quickly pour down my face. 

The silence is hurting me.

When you can't feel the difference between, an inch and infinity.

END IT!

LANCE END IT!

YOU HAVE TO!

YOU STOLE IT FROM THE BOY WHO HURT YOU.

THE BOY YOU SHADOW.

THE BOY THAT MADE YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF .

I started to make new scars, as crimson liquid came out of the now palish arms.

Every part of me catches on fire underneath, when I ignite, you'll see.

I hear the voices of Coran and Hunk outside my door. I quickly hurt myself more, the pain subduing my numbness. 

They are talking about me. I quickly grab the blade. I want to end my life. I want to end everything. 

I am worthless.

Maybe I can light the way, I can light the way back to me.

I stabbed myself, and twisted the blade around. 

The door slides open, and shouts of worry and despair reach my ears. I drop.

I look at Hunk as he grabs me. He does not touch the blade that is in my stomach at the moment. 

He runs with Coran to the pods, tears silently pouring down his face. He looks down at me, and I give him a weak smile.

Before we leave the room though, I see the words painted on the wall with my pure blood.

They go around my head, circling my last thoughts. Those are the last three words I ever think. I will ever write. My last breath leaves my body, and so does the warmth.

Back to me.

I am worthless.

 

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I swear, it wasn't my fault. I was just trying to protect the poor child. If it wasn't for me, the poor kid would have died. 

Shiro starts yelling at me. My foolishness could break the team, and then we couldn't form Voltron. Huh.

So I'm only good for forming Voltron, then? Alright. Call me when you need me.

As Shiro yelled, I walked away. I just ignored him. The others started to call me out. Shouting at me to come back.

"You guys don't need me. Not really. I'll be in my room if you want to form Voltron," I told them, my voice hollow. I walk out of the room, the automatic doors sliding behind me. 

I walk, corridor after corridor. I finally arrived in front of my room. I enter, and the doors shut behind me. No emotions come forward. Just numbness, and the disgusting feeling of loneliness. I sat on my bed, and grabbed my notepad, where I drew my family. 

I had asked Coran if he had any pencils, pencil crayons, and a notebook. He gave them too, and I was lucky that I could draw and had an artistic past. I was now coloring them, making it look like a family portrait. I smiled to myself, my homesickness growing even more. 

I had drew my new family on the ship. That made me feel sick. I couldn't comprehend how they didn't notice the little Heratian kid. How I saved him.

I sighed, as I went onto another page, and started to draw a marigold. They were my mom's favorite flower. Lilacs were my older sister's favorite, roses for my younger sister, and sunflowers for my niece. My brothers hated flowers, but they really loved sports. Hell, I drew a soccer ball for Mateo, a hockey stick for Daniel, and a volleyball for my nephew, Diego. 

I hear the door open, but I was sitting against the wall, facing away from the door. If it was Shiro, then I was going to find myself another quiet place. I wouldn't even bother listening to him. I continued to draw.

"Hey," it wasn't Shiro who said that. It was Keith. I didn't say anything, but I did pause, my hand in mid-air.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice showing no emotion. I could hear Keith walk, until he was kneeling beside the bed.

"I like your drawings. They're pretty," he said, his voice soft and genuine.

"Thanks," I reply, continuing to draw. Hell, I was surprised. Never knew he had any emotion other than anger. 

He stayed like that, as I continued to draw. It felt like hours, but was only minutes, in this somewhat comfortable silence. 

"I'm sorry," Keith said, his voice filled with sadness. I was confused.

"About what?" I asked, still drawing the volleyball. Keith was staring at me, and I looked back at him.

"Every time I got angry at you. I'm sorry. I'm just never around people, and it's difficult for me to accept anybody in my life. I can see that you help a lot of people around the castle, but they really don't notice you, don't they?" Keith told me, sincerely. I sighed and nodded.

"They don't notice me, yeah. I already know. It sucks, and I hate it, so fucking much. I come from a large family, and I get attached to people quickly. I just hate how I'm the seventh wheel," I blurt out, and I stop drawing. Keith then surprises me. He hugs me, and tears from my eyes slide down my cheeks. He embraces me as I cry, sobs coming from my mouth. 

"Lance, you're anything but the seventh wheel. You help civilians, you keep us in check, you take care of us, even though we're supposed to be taking care of you. You are selfless, and if anything, you make the castle a joyous place to be. Hell, you make me feel alive. So, don't ever think you're a burden or the seventh wheel," Keith tells me, as I stop crying. I just nod, as hope fills my chest.

Maybe I am useful.

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I can't take another hollow point conversation.  It's getting harder to fake.

"Damn it, Lance!" I curse myself, misplacing the keys into my apartment. Today, I was going to talk to Keith on Skype, since we've both been really busy lately. He with work, and I with my exams. I finally got the door open, and I enter.

I close the door behind me, and leave my shoes at the door. The really clean apartment was empty, with no sounds coming from a computer. I frowned, and shook my head. I was going to talk to Keith, even if it was late.

I went into the kitchen, and I grabbed a pot. I grabbed some spaghetti from cupboards, and the sauce from the fridge. I filled the pot up with water, and I put it on a burner, I turned up the heat, and stuck the straight spaghetti in it. I went around the kitchen, grabbing a bunch of food. I lied with my grandmother, and under her roof, she showed me what to put in spaghetti, and to make it one of her own creation. 

She had put chicken, peppers, garlic, and onions even into her spaghetti. When she made it, it was like Heaven on Earth. I smiled, as I cooked up the food, filling the apartment with a smell.

The sound of you, an outlasting vibration. There's something I can't shake.

I smiled softly, as I finished making the spaghetti. I always made a bit too much, since I lived with eleven siblings, and the family reunion's sometimes makes me want to cook for people. I took out some of the food, and I put it on my ceramic plate. I went over to the couch, and I turned on the TV, waiting for Keith to call.

Keith. He was the reason I was happy. The reason I am still alive. The reason for destroying the creeping thoughts over my mind. And he's the one who makes me sad. Makes me feel like destroying my own corpse so he can be happy. He's the one who makes me feel anything.

I watched an episode of Supernatural, since I was bored as heck, and I've already watched all of the seasons like three times. Or more. 

The sweetness of you on my tongue.  I breathed you in, you filled my lungs.

I hear the a noise from the laptop. I pop up, and sprint, almost tripping over my feet. I open the laptop, and quickly putting my password in. I see it was an upcoming call from...

Hunk.

I shake the disappointment from my shoulders, chiding myself. I put on the okay.

"Hey, ol' pal of mine! What's up?" I greet, a smile on my face. Hunk immediately brights up at my words. He smiles.

"Hey, Lance! I'm doing fine! I wanted to call because of something I've been wanting to ask you," he told me, excitement lighting up in his eyes. I brought the laptop over to the couch, and I turned off the TV, cutting Dean off in a middle of him saying, 'Bitch!'

"Sure, what is it?" I say, getting myself comfortable in the middle of the cushions. 

"Well, I wanted to see if you and Keith are able to come to the grand opening of my restaurant!" Hunk exclaimed. My mouth went open with surprise, and it quickly turned into a smile. 

"I'll talk to Keith about it, but don't ever doubt about me. I'm going to see the grand opening my man!" I glowed with happiness. Hunk cheers, and I laugh in response, already excited. 

"Okay, buddy. Tell Keith I said 'hi'. Talk to you soon!" Hunk told me. I smiled, and nodded, and we both said our goodbyes. 

A bitter taste, surrender waste. Another weakness.

I had finished my dinner about a few hours ago. I was slowly falling asleep on the couch. Keith never called me. I felt disappointed, but I knew it wasn't his fault that he was the manager of the new company, that his dad gave him. I already went on YouTube to stop the boredom that was growing in my chest.

I sighed, and I left the couch. I set down the laptop and I went into my room. I quickly changed into my PJ pants. 

You and me are like drugs and candy (drugs and candy, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Take one down for the young and easy (young and easy, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You've got me out of my head.

I went under the covers, too tired to even cry at the moment. Tomorrow was another day, and I could put up the mask of happiness. I closed my eyes, and quickly fell asleep. 

Perhaps, in the middle of the night, I woke up from the door opening and closing, quietly. I thought it was the neighbour's door, so I quickly fell unconscious. 

I had a weird dream that night. Something that had to do with roller coasters, and giant lollipops. A tiger was chasing me at one point, making me wake up in the morning with a start. I was sweating, and tears were coming down from my eyes. I took a shaky breath. I quickly wiped the tears, and I waited until I was ready to leave the bed.

I fill this space in your bed. High on the beat of the breakdown, breakdown.

I left the room, with my clothes and a towel, I was going to take a shower, and stop the redness from my eyes. I sighed, closing the bathroom door. I took off my clothes, and quickly took a shower. I took my towel and dried myself off, and I put on my clothes in the washroom. I was so used to doing that, I only went back to my room to freshen up. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked like shit. Baggy eyes, pale skin, and messed up hair. I looked dead. I huff, and I put on make-up to conceal the fact I looked like Death in a human body. 

I left my room, looking down at my feet. I barely even looked up, when I hear a cough. Yet, when I did, my breath hitched. 

In the middle of the living room, was Keith, holding flowers, and a teddy bear. I stood still, eyes wide in surprise. 

"Good morning, Lance," he told me. A smile broke out, and I ran to the man I loved. I gave him a hug, as tears started to pour out. He hugged me quickly, dropping the gifts onto the couch that was beside him. We were in a tight embrace, while I was crying and he was drawing patterns on my back.

"Sorry for not calling last night. I was in the middle of a flight, and I don't think the woman beside me would have appreciated me talking to guy romantically," Keith mumbled, and I giggled. I didn't care at this point. I just wanted to be with Keith, in this moment, forever. 

You and me are like drugs and candy (drugs and candy). And I don't wanna give it up.

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"Lance! Come on! Stop messing around!" Shiro sounded annoyed with me. Well, when is he not annoyed with me. I'm the one who messes up. The one who has no self control. The one who jokes around and doesn't take anything seriously.

"Sorry, Shiro. I promise to do better," I responded with a monotone voice. My lips were set in a thin line, and anger was bubbling up inside me. I knew not to let it get to me. Not to blame the anger on my fellow crew. 

Be more like Keith. 

You wouldn't have gotten into this class. If it wasn't for the best pilot in your class to flunk out!

Stop fooling around Lance.

The voices of the past came in and out of my head, but I had ignored them. No. There's no way I was going to fall into anger.

"Okay. Level five, commence!" Shiro commanded the training deck. I was in a crouching position behind Shiro, Pidge, and the hot-headed Keith. Hunk was on the other side of me. Like a star. Like the form of Voltron.

The gladiator fell from the hole, its bow ready for attack. And attack it did. As the other three were fighting it off in offense, Hunk was shooting it from behind. The legs of course. I shot it precisely in the head, timing it perfectly. The gladiator fell through the hole in the ground.

Everyone turned to me. I wasn't used to this. Not by much. I thought they were going to be in awe. But is was only hit with rage. Rage because I couldn't do things right.

"Lance! I told you to stop fooling around! You have to help the others. Aren't you supposed to be defending them?" Shiro scowled. At this point, I knew today was not going to be a good day, as I dropped off my Bayard in front of me. I took off my helmet, throwing it to the side.

Yeah, but I did shoot the gladiator, Shiro," I replied, just tired with the whole situation. Shiro stalked forward, towards me. I could see Coran running around, trying to come down with Allura from the deck.

