I don't remmber anything really explicit happening in this chapter. but it's like 1:30 am i just wrote it. will fix any mistakes in morning.
It was definitely the best idea ever to get drunk. Lance was living it up right now. He had his trusty sidekicks with him tonight. The always Hunky hunk and dr Evil herself Professor Katie Holt. or as she prefers. " Piiiiidge! Pidgeyyyy pidegeeeeotoooo. Thanks for being the driver toniight" she pushed him off " Yeah yeah. Just no vomiting in my car like last time!" Lance gave her a hug before running off to grab another rum and coke.
Pidge looked at Hunk " Any idea whats wrong with him?"
"Nah, I dunno. He only gets this way when he's in one of his moods though. Asking you to be the driver too? He almost never does that! Wish he would tell us instead of getting wasted.."
"Hmm. I mean he still hasn't told us much about him at all to be honest and how long have we known him?"
"Uuuuh...god i can't think right now dear." Hunk himself had been drinking a bit as well having stuff shoved in his face the moment Lance dragged them out to the bar. " it's been like 8 years Hunk! Lance only told us his last name after like half of that… Who is he"
"Are you going to go on one of your Lance is an alien theories again? Guy just likes his privacy! Besides he told us enough. Born in cuba. Traveled around a bit. Blah blah. Sad he's only working retail though. He could easily get out of that dumb store…"
"He wouldn't do that coran. Dude's like a….father? Uncle? to him."
Lance returned at that moment to hang off Hunk again " What's wrong with me...why am i so messed up.." he sobbed into his best buddies shoulder. It took a lot for Lance to get drunk and they both knew he never got wasted which made the sight of him bawling his eyes out and completely wasted to be even more surprising. " Hey it's ok buddy! You can talk to us we're here for you. What's wrong?"
"I can't…" he yawned out with a sniffle, cuddling into his friend. " I can't die…" he finished before falling asleep. Hunk just sighed and picked him up. " Time to get him home then. " Pidge grabbed her keys looking at their sleeping friend " What do you think he meant by he can't die? Do you think he's sick and that's what he's not telling us? I don't want him to die either.." Hunk simply shook his head and shrugged " Who knows. Lets get him home for now. We'll ask him first thing in the morning."
Shiro was readying his cabin. Tonight was the night him and Keith would meet up again. He could not wait to gloat that he got to their prey first. He could already imagine how angry Keith will be. And an angry Keith was better in bed. Everything was cleaned up, floors mopped, cabin as pristine as the day he finished building it. Remote home no one knew about not even his 'friends' on the force knew about his real home. Keith would be there soon, he was making one of their traditional meal they had after one of their competitions. Italian sausage spaghetti in vodka sauce. He made it when he won! Which he had looking at the eye he had on display.
"We picked someone so wonderful. Aaah he was so lovely until the end." It was a memory that would last forever. That pretty blue eye was displayed on the fire mantle for Keith to see upon entering the cabin. It gazed back almost as lovingly as Shiro gazed at it. It brought Shiro back to the night when they had picked out their victim. They were having a date night. Hadn't even intended to start a competition. But then they both saw him. It was instant pull. They knew they had to kill him. Sometimes they did kills together yet this time. They both wanted to take their time with him. " Aaah he was so perfect"
~Flash Back~
They were sitting at a table around the middle of the restaurant. Both in suits, non smoking section. Nasty habit they both despised. " Keith you look amazing tonight" Shiro complimented his boyfriend while sipping his wine, he prefered white. It went well with his smoked trout dish. Keith on the other hand had a glass of ,slightly overfilled, red wine and a well done steak. Neither were huge drinkers but it was date night and they enjoyed enough other's presence. After all it was hard to find someone who would accept every part of you. Someone you didn't have to hide any secrets from and be yourself.
They had freed each other in ways that no one else could and it made them as close now as they ever were. " I could say the same for you." Keith replied a hint of something on his lips, eyes checking out his boyfriend quite thoroughly. Shiro felt a tingle at the implications. Excited for what the night would bring for them. " Have you decided to leave that filthy garage and get a better job yet?" It was a tease laced with some hope that Keith would actually listen to Shiro for once. Keith was wasting his potential working on cars,well bikes in his case. Sure it helped them clean up their crimes but it wouldn't work forever.
" I don't know officer have you decided to apply for detective yet?" Ouch that was a sore spot for Shiro. Given his current life the amount of hours that go into being a detective would make it actively harder for him to kill. And they both couldn't stop that itch. " Well i….i...Wow." Shiro was the first to notice him. Deeply natural tan skin walked in, a man on his arm that Shiro barely noticed to busy staring at that smooth looking skin. Those fluffy brown locks and most striking of all. " those blue eyes…" Keith followed his gaze to the door a small gasp leaving his lips as well. "Shiro.."
