AN (pre-chapter) - First: Thank you to my friend Nikki for the idea of Keith talking to mom and dad, or in this case, Shiro, abount Lance being mean to him and Shiro's response to that. Second: Thank you to XxxLunaRosexxX for the new follow and favorite on this story. Sorry to those beforehand, I recently decided that I'm going to start saying thanks to those following and favoriting this. I've been saying thank you to those reviewing, like vampireharry the 2. Third: I am so sorry I've been putting this off. For 2 weeks now, I've been saying I'll post another chapter, and then I get distracted by gaming and hanging out with the few friends I have.
So now, please enjoy. I do not own Voltron or any of it's characters.
Summer between 6th and 7th grade (Keith's POV-Lance's 12th birthday):
"W-why does h-he do this?" I sobbed into Shiro's chest. Mom and dad passed away when I was in 5th grade and Shiro was in 12th grade, just before Christmas. Thankfully the landlord, his name is Coran, I think, was an old friend and payed the rent for us until Shiro graduated. And then Shiro legally adopted me as his brother through Big Brothers, Big Sister. After graduation, Shiro talked with Coran, and as long as we pay half of the rent, Coran will pay the rest. Sometimes when we have trouble, Coran just has me help with chores and fixing things around the multiple buildings he owns, and he considers it payment. I basically work for him when he needs it. Coran has become like an uncle to us. "I don't know Keith. Have you tried asking him?" Shiro asks, running his fingers through my hair. I shake my head, "He's always upstairs with Pidge, and he bullies me in school. There's no time to ask him without his buddies around."
"Don't you guys walk from the bus stop to the building together?"
"Yeah, but we don't talk. We just hold hands and hum." I mumble, but I know he caught it. "You hold hands?" Shiro asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod my head and avert my gaze as my face goes red. "How do you feel about it?" he asks. "I… I don't real-" "Don't give me that bullshit. Tell me how you feel about it." he cuts off my excuse. "I like it… a lot." I drop my head down so I'm looking at my lap, "At first I was weary and confused, but after 3 years of it happening, I got used to it." "Wait. Back up. 3 years?" Shiro practically yells. I nod my head. "Well.. maybe he likes you." He says, sighing. I snap my head up, "Then why would he bully me and beat me up?" "Maybe that's how he shows affection in public." He then stands and grabs his coat. "Coran will be here shortly. Please be good." "Yeah, yeah. I'm not a little kid anymore Shiro." He ruffles my hair, "Well, you're still my little brother. Even as you grow older, you will always be my timid baby brother. Therefore, I have a right to worry. Love ya. I'll let you know when I'm on my way home." Shiro then leaves. I lay down on the couch, deciding to take a nap. About an hour later, there's a hesitant knock on the front door. I get up, half asleep, and open the door. I rub my eyes, and hear a gasp. Once I blink the sleep out of my eyes, I see Lance with his mouth open. "What are you staring at?" I ask, sleep and irritation evident in my voice.
(POV change to Lance's)
'I have never seen someone so hot while looking sleepy. Did I really just think that about Keith? Damn.' "Hello?" Keith's voice snaps me from my staring. "Huh?" "I asked if you needed something?" I blink, "Oh! Uh... Coran sent me down to get you." Keith nods and slips on his shoes before coming out into the hallway and locking the door. "Let's go." I nod and lead him to the 4th floor, where they're fixing up an apartment. "Ah! There you boys are!" Coran comes over. He holds out his hand, and I shake it. He does the same to Keith, and Keith shakes Coran's hand firmly. "Alright! I need you guys to start painting the bathrooms. We nod and he shows us how to pour the paint and set us on our way. We're about halfway done painting the 2nd bathroom when Keith breaks the humming we had going on, "Why do you do it?" "Do what?" I reply, not taking my eyes off the wall I'm painting. "You beat me and bully me in public, but then you're super nice and caring when it's just the two of us. So why?" I turn and look at him, "Does it matter? When have you ever done something nice for me?" and with that, I turn and go back to painting the wall. 'Of course it matters. There's a society full of unaccepting people.'
~Time skip to later that night-No one's POV~
~AN - Lance Soulmate Writing. Keith Soulmate Writing. I will make note for you guys so you remember.~
Keith is writing on his arm. I hate his face. And his obnoxious laugh. I hate how soft his skin is. I hate the way his pants hang off his hips. And the way he acts so carefree. I hate how he makes me feel when he holds my hand, and we act like best friends when no one is around. But most of all, I hate that I'm falling in love with him.
Lance is in the shower, singing at the meantime. In the middle of the song, he feels a sting on his arm, and chokes on the lyrics. He looks at his arm, and sees words written in red ink on his left arm. He quickly finishes up his shower and goes to his box of birthday gifts, pulling out a blue pen in a red case. He quickly scrawls out a message on his right arm. Hey! We're soulmates, huh? Mind if I ask who you hate? He doesn't get a reply. Keith has already gone to bed, and is oblivious to the sting of the pen. Lance goes to bed after about an hour of waiting for a reply.
AN (post-chapter) - Boom! So, I was going to wait until they're 13, but then that requires more thinking around to put in another piece when I already have a portion of the chapters written. And I decided that I had the perfect opportunity to implant the soulmate pens in here. i hope you liked it, I will try to get another chapter out shortly.