"Yes, but this is a team bonding experience. You have to work with a team, if you like it or not," he seethed. Shiro was not the one who was supposed to be angry. It was supposed to be me. Yet, hurt must have flashed across my eyes, because he took a step backwards.

"Shiro. Lance is right. He did finish off the gladiator! Let him be. He did was he supposed to do," a voice. Surprisingly, it was Pidge. Shiro turned to see Keith and Hunk nodding in agreement. 

"Yes, but that didn't mean he had every right to that on his own," Shiro replied, frowning. This was the leader I was following? Is this the man I thought was my hero? No. This was not him. Yet, red flashed through out my vision.

"You know what? I'm done. Fuck you Shiro. All I ever do is try and do things to make you happy, but ' oh it's only Lance. He's being a fuck up again' must be going through that mind of yours. I swear, if it wasn't for Hunk or Coran, I would have left the team a long time ago. do you honestly think you're the only one with pinche problemas? For years, I looked up to you as my hero, Shiro. I wanted to be just like you. But, the person I thought is obviously not the person I see. 

"I mean, you can barely keep it on on a good day. You don't even recognize anybody's problems. You barely even talk to me or Hunk or Coran. You choose favorites. But, you don't see the problems. Look at Pidge, the daughter of your commander and sites of your best friend from the Kerberos crew. She has problems with sleeping. And who's the one who has to keep an eye on her because they're afraid that they might die from lack of sleep and food? Me Shiro," I rant. Shiro looks at me surprised, and so do the others. Coran and Allura had just entered the training deck, but I didn't loose eye contact with Shiro.

"Lance, I-," Shiro started to say, but I cut him off. If he thought I was finished with my rant, than he had another thing coming for him.

"There's Keith, who would have been dead if it weren't for me who has to keep reminding him to eat and sleep too. To keep hydrated. To be relaxed. To stop getting pissed at the world because, man, this guy has serious issues.

"Don't you even recognize Hunk and Coran? Those two work around the castle, keeping it together. Hell, they've done more in the whole castle than you. Coran, he jumped in even though he barely had time to mourn for the loss of Altea and his people. That goes with Allura. She lost her fucking father, and she has trust issues because look who decided to fucking throw that trust back in her face! Hunk over there barely has talked to you, even though he does the same amount of work as Pidge, if not, even more. He gets anxiety, Shiro. Fucking anxiety.

"Then there's me. I know I'm annoying, but damn, some recognition from time to time would be nice. You judge too quickly after all. I'm homesick, for crying out loud. I can barely look at myself in the mirror, because, fuck. What would my family think if I show up different? I feel like I'm always outed, and I don't get appreciated for things that I do. I don't get to put my input in things because Lance flirts with people, that must mean he is really childish and won't take things seriously. I know when its time to be serious Shiro.

"Then there is you. You, have PTSD. Yeah, we all know you have your rough days, but that doesn't mean you get to choose favorites and shit. You're supposed to be a leader of the group. You're not supposed to yell at your team. You're supposed to encourage them, and try to help their mistakes. If, you're going to be a leader and the fucking Black Paladin, then fucking act like it, cause at the moment you're bring a complete and total bitch," I finished my rant. I take a few pants, and I grab my Bayard and helmet, leaving the team stunned.

At the moment, I felt nothing but rage. Maybe, this would change their perspective, but at the moment, my only thought was to go to the observation deck.

 

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"Mullet-brain, hurry up!" Lance shouted from the parking lot. Pidge rolled her eyes at her Cuban boyfriend, and Hunk only chuckled. Keith groaned, as Shiro smiled. 

"Fuck off, Lance. Eat a thorn," Keith replied, stomping towards his friend. Lance only snorted, and Pidge sighed, disappointed. Keith could barely come up with good insults.

"Yeah, I will when I finally understand your fucking Texan talk," Lance added jokingly. Keith rolled his eyes. 

"Alright, then. Lets just go shopping for the costumes. We don't need arguments, right now," Shiro told them. He went to hold Keith's hand, and the Ravenet accepted. Lance shrugged, and Pidge, grabbed onto the taller man's hand, and dragged him through the automatic doors. Pidge's hair was getting long again, to the point where she had to put it up in a ponytail, and let it be a ponytail.

"Why do I even associate with all of you?" Pidge grumbled, as they entered the shop. Hunk only gave her a smile.

"Because we're the only ones who will get your quirky thoughts. Plus, Lance loves you and he introduced you to us when we were kids," Hunk replied, matter-of-fact. Pidge blushed. Keith gave her a sly smile, as Shiro stared lovingly at Keith. 

"Of course I introduced my future girlfriend to you guys! Gotta keep up, my dudes," Lance exclaimed, smiling proudly. Shiro snorted. Pidge only scrunched out her nose, as she stuck her tongue at Shiro.

Shiro and Keith grew up together, because of their parents being friends. Shiro finally had the balls to ask Keith out only a year prior, while Lance asked Pidge out in Freshman year. Bitches better be getting better, cause even the author of this one shot declined her current girlfriend twice, before she asked her out. Funny, I know.

Anyway, after breaking the fourth wall, Keith begrudgingly walked through aisles and aisles of costumes, masks, face paint, decorations and colors. He was way out of his comfort zone, as the Garrison trio (not the originals. Those were Matt, Shiro and Keith), ran around and became a pain in their ass. Shiro pointed out a few costumes, joining in the enthusiastic mood.

"Hun, I know you hate shopping, but can you pleeeeease be on the lookout for a costume, that you deem as good enough to wear?" Shiro looked at Keith. Keith only sighed, frowning that he was dampening the mood. 

"I know, Takashi, but like, all of these people shopping for something you'll only wear once, is just time consuming and wasting your money. Like, why even try?" Keith muttered, as he stared at the mask of the guy from Scream. He rolled his eyes, and looked forward at the other three.

Hunk was grabbing a chef's hat, as Pidge grabbed a headband with the Devil's horns on them. Lance was looking at the glow-in-the-dark face paint, and comparing colors. Shiro chuckled.

"Hey, people may not use those costumes only for Halloween...," Shiro smirked, looking at a particular costume. Keith only gave him a confused glance, until he looked at what Shiro was looking at. His eyes widen. his face reddening quickly.

"Shiro!" He squeaked, slapping a hand on Shiro's bicep. The man was looking onto a sexy cop's costume, and the handcuffs beside them. Shiro looked at Keith, an innocent smile displayed on his face. Keith knew that Shiro was anything but innocent.

"Guys! Hurry up! Or we'll lose you through the crowd!" Lance yelled at the gays, and they looked up. Keith still had a red face, and Shiro still had that innocent smile. Lance assumed the worst, and laughed out a 'whipped!' Keith's face went even redder, but now frustrated and murder glazed in his eyes. Lance expression went from teasing to scared in 0.01 seconds, and he shrieked as Keith ran after the young man.

Shiro secretly bought the handcuffs, as everyone was chasing after the two idiots. Keith was satisfied when they were used.

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Third   POV

Twenty years ago...

"Oh, sir! Please, help me! My child, he's in the building!" A woman cried, latching onto the firefighter's arm, and shaking it violently. The firefighter looked at the woman.

"Alright ma'am, but to do so, I need you to keep calm. It won't help us if we know you're freaking out, alright?" The man said. The woman only nodded, tears silently pouring down her tan cheeks. She let go of his arm, and he put on his helmet, walking quickly into the burning building.

"Sir! Please, my boy's name is Lance!" The woman cried, before the man was able to walk in the fire. He nodded, so she could see that he had heard what she said.

The fire was hot and burning, but the smoke was thick. The man, ran up. He called out the boy's - Lance's - name a few times until he heard a whimper. He looked at the general direction where the sound came from, and he quickly walked over. He was trying not to to step on the weak spots so when he does come back, it would be easier.

He found a boy, huddled in the corner of a room. He was shivering with fright, coughing into his arm. But the surprise that the man had felt was when he saw another boy. This other boy was unconscious, his young pale face covered in soot. The man walked over.

"What's your name?" The man said, gently. He kneeled down, so he was crouching down, eye-to-eye with the coughing boy.

"M-my name is L-Lance. This is my best f-friend, K-Keith," the boy, Lance, had coughed out. The young man only nodded and gave a weak smile.

"Okay, let me check if he's alright," he replied, nodding. Lance only squirmed a bit, and moved his arms away, but still at a safe distance. The firefighter presses his pointer and middle finger against Keith's neck, checking for a pulse.

He found one, but it was weak.

"Alrighty, kiddo. Look, we don't have much time but I want you to put on my helmet, alright? So you can be safe, and so we can bring down your friend with us. You're mom is very worried about you two, and she would be happy if she got to see you guys with her," the man said, softly. Lance only nodded, understanding. The firefighter took his helmet off. He knew it was against protocol, but these were little kids.

"Is Keith going to be alright?" Lance asked, his mouth trembling. The man hesitated. He should tell him.

"Yeah. He will be. But first, I want you to come with me. I'll carry your friend if you want so we can get to your mom faster. Is that alright?" The man said. Lance only nodded, and he stood up shakily. Keith was handed over to the adult.

"Okay. We're going to run. Is that alright?" The man asked, as he stood up. Lance gave a thumbs up in response. The man held on to his hand, and they both started running. Wood was falling down, as they went down the stairs. The smoke was now really thick, and the man could barely see, but he had other senses too.

The sirens were still screeching and the crowd was talking. He quickly walked over, Lance in tow. Carrying Keith was like carrying a feather, and the Man was scared over the boy's health. 
He finally found the entrance of where he came from, and the three of them bursted out of the fire. Before a beam fell on them, of course.

The man cursed silently, but he was holding on to the two kids tightly. Luckily, he pushed them forward, saving them instead. The beam fell onto his legs, and it burned like hell. He screamed in pain, and his partners were quick to put dirt and water on the fallen beam. They were able to drag him out, and put him on a stretcher.

Keith was on another stretcher himself. He was already in an ambulance when Lance's mother came over quickly to the young man.

"Sir! Wait! Can I get your name? Please. I want to know who saved my baby boy and his friend," the woman pleaded. The young man looked at the lady, a small smile on his pale face.

"The name's Alfor," he replied weakly, as he was put in the ambulance. Black spots sent over his eyes, and he fell unconscious.

~...~

"Can we go see Keith, momma?" Asked Lance for the tenth time that morning. Lance's mother, Maritza McLain, only looked down at the young boy at her feet.

"I already told you, sweetie. We'll see him soon. Right now, he's not able to have any visitors, since he needs rest and very important people are talking to him about big people stuff," she responded, slowly. Lance only pouted, his shoulders sagging.

Maritza could tell he was upset, but she didn't want make him cry. Especially when she knew what was going to happen to Keith. Especially when she knew what happened to the Korean-Texan's parents.

"Hey, why don't we go to the store and buy Keith some things? I'm sure he would appreciate it," Maritza told Lance, nudging the six-year-old on the shoulder. He was walking alongside the woman, going to their home.

Lance was at a sleepover at Keith's house when the fire started. They didn't hear the alarm, as it was burned through with the heat of the fire. When Lance woke up, Keith was shaking him, shouting his name. Then a piece of wood fell on Keith, enough to knock him out, but not enough to kill him.

Alfor. The firefighter who saved both Keith's and Lance's lives, was in the hospital in critical condition. The smoke filled his lungs, and the beam fell on his legs. At the moment, he's in a coma and on life support.

Maritza knew something was wrong when she saw the firefighters heading over to a burning building where Keith's home used to be. She quickly drove over and screamed for her baby.