" I know babe. Me too."
"Ours."
"Yes."
"No…"
"What?"
"Mine." Keith grinned looking back at his boyfriend. " I can get to him before you even finish laying out your plan~"
Shiro returned the grin " oh you're on." he purred pulling his boyfriends tie bringing him into a kiss. After breaking it they noticed their new target sitting down with his date. " We'll follow him home tonight then tomorrow our hunt begins."
"Babe?"
"Yes keith?"
"Im going to fuck you until you can't move"
"Oh my, trying to cheat already~"
" I just know a great strategy, Ta- ka- shi~" Keith whispered, his eyes never leaving Shiro's. Shiro felt a spike of arousal, Keith loved playing dirty and nothing riled Shiro up then using his first name. " Oh you're in for it now Kitten."
~End Flashback~
Shiro smiled fondly looking back, as a rule they never learned their targets name. Neither liked knowing who they were going to kill as a person. None of them were really worth learning about in their opinion. Part of him had wanted to know this last one's name. Something drew him to that man. Even now he felt a slight pull as if the eye was beckoning him to find the body. Sadly it was probably fish food by now. Lost to the river. He sighed. " Im feeling a bit melancholy now." He really had to let it go though. No point in living in the past he always felt. "Keep moving forward."
A knock came right on time, dinner was almost ready! " You're bit late tonight Keith!" He greet opening the door giving his boyfriend a kiss and pulling him inside. " Hey Shiro! Hey haha!" Keith smiled kissing back with small laughter as he was pulled inside. After they finally parted, Shiro checked on the food while Keith set down his bag. "Smells amazing as always babe but is that what i think it is?" Keith was very confused grabbing the new photo album from his bag. It was blue with rhinestones on it. Filled with pictures of his time with his kill. He knew that smell. Knew what it meant but it confused him because...he had the kill. Shiro should of been making Keith's winner meal. Delicious barbecue. Not...spaghetti like Shiro won. "Did you somehow buy the wrong stuff?" He asked getting close to where Shiro was placing the food down on the plates.
"Of course not babe, you know I make this when I win."
"You didn't."
"But I did. I video taped it and everything like always."
"Babe I got him first. I have photos! Time stamped like always!"
"My darling you must be mistaken! His eye is right there" Shiro pointed to it with the slotted spoon so fast causing sauce to splatter onto keith. Which did not help the growing anger in his eyes. "I'm telling you you're wrong. LOOK!" Keith slammed open the album on the table. The pictures were clear as day. Shiro set down the spoon and bowl. Eyes wide with disbelief at what he was looking at. " This..this is him but I..i know i killed him." He put it back down rushing for the remote. Pressing the buttons to turn on the tv near them. On popped their prey still asleep, to Shiro splashing him awake with water.
It was Keith's turn to stare at the screen not believing what was in front of him. " Twins!" He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. " That's got to be it right?" he laughed a bit manic. After all there was no other way for the same man to be killed twice. Shiro just nodded slowly but he stared at the photograph Keith took. He studied it and where he paused his own video. The man looked exactly the same. Even the most identical twins had some difference. And he had staked out their apartment for over a month not seeing any indication of twins. " Maybe he just visited when you grabbed him. I grabbed him straight from his work!"
"I did too though! I paid some brats to smash the cameras and grabbed him from the back." Keith said shaking his head at this entire situation. " but maybe..maybe his twin was visiting and that's who i grabbed.. Yeah maybe." Shiro nodded. He sighed a bit. " Well we won't have to worry then. We both got the kill then" Shiro laughed, Keith in turn did as well. With the panic leaving them as the only conclusion they could come to, they settled in to eat. They begun to look through and enjoy each others kill. "I'll have to buy the ingredients for bbq tomorrow and we'll celebrate your kill. Those photos are beautiful. He looks so lovely especially when he gives in to you at the end. His face as you fuck him is divine my love"
Keith gave a sheepish smile " Not as lovely as yours. You got him so riled up and that look of realization when you pointed out him enjoying himself. Oh god i could watch it a million times. I wish...we learned their names."
"Heh that's funny i was thinking the same thing. Maybe we can learn it tomorrow."
"Ah that's right. Got to stick with our second tradition of buying or taking something from their place of work~ You know. You really could use a new tv for the dining room. Might as well get one tomorrow. A big one to watch this amazing tape over and over again. " Keith happily slurped his dinner up. It was a great idea Shiro thought about it. He had a massive tv in the living room to watch but they usually watched at the dinner table. Their target had worked in the electronics department. Maybe a new tv would be nice. "Or maybe a new game. We have been a bit busy and i do miss kicking your ass."
