Chapter 7: Wake Up! Wake up!

( warning: harm, mention of sexual tension, other stuff )


"Keith! Takashi! Dinner!"

" Coming!" Keith and Takashi yelled simultaneously. The boys raced down the stairs.

Keith smelled the air. " Yes! Pizza!"

Takashi scratched his hair. " I thought we weren't allowed to eat junk food."

" Taka, this is dad's house. We can do whatever here!" Keith picked up a slice of pizza from the box.

" Yup." Their dad laughed. " That's right. Basically, no rules."

...

Keith got bored of playing video games. " Takashiiii!" He whined.

" Keeeeith." Takashi mocked, setting down his book.

" Stop acting like you're older than me." Keith pouted.

" I am. You're 5, I'm 10. But what do you want to do?" Takashi asked, knowingly.

" Lets go outsiiiide!" Keith grabbed Takashi's wrist, and dragged him to the living room, where their dad was sitting on the couch.

" Dad can we go outside?!" Keith asked excitedly.

" It's kinda dark out..." their dad mumbled.

" But Dad! We'll be careful! Right Taka?"

" Yes. Careful." Takashi rolled his eyes.

" ... Okay. Go have fun."

Keith and Takashi went out in the front yard, and Keith found a basketball. " Hey, Taka, catch!" Keith threw threw the ball.

Takashi caught the ball. " I wish you wouldn't call me Taka. How hard is it to add ' shi'?" He threw it back.

" It's a nickname!" Keith whined, pushing the basketball back.

" And what am I supposed to call you, KeeeIIIIIIITTTTHHHH! HMPHMH!"

Keith suddenly became overly confused. " Taka?"

The other boy didn't respond.

" TAKASHI?!" Keith yelled.

Keith saw fire being lit down the block, and he ran for it, slowly hearing the muffled yelling.

Keith was about to turn the corner when he heard voices of older people.

" Oh... sweet child. So small, so innocent. How old are you? Thirteen? Maybe twelve..." A cracked and horrible woman's voice rang out with a chilling touch.

" I'M TEN! LET ME GO!" Takashi yelled.

" Didn't he have a brother?" A deep male voice came.

" On the contrary. They're not really related. But you didn't know that, now did you, little Takashi Shirogane? Why did you think you and Keith's last name's are different?" The woman spoke evily.

" Can we burn him?! Can we kill him?! Can we choke hs brother right infront of him?!" A boy laughed, and Keith gasped.

Luckily, nobody heard.

" Let. Me. Go." Takashi said angirly.

Keith took the risk of peeking around the corner. Everybody's backs were turned to Keith, except Takashi. He was tied up to the wall, facing Keith and the people. Takashi's eyes widened.

"Prince Lotor, the tape, please." The woman held out her hand.

"Yes, madam Haggar." The boy, Lotor, handed Haggar a roll of masking tape. Haggar taped Takashi's mouth shut.

" Sir Zarkon, what are we doing with the boy again?" Haggar asked.

Zarkon, the man, crossed his arms. We show him what we can do. "

Lotor shifted. " Why this guy though? He's not pretty like the other one! Rolo is so much prettier." He spoke dreamily.

" Prettier. Son, we don't say that about guys." Zarkon said.

" Why not?" Lotor asked.

" Because."

Takashi was staring at Keith desparately. Keith was just remembering having this conversation with his mom.

" Son. The blade." Zarkon held his hand out.

Lotor brout out a small dagger, and Keith didn't watch. He'd seen that same knife in his dad's closet. Keith knew it hurt from expeirence. He had one accidentally cut his finger.

Suddenly, Keith heard the knife meet shomething, and a swoosh, followed by the sound of Takashi crying and screaming.

" Arm, Prince Lotor." Haggar said.

Keith didn't know what had happened, but Takashi was somehow able to speak again,

and he was crying." You already took my arm! What more do you want?!"

" Father, can i have the speaking moment?" Lotor asked.

" Yes, son. Meet us by the van when you get finished." Zarkon said, and Keoth heard footsteps coming his way, so Keith snuck in a narrow dark crack in the wall that he could fit in.