Lance squealed in delight, shaking her out of her thoughts. "Momma! You're a genius! Keith looooves swords! And pirates! We could buy him a pirate sword and in his favorite color! He also looooves cats! We can buy him a cat!" Lance rambled, spitting his ideas out. Maritza only blinked.

"Woah there, mijo. Why don't we buy him a cat plushie in his favorite color? And we can buy him a bit of food and candy," Maritza told her son. Lance nodded, agreeing immediately.

They both went to the nearest Walmart™, and they bought the food. At this point, they were in the toy section and they were having trouble finding something for Keith.

"What about this? He likes Transformers, no?" Maritza showed her son a Bumblebee figurine. Lance only shook his head, pouting.

"No! Pidge looooves Transformer's! Plus, that's Hunk's favorite transformer," Lance replied, putting the toy back on the shelf. Maritza nodded patiently, looking around for other toys.

That's when Lance saw the perfect thing for Keith. He ran over to the bin, screeching. Maritza jumped, as she looked at her child in bewilderment. She looked at what Lance was pointing at, and she walked over, smiling.

"Yeah, I think you found Keith's gift. Good job, Lance," she laughed. She got the giant ass, red teddy bear from the ten dollar bin, and she walked over to the check out, holding onto Lance's small hand. She bought the stuffed animal, and they both walked hand-in-hand to the hospital.

They went over to the reception, and was told the patient they wanted to visit was on the third floor. They went up the elevator, and got a few glances as they held the three bags of goods for Keith. They didn't say a word.

Both mother and child walked over the reception desk, where they were told the room number. It took them a few tries finding the hall, but they finally found the room where Keith was in.

They opened the door, and there was Keith, strapped onto the IV and the heart monitor machine. Keith looked up, and saw Lance running in. His pale face went up bright, in excitement and happiness.

"Lance!" Keith squealed as the Cuban boy tackled him into a hug. The heart monitor had started beeping quickly. A nurse popped her head in, and she saw the visitors and the excitement on the patients face. The nurse told the others that the kid had a visitor and they all left, leaving the three alone.

"Keith! Momma told me we couldn't visit you yesterday cause you were resting, so today we decided to come anyway, and we bought you this!" Lance squeaked,moving away from Keith and going over to his mother, where she had the three bags.

Two of which were filled with food and drinks.

"Woah! Is that a red teddy bear?!" Keith cooed, as Lance handed it over to the Asian-American boy. Lance only nodded.

"We also brought food," Lance replied, giving a toothy smile. Keith smiled back and choked out a 'thanks', as he hugged the bear.

They gave the food to Keith, which the little six year old insisted they all eat together. They did. It was peaceful all through out the day. Nothing to bother them.

Yet, when they went to visit Keith the next day, he left without a trace.

~...~

He held onto the bear he was given just the day before. The police and a strange woman in a fancy dress had told him he was going to move in with a few people.

Keith was dressed in a polo shirt, khaki shorts, and some running shoes. His hair was sticking onto his neck, as it was slick with sweat. He was nervous, and it was a warm day too, to top it off.

"Okay, Keith. This is going to be where you're going to live for the time being. I'll be back in a week or two, just to see how you're fitting in. I'll see you soon so take care," said the woman as she knocked on the door of the following house. The door opened and there was a boy there. He had black hair and that anime hairstyle that Keith watched with Lance.

"Hi! You must Takashi Shirogane! Are your parents home?" The woman asked, looking at the older child on curiosity. This supposed 'Takashi Shirogane ', only nodded, and turned back.

"Ma! There's someone here for you!" He said throughout the house. An Asian looking lady popped her head out of the kitchen door. She looked up and smiled. She walked out, pride in her stride and a bit of excitement in the bounce of her steps.

"Hello! You must be Takashi's mom. I've brought Keith with me today so he can get used to you. I'll be back in a week or two just to see his process if that's alright," the woman greeted, getting right to business. Takashi only looked confused, but he left the doorway, making his way to the living room.

"Yes, that's alright. I'll just get him up to his room so he can get used to, ah, staying here," she replied to the woman, with a smile. She looked down to the boy, who had been silent and confused, as he listened to the conversation.

"Hello there, you must be Keith. My name is Angie Hamada. How old are you?" She asked, crouching down to the little boy's level. Keith eyed her with his grey-ish violet mix into her hazel-green ones.

"Uh, six," he responded, timidly. He rocked back and forth, his toes to his heels. He was nervous and he didn't know what was happening. Where was his mother? Where was his father?

Where was Lance?

"Awesome. My son, he's twelve at the moment. He would really love it if you were with us," Angie responded, a smile on her face. Keith nodded slowly, still confused.

"Okay Keith. I'll see you soon. Be good, alright," the woman said, nudging him forward as Angie stood up. Keith nodded, walking forward, into the house. He stood by the doorway as the two woman spoke.

Takashi emerged from the living room, bored with his book. He wanted to see what the little boy's deal was. He only knew that he was going to stay with his family.

"Hey there. What's your name?" Takashi asked the little boy. Keith looked up at the older kid, a bit scared.

"Uh, Keith," he squeaked. Takashi smiled. The kid was kinda cute. But not in a romantic way. He was dating this girl named Sophie Heller. And he liked her very much thank you.

"Well Keith. My name is Takashi Shirogane. Although, everyone calls me Shiro. I think we'll be the best of buddies! Wanna watch TV with me? I think The Fairy Odd Parents are on," Shiro spoke, trying to coax the little boy into trusting him. Keith nodded, liking the idea instantly.

"Keith doesn't know his parents are...," the woman, Nancy, told Angie. Angie nodded, a bit depressed od the thought. She would have to tell him soon, so he could get used to the fact that his parents were dead and their bone remnants were found in the ashes.

"Alright. I'll tell him if he talks about his parents. I'll be expecting you in a week because two weeks from now, I've got an important meeting with a few others and I don't want to miss it out," Angie told Nancy. Nancy nodded.

"Alright. I'll be back in a week to check on Keith's progress with the family. I hope you have a good day, missus Hamada," Nancy smiled brightly. Angie smiled back.

"Thank you, you too. Goodbye!" Angie waved as Nancy turned and walked to her car. Nancy said a goodbye back with a wave, as she got in to her car. Angie watched her drive away, before she went inside the house.

She thought that Keith would be nearby,but she didn't spot him. She gave out a worried squeak, and she popped her head in the living room. What she saw next melted her heart, and she knew that having Keith was a blessing in disguise.

Keith and Shiro fell asleep as they were watching Spongebob.

~...~

Keith was now nine years old. He knew what happened to his parents, and he accepted it. He knew having them gone, was hard, but he learn to live with it. He had a person who loved him as if he was her own. And he's got a brother, to keep him out of trouble.

At the moment, Keith was being a little shit to the fifteen year old boy, who he was talking to on the phone.

"Do you really want to let your nine year old brother going on a shitty bus, all by himself, with older people who could kidnap the child you are responsible to take care of, while mum is having a mani-pedi we forced her to go to? Cause, I don't think mum would appreciate that," Keith smirked. He knew he had reason, but he also loved making Shiro's life hell. Last month, he ruined a date, since Shiro was taking care of him while Angie was at a meeting.

"Fuck," responded Shiro, obviously pissed, but he knew Keith had reason.

"Language. I'll be waiting. And you better be here with iced coffee or I'll tell mum that you swore in front of me," Keith snickered, ending the call. Might have been dramatic, but damn, he needed some coffee after that ball hockey practice. Possible so does Shiro.

Keith sat down on the bench. He grabbed his phone, and started to text a few people from his class. Hell, he was pretty bored so he eventually went onto some game apps when he stopped getting texts.

He was into Temple Run and Zombies Vs Plants. He was caught off guard when he got a text from Shiro, telling him that he was going to be there soon. Keith rolled his eyes and continued playing his games.

He got the feeling he was being watched. He let it slide for a few minutes, but he couldn't help the temptation. He looked up from his phone, and his stomach twisted.

Just on the other side of the street, was Lance. Lance looked at Keith. Keith looked back. Surprise, anxiety, anger and sadness were shared between the two boys. Plus the hint of excitement.

"Lan-," then a vehicle was in front of them, blocking their view From each other. It was Shiro. Yay.

"Get in you little turd bucket. Here's your iced coffee. We have to go home, now. Or I'll tell mom that you had your first kiss. And I've got proof," Shiro blackmailed the kid. Keith opened his mouth and closed it back like a fish.

"I hate you, Shiro!" Keith squeaked. Shiro rolled his eyes at the small flair of dramatics. Keith entered the car, and Shiro drove away, both boys listening to Green Day.

"Mom! I saw Keith!" Lance squealed, shaking his mom's hand. Maritza looked at her son, a small smile on her face.

"So did I, mijo. Now, let's get you into that arena so you can practice your soccer moves," she told the boy. She did see Keith. His eyes were wide, curious. You could see anger behind those eyes. His jet black hair was growing into a mullet, that would look good on him in a few years.

In all seriousness, he looked like a cute boy. Plus, the ladies would be trailing off after him, if they weren't already.

Both mother and son went into the arena, thinking, where was Keith now?

~...~

"I can't believe this! Amanda has a crush on me, but she outright rejects my so gracious offer! I don't get woman, Hunk!" Lance complains into the phone. He was buying some food for his parents, since they forced him out of the house to get groceries.

"Well, you did stand up on a table to ask her out, at school, in front of everyone. And everyone knows how shy she is. She could have said no because she was scared," Hunk replied, thinking of the positive for his best friend.

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway, I gotta go. Can you meet me at the park at six? I wanna go skateboarding," Lance sighed. At the moment, he was checking some vegetables and putting them into the plastic see through bags. His mind was wandering too and he needed a distraction.

"Sure thing buddy. I'll see you soon," Hunk told him, and they ended the call. Lance put his phone at the back of his pocket, huffing. He quickly went into the junk food aisle, grabbing some chips and candy. Lance put the stuff into the basket he was holding, and as he went to move, he bumped into someone.

"Oof! Hey, watch where you're going," Lance exclaimed, rubbing his chest. He saw jet black hair and a pale face.

"Sorry," was the reply, as the guy walked around Lance. Lance looked at the guy who bumped into him, and he saw violet-grey eyes looking straight ahead. He recognized the male easily at that point.

"Shiro, for fuck's sake, you should have came with me to buy whatever shit you need. I'm not your damn servant," Keith growled into the phone he was holding as he grabbed some chips. He left the aisle spitting out curses to this 'Shiro' person.

Lance stood there, surprised at the encounter. Who knew he would bump into Keith, the boy who was his best friend at birth until six, and saw coincidentally at nine.

His heart was beating faster and faster at the thought of seeing Keith. Lance left quickly after that, buying the things he needed. He didn't see the stare of surprise coming from Keith's face when he saw Lance at the cashier and in the parking lot.

Those two boys didn't know what was coming at the age of seventeen.

~...~

"Congratulations Lance! You're a firefighter now!" Lance's little sister, Emilia, shouted as she jumped into Lance's arms. Lance twirled her around, a scream of joy coming out of the both of them. Maritza looked at her boy, as she was now forty-three. Her grey hairs were coming out now, and she saw the twenty-two year old smiling.

Twenty-two years ago, she had this boy, at the age of twenty-one. She was enlightened when she heard he got the job as firefighter. He was going to be a hero in people's eyes. Just like Alfor the firefighter was when he saved both Lance and Keith at six years old.

