Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron Legendary Defender, just the story idea.
Keith shivers in the night air, hunching himself inside his midriff jacket. His pouting face lingers as memories from an hour ago pop up once more. He had a fight with his best friend, Shiro, a man who is like his brother. They get along well but sometimes they don't agree with everything. The pale skinned man sighs as he shakes his head, forcing his mind to blank for all of four seconds.
He needs some kind of release, or an escape from reality for just a few minutes. It wouldn't hurt. He could just daze off and imagine another world, one full of adventure. Maybe a universe where he's actually needed, when he's not lonely all the time. A world where he has a family that won't judge him on his looks, who he likes, where he's from, what his history is.
A world comes into his mind with six figures. One he recognizes instantly as Shiro. He smiles a little as random scenes play out. Out of the other five, one of them seems to be a person that loves picking a fight with him. They're tall, lanky, kind of a goof-ball, but Keith feels they mean well and is secretly smart. Another two, one short and the other big boned, seem incredibly smart and jovial, but he doesn't know how close he could possibly be with them. The last two taller people have ears that are not human, probably elfish but not at the same time. A small family, but one Keith probably wouldn't mind having.
As Keith dreams on, he's unaware of where he's walking. He bumps into someone, knocking him out of his slightly happy daydream, and scowls.
"Watch where you're going, mullet." The guy he bumped into scowls at him.
Keith feels like talking back but bites his tongue. Whoever the guy is, he's not worth it. He just keeps on walking, until a hand pulls him back by his elbow.
"Dude, you're not going to apologize? How rude can you get?"
"Whoa, chill out, man." Another voice speaks up as a big boned guy rests a hand on the taller thin one's shoulder. "Just let it go, Lance."
"Not until he apologizes!"
"Why apologize when you could have easily avoided bumping into me, stupid." Keith bites out.
"What'd you say?!" Lance glares, grip tightening around Keith's elbow. "The nerve of you hu-."
A shorter person comes up and slaps their hand over Lance's mouth, pulling him down to their height so they're seeing eye-to-eye. "Lance, let go of his arm." At the order, the man stubbornly lets go. Keith shakes his arm a little, about to continue walking but feels someone holding the back of his jacket. "Keith, you are half at fault here."
Flinching at the sound of his name, he sighs and looks at the short girl. "Pidge, I'm not apologizing."
Lance mumbles something into Pidge's hand with wide eyes full of surprise. The girl grins. "I could tell Shiro you're being rude to strangers without reason." She lets him go and examines her fingernails. "I mean, unless you want to apologize to our friend here."
"Who also needs to apologize," the other person states. He eyes Lance seriously. "Lance?"
The man huffs but admits defeat. Pidge finally uncovers his mouth, and he stands tall, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not apologizing until he apologizes first."
Keith's deep purple eyes glare into a smoldering blue. They silently fight with their eyes for a minute before Pidge groans. "Get over yourselves already!" She raises her arms up in exasperation. "I'm so not in a mood for this. Come on, Hunk." She waves the other guy over to follow.
When the two start leaving without him, Lance panics a bit. He swears and glowers. "I'm not apologizing. Better believe I won't forget this." He uncrosses his arms and chases the other two. "Wait up, guys!"
The black haired man watches them go, sighing and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He turns around and starts walking again, this time thinking about Pidge's friends he never saw before. He heard about Hunk a few times when the techy girl would visit and chat about her experiments the other helped her with. He vaguely remembers her talking about a Lance, but the Lance he remembers is nothing like the one he met. Not to mention that she neglected to inform him how handsome the dark skinned man is.
An immediate blush appears on his face at his thoughts. He shakes his head and sighs, brushing a hand through his hair. "I think I've been out long enough," he mutters to no one. He soon takes a turn and walks back home to his most likely worried friend.
An Unexpected Tail
Keith's not surprised when he sees Shiro pacing in front of the door. He closes it behind him with a sigh, looking to the side as he knows what to expect from his friend.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Shiro instantly comes over with a neutral face but eyes full of concern. "Where were you?"
"Out." Keith shrugs as he takes off his shoes. "Was trying to clear my head."
"You didn't get into a fight, did you?" Shiro looks him over without laying a hand on the other.
