Here's the second chapter though it has quite bit less of the crew and two oc's which are Shiro's father and grandfather who I have named. I hope you guys don't mind them as there won't be much of them, it's just the way this chapter turned out. Oh and thanks to the two who left the reviews! I actually thought the request for Hunk was too cute not to write so that will possibly be the next chapter but I'm thinking of making this a two parter. And especially thank you to the anon who left me the paragraph about my writing! Seriously I wish I could reply to you. You made my day; I have never gotten a review of that caliber on any of my writing, fanfiction or original.

Since the whole thing with Keith's parents is confusing, I just decided that they would both be half Japanese since Galra's aren't exactly from Earth.

I hope you enjoy and don't worry, future chapters won