Alfor's family couldn't pay for his life support anymore, so fifteen years after he went into the coma, he never woke up again. Last year, Lance and Keith met, just to say how grateful they were towards Alfor for saving their lives and sacrificing himself for them.

It was an awkward reunion, as Maritza cried into Keith's shoulder, happy that he was doing good. Lance only smiled as Keith patted her back, barely knowing what to do.

"Woo boy! I'll be saving cats and people from burning buildings in no time, little sis! Now, cmon. Were going out to Pizza Hut and celebrate this happy day!" Lance exclaimed, happy with his progress on life.

They did go to Pizza Hut, and damn, it was an awesome time. Yet, at the other side of town, Keith was there, tracking down a killer.

"Damn it! Pidge, what did you get from the print?" Keith asked Pidge. Pidge, who was actually 'Katie', but since kids, they called her Pidge for her love of Pigeons. Pidge was also a friend of Lance and Hunk, but she was close towards Shiro and Keith since her older brother Matt, is very close friends with Shiro.

"Okay, this shit of a guy is a dude named 'Jason Dale'. At the moment, he has killed ten people, both men and woman at the age of forty to fifty. Something about how we need more kids than adults. Like the Canadian 'Baby Boom' age from the 1960s to early 80s. Last week, he killed a woman a town over, brutally stabbed in the heart five times at a point in a star shape. Then, another brutal stab wound in the neck, the knife most likely twisting the vocal chords in the woman's neck," Pidge replied, typing furiously on the laptop that was on her desk.

Keith growled, using the flashlight on his side, to look throughout the house. Pidge is a member of the FBI, and she works in murder investigations. Luckily, knowing that Keith was a cop, at his young age, she asked him to investigate with her.

"This guy is a white male, with blue eyes, and red hair. Looks like the comic character from the Archie comics, that you were obsessed with at one point in your life. Anyway, he's the same height as you! Look at that, we're not the only small people in this world!" Pidge cackled, looking at his medical information. She can hack into shit, and leave without a trace. Those were one of the reasons why the FBI hired her as investigator in the murder department.

"Fuck off, Pidge. Stop bullying me, and help me on this case, or Allura will have my head. And you out of everyone know how she can get when she is pissed," Keith hissed, crouching down. He heard noise just ahead. A man from the description Pidge had just listed off, was coming out of the house next door. His hands were covered with gloves, and a knife was in the movement of getting concealed in his boots.

"Pidge, I found him. Get Shiro to get an ambulance at my current location. The house in grey. I'll be chasing this dick, and trying to capture the fucko before he gets away," Keith quickly spoke, turning on the GPS. Pidge squeaked in agreement, and Keith left the house quickly. The man was getting into the blue truck, that was parked in the driveway.

Keith got into the car that was disguised as a normal one. It was a police car in reality, and he waited for the truck to move a bit, before he turned on the sirens.

When he followed the truck, he put on the sirens. The man in the truck, quickly made the truck move forward, much more faster. Keith knew that this was the guy. He quickly got on the intercom.

"Allura, this is Keith. I got the guy who's been killing people the past few weeks. Get a few of the gang to cover the next few blocks from my location, quickly. Were going to block this guy's passage," Keith spoke. The intercom crackled to life.

"Copy that. And Keith, please be careful," Allura spoke. She immediately went to work sending out the message to others to get to a certain location to block off the dick's movement. 

Block after block, the guy some how maneuvered away from the police, yet at this point, the male had about five police cars chasing him. Keith was still on his tail. That's when the dude jumped from the truck, which was still moving.

"Fuck!" Keith screamed, stopping his car. The police that were with him stopped theirs too, and they started chasing after the guy. Keith only watched in horror as the truck rammed into the window of a McDonalds. People screamed in pain and horror after the window went smashing down.

"Allura, we need an ambulance ASAP at my car's location," Keith spoke, his voice hollow. He turned to where the other cops were running, and he started to follow them too.

Lance's phone started to ring at this point, and he answered the call. "Hello?" He said. He heard huffs of breathing coming from the other side of the call.

"Lance?" Keith asked into the phone. Lance's breath hitched a bit. Why would Keith call him? How the fuck did he know his number? Lance stopped walking, shooing his mother and sister forward, quietly telling them to go home.

"Keith? What the fuck do you want?" Lance asked into the phone, confused. His family nodded, walking quickly. They were going to go home and wait for him.

"Look, sorry I haven't talked to you in like, our whole lives since we were six. But, I need help. Like, lots of help," Keith puffed out. Lance scrunched up his nose.

"Yeah, I'm listening," he replied. He went walking to the fire station. He might as well get in.

"You're a firefighter, right? Get one of those trucks and shoot water at the burning McDonalds nearby. The fucking guy I'm trying to capture just smashed his truck into the damn thing," he responded. Lance started to run when he heard. Hell yeah, he would help.

"Gotta go tell my boss. See ya soon, Samurai," Lance ended the call. He quickly went inside the station, and into Coran's office.

"Coran! There's a fire," Lance spoke. Coran looked up from the radio.

"I was just about to call you to go. Now shoo, and save those civilians, boy!" Coran told him. Lance left without a word, rushing to get his gear on. He grabbed his helmet, and rushed to the truck. Rolo and Nyma were waiting for him.

"Finally! Let's go!" Nyma shouted, getting into the driver seat. Lance went on the pedestal at the back, as Rolo went into the passenger seat.

Nyma was ... A quick driver to say the least. Rolo, was good at shooting the water out, and yelling. A lot of yelling. Both Nyma and Rolo were married to each other, and they became firefighters after two tours in Afghanistan. Nyma came from Illinois while Rolo came from Canada. Both met on their first tour together.

They arrived at the scene, fire going in an uproar. Lance quickly got off and grabbed the wrench, so he could go to the nearest fire hydrant. He grabbed the hose, on the way. He uncovered the lid with the said wrench, and the end of the hose onto the hydrant. Water spurred to Life, and into the hose that Rolo was now holding.

"Lance! Go into the Building, and check if there's any survivors in there! Be careful," Nyma told Lance, as she walked over to hold the hose, which was on the hydrant.

Lance nodded, leaving the scene outside quickly. He quickly got a few masks, and left, going inside the burning building. The steady but thick stream of smoke over powered a lot of oxygen. Anyone in the fire for more than twenty minutes were most likely dead. Lance shuddered at the thought, even if it was hot.

"Hello? Anybody there??" Lance shouted into the building. Nothing. Just the flames cracking, and the building crumbling. He cursed silently. He heard his phone ring to life, but he ignored the sounds emmiting from the device.

"Help ... Please," was the almost silent voice that spoke throughout the fire. Lance turned toward the voice. It was a little girl, and what looked to be her older sister. He quickly went over, stepping on the stronger spots.

"Hey guys. I'm here to help you out. Luckily, this part hasn't toppled over. Put these masks on, and I'll get you out," Lance said, handing over the masks. The kids nodded, putting on the mask quickly. Lance beckoned for the younger kid, and the little girl was now getting carried into his arms.

He heard the ambulance nearby, the sirens blaring out. He held onto the older girl's hand, and he maneuvered their way, away from the corner into the exit. He saw glass, and he set down the girl.

"When I break the window, I want you to go first. I'll hand her over to you once you're there. Then, I want you two to run as fast as you can to the ambulance. Let them check you over. Be careful and don't look back," Lance explained to the kids. They nodded in agreement. Lance found a block of wood, and he smashed it against the window. The glass cracked, and soon there was a hole big enough for the girls.

The older one went through first, and Lance handed the younger one out. Lance saw them run, and he continued his search in the fire. He heard shouts of happiness, and a shout calling for his name. It was faint, and Lance didn't know who it was from.

He kept on searching.

And he found no one else.

The heat and smoke was getting to him, and he found the entrance in where he came. It was caving in on itself, but Lance made it out before it did cave in. Lance cursed silently, as it grazed against his legs.

Wincing, he limped back over to where the ambulance was. The lights were flashing, and he could barely see through the smoke that was coming out.

"Lance!" He heard shouts of excitement and worry. Lance only weakly smiled, as he fell into someone's arms. Keith's to be exact.

"Hey man. Did you get the guy?" Lance asked, looking at Keith with a daze. Keith nodded, not wanting to talk. Lance only smiled.

"We are a good team," Lance said before he passed out.

~...~

For a year,both men worked together. Hunk sometimes joined in, and Shiro did too. Pidge always contacted them when they were in need of a good case.

Yet, every good thing must come to an end.

How this ended, was with a dead family member, in the form of Lance's dad. It was Keith's job to find him. It was Keith's job to protect him.

He failed Lance.

Words were thrown. Some nasty words.

"You're the worst police officer ever!"

"Yeah? Well guess what dumbass? You've been working with me for a year now, and you haven't complained a bit!"

"Well I should have told you sooner!"

"Fuck you, you weak ass cunt!"

"Fuck you too! I should have left you to die with your parents when we were six!"

Silence. Keith processed the words that came out of Lance's mouth.

"Keith, look I-," Keith cut him off.

"Yeah, you're right. You should have left me to die. You should have left me to die with my parents, who are dead because of someone who burned the building. You should have never let me live. I was bullied for being the orphan. People used me, over and over again, and I hated it, so that's why I became a cop. I studied hard to be one so I could show them what I'm made of. I should have never invited you over that weekend so I could be dead. Thanks to you, I suffered most of my life. Fuck you, Lance McClain," Keith spat out. His expression was pained and cold. His voice was furious.

Lance always regretted the words that came out of his mouth so that Keith would say those things to him. To leave him to mourn and pack it away in two years time.

To leave and bring back the pain of what he regretted after those two years.

And it all started because of a fire when they were six.

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Lance groans, as he starts shooting at the Galran empire. He'd rather be at a beach, or sun-tanning his already tan body. Heck, he'd rather do anything but fight. He was forced to mature at the age of seventeen, as a soldier of a war.

"Come on, Lance!" The Korean yelled at the Cuban. Lance scrunched up his nose, and blasted more of the Galras. Keith did the same thing with his fire power, and both defeated there side of the Galra bots.

They both didn't say anything, as they went over to where Pidge and Hunk were, vines everywhere and a crushed Ion cannon in their way.  Lance wordlessly started to hunt the Galra and the others did the same.

Lance was tired. He was tired from the way they treated him, the way they made him feel. They made him cover up. Cover up the way he actually feels. That's why he hates Keith. Lance was only a shadow in Keith's place.

Iverson was correct about how he was never going to live up to his title. He was the leftover. The second choice. Maybe that's the reason why he's piloting Red. A shadow.

Although right now he was in Blue, and she gave him a comforting feeling, after purring a soft thought in his mind. Red was there in the back of his consciousness, purring away orders.

"Let's get in!" Hunk said, grunting right after. Poor Hunk. He couldn't even see what was wrong with his best friend. How blind could he be?

Pidge and Lance entered the ship, unnoticed. The blue and green lions were fighting without pilot. Autopilot.

They were on a mission to find Pidge's brother, Matt. Lance was all for it, knowing how bad the feeling was when your sibling doesn't return. Lance sighed, as they both speed walked through the halls.

"This way! This is where the prisoners are held!" Pidge squealed, grabbing onto Lance's hand. Lance smiled a bit, and both of them ran towards the prisoners.

"Matt! Matt!" Pidge exclaimed, upon entering. Aliens looked up at the two humans, with confusion. Then a head popped up. Looked like an older Pidge.

"Matt!" Pidge cried out, running to her brother. Matt, looked at her, and smiled.