He thinks about that. "Not a physical one." That was the truth, but he still got into a small fight.
The taller man sighs, closing his eyes to calm down before opening them up again. "At least you're safe." He pats Keith's shoulder, squeezing it as he usually does. His kind of affection. He smiles at the shorter man. "So, who was it this time? The poor soul to receive your verbal wrath?"
Keith rolls his eyes as he walks past Shiro. "Some friend of Pidge's. A stupid guy." He tosses off his jacket onto the back of the couch before flopping onto one of the cushions. "We bumped into each other and he kind of overreacted, but whatever." He shrugs.
Shiro sits next to him, leaning forward on his knees with his elbows. "How's Pidge?"
"She…" Keith trails off as he remembers how she acted earlier. "She seems kind of off today. Maybe you should give her a call?" The younger man grins a little with the thought of Papa Bear Shiro giving Pidge a call. "She might relax if you talk to her."
He nods with a hum, a grin finally appearing on his face. "So, did you only fight with that fellow?"
Rolling his eyes, Keith lightly shoves the other. "Quit it. I don't check out every guy I meet."
"No, but it doesn't hurt." Shiro shrugs, standing up again so he can stretch out his right arm a little. It creaks a little as it expands slightly then rests once he's done stretching. "I should have Pidge look at this soon, anyway. Just so I know it's all good." He hits his mechanical arm lightly with a knuckle.
"Is it giving you problems?" Keith stares at it in wonder, glancing up at his brother. "Usually it's not. Did you pull it too much?"
"Well, possibly. I had to catch my car from falling down on a worker today at the garage."
"Oh god, are they okay?" Keith stands up in worry, doing the same as Shiro did to him earlier when he came back home. "Did you stress out your shoulder?"
Shiro chuckles. "He's fine. I mean, he was lucky I was there with him to let him know what's wrong with Black, but still. I haven't seen those raisers malfunction like that before." He hums in thought before shaking his head. "Anyway, I did feel an odd pull so I should have her take a look."
The shorter man nods, sighing through his nose. "Okay. So, did you still get her fixed?"
"Yeah, it was a small thing. Was in and out quick." Shiro walks around his brother and heads to the kitchen. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"No, I'm sorry." Keith follows him, watching the other grab a drink from the refrigerator. "You were only concerned about me. It's nothing to be sorry about."
A chuckle comes out of the older man. "Seems cooling off your head really does work." He teases, walking by and ruffling up Keith's hair. He laughs when the other pouts and swats his hand away. "Let's get some rest. We both have busy days tomorrow."
"You do," Keith mumbles, fixing his hair as best he can. "I'm just a college student while you're CEO of Shirogane Enterprises."
"Don't remind me," Shiro moans out before sighing. "All those meetings tomorrow. I'm not sure how I can stand it."
Keith smiles at the childish side he always sees when with Shiro. The complainer at home and diligent worker at the office. "You'll get through it. You always do." He pats his friend's shoulder encouragingly. "Goodnight, Shiro."
"Sleep tight, Keith." Shiro waves as he grabs a laptop from the kitchen table and opens it up to work some more before turning in.
Keith walks to his room and hums a tune from one of his favorite instrumental songs. Entering his room, he doesn't bother with turning the light on and goes straight to his bed. He flops on top of it and releases a long sigh. Moving his head to the side, he stares at his bedside table with a picture of himself, Shiro, Matt, and Pidge when they were younger. He smiles a little, remembering the days when those three helped him realize that people did care about him. Even after being abandoned by his mother as a baby and losing his father at a young age, he found another family to be with.
Closing his eyes, Keith slowly falls asleep, worries of the next day in the back of his mind.
Note: So, this is my first Voltron fic ever. I've gotten the courage to write other stuff besides Hetalia and this is one of the first ones that I've gotten into and am confident enough to write using the characters. I may not be accurate but I'll try my best to not make anyone too OOC. For updates you can follow my Twitter account ChamirianB but be warned about this story that I won't be updating until I've written 8-10 chapters for this story. I have everything planned out I just need to write the chapters. It's not that easy, though.
This is not beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: I hope you like the new story! Thanks for reading, lovelies! R&R.