So, I've finally made it guys. I have ascended/descended (?) to the Voltron: LD Fandom and well, here I am with a huge thirst for Shiro and Kieth. I can't keep these feels to myself and I just needed to get this out so here goes.

This idea I originally had for a different fandom, you can find the story in my other works titled Strangers, but that one is slightly different, same basic concept but not the same story I promise.
Anywho, there are no warnings at the moment, other than this was not Beta'ed beta read yes, but not edited, all mistakes are my own.

And as always, just gonna say real quick, I own nothing in regards to Voltron or any other referenced media.

Enjoy!~

"I—Sir?" Shiro felt the weight of the world on his shoulders at the same time that he felt it being ripped away from just under him. The onslaught of emotions left him reeling with a dreadful sense of being pushed off of a ledge and plunging into the uncertain depths below; all the while the overbearing weight of… everything was enclosing in on him, placing pressure on him with such a huge amount of force it was suffocating.

"Breathe, son." Shiro heard Iverson say, but he didn't really comprehend the meaning that came with the words.

Instead Shiro's mind continued its downward spiral into chaos. How was this happening? Could it actually be possible?!

Every thought inside his head was trying to make itself heard while at the same time his brain continued its attempts to shut down.

There was a sigh somewhere, and Shiro couldn't exactly rule himself off as the origin.

"Takashi."

The softness that came with his uttered name finally snapped Shiro out of his head and back into his body. Though the look of a deer struck by headlights was still on his face as Shiro looked to his superior officer. "But she—"

"We can run some new tests if you need us to, but that will not change the outcome." Iverson paused, and Shiro had a sneaking suspicion that Iverson would have apologized had the situation not involved others besides Shiro.

"I don't think that will be necessary… I just—can I see her, sir?" Even through the numbness, Shiro couldn't deny his curiosity, nor suppress the small sliver of hope in his tone.

Iverson's features softened in a way that Shiro had never seen; not even when the man had delivered the crushing news of Shiro's late parents.

Shiro wasn't sure if he was supposed to find the look he was being given as comforting or meet it with worry. Were it anyone else giving him that sympathetic look and in a completely different scenario, Shiro would take solace in it. But as it stood, Iverson was only making Shiro's stomach coil in tighter on itself.

"I'll see what I can do." Was the gruff response the commanding officer offered. Shiro opened his mouth to protest, but was immediately silenced when Iverson rose a single hand.

"I know this isn't easy to hear, Takashi," Iverson sighed, lowering his hand as he leveled Shiro with his single eye.

"But I need you to be patient. As you can imagine such a matter is being handled behind the scenes and by those in higher ranks. They will call you in a day or so Takashi. Think carefully about how you'd like to proceed and when you decide on what you want to do, stand your ground."

Shiro could hear the unsaid words that lay just beneath the surface of Iverson's advice. Shiro wasn't supposed to be told of this quite yet, and Iverson had gone and disregarded whoever's commands he needed to to have this chat with him. So Shiro was given no choice but to sit back and sort out his feelings on the matter until it became official. He was given a heads up, and yet Shiro couldn't figure out if knowing was a blessing or a curse.

"If I may, sir." Shiro started, raising his head and unsure of just what he should be feeling in the moment.

Iverson nodded, prompting him to ask whatever it was he had in mind.

"The mother, is she here?"

Shiro hadn't thought Iverson could look any more remorseful and yet he managed to do just that. "I advise you to take the rest of the day off Takashi, sort it out in your head and when the time comes you will meet her."

"But what about—"

"That is all I know, Takashi. There was no mother involved, just the child… Go home, clear your head."

Shiro nodded numbly, unable to do anything else.

Keith sighed as soon as he said goodbye and for the briefest of moments considered if it would make him feel better if he chucked his phone across the room and let it meet the all too solid brick wall. Maybe if a new phone wouldn't cost him an arm and a leg, Keith would have done it. But as it stood he barely had enough to cover his half of the rent, so adding a new phone to his list of expenses was probably not the smartest thing to do.

"I take it you didn't get it." Lance supplied from his spot on the couch, breaking the silence that the phone call left behind.

"Nope." Keith answered, slumping back into the couch and wishing that it would at least show him some mercy and swallow him up. "Same basic bull, don't have enough experience."