"Katie... Is that really you?" Matt asked, embracing her. Pidge nodded, squeezing her brother.

"I really love your little dreams, paladin. Hilarious is it, that you won't ever be able to see that!" Haggar cackled, as she stabbed through Pidge, Matt and the aliens. Lance winced, not getting used to the sight of pure murder.

He was captured by the Galra. Well, not really. He gave himself up for Shiro, which for some reason, the Galra had. Lance didn't regret his decision a bit. Although, he became a little bit numb each day. He barely felt anything, but that didn't scare him. He couldn't feel the fear he was supposed to feel.

"Now, I am making you the perfect soldier, Blue. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be where you are today! You're much better than the Champion himself, and you've been here for a few weeks at most," Haggar cackled. Lance nodded. He was about to go in the arena again.

And he was barely keeping it together.

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Jokes on you, if you can’t seem to actually know what’s real or not real. It’s more like a game, you see. Like how Sims is just a game of life controlled by yourself on the computer screen, and you can’t help but wonder. It could also be the fact that you are just staying up at night reading stories of Alternate Universes, or just watching documentaries of the world you only know.

It’s wonderful how much we barely know about, yet know a lot of things already.

Let’s start from the beginning. I was only eleven years old when my parents began to show signs of their hate towards each other. Not a good thing, as they got married when they were in their early twenties, yet, had me a bit later in life. My sister came in first, only being three years older than me, and very happy to have a addition to the family.

I was the second oldest of five. My other siblings were either two, four or five years younger than me. I was close to all of them, and they were all closer to me than with my older sister or my younger siblings. They depended on me a lot, except for the oldest, who I depended on a lot.

Anyway, my parents were anything but loving when I was eleven. They started to ignore each other as time went by, and after a year of this, they separated, knowing it was for the best. The three younger kids stayed with mom, as my sis and I went with our dad. We got to see each other every weekend, either spending it with mom or dad.

Mom was getting more distant to the both of us, and dad would do anything for all five of us. My sister finally moved out at the age of twenty, as she was accepted into Stanford at the age of seventeen, but knew she would have to stay with dad and I. Finally, I guess mom was done with life, and how it seemed to fuck her over again and again.

My siblings were coming back home with purple, black, yellow, green, blue or red splotches all over their smaller bodies. She lost custody of them, and all the respect from both dad, sis, and I. Why am I not referring them to their names, but just their titles?

It’s because I don’t remember their names. Just my backstory.

I blink, looking up at the wall, trying to remind myself of their names. What were their favorite foods? What did they look like? Why can’t I remember their names? I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt something wet splash onto my hands.

I miss mom, even though I knew what she did to my siblings were horrible. I miss dad, and his warm hugs. I miss my older sister, who would rant off facts, making everyone feel proud of her. I miss my little sister’s hands in my hair, as she tried to brush my curly locks in the morning, when I didn’t feel like straightening it. I miss showing my little brother how to play sports, and cheering him on at his soccer games every weekend in the summer. I miss my baby sister’s dance innocent smile, as she tried to beat up her older siblings.

I miss the way we would all go to the park when I was ten, and we would have a bar-b-que.

Tears were coming by the dozens, and snot was as well. I quickly wiped them away, knowing I would have to face the group today in a mind-melding sensation. Do not think of your family, Lance. Think of the ocean.

Waves. Those wet splashes coming from back home in Cuba were amazing. The cold and soothing wetness on your skin, on a blistering warm day. It was the best feeling in the world, and a relaxing way to get things out of your head.

Maybe that’s the reason why I like to pamper myself a lot.

I stood up from the bed, and walked over to the closet, where I had a few of my things. My blue pajamas, my warm jacket, a few Altean clothing I saw when I was exploring the castle. If they were too big on me, they would somehow shrink to accommodate my size, which I was somehow grateful.

Magical clothing in space? Fantastic.

Showing it off in front of the others? Something I would want to try and see.

So, I did put on some Altean clothing. It was somewhat like the ones back home, but a bit different. Like, the pants were skinny jeans, but it felt more tighter in the thighs. The shirt was light blue, and it had cut outs on the shoulder. It was somewhat more feminine looking, but I liked it, so of course I would wear it.

I had very comfortable socks on, and they were very warm and soft. Plushy, even. I sighed, shaking my head. My hair was straightened this morning, so I knew the others wouldn’t get to see the bouncy curls until I was more comfortable showing them. My contacts were already put on, as I had asked Coran about giving me twenty pairs. Can never be too careful.

I sighed, looking at the time. I was five minutes late, and I didn’t care. I left the room, sighing. Might as well get this over with.

We were all scheduled to meet in the training deck, as we did the first time we trained with the mind-meld device. It was a tiring day for all of us, I was sure.

I was standing in front of the door, breathing in and out. I put on a giant fake smile, and a confident boost in my shoulder, and I stepped forward, making the door open. All of them were right in front of me, sitting in a circle, a spot between Shiro and Keith left for me.

They were staring at me, and they took a double take at my attire. I was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late. I was just about to come out, when I had some, uh, things to take care of,” I told them, a bounce on my step. Pidge raised her eyebrow at me.

“Please tell me it wasn’t …,” she trailed off, squinting her eyes. I immediately stopped, and looked at her direction. For a split second, my facade wore off, and my smile went off my face, but I quickly put it back on before anyone could have noticed.

“No! Pidgey, how could you even suggest that?! I was taking care of my skin and I forgot to take off my mask, thank you very much!” I squeaked back, sitting down in the empty space. Keith was looking at me strangely, and I turned to him.

“What is it with you?” I asked the ravenet. Keith just shook his head, and stared at his feet.

“Well, alright everyone. Lets get started,” Shiro said, putting on the mind meld device. Everyone else did so as well, and I grabbed the device and hesitantly put it on. Hunk was giving me a worried look, and I smiled at him reassuringly. We all closed our eyes, as we started to let the barriers in our mind down.

First thing I felt was Green. No, not the Green lion, but more of the colour. As if I could just feel a colour. Like how I feel Blue, or how I see Red and Black, or just feel Yellow. I just felt.

Then a memory popped up.

Laughter was heard and then bam! Light. It was a tinier version of Pidge, who had long hair tied up in a ponytail. She was laughing along with Matt, who had his glasses on, and a few books underneath his armpit.

“Woah there, Pidgey! Careful or you’ll make me drop my Astronomy books!” Matt ruffled her hair. She groaned.

“Stop calling me Pidge! Plus, I only had that small obsession for just one day, Matt. One day!” She exclaimed in anger. Matt only began laughing again, and she pouted, looking at the floor.

They were in a hallway, with pictures all over the walls. From Matt looking younger, and baby Pidge playing with blocks. Even Sam was there along on the pictures, with what looked like the Holt siblings’ mom.

It was their home. It looked like Matt just came back from school.

“I know, but it what makes you, you. What if I bring you over to the cake shop later after you quiz me on stars, Katie? I’ll even buy you the Peanut Butter cookies that are shaped like flowers!” Matt told Pidge, who only brightened up at mention of Peanut Butter.

“Hell yeah, bro! Hurry it up, you slow weenie! We gotta get you ready for the Garrison!” She squealed, as she started running up the stairs.

Surprisingly, next was Red. Bright flashes of Red and anger came through.

“Keith, Keith. I want you to hide, alright? When you see Mr. Hugo, you go with him, because the coast is clear, and he’ll keep you safe. I love you, Keith, no matter what happens,” a man said in a texan accent. A really cute and young version of Keith was holding onto a hippo stuffie. He was looking up to the man, who had brown hair and brown eyes.

“What if I see you?” Keith’s voice sounded innocent and sweet. Like a child.

“Then you’ll be safe with me. Now, go hide in the basement. Go into the little hole in the wall that looks invisible, alright? Do not come out if you don’t hear Mr. Hugo or me. Now go! Hurry!” The man spoke quickly. Keith nodded, and sprinted towards the kitchen. From there, he opened the door to the basement, and shut it quickly. He turned on the lights to see better, and he ran towards the other side of the cold place

At the other side was a switch to turn off the lights. He pressed it, and felt his way against the wall. He felt scared, and a bit frustrated as to where his father went. He finally found the hole, which was tucked under some old dressers and bedposts. He moved some of the brick stones, and quickly went inside, before putting up the stones back in its place. He sat quietly, holding onto his hippo.

His eyes were shut tight. He was counting to ten in Korean and in English.

Hanna.

 

Dul.

 

Set.

 

Net.

 

Dasot.

 

Yasot.

 

Elgob.

 

Yadol.

 

Ahop.

 

Yol.

 

One.

 

Two.

 

Three.

 

Four.

 

Five.

 

Six.

 

Seven

 

Eight.

 

Nine.

 

Ten.

He kept counting, until he saw a few beams of light flash on. His eyes quickly looked through a small peephole that was hidden behind the walls. A man, an unknown man to be exact, walked around the basement with a hideous smile. His jeans were covered in mood and another substance, which appeared to be blood. He also looked like he had a coat full of purple fur, and a wool hat that was the same shade.

The man was holding a gun. A shotgun.

“Oh, little booooy. Come out, now. Your Papa is upstairs waiting for you. He told me to come get you. My name is Sendak. I have a gift for you as well,” the man, Sendak, only responded. Keith gulped, blinking his violet eyes shut a few times. Now was not the time to panic.

“Oh, you little fucking brat! Get your dumb Quiznak out here, before I beat you with a bloody stick!” The man growled, throwing a discarded chair onto the opposite wall from Keith.

Keith being the child he was, bit his lip from making any sounds. He hugged his Hippo even tighter than before.

That's when the Texan man from before jumped from the stairs, his eyebrow covered in blood. He jumped up on Sendak, and cut his arm off, making the man scream in pain and agony. Keith looked away, not wanting to see the gore.

And that’s how the boy passed out.

It was a quick memory, but it was unnerving. I simply wanted to get the hell away, and give the mullet man some love. A hug or a kiss- wait no, shit. Stop, you are in a mind meld.

I could feel all of them trying to prod into my memories, and I simply refused, Instead, I passed it on to the other person beside me.

Shiro.

Darkness, and a faint feel of black licorice is what I felt next. Something cool. Something warm. Something just existing.

“Hey there you weirdo. How’s life?” A Shiro with dark hair came into view. This was now at one of the halls in the Garrison, and Keith was talking to Shiro.

“Finals are next week, dumb-ass. I need twelve cup of coffee per day, and some cool ass Sketchers ™ to get me through the week,” Shiro deadpanned, and Keith only sighed. This was an older Keith, with a bit of acne sporting on his forehead. Shiro had his hands behind his back, and was looking at the Ravenet with a fond look.

“I mean today, doofus,” Keith replied with a groan. Shiro only laughed sympathetically.

“I have to talk to my mom. She is wondering if I got the results back for the Kerberos’ mission yet, which no, I still haven’t, so I gotta keep her stress levels on a all time low,” he replied, looking around.

“Damn. Tell her I said hi, and to send some of that good ass Sukiyaki next time she visits,” Keith told him, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. Shiro looked handsome as hell, as he leaned on the wall.

“I will. Now, shouldn’t you be in class, and not trying to sneak out to go into town for more notebooks?” Shiro replied, folding his arms. Keith pouted as he looked around.

“I mean, I could ask for more here, but they’ll get suspicious, so I might as well grab thirty at the Walmart near here. Now, distract the guards, I gotta go and get supplies!” Keith told him, saluting with two fingers, as he started to run away from Shiro.