"Oh no you don't! I'll take you on any time any day." Keith challenged, food half eaten as he started the playstation. " Mortal kombat. Me and you right now. "
Shiro couldn't talk him out of it…
Lance was having a terrible...Terrible...no good...fucking bad day ok? It was 5 am and he was woken by a call, by one of his least fave people right now ,the biggest lie he loved him but it was 5 in the fucking morning the sun wasn't even up. "Uuugh Coran I can't I drank all night. I feel sick."
"My boy I really need your help! Justin quit this morning! I cannot believe the nerve of some people! I have advil and fresh coffee for you but i really need help opening. I can't do it alone. You don't' have to stay all day. Trish comes in for her shift at 12 and you can go home then."
Lance was very weak when Coran asked him to do stuff. Mostly cause Coran was his uncle..ok not his real uncle but the reincarnation of his uncle. When Lance found him after college he immediately agreed to work with him. He didn't want to lose the only family member he's found reincarnated. Even if Coran didn't know him or who he was. They had a bond. And He knew Coran felt it. " Alright Tío. I'll be in. I gotta be quiet though. Hunk and Pidge decided to steal my guest room. Think they wanted to make me talk. Actually thanks for the great excuse to get out of that." He smiled hearing Coran's laugh as they hung up.
Quiet as a mouse he got ready, dressed up and ….slightly not looking like he was run over by a vodka monster. He then remembered he didn't know where his car was… " Fuck what did Shiro do to my car?" he groaned. Work wasn't to far away but just far enough that walking would be a bitch. He could borrow Pidge's car but then she'd either kill him or use it as an excuse to ask him what he meant when he said he couldn't die last night.. Uuugh he still hates that he said that. Lance just sucked it up and called a ride to pick him up. He had a bad feeling about today, but could not place his hands on it. " Maybe it's just the hangover" he convinced himself it was just that. That and having to go into work on a day off. Having to deal with the last situations he found himself in. Whatever it was he wanted the feeling to go away.
The coffee and advil helped a lot. Lance downed 3 cups before he felt good enough to actually help Coran with opening all the shutters and unlocking the doors and opening registers. Coran had the from until 1 pm then Slav came in to take over. He was the co owner with Coran. Lance did not like Slav….Luckily the man didn't like working so he only worked one day a week. Which was usually Lance's day off. He silently thanked Coran for that since he made the schedule. Lance was stuck til 12 or more likely 1 as well given Trish loved to be tardy a lot.
"Thank you again for helping me out. By the way I wanted to ask you what happened to your car? Is that why you were drinking my boy?" Lance snapped up at the mention of his car " Oh yeah! Did you see how it was totaled? My poor baby blue!"
"Well i understand how you feel when i saw it this morning i was shocked! Why haven't you gotten it moved yet to be repaired?" Coran's questions pried further then Lance needed right now. He was not sure he could handle this line of questioning. He had no real answers. " I guess i was too shocked. Just wanted to drink and forget for a bit. Maybe i need a vacation!" he half joked about that. Coran just waved him off with a lighthearted chuckle getting back to his own work.
There was a lot going on and it wouldn't hurt for Lance to take some time to sort out what he wanted to do. Two serial killers would be after him after no missing posters go up or no bodies are found. His secret which he holds so very dear will be found out. Lance honestly had no clue what he would do if someone found out his secret. He guessed if it had to be anyone a serial killer would be best. "I mean if they tried to expose me they'd have to admit they killed me…"
"What was that Lance?"
"Oh nothing Boss man! I'm finished with this pallet so i'll open up electronics now. Anything you need before I move over there? "
"Nope! All good over here!"
"Alrighty!" Lance smiled moving to his post among machines. He found a bit of irony that he was a roughly 17th century boy living in the 21st century. When he was young his biggest fear was not having enough children to help his farm grow and keep his family name alive….Now his biggest fear is becoming a government experiment. Hell he'd rather be taken by aliens. Lance wondered how different his life would of been if he never dated that witch. If he just married the woman his pop wanted him to. If he never lived through the industrial revolution. Traveled the world. He wondered often how different things would be. How different he would be. " There really no point in thinking to much into it.. " he sighed.
It was dead in the store. No one showed up this early. Lance hated morning shift. As much as he would love to work with Coran more closely he hated how quiet and still the morning was. That man was a morning person through and through. Lance just couldn't do it personally. It was barely 8 now. Sun peaking over the horizon. No one except those going to work were awake right now. "Even Hunk's garage doesn't open til 11.." Honestly He had no idea why Coran opened so early. It was very rare someone stopped by. Often it was a trucker passing through town or the occasional drunk needing advil. But electronics? No no one wanted to buy anything from electronics until at least the afternoon. Maybe that's why Trish was always later. She knew as well as he did this end was as dead as a doornail in the mornings.