Keith watched as Zarkon and Haggar walked by him. Once he was sure they were gone, Keith went back to looking around the corner. At a closer glance, Lotor looked maybe Takashi's age to Keith. When Keith blinked again, he saw that Takashi's right arm was now... metal.

Lotor picked up the knife again. " You know, i was kidding when i said that you weren't pretty. I actually think you're very cute. Better than that Rolo Alieno or Matt Holt. Matt didn't let me touch him, he's a baby. What's your name?"

Takashi took in a shaky breath. " Takashi. Shirogane."

" Oh!" Lotor clapped his hands, not even caring that he was holding a blade. " You're a Shirogane! You know, i always loved that last name. Never the first names. And the 'Gane' part. Just Shiro. Hey.. i got an idea."

" What." Takashi spat.

" I'm Lotor. Prince Lotor. But you can just call me sweetheart. And, you see this knife here? You know what I'm gonna do with it?" Lotor dragged the flat on the dagger on Takashi's chest.

" No."

" This." Lotor cut the ropes off Takashi's wrists and ankles, but didn't let him go anywhere. Lotor threw the weak Takashi to the ground, and took Takashi's shirt off. Lotor started to drag the knife across Takashi's back, and Keith watched in silent horror.

" Lotor. And. Shiro." Lotor spoke, shaking his bloody hand, to no avail of getting any blood off.

Lotor made Shiro face him. " Now. You will make everyone call you Shiro. And if you don't, i can and will hurt you in more fucking ways than you can imagine." Lotor made Takashi stand, and he rubbed his hand over Takashi's open wound.

He held one finger up to Takashi's lips. " Promise me."

Takashi stuttered. " I-i-"

" PROMISE ME GODDAMNIT!" Lotor screamed in his face.

" I promise. Takashi whispered.

Lotor smiled evily. " Good." Lotor attatched his lips to Takashi's, and gripped the back of his neck.

Aaand that's when Keith lost it. He lunged at Lotor, screaming. " LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!" Keith scratched at Lotor's eye.

" K-keith!" Takashi gripped Keith's hand with his bloody one. Keith followed Takshi as best as could to keep up with his brother's fast speed.

Keith heard their dad calling. " Boys?! Boys!"

" DAD!" Keith yelled.

Keith and Takashi made it to their father, and Keith and Takshi both were crying.

" Takashi's hurt! T-the guy hurt him and and and-" Keith screamed.

" Oh my god." Their father ushered the boys inside and called 911.

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" So just tell me you're names and what happened." The policeman said.

Takashi looked at Keith, and Keith gave him a big hug.

" This is Keith Kogane, my younger brother. His father's name is Nick Kogane." Takashi spoke more calmly now.

Keith's breathing was shaky.

Takashi stood out of his chair, and turned to where his back was facing the policeman. He pulled his newfound shirt over his head. In scratchy and red letters across his back, were the words

Lotor

and

Shiro

" And my name is Shiro."

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" Keith? Keith, don't make me pour this water over your head. Keith? Kogane! WAKE UP!"

Keith's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Lance holding a water bottle over his head.

" Lotor." Keith muttered angirly.

" What?" Lance asked.

Keith jumped out of the bed, and grabbed his jacket off the desk chair, slipping it on.

" That little bastard." Keith said to himself. " Think i forgot you, huh? Yeah, well, guess again you shithead."

" Um, Keith? Who's Lotor?!" Lance threw his hands up in the air, and he set the water bottle down, as the two went down the hall, into the kitchen.

Hunk chuckled. " I thought you's never wake up, Keith."

" Hi, Hunk." Keith grumbled, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.

" Seriously, who's Lotor?" Lance asked. Hunk raised an eyebrow, as he was making some sort of breakfast.

" The jackass who thought it might be funny to screw up Takashi and my life." Keith rolled his eyes.

" Who's Takashi?" Lance and Hunk questioned in unision.

" Ugh! Fucking Shiro! Thats- that's not his name. It's Takashi. Hunk, once you get done with that," Keoth pointed to the eggs frying on the pan, " come meet me at the studio, i need to show you something."

Keith ran out the apartment door. Then he came back in. He walked out again with his bag. " You too, Lance!" He yelled before shutting the door.

" Okay bye." Lance mumbled.