Shiro only sighed, as he heard footsteps coming upon his way. He shook his head, and he smiled.

I then felt Yellow. A mild sunny feeling, that made him feel warmth grow in his chest. It was Hunk’s turn.

“Lance no!” Hunk whined, as he looked at a younger version of me. Hunk was wearing a coat, and so was I. We were in a cabin full of people talking.

“Lance, yes! Come on, my dude. This is the only time I get to come over to your cabin and see the snow! Remember, I don’t live in Canada, and I don’t have relatives living here in Ontario! We can go skating for free!” I responded, my voice a bit whiny. Hunk looked a bit troubled, as he looked back at the people who weren’t paying attention to the two boys.

“Okay. Just for tonight, only! I will smite you if you fall in the middle of the water,” Hunk grumbled, but smiling nonetheless. I only cheered, and I opened the door, and walked out of the warmth of the cabin.

Hunk closed the door, and we both grabbed our skates that were by the door outside. We were skating earlier in the day, and we left them there.

“Look! A clear sky, and only the moon to shine down on us. How romantic!” Hunk swooned, and I snorted.

“Romantic? Yes. Remember buddy, I love you, full homo, but platonically,” I responded, a chuckle coming out. Hunk snorted.

“I love you too bro, full platonic homo. Now, let's go, or I’ll drag you back in the cabin and never come out until we have to go back to Cali,” he responded. I giggled, and we both ran towards the frozen pond. We quickly put on our skates, tying up the laces, and somewhat wobbling our way onto the ice.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!” I squealed, as I bumped into a little hump on the ice, and toppled over Hunk. We both fell over in a heap, and we looked at each other. We began laughing.

“You are such a meme!” Hunk guffawed, and I smirked, standing away from him.

“Only for you, my dear love!” I responded dramatically, helping him up. We both held hands, as we skated onto the ice. A calm view of the cabin, and the sky helping both of us out.

His Yellow than pushed into my Blue, breaking over the walls I so strongly thought I built.

“Idiota! Get out of the house!” My mom yelled at my dad. I looked towards my sister. She was looking down, her nails digging into her palms.

“I’m bringing the divorce papers tomorrow. Lance, Elena. Go get your stuff. You’re coming with me,” Dad told my older sister and I.

Elena. That's her name I thought.

Then the memory switched into another.

“Faggot! Go back to Mexico where you belong!” A guy shouted at me. I was trying so hard not to cry, as I was on the ground. The guy pushed me down as I walked down the Alley after getting groceries.

“Oh let him be, Dan. He can’t do anything back or he will get deported. Now let’s get out before anyone sees us with this piece of shit,” another guy that was beside him said. Dan only nodded, and both boys walked away quickly.

I stood up. I was shaking, and I ran away from the Alley, groceries in hand. Dad’s house was only a few blocks away, and nobody was home. Dad was picking Elena and the kids up from the movies since I had homework to do.

“Useless, lousy dumbass,” I grumbled under my breath, not letting any tears show. I opened the door, and quickly shut it, locking it. I ran towards the kitchen, that was clean from this morning, and dropped off the groceries on the island. I ran upstairs into the bathroom, bent down under the sink, opened the cabinet doors, and searched through the back of the walls.

I found the wooden box, with my name on it. I opened it, and moved everything aside, until I finally found the little sliver of metal.

A razor blade.

I sat back, and put it over my wrist. I quickly sliced my skin open, droplets of blood coming out one-by-one from each line I made.

Somewhere around 20.

“F-fuck. I was doing so well,” I mumbled, putting the razor back, and putting the box at the back of the cabinet. I slid up my sleeve even higher, as I inspected my cuts. It showed my old ones, and a sigh came out.

“If only I wasn’t so weak,” I growled, my back landing onto the wall with a thud.

I ripped off the mind-meld device immediately, The others were blinking, and I stood up dizzily, and ran away from the circle.

This time tears did come out of my eyes.

“Lance!” I heard all four of the other Paladins shout. I ran into a hallway, then another, and another. Somehow, and someway, I made it to the swimming pool.

I knelt down on my knees, and hugged my shoulders, and I started to sob. Broken, violent sobs.

Don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually I felt someone touch my shoulders. I opened my tightly concealed eyes, and looked at the hand which was now on my trembling shoulder.

Shiro.

“Shiro did you find- oh,” I heard a voice. Red. Keith. I heard his steps, as Shiro knelt down in front of me. Keith did the same a few moments after.

“Hey, Lance. I’m here. Can you look into my eyes, please?” Shiro asked gently. I teared my eyes that were staring onto the floor, into his own dark eyes. They seemed black, but shone a grey as well. I flicked my eyes over to Keith’s caring violet ones, which were a bit blurry from my tears.

“I-I -,” Shiro cuts me off with a ‘shh’.

“Don’t worry, Lance. We’re all here for you. We care about you. You’re not worthless, you are so important to the team, and to everyone else you encounter. We love you, and without you, we wouldn’t be complete. How could we hate our favorite Sharpshooter?” Shiro told me calmly. I tried for a smile, but more tears came out instead. I hugged Shiro, and trapping Keith as well. They both immediately hugged back, my body shaking even more now. I felt two other bodies behind me, knowing it was Hunk and Pidge.

And for now, I felt safe.

Everything was great.



Chapter Text

Katie didn't mean to say it. 

Well, she did, but not out loud.

You see, coming to the Altean Institute of Science was a huge opportunity for her. She fell in love with the subject at such a young age, which made her skip a few grades during elementary and middle school. She became somewhat, borderline obsessed, with the subject, but she didn't care at all.

Plus, there was always the possibility of Cryptids being out there, and she could take one to research it. Like the Lochness Monster or the Kraken.

Anyway, after giving the school an entry form, she never thought she would actually get in. She would have probably went to Harvard, where Hunk Garrett, one of her best friends and comrade, was going to. Lance McClain, her second best friend, was going into Stanford, to become a doctor like he wanted to when he was younger. 

And she was the youngest scientist, at the age of sixteen, that was entering the Institute. Don't get her wrong, it was really nerve-wracking, and she could barely care about her health. But she prayed to whatever God there was out there that this wouldn't make her regret the decisions she made up to this point. 

And pray she did.

Ever since Katie was young, her family was really religious. Not the ones where they accepted everything at the moment's notice. Nah, she came from one of the churches where they chewed out the problem for a long time, which a lot of people mostly ignored or just got annoyed at very quickly.

Like the homosexuals.

Yeah, her church was really homophobic.

At every pride her family ran into, they would protest. They didn't give two jelly beans in a jar, but they protested a lot.

Her older brother Matt, was less into it than her. 

I mean, who could blame him? He was never into religious stuff, like his parents or her. Well, mostly their parents. They put way too many dark stuff about the LGBT+ community into Katie's brain for most of her life, so that's why she always felt way too uncomfortable near anything LGBT related.

Which brings up the issue.

Katie may or may not have cussed both Takashi Shirogane and Keith Kogane out.

Well, she did. Yeah. 

Lance and Hunk would have killed her. 

At the moment, Katie was in her room, looking out the window. 

It was ten after two, and she was coming back from her afternoon class. Katie was going to hang out with her new friend Keith, who she accidentally met in her biology class. Plus, she was going to bribe Keith into giving her answers for number three, which she knows he has since she wasn't really paying attention in the middle of the lecture. 

And as she turned the corner, she stopped. There, right there, in the middle of the hall, was Keith fucking Kogane locking lips with the one and only Takashi Shirogane. Katie was frozen in the spot. She quickly took a few steps back, but she stumbled into a wall. The ruckus was enough for the pair to look up, at a red-faced Katie.

"Oh hey, Katie!" Keith exclaimed, his face flushing red in embarrassment. For the fact that he got caught kissing in the middle of the hallway. 

"Hey," Katie waved. Faggots. "I'm just going to... leave. Keep doing that disgusting romantic stuff. Yeah. Uh, bye."  And she left the two boys, not looking back.

She didn't realized she muttered the F word until later. 

She bet on her soul that they heard.

A ping was heard from her laptop, that was opened on her desk. She looked over, and it was a call on Skype.

Her brother.

She sighed, as she went over to the desk, and answered the call. 

"Hey, Pidge!"

"Matt, for fuck's sake, why do you keep calling me that name? My name is Katie. Say it with me, now. Kay-tea," Katie told her brother in annoyance.

Matt just gave her a smile. His glasses were on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was disheveled. It was mostly like that all the time, and his brown, kind eyes bored into her hazel ones. 

People called them twins, and if it weren't the fact that Katie had breasts, longer hair, and a more feminine stature, than people would think they were identical. Or even worse, clones.

"Eh, for the fact that you are obsessed with the damn Pokemon itself," Matt smirked, as Katie blushed. 

Dammit. 

"You're wondering why I called you?" Matt asked. She rolled her eyes, a small smile coming up into her face.

"Nah, just wondering why I answered," Katie replied, a snicker at the end.

Matt feigned hurt, his hand on his chest as if it pained him to hear her say that.

"Ouch, Pidge. I thought we were close. Now, I have good news, and some bad news," Matt said, his face turning into stone. Right. Katie had forgotten.

Their father had cancer. Lung. They didn't know how long he had to live or if he was ever going to recover.

"Give me the bad news first," Katie whispered.

Matt nodded, and he looked down at his hands.

"Dad. He has three months to live," he said, and if it wasn't for Katie's loud speaker, than she would have asked for a repeat.

"Oh," was all she could muster. 

Her dad was her idol. She followed his footsteps, just like Matt did with their mother. 

"A-and the good news?" She asked, not wanting to elaborate. 

"Those three months are going to be spent with all of us. So that means, we're moving to a city near you," He replied, his smile watery. Katie smiled shakily.

"Yay," she said with a weak tone. 

"Yeah. So, how was your day?" He asked, moving onto another topic. That made Katie feel a bit worse than before.

"I cussed out the F word at my friend, well, I think he was, but now he isn't. For the fact that I said it. Now I feel worse than ever," Katie whimpered. She was the way Matt's eyes grew. 

In shock and a bit of anger.

"Damn it, Katie. Go fucking apologize to him," the outburst surprised her. He never used her real name unless it was serious. 

"I-I can't. I'm sure he hates me," she stumbled, shivering in fear. Matt cursed under his breath.

"Just explain, how it was an accident. Please? You're not going to go anywhere if you don't," he tells her. She looked down at her palms, and sighed.

"Alright. I will. Just, let me grieve. When are you coming?" She said. Matt nodded, unconvinced, but he let it go.

"In a few days. I'll call you. Plus, I'm going to be in the same Institute soon, so don't worry," he told her. Her eyes grew.

"Really? That's great, congrats, Matt," she told him. He nodded, and he sighed. 

"I gotta go, but I'll call soon. You better have apologized by then, or I'll force you to, and you know I always get my way when I need it," he threatened. She nodded, a bit of fear coursing through her.

"Alright. Love you, Matt. Tell Ma and Dad I said hi," she said. He nods.

"Bye, Pidge. Love you, too," and the call ends there.


 

Eight months later...

The funeral was today. She made Keith and Shiro come, even though they only met Sam Holt in total of three times. He was kind to them. 

Lance and Hunk were there, and so was Allura and Coran, a couple of Matt's friends. 

She apologized to them, and they were confused at first. She explained to them about her past, and how it was ingrained into her head to act like that. Matt warmed up to them soon after. 

They accepted her apology, and gave her ice cream, cause she didn't mean it.

Now, she was in their car, as they made it to the church.