He just sat in the chair watching stuff on his phone to pass the time. The bell for the shop hadn't gone off once yet so he wasn't worried. " Aww lil sebastian. You silly pony." Lance loved watching parks and rec in his down time. The show was pure hearted and hilarious. He might have a small crush on Donna and Tom. " Friendship goals" he wished. He had the money and he would often use the excuse 'treat yo self' to buy stuff he could never justify when questioned later.
" For some reason that reminds me i need to call the tow truck and hunk...after work." damn he might not be able to get out of talking to hunk after all. "Wait! Duh! Car perfect excuse!" he let out a big huff of relief. Lance let a big smile grace his face " Maybe my gut was wrong maybe today won't be so bad! It's already almost 11." thanks to watching shows until he lost track of time " and I can give Hunk a reason why i was so upset last night." he couldn't help how being so happy at how things came together. He didn't lose his car. He wouldn't have to explain to hunk. And he got to spend a good part of the morning with Coran! Which really was the icing on the cake really. " I have to treat him to dinner soon" Lance mused going back to his show.
A ding rang across the store, Lance didn't bother looking up. No one bought electronics this early. Probably someone stopping in for snack food or light grocery shopping. He heard Coran welcome them. " oh! I believe the largest television we carry is 90 inch. There's an associate in the electronics section who can help you out! He'll know exactly where it is sirs!"
Ok Lance heard that… "Fuck of course someone wants to buy a tv right now. Because fuck me right universe?" he just sighed putting his phone away before the customers see him. Coran probably knew that's why he talked so loudly. Made lance smile how much the man watched out for him. "I am definitely taking him out for dinner now. Man deserves to be pampered. " Lance put on his best service face. Large grin and ready to sell the most expensive tv they have. He however did not expect the universe to fuck him over this much. Lance did the only thing he could think of in this moment. This hellish moment. Where the universe placed BOTH the serial killers who killed him in front of knows it's both because well Officer Shirogane was hard to remember and so was that mullet. Both who seemed equally frazzled to see him. Alive. So lance. Pretended not to know them at all. " Welcome! How may I help you fine gentlemen today?"
Shiro seemed unable to talk but the other one did though he stuttered out " Um oh...oh..um.. Tv.."
Shiro stepped in then " What Keith is trying to say is we are interested in buying a new tv for our house. Something big…" Lance did not like how quickly Shiro went from shocked to inquisitive. He was studying Lance. " Of course! We carry mostly Sharp and Samsung brands as well as a few off brands. Largest we have is a 90 inch HD samsung. It's very expensive though. Are you sure you wouldn't you prefer a 60 or 70 inch television?"
"No thank you. 90 inch is perfect. Can you show us where it is uuuh Lance?" Shiro's smile put him on edge. Keith didn't seem to understand it either given the confused look he gave his companion. Lance hoped to god that they would just think he had a doppelganger and move on Still he nodded and lead them to the back of the store where the bigger displays were held. "Here you are sirs. Let me know if you need help loading and carrying. Coran can check you out at the front." Lance tried to get away but felt a hand on his shoulder stopping him.
It was Shiro. The look on his face evolved into a predatory one " Hey now don't rush off while dealing with customers. It's very rude. I have a few…." his paused made lance gulp " Questions about the tv."
"Questions?"
"Yes. Does it have good surround sound? "
"I believe it does. It says so right here on the box. As well as any other information you could need sir. Now I really should"
"Hey now Lance. What's the rush?" Shiro's grip tightened a bit. " Hey this is an odd question but you wouldn't happen to have a brother...or two would you?"
Being frightened and in a proverbial corner Lance did not think how his answer would help him only said the truth " No, I'm an only child." Keith and Shiro exchanged a look after that answer.
"Lance Lance, lancey lancey lancey. You have some explaining to do…" Shiro's gaze was cold as steel. Keith's matched his. Lance didn't know what to do. He was trying everything he could not to hyperventilate right then and there.
"Lance I'm here for my shift!" Trish walked to the back back smiling and waving at him. " hi! Coran said to relieve you and take over from here while you count down your drawer. What happened to your car B. T. Ws? It's completely totalled!"
"Trish! You're not only on time but early for once! It's a miracle! Hallelujah! Praise the lord almighty!" he was only half joking.
She pushed his shoulder " Shut it! You dork! Go countdown i'll finish answering any questions these two have. And F. Y. I. Coran called told me you had a rough night so I rushed. So you owe me one!"
Lance waved as he walked by " Sure! Whatever you want. Take care of Shiro and Keith there! Make sure they get the extended warranty too!" Lance was just glad to be away from them and running towards his register. He felt their eyes on him as he disappeared.
Trish was too focused on her coworker to notice the customers whispering to each other.
Shiro looked at Keith " I only said your name. Not mine.. His car is the one I got vandalized… It's him..but how?" Keith looked at Shiro with the same questions and said " Something's not right here…" Shiro agreed.
"We have to have a talk with our dear Lance.."