"Well they don't know what they're missing out on, so fuck them." Lance huffed and tossed up the stress ball he was playing with. "But you know I can cover this—"

"You already got all the utilities, man. I won't let you cover the rent too. Besides all you have left are your savings, and you and Allura have been planning this vacation for months." Keith interjected with a prominent frown. "I have enough to pay the rent this month, and my unemployment check is due in two days; so I'll be covered for when you're away. But that doesn't mean a job is gonna to find itself."

"Didn't your uncle say he needed some help at the shop, like, yesterday?" Lance mused, catching the ball and tossing it back up again.

"I don't think he actually needs help." Keith wrinkled his nose as he typed in his password, "Kolivan found out about the lab work and wasn't thrilled about it."

"Dude, the ad was sketchy a la fregada. I was actually surprised you went through with it." Lance countered.

Keith hunched his shoulders, opening up the search engine, "We were strapped for cash and three grand goes a long way."

Lance made a discontented noise in the back of his throat and Keith sighed, "It lasted us longer than I had initially thought, and that's what matters. It was either that or put school on hold in order to pay the bare necessities."

"How'd Kolivan find out anyway, the lab stuff happened like what? Two years ago?" Lance asked instead of continuing to argue–what was done was done after all.

"Eighteen months." Keith elaborated while scrolling through job ads.

"For whatever reason the lab decided they needed to contact me there instead of here. So they called up the shop, Kolivan was obviously on the clock so he answered as my guardian as if I wasn't old enough to get the call and they asked if I could go back to the lab this weekend. Next day he corners me in the shop and I had to tell him. That was when he offered me the position at the shop." Keith frowned as he read the descriptions of the job listings, if they could even be called that.

Everything was either an internship or a leading director position. Neither one of which helped Keith, since internships were free labor and lead director was way out of his league.

Keith was about to click onto the next page when the stress ball Lance had been tossing into the air next to him went off course and bopped Keith on the head.

Not even a millisecond later Lance was the sole target of a menacing glare.

Though Lance held up his mock surrender, his smile spoke of the knowledge that he knew he was safe despite the threatening look Keith sent his way. Instead of apologizing, Lance asked "So, you going?"

Keith glowered for a few more seconds before shrugging. "I don't see why I should."

"Uh, maybe because these people might have the key of how humanity was made? Holy shit man, what if you're the missing link?!" Lance exclaims making Keith roll his eyes.

"I highly doubt that. Which one of us waxes from head to toe biweekly?"

"Dude," Lance laughed, "Point taken, but not everyone can be blessed with silky smooth skin like you! But in all seriousness, wasn't the test some kind of like wide network ancestry thing? What if they found something?"

"Like what?" Keith hummed skipping onto the next page on the website. "I just had one of those free clinic check ups last month, nothing out of the ordinary there."

"That's not what I meant Keith," Lance sounded oddly subdued and that caught Keith's attention enough to stop his skimming of a listing and look at his best friend as Lance pointedly looked to the ceiling. "I mean, there's a small possibility that they did discover something about you that the clinic didn't. But the project itself was like building a large family tree and maybe… you know?"

Keith could feel his brow furrowing, just as he could feel his lips forming a thin line. Then came the unmistakable feeling of heat curling in his gut and igniting the feeling of annoyance that was quick to turn to guarded anger.

"Don't." It was a warning, and Keith could see that Lance knew this was dangerous territory, but his musing was there, clearly written in Lance's eyes.

"Keith." Lance tried, but Keith was already pushing off of the couch and towards the kitchen, as if placing distance between himself and Lance would make the unbidden thoughts leave his mind.

"Leave it alone, Lance." Hope for what Lance was suggesting was poisonous, Keith had learned that early on in life when he still believed his mother would return to him and his father. But as time went on and he lost his dad too, Keith locked away the hope and left it to sit and collect dust and hopefully rot away in the back of his heart.

"But there might be a chance," Lance pressed, no longer on the couch either and instead on the other side of the island that separated the living room from the kitchen. "Ke–"

"Stop it!" Keith cut him off, unable to have the conversation, one that he thought was long dead and gone. The subject of his mother was never one he liked to talk about and Lance knew this.

In all of the years that they had known each other, they had spoken about her all but thrice. Once when Lance inquired about his life. The second when Keith finally came clean about his abandonment and the issues that he dealt with because of that. And the third, during a drunk feels fest where he may have broken down and asked Lance why that had happened. But beyond that, the mother that Keith had had at some point never seemed to exist.