"Are you sure we won't burst into flames?" Keith asked her. Katie rolled her eyes. Shiro snorted.

"No, you idiot. The only thing that's worse than that is either Matt and Lance's jokes and pranks, or my mom's behavior towards everything," she replied. Matt squawked in hurt. 

Oh yeah, Matt was in the car.

"Ouch, Pidge-," 

"Jesus, stop calling me that!"

"- you are just jealous that Lance and I are a better dynamic duo, than you and Hunk!" He sniffled. Keith and Shiro shared a look.

"Pidge...?" Shiro trailed off, as he made a turn.

"Pokemon obession," Matt replied just as Pidge said, " Do not ask."

The Holts looked at each other.

"Okay," both of the gays said. 

It was quiet until they arrived at their Final Destination.

Katie only frowned, as she unbuckled her seat belt.

She gave up crying days ago.

The four got out of the car, and she saw a bunch of her father's colleagues, friends, and family coming in and out of the church.

Plus, she saw Lance's and Hunk's family too.

She ran over to them, all three of the men following her.

She never ran this fast in her life, other than for ice cream.

"Mrs. McClain, Mr. Garrett. Do you know where...?" She trailed off as she caught her breath. She bent down, her hands on her knees as she wheezed out the question.

Lance's mom only smiled. "Oh, I know where they are alright. Lance and Hunk are with Lotor and Shay!"

Katie froze. 

"Wait, so the Galran family are here?" She squeaked out, her eyes wide as saucers, and she stood up so fast that she thought she was going to get a whiplash.

Both of the adults didn't seem disturbed by her sudden movements. She heard Matt, Shiro and Keith behind her.

"Yeah. They are on the guest list that your mom made. They are in one of the right pews. Hello, Matt. Nice to see ya! Well kids, I have to find my own, or I swear I'm going to forget Lolita, again," Mrs. McClain grumbled, which made Mr. Garrett laugh.

Katie nodded, and squeezed right through into the church.

"Katie, what's wrong?" Shiro asked, concerned. They were in the hall, before entering where Lance and Hunk were. She turned around, and she stared at Matt.

"Lotor is here, Matt. Lotor is here, so you better hold me back before I fucking rip his small dick from his body and make him choke on it," She growled. Matt's eyes turned angry. He turned to the both of the gays.

"Actually, can you guys make sure we don't kill the guy that's in there? Thank you," he growled, and both Shiro and Keith nodded in confusion.

"Katie, do not swear. We're in church. Now why?" Keith asked. Katie sighed.

"Lotor, the guy we want to kill, is Lance's ex-, or that's what we think. He, uh, abused him for a couple of months, before Lance broke it off," Matt replied. Keith and Shiro looked at each other, fury in their eyes.

"Oh, we are ready to be your alibi, and we haven't even met Hunk and Lance yet," Shiro replied, Keith nodding along. They all entered the holy place.

Katie and Matt's eyes landed immediately on Lotor, then to Lance and Hunk, and the girl beside Hunk, who must have been Shay.

They walked briskly right on over. 

"Do not commit murder just yet. We are in church. Shove him down a hole, later," Matt told everyone, quietly so no one could be heard. They all nodded, agreeing that it wasn't the place to murder.

"... and I fell! Like, damn, Nyma was fast!" Lance's laugh bellowed out from the story he was telling. Hunk and Lotor laughed, and Shay was just shaking her head, an amused smile on her face. Katie cleared her throat, and Hunk and Lance turned around.

"KATIE!!!" Both men, all but screamed, making everyone jump, as they attacked the poor girl.

"Ack!" Katie squealed, making both men stop hugging her.

"What the shit was that?" Lance grumbled, then pecking her all over the face. Hunk slapped Lance's head, making the Cuban bump his head against Katie's.

"Ow," both groaned, rubbing their foreheads.

"Sorry, and Lance. We are in church. Stop your swearing," Hunk said sheepishly, as he hugged Katie.

A bit too tight.

"Hunk, bruh, can't, breathe!" Katie grumbled. Hunk let go. Lance then gave her a hug. Keith, Shiro and Matt watched with amusement.

"Ah, how I missed you, my precious gremlin," Lance wiped a fake tear, patting the girl's head. Katie scrunched her nose. He looked up.

"Matt, my bitch! My main hoe, the one who triumphs all of them hoes!" Lance somehow jumped over Katie, and tackled Matt to the ground with a fierce hug.  Keith jumped in surprise, and Shiro laughed.

"Lance! My only hoe- wait, your main hoe? Bitch, what the fuck?" Matt grumbled, as he lied on the floor. Lance smiled, giving him a quick peck, full on the mouth.

"Nah, the only hoe I have other than you is Hunk, but he has Shay so, he ain't my hoe," Lance chuckled, standing himself up, and helping Matt as well. Matt whined.

"Lance, you know that was my first kiss! C'mon! In a church? Lame. Kiss me in the back of McDonalds or In-and-Out. I need some good shit to tell our future children!" Matt grumbled, making everyone laugh, except for Keith, cause he was so confused. And Lotor cause he's a jealous hoe.

"Alright, Matt, stop swearing," Shiro snorted, not actually giving a fuck. Lance turned to both of the gays.

"And who's your Daddy and Emo McMullet friends over there?" Lance asked. Shiro full on blushed, as Keith glowered.

"They're gay, and dating, Lance, bad, no. Shiro is Daddy, and Keith is a Emo-Wannabe," Matt smiled. Katie shook her head, making Hunk sigh exasperated. Shay face palmed, and Lotor just blinked. 

"Huh, not bad. Well, the ceremony is about to start, but if we're doing intros, than hi! The name's Lance, and people call me the Tailor. The giant ass man, is my dude Hunk. He will pummel you if you hurt Shay, Katie and I, Lotor knows from experience. Lotor over there is my ex, but like, he got some help, and now, he's somewhat chill. I guess. Shay is the kindest, yet the most badass person you'll ever meet, after Hunk. Screw with her, than Rax, her brother who is glaring at me from the corner. Oh, wow, fuck you too bitch," Lance paused his explanation, flipping Rax off with both of his middle fingers. "Anyway, he will kick your ass. Like, straight up, fucking deck ya into Mars. I saw it once, and it scared the shit out of all of us to meet Shay's family."

Lance, Hunk and Lotor shuttered violently at the last part.

"Hey, we're not that bad!" Shay sighed. Hunk gave her fond smile.

"Yeah, sure. Tell that to me after Grammy is done kicking my ass into Hell."

"Well, the ceremony is starting, lets take a seat," Katie said. Everyone nodded, grieving in their hearts for the fallen Sam Holt.

Maybe, you shouldn't bite more than you can chew.

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Kathy Odle

Age: 14

Date: February 09

I was just running around. I didn't even mean to hurt anyone, but that's the lie I gave them. I didn't actually hurt anyone. I was there at the right time, to get me in trouble. It was all Isaac's idea, of course, but what could I do? I was just the depressed one, who always shies away from everyone else.

"Mrs. Douglas, I swear I didn't mean it! It was an accident!" I pleaded, tears steaming down my green eyes. My brown hair was in a ponytail,  but it was getting yanked by this evil wreck.

Mrs. Douglas was just a grouchy hag, who despised  kids. She would barely give out treats, and were made to do work, as if we were in a labor camp. It sounds kinda cliché,  like the Annie story, right? But, it's true.

"Well, you ungrateful child! I hope you learn your lesson this time! Maybe this is the reason your parents didn't want you!" She screeches angrily into my right ear. Must be busted by now.

Tears came like a downpour, from my eyes at the mention of my parents. They were my weakness,  and that's the horrible thing. I would believe they would come back, and get me the hell out of here,  but no such luck.

My eyes looked up, at the old stairs that led to the attic. I heard spiders were up there, from the rumors the others spread out. They went wide with fear. I had bad arachnephobia, and if I were 30 cm with one, I would be freaking out.

"No! Please, I will do anything, but I don't wanna go up there!" I screamed, pleading my lungs out. Of course,  the hag didn't give two fucks about what was going to happen. She dragged me up the stairs,  which I made difficult for her.

She finally opened the door, and threw me in. I landed on my butt, and she shut the door, locking it too. I jumped up, running to the door, and banging it loudly.  I was sobbing by now.

"Let me out! Please,  please, please, please!" I cry out. I turn, and the first thing I see through my blurry eyes, are cobwebs.  I shudder, and walk around, softly. I hated this, so very much. I wish someone could just fucking adopt me already!

I scream, and kick a random object, out of sheer anger. My tears were coming by the dozen, and that's when I sat down. I went into the pocket of my jeans, and brought out a blade. The sharp metal pressed against my fingers, ready to slice the pale skin of my wrists.

I rolled up my sleeves, and I see a bunch of very beautiful scars. They were in fact beautiful,  but very depressing. I didn't care, as I made slice after slice. They weren't deep like some, but enough to draw out the blood.

By the time I was done, the crimson liquid was going down like a swift river, making a little pool of blood on the wooden floor. My tears have subsided, so I looked around for something to clean the cuts. There it was. A sheet was covering something, in the left corner.

I got up, and walked over. I took hold of the sheet, and ripped it away from the object. A mirror was shown. A mirror, reflecting the mess I have become. My hair was messy, blood pouring from both wrists, green eyes, no longer bright, but dull.

I got the sheets, and put them around my wrists, as if they were handcuffs. I walked over to where I was, and sat back down. I look at the pool of blood. How did I become so weak, that I went to metal to make my problems go away?

I sigh, and take a good look around. There was a window, looking out into the garden. A bed was here also, on the far right side corner. The mirror in the left, and a dresser. Boxes were also here and there, filled with unknown stuff.

I remember something, and fish through my pockets. My phone and charger were still there, and for some reason, not noticed. Must be this dress. I may be wearing jeans, but this shirt was more like a dress, that I could hide stuff underneath.

I also had stole some extra food from, the kitchen. An apple, granola bar, juice box, and candy. A bunch of candy, like dress pocket fulls.

I smile to myself,  for being so clever. I am quite lucky that I already had ate my dinner, before getting "caught" by Isaac. He was so getting it after I leave the attic. 

I sigh, and see a place where I can charge my phone. I went over there, and put the charger into the outlet, and put my phone on charge soon after. 

I go back to where my food was, and ate a bit. I ate the apple, as it contained enough liquid for my body. I also did some cleaning as I was up here, and found a hair pin. I smiled to myself.  I knew how to break into stuff, with just this little thing. I will use this tomorrow. 

I went over to the newly cleaned bed, and grabbed my now charged phone. Nobody came up stairs to get me out of here, and I understood that. I was useless, and being a pansexual myself, I'll be horrible in the world outside of this horrendous place. 

I grabbed my headphones, and plugged them in my phone. I picked a song from one of my favorite bands, Arrows To Athens. They were a bit unknown to the world, but they are amazing. Used To Be is my favorite song from them, and well, people should listen to them. 

"As they cover you and me, and they pull us underneath", I sang quietly. My voice was a bit croaky, and the stinging in my wrists were fading away.  I closed my eyes, and went to sleep with the headphones in my ears.

...

I awoke, startled. I forgot where I was for a few seconds, and then I remember yesterday. I close my eyes again, as In Case of Emergency, Dial 411 by Sleeping With Sirens was in my ears. I guess nobody gave a damn about, as I still was in the attic. I groaned, as I checked my phone. 

11:30 AM?! I got up, and went over to the door. I had the hair clip with me, and started to fiddle with the lock. I finally got it open, and got the hell out of there. It was also February ten, Vic Fuentes' birthday. Another year has passed for him, and now he was 33. Old man.

