welp, ive been sick , in pain , and depressed so i went and forgot where this story was supposed to go, soooo i had to think of a new plot.
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dont worry already have a good plan.an okay plan.
You know the warnings by now,
SOME MORE ABUSE MENTIONED
AND FORCED MARRIAGE, ASWELL AS SLIGHT AND I MEAN SLIGHT MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSULT.
I GOT CARRIED AWAY DONT WORRY ITS SLIGHT AND NOT REALLY TALKED ABOUT
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semi shiro POV
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The next day went suprisingly peacefully, though Kieth did keep to himself more then usual.
Though Shiro disliked it he rather have a closed off Keith then a broken down keith like he did yesterday.
The others however save for Lance and Coran (and hunk but thats for the fact hes a sweety) well basicaly Allura and somewhat Pidge found it a bit irritating.
Allura belived it was putting them off track for defeating the Empire, and Pidge was irritated because Allura seemed to be complaining to her (and the others but they wont say anything about it) instead of just telling Keith straight out.
Keith however looked like shit, to say the least.
His dark hair was ruffled and messy and the obvious bags under his eyes were more promanant then ever.
He was slow and looked exahusted, and everyone but Allura seemed to notice.
But to be fair she was focused on the team as a whole it only made sense she didnt notice each and every detail.
After practice Hunk offered to make lunch for everyone but Keith declined and quickly retreated into his room.
Hunk looked sad but an understanding glint sparkled in his eye.
He was gratfull Hunk understood that Keith was upset and didnt take it personally.
Lance seemed to give Keith a suspicious look before he left, it wasnt acusing but more of a 'ill find out whats going on with you ' look.
The Lunch was quiet an obvious question hanging over them.
He sighed and they hadnt even gotten to earth yet.
(normal 3rd POV)
The next day was again silent, atleast for half of it.
"LANCE"
Keith came storming out of his room pure unfiltered furry shown in his eyes as he made his way to the now not so confident blue paladin.
"explain"
Keith seemed to growl the words his eyes screaming murder as lance babbled on and on about how keith never wore any colour.
Shiro and the others were confused until they saw what he was wearing.
A plerithra of colour it was to say the least.
Pidge covered their mouth keeping in a snort the best they could while hunk and Allura both seemed to giggle into their hands.
Keiths normal clothing had been bleached and dyed rainbow, green and yellow blotched his shirt a large spash of blue near the collar, his pants looked like they were used to clean up any of the extra dye or bleach that dripped onto the floor.
luckly Lance left his jacket alone but now Keith didnt have any wearable clothing.
Coran and Allura got to work imediately lokking for somthing keith could wear.
Coran and Allura found what resembled a blackish grey turtle neck without sleeves and a pair of long black pants similar to keiths originals though a strange desighn of holes near the ankles were offputting though it was covered with the boots Coran found, he stated Keiths didnt match the style.
The sweater was a bit weird it had two zippers on both sides of his neck leading down to where his neck became soulder, he didnt see a purpose for it.
Coran claimed it was mostlikely for a species of alian that needed neck room, which was understandble.
After that fiasco Keith left to once again curl up in his room and not allow anyone in, not even Shiro.
Returning to the 'living room' where everyone else seems to have gathered and he sighed plopping onto the couch.
"hey shiro, i just realized something"
Pidge said looking up form their computer, with a slightly curious look.
"If keith is from a Clan , and if im correct most traditional clans are wealthy. then...why was he living in that cabin in the dessert"?
Shiro sighed again, leave it to pidge to ask the real questions.
" well, Keith was only aloud to stay in America while he was at the garrison, other wise the his family would retrive him, it was the agreement keith had made with them"
he paused, "wait, so he was hiding from them? but, why"
Lance, the boy was purely family oriented, the question was accompanied by a concerned look from Hunk.
"as ive mentioned they dont get along togeather, keith hates them and they dont exactly like keith either. thats all I should be telling you, im gonna go train"
He left.
Pidge turned to the others a serious look on their face.
"He just gave us some info"
the others looked confused until Lance jumped up, "he said that keiths family didnt like him! he never told us that before"
Pidge nodded and looked over to Hunk who looked more worried then ever.
"guys i think we should leave this alone, i mean...its. one of our business getting involved"
Allura sighed before stepping forward.
"this not only effects Voltron but Keith, and Shiro, its obviously stressing them both out, I truely wish to know the cause of their troubles but Shiro wont betray Keiths trust and it wouldnt be a good idea to stress either more then they already are"
Everyone nodded.
"yes well! we will be arriving early in Earths atmosphere tomarrow 'night'! we will be able to find out information there im sure! these contacts of theirs must know more!"
Coran cheared before ushering them to the training room "why dont we train some and then eat! after that a good rest!"
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Keith sat in his room holding a small scrap book he always kept in his pocket.
dome were good memories, some bad.
One picture was of him and his father, they looked almost nothing alike, he said he took after his mother...
Another was of him covered in paint the same colour as the wall, thats when they built that shack...
He skimmed through them untill he hit a specific one that made him stop.
A younger him, maybe 9 or so, a pair of jeans and t-shirt a sad yet scared look on his face, and behind him- behind him was his grandmother and grandfather, serious and cold looks, their dark coloured kimonos showed cold and dark power.
He hated that day.
Next was one he liked , him in a kimono of his own but in lighter tones of red standing next to a taller and slightly older boy with black hair and a dark grey and blue kimono on. He frowned lightly.
The boy was kind once, someone that was supposed to hate him, he didnt...until he changed.
in another picture was him and the boy again, but someone else was with them, Shiro.
He remembered meeting Shiro at the festival. He and the boy were hiding from the family gaurds when they bumped into Shiro, almost getting caught.
Those days were fun.
Things stopped being fun after a while.
He rememdered the bruises, burns and pain.
The shock, the hate, the depression and insults leading to self depreciation.
And finaly hoplessness.
He flipped to one that was wasnt that old one he remembered well, he was around 15, a few months before he made the deal so he could attend the garrison.
he stood with his hair longer then it was now and a light coloured kimono and a defeated dark look in his usualy light purple eyes.
Next to him was the boy, much older taller and defined, a dark smug look in his eyes his arm wrapped around the youngers waist.
Daishi Siju.
His technically fiance.
He hated that word, it was supposed to be something you called someone you loved.
Not some bastard who could care less about you unless in involved sex.
The perverted bastard had said and attempted many vulgar things but Keith never alowed him to get far at all.
Even then he wasnt defenseless.
Shiro had given him self defence lessons long before the marriage anouncment and before Shiro left for the garrison himself.
Didnt mean it didnt frighten him.
The fear of being drugged lead to dehydration and starvation.
Fear lead to amost total obedience.
And pain lead to fear.
He couldnt win.
In the picture he saw a small silver ring on his own finger.
He was supposed to wear it even at the garrison but he disobeyed that rule.
He still kept it on him incase, he still, even in space had the fear of them finding him somehow.
Now here they were returning to the same place he vowed to never come back to unless they were to drag his body back dead and cold.
He wiped the tears from his face dropping the book on the ground and changing into a pair of shorts and a sleep shirt he was given after Shiro found out he slept in his cloths.
He layed down and curled into the thick comforter closing his eyes.
He didnt want to go home.
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got a little carried away but oh well hope o did okay?
still really sad and stressed as fuck.
thanks highschool.