So why was he bringing her up now? Keith didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it, he didn't even want to entertain the idea that his mother even existed. She had left him, she chose to leave Keith behind. If the scientists wanted to give him an update on her, then they could keep that discovery and shove it up their asses. If they thought that Keith wanted to know about any other family other than Kolivan and Lance, then they were wrong.

Whatever it was that Lance saw in Keith's expression was enough to make Lance's retort die in his throat and turn his expression into one of regret, eyes falling to the floor. "At least think about going because they might have found something else? What if they did find something the clinic couldn't detect, just think about it, okay?"

Keith hadn't even realized that his jaw was locked until that moment, his whole body was tense, poised to either fight or run, Keith wasn't really sure what he was going to fight exactly, Lance maybe? Or maybe just start throwing punches at the glassware until he lost that anger. Or maybe he was just going to bolt right out of their apartment and run as fast as he could until he was sure that the matter was as far away from him as possible.

He doesn't do either of those things though, instead Keith forces the tension to leave his body and lets his breaths even out. Running would solve nothing and hitting anything–even Lance–would prove nothing and just make Keith feel guilty once his senses came back to him.

But Lance is still looking at him expectantly, and for the sake of ending their standoff, Keith nodded. "I'll think about it." his voice felt rough, raw and unused even to his own ears and he inwardly flinched at it.

But it was enough for Lance who relaxes his shoulders and nods along with him. "That's all I ask bello. And, I'm sorry for pushing it… I just," he shrugs, "I was a little too excited for you, but if you need me to stay and go with you just say the words, alright?"

Keith wanted to give Lance a smile, even a small one for the gesture, albeit a little misguided and forceful; but that was Lance, quick to act and slow to think things through at times. But Keith couldn't manage the smile and instead nodded. "If I need you I'll call you."

Lance's smile was a shadow of his usual one, but there was still warmth in it as he leaned over the kitchen island. "I'm going to hold you to that, and I will be personally offended if you don't call me to tell me that they've discovered a cool new superhuman race and traced it back to you."

Keith's eyes swept upwards to that, though a small hint of a smile finally appeared on his lips.

Shiro didn't know what to expect when his phone rang, his screen read Private ID as the caller. He would have thought the Garrison's name would appear at the very least, but he picked it up anyway.

He had not been prepared for the cordial words, nor the meeting that was scheduled to clear things up.

Shiro had spent the last three days trying to process what Iverson had told him, and try as he might, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it.

"Takashi?" Shiro nearly jumped out of his seat, startled to see his brother by his side.

"Sorry." Shiro immediately apologized and Ryou shook his head. "You haven't been yourself lately aniki, wanna talk about it?"

Shiro worried at his lip and glanced at his phone as if it would come alive at any moment and take a bite out of him. "That was Quintessence Labs. They want me to come in later today to, well–talk."

Ryou nursed his cup of coffee, no doubt waiting for it to cool down considerably before he could drink it. "It's about damn time they called you." he mumbled and sighed.

"But this is a good sign isn't it?" Ryou ventured, "They're asking you to go in and you finally get to see her and–have you decided on a name yet, aniki?"

Shiro shook his head, "I have a few but I don't want to jump to any without seeing her first… Ryou?" his brother hummed in acknowledgement as he finally drank his cold coffee. "Could you come with me, please?"

"Of course I will." Ryou's smile was enough to calm the worst of Shiro's nerves and he couldn't thank his twin enough for that.

"Thank you, niichan."

Keith shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the elevator seemed to take its sweet ass time to get from ground zero to the thirtieth floor where he was instructed to meet a Doctor Ulaz for whatever it was they wanted him for.

Five floors to go, and Keith was not feeling any better about his decision to actually show up at Quintessence Labs again. Some part of him even wished that he had gotten up the nerve to ask Lance to stay behind and accompany him. But Keith knew that he couldn't do that to Lance, not when he flew out the night before for his and Allura's two year anniversary vacation.

The thought of asking Kolivan to come along with Keith had also crossed his mind before being dismissed. Keith hadn't wanted to bother his uncle with this, and Kolivan was still sullen over the fact that Keith had hidden this fact for him for so long. So Keith braced himself to face whatever it was as he always did, by himself.

As he thought this though, his phone buzzed in his pocket with an incoming message.

Animo Bello, you got this.

Another buzz. Allura sends her love, call us when you're back home. And make sure to heat up your food!

Keith was warmed by the texts, but the little smile they conjured up died on his lips when the automated bell rang and the elevator stopped; effectively causing Keith's stomach to plunge all the way down to the level five basement.