I am such a band nerd.

I left my things up there in a secret spot, and I ran downstairs. I heard talking, the asshole and a man. They were in the office, I had just passed. The door opened, and the voices got louder. I tried to look presentable, and I heard a gasp. The witch saw me, and gave me a glare.

"How did you get out of your room? You had no right to, until you learned your lesson!" She screeched at me. I gulped, and the tears settled in my eyes. Why was I so weak? I look at my wrists. They had dried blood on them, which I started to fiddle with my sleeves. I was trying to put them over my hands.

"I swear, I didn't do it! If I did, then I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to", I whimpered, a tear rolling down my cheek. She growls at me, and comes over and slaps my shoulder. I give out a yelp, and stagger back. She grabbed me by the wrist, and I let out a scream. The person in the room, came out, and saw. I was in tears by then, and was ready to pass out from the pain.

"Let her go!" The guy yelled. The bitch did, and I fell to the floor, with a thud. My dark brown hair went into my face, and through that and my tears, black spots covering my vision. I could just feel a pair of arms going around my body, as they pick me up. Then the shouting started.

I groaned, as I came back from my little nap. I think I've fainted, but my memory was a bit blurry. All I remember was pair of hands picking me up. I open my eyes, and the brightness in the room blinds me. I scowl, and then look at my surroundings. I realized I wasn't in a room. I was in a car, driving down a highway. The traffic was okay, but getting much more slower.

" Hey, you're up! I thought you hit your head and --", I cut the person off with a scream. It was Takashi Shirogane! He was driving me away from the psycho bitch!

"You're - you're Takashi Shirogane! Uh, how did I get here?" I screech. I am confused, but how-what? Wait, did he adopt me?

He gives out a laugh, and he smiles at me. "Well, I think you already know me. I adopted you from the place where you used to call a home. I saw how sad you were, and so, I then adopted you so you can stay with me. Also, call me Shiro. What's your name, Kiddo?" He tells me, driving off. We enter another road, leading away from the busy highway.

We went straight to another highway, which was a bit dangerous, considering how fast they were going. We went to the other lane, and was lucky not to get hit by the red sports car. I held on to the seat, as if afraid when I let go, I'll just fall out the window.

"My name is Kathy Odle. And, uh thanks, Shiro?" I mutter questioningly. I mean, didn't he see what the mother fucker did to me? Or did he see my scarred wrists? I look at them. They weren't bleeding, and I noticed I was wearing the same blue sweater from yesterday. If there was any blood, it didn't show.

I let go of the seat, and put my hands in my pocket. The blade was still there, ready to be used again. I sighed, but then frowned. My Ipod, my precious thing. I didn't have it. My eyes start to tear up. Shiro notices, as a tear streams down my cheek.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" He asks, a worried expression plastered on his face. I turn to him, and give out a raspy breath.

"My Ipod. I left it", I say, barely above a whisper. He gives me a sad look, and then brightens as if he got a idea.

"Hey! I'll buy you a new one!" He exclaims. I just look at the ground. No, I didn't want a new one. I wanted the old one. It had my favourite memories, my music, my pictures, and everything on it. I couldn't just let it go.

"Okay", is all I say. It must have come out in a really echoey voice, as he looks at me weirdly. We stay silent, until a humongous building comes into my vision. My jaw dropped. We were going to board a plane.

"W-we're g-g-going on a p-p-plane?!" I squeak out, going much more paler than I already was. Shiro looks at me, and nods. I take a sharp breath.

I hate heights, ever since... No, don't think about it. It will only make matters worse. I try to keep my mind preoccupied, as we go into the parking lot. I didn't really notice where we were going, but we finally got out. Someone came, and waited. I stayed silent as we grabbed my stuff. We left the black car, and the person drove off. Must have been a rental.

"We are going to my house, but in a private plane, okay?" Shiro tells me. I look down, and nod. I don't really like to talk, unless I was super curious, or when I was pleading for my life. We went through some elevators, and through some halls. We skipped the metal detector line, and I was grateful. My blade, is going to be the death of me.

We went to some seats, and waited for about five minutes, until someone came. It was a police officer. We stood up, and followed him into one of those long halls they have before you get on to a plane.

I gulp, and put my luggage on one of the compartments, and sit away from the window. I look up at the screen that was installed in front of me. I shakily get a controller, and start to press some buttons. It turns on, and then I switch it to a random channel. Disney channel.

I smile, a bit. I remember the video where Alan Ashby and Austin Carlile, were doing a This Or That, and Alan saying he rather watch Nickelodeon rather than Disney because he wasn't gay. Austin the said something about if Disney is for gays, then he was a flaming homo. It was super funny. Damn, I am a band geek.

The show that was on was a re-run of Good Luck Charlie. I love that show, even if they weren't airing it anymore. I watched episode after episode, waiting to get down from the sky. Oh yeah, we were literally flying away from wherever the fuck I came from. I somewhat became tired, and found a dreamless sleep.

...

I wake, when the plane goes onto the ground with a bump. My eyes fly open, and I give out a loud screech. I hate this, so much. Fuck my life. Shiro comes rushing to my side, as I gripped onto the arms of the chair.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen", he tells me, repeatedly. He was trying to soothe me down, as my anxiety levels were going all over the place. Tears were about to stream down, but I kept them in. The plane finally went to a stop, and I let go of the tight hold.

"Lets go, kiddo", he tells me. I nod, and unbuckle my seatbelt. As I stand up, I immediately feel dizzy, making me sit down again. I groan, as I stood up again. I stretched, and some of my body popped. I shuddered at the sound. It was weird.

Shirp already had my stuff, so we left the plane, and the airport quite quickly. The next thing came as a surprise to me. The one who was waiting for us, was none other than Keith Kogane, a famous actor. My jaw drops, and I feel sick. I think I go pale again, and I feel like I'm about to faint.

"Ugh, I don't feel... so good", I say, although, I feel like my voice is shouting from far away. Shiro gives out a gasp, as my legs start buckle. He drops everything and picks me up. My eyes go droopy, and suddenly, I feel scared.

Keith runs to us, and grabs the bags from Shiro, while he picks me up. I had my hand in my pocket, and the last thing I see is my trusty blade fall from the pocket. Maybe that was for good.

...

 

 

Third POV

February 11

They sat together, awaiting the news of Kathy Odle. It was just sad, to see the poor fragile girl, with the unknown scars, up her arms and legs. Keith Kogane, and boyfriend Takashi Shirogane, were just spooked, and scared to what is happening to the young girl.

Keith wanted to know her, and so did Shiro. She is too young to just be ... gone. No, she was going to make it, they hoped. Although, they couldn't help but wonder what will happen if she didn't. 

The doctor finally came out of the room, where he had been, and the couple stood up. Keith was silently freaking out, and Shiro just had this blank face, trying not to show his feelings. The doctor saw them, waiting for the news. He walked over, and gave them a long sigh.

"She is recovering. She had cuts all over her body, from what I suppose, a blade from a pencil sharpener. Although, according to the story you had told me, Mr. Shirogane, she has depression, anxiety, a minor bipolar disorder, and looks like she got abused.

She is okay, but when she wakes, do not overwhelm her. She is also able to go back home, whenever you want. If you want to talk to me, get one of the nurses and ask for my name. Have a good day."

The doctor then leaves, while Shiro and Keith are looking at the door in shock. They knew she had cut, from the blade with recently dried blood drop on the airport floor. Keith had a tear streaming down his face, as he thought about the reason why she cut.

He was always sensitive with the topic, since he used to cut when he was younger. He wanted to get out of this world for good, but with Shiro there beside him to love and guide him through life, he stopped. He had a reason to live again.

"Keith, it will be okay. Don't worry. Lets go, and see her", Shiro says softly, as if trying not to wake the spirits from the people who had previously died there. Keith nods, and they go inside the room, looking at the pale girl, who was sleeping peacefully. She looked like she was dead, but by her chest falling and rising, it showed that she wasn't.

Kathy Odle

I groan, as I open my eyes from my sleep. The light blinded me, but I didn't care, as I opened my eyes fully. Shiro and Keith were wide awake, looking at me expectantly. I give them a weird look, and look down at my wrists, which were covered with bandages. 

Oh, I thought to myself.  I gulped, and looked back up. Keith had tears in his eyes, and Shiro had a blank face plastered on. I just give them a weak smile.

"What am I doing in the hospital?" I ask. Keith then lets a tear roll down his cheek. Shiro takes a deep breath as he walks over to the bed I was laying in. I could also feel some bandages on my legs. I keep my eyes on my pale hands. I feel him sit down on the edge of the bed, like a parent would do when they say goodnight. 

"You went really pale, and fainted. Your, uh, blade fell out of your pocket, and yeah, you lost a lot of blood, Kathy. We called the ambulance, and well, they brought you here", he told me, his voice shaky. My eyes brimmed with tears. I then started to sob, and I put my head in my hands. I cried and cried into my palms, tears coming down like waterfalls. Shiro tried to comfort me, but that just made it worse.

From the sound of his footsteps,  Keith came over, and layed beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder,  as he sang some soothing songs. It did calm me down, after a few minutes.

Music always had that effect on me. It could shut me up in three seconds flat, to five minutes.

I then went unconscious with sleep, and my mind didn't interpret a dream. It was just a calm sleep. Although, when I woke up, it felt like I interrupted a important meeting with the president and another important dude about a war.

"... so, can we get her pills today?" I hear Keith ask someone. I was confused for a moment,  then I realized they were talking with the doctor.

"Yeah. Just go downstairs, into the Pharmacy,  and they'll give you it. I have to go, and deal with some other issues. Have a nice day, and remember about the therapy sessions she has", the dude said, and I hear footsteps, leaving the room. I then open my eyes.

"So, I'm on meds and I need to go to a therapist? Fucking awesome", I mutter angrily. They turn to look at me with surprise.

"Kathy, it's not your fault. It's what the doc told us to do. I really do wish there was another way to help you, but, um, there's nothing we can do", Keith says carefully. I just nod, tired of life.

"We're going home, so here's some clothes for you to change into. Hope got your size correctly. I had to look at your tags on your shirts to see what it was", Shiro tells me, as he hands me a set of clothes. I nod and take them carefully.  I notice, I wasn't connected to any of the machines, so I quickly went to the washroom. I changed in there, making it quick. 

I left the really white washroom, and get out of the hospital room. I see the power couple waiting for me, and when they see me, they stand up. They already have my medications, in a paper bag. I stay quiet, and we walk down the halls, down the stairs, and into the lobby. I smile lightly to the women who was running this shit, and leave, going into the hot world outside. 

"There's our ride", Shiro tells me, as he points to the white van. We walk over and we see two tan dudes in the front. They're yelling about who is cuter, which is weird. They finally notice us, and they immediately shut their traps. 

"Oh hi there guys! This must be Kathy, right?" A skinny guy with blue-eyes asks, as we open the door. My mouth goes agape, and my eyes start to water.

"Y-yes", I reply, shakily. He smiles at me, and the other dude gives me a grin.

"I finally get to see the famous Kathy, Keith and Shiro won't shut up about!" He laughs, and Keith smacks Blue-eyes in the head. I giggle, and go to the back and sit down.

"Oh shut up, Lance! Lets go Hunk, I want to go back home to see Pidgey!" Keith smiles, and Shiro laughs. I just give a small smile, and I buckle myself up.

This will be one awesome ride.