He swallowed thickly as the door slid open and beckoned Keith to leave the relative safety of the elevator.

"Mr. Kogane?"

Keith winced, trying to disguise a full on startle as he looked at the man that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. Recovering from the fright, Keith narrowed his eyes on the man before him.

There was nothing scary about him now that Keith was getting a closer look, he was pretty average looking for a doctor; his height was greater than Keith's easily by a foot, his dark hair was cut short and the faintest hint of a frohawk crowned his head. He was slim in build and all sharp angles in the face which did no kindness to his appearance. Keith wouldn't call him unattractive, but the hollowness to his cheeks was definitely not appealing.

Realizing that the man was looking on to Keith for confirmation, Keith hurried to nod. "Yeah."

"Ah good you got our message." the man said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "My name is Haxus, I am one of Dr. Ulaz's assistants. He asked me to come by and show you to his office. If you could follow me."

With no other choice but to follow after the lanky man, Keith trailed after him. Vaguely aware of the elevator door closing behind him and taking away his one chance to turn tail and run. Keith was there and there was no going back now.

Keith hadn't planned on listening to whatever it was that Haxus was saying, but a single term caused him to give this man his complete and utterly undivided attention. "We deeply regret having to contact you out of the blue like this, Mr. Kogane." the man had said after thanking Keith for taking the time to answer their summons. Immediately Keith's walls went up, his posture getting tense as he waited for the rest of that sentence to hit him.

But such a revelation never came, at least not from Haxus himself. He didn't offer any explanation and it was on the tip of Keith's tongue to ask why exactly it was regrettable that he was receiving news from them. Before he could have the chance to ask, however, Keith was shown to an unmarked door, where Haxus knocked a few times and was allowed entrance.

"Mr. Kogane has arrived." Haxus announced and stepped aside, letting Keith get a good look at the inside of the office and survey the people that were already inside.

The office was simple, minimalistic in terms of material and clutter, there was one window adjacent to the door, allowing a small bit of sunlight to illuminate the office. Opposite of the window was a wall to wall bookcase filled to the edge with books Keith could see were more than just of the medical genre. A potted plant sat proudly by the door, as did another by the window where it soaked up the sun. And right across the door was a desk where a man sat behind it, or rather stood as soon as Keith stepped in. The three chairs placed in front of the desk were not spaced out evenly and Keith itched to ask one of the two occupants of the other chairs if they wouldn't mind letting him fix that. Keith wouldn't necessarily call himself OCD, but there were certain things that calmed him at times, and having some items in order and aligned was one activity that helped him relax some.

"Thank you, Haxus. Mr. Kogane, thank you for coming." the deep voice that the man–Dr. Ulaz, Keith realized after a second–used was meant to be warm or at least inviting. But Keith could feel neither emotion, not even in the smile he was give as Ulaz breached the space between himself and Keith to hold his hand out in greeting.

Keith narrowed his eyes for a moment, trying and failing to place the man to the previous time that he had to visit the labs. Keith couldn't remember any of their faces, save for the head of the project: the lady with the platinum silver hair, though her name was nowhere to be found in his memory.

"Uh, yeah." Keith took the hand and shook it, not at all missing the strong grip that the other possessed. Like Haxus before him, Ulaz was even more far off from the image of a doctor or scientist. In fact if Keith had seen him out on the street, he would have pegged Ulaz to be more of a motorcycle enthusiast and probably own his own repair shop like his uncle. Keith also noticed that Ulaz held himself in a similar way to Kolivan. They both exuded a commanding air though Ulaz's effect was lessened considerably by the large unmanicured grayed eyebrows and the low cut mohawk that ran the length of his head. There were probably a mess of tattoo's under his sleeves as well, if the small peek of ink Keith had seen from earlier was any indication, he was even willing to bet that Ulaz had full on tattoo sleeves.

"I know this must be a little disconcerting, but if you would allow me a few moments of your time, I will let you know why you have been asked here today." Ulaz snapped Keith out of his observations and released his hand before motioning to the empty chair that stood off to the side of the other two occupied ones.

Keith made to move over to the seat when his eyes caught those of the other two attendants in the room. The first thing that Keith noticed was that they were practically the same person, identical twins, his brain supplied helpfully. Though one of them was clearly more into body building than the other, he also had a skunk tail of all things adorning his head–not that Keith had any room to judge because of his mullet, as Lance was so fond of reminding Keith. Other than that and the scar skunk tail had running across his nose, Keith was seeing double. He was sure he made a face of confusion because it was returned to him two-fold by the twins, though before he could ask what was going on, Ulaz cleared his throat.

"I apologize for delaying this for so long, Mr. Shirogane, but as the matter also involves Mr. Kogane, we had to give him some time to arrive." Ulaz began as Keith too took his seat.

"Of course." one of the two spoke up, and call Keith crazy but there was a tense note to the voice of the speaker, Keith momentarily wondered if it was just his imagination conjuring it up, but a sideways glance proved him right. The twin with the white streak was noticeably more tense than his brother.

Keith was sure that Dr. Ulaz could see that as well, even though he didn't comment on it.

Ulaz took a deep breath and leaned forward on his desk to lace his fingers together as he regarded the two parties. "There is no easy way to say this gentlemen, but it is not something that we can keep to ourselves as it directly involves you both." the man took a breath, letting them take in what he had disclosed so far.

"Involves?" Keith echoed at the same time that one of the twins spoke up, "Both of them?"

Ulaz gave a curt nod. "It came to our attention that one of our members was taking a liberty that was never meant to be part of our project. Quintessence Labs was, as we have stated publicly, working on making a genetic library for future generations to be able to trace their ancestors as far back as possible. And in order to achieve those results, samples were needed.

"Mr. Kogane, your sample was volunteered when you signed up to a program of ours a little over eighteen months ago, and Mr. Shirogane your sample was–I'm sorry to say acquired without your consent. We are still tracing down this particular involvement in the investigation, but the heart of the matter is that one of our scientists was performing an unauthorized practice and as a direct result," Ulaz took a moment to flick his gaze between the twins and then those dark eyes were on Keith, most likely checking in to make make sure they were paying attention.

Keith was. How could he not when what this man was saying made so little sense and yet it managed to set Keith on edge in a way that made his skin crawl unpleasantly. He was barely aware of the shallowness of his breaths and how hard he was gripping the armrests of the chair that he was seated in. Was this about the woman that abandoned him? Keith spared a glance over to the people seated to his left and for the briefest of moments, his mind wandered down a dangerous path.

Was he about to be told that he was the twins brother or something? Was this some weird revelation to Keith that he was not alone, and any moment now cameras from one of those ridiculous mystery shows would be shoved in his face and expect a warm and fuzzy family reunion?

"Mr. Kogane, do you need a moment?"

"I–no, no just…" Get on with it.

Ulaz seemed to get what Keith wasn't directly saying, and nodded. "As a direct result, artificial life was created. And children were made. One of those children, Mr, Shirogane, Mr. Kogane; has your genetic make up, making her your biological child."

Keith could see Ulaz's lips moving, he could hear the words being spoken, but the comprehension that came with those words was nowhere to be found. The distinct sound of something creaking resounded within the room. However, Keith gave no signs of having heard it and instead tightened his grip on the protesting armrests even after his knuckles were white with the strain and his muscles were left shaking with the pressure.

Ulaz's mouth moved again, forming words and releasing them, but Keith couldn't hear over the roar of his blood rushing through his veins and the accelerated thumping of his heart. This couldn't be real? And yet, he knew that look on his face, it was the same look that Kolivan had given him when his uncle assured Keith that his time in the foster care system was over, and that he was there. Ulaz was telling the truth, but how was it possible?

Keith swallowed harshly and before he could stop himself and gather his thoughts on the matter, he was asking. "Can I see her, please?"

And there you have it, first installment, to be fucking honest with you, this was written in like 2 days XD, I have more plans for this, and hope to actually finish this unlike my abandoned Strangers series.

As you can see Lance is bilingual, his translations are (in case you need them):
a la fregada = to hell/to fuck
Bello = Beautiful, because Lance reminding Keith that he is a beautiful person is important
Animo = this one is like "keep your head up"

Edit: May 15th 2018, I was kindly told that Shiro had a younger brother named Ryou in the Go Lion version of the series, so Kuron is now Ryou, for those that read this before the Update, Reiji is now Ryou. Thank you!~ And yes, both Shiro and Ryou call each other "Big Brother" Shiro was born first, but he likes calling Ryou niichan instead of ototou. And I think this pretty much covers this chapter?

Please feel free to come yell at me over this [Leafyxthiefy on tumblr], and any name suggestions for the baby are welcome ^^, thank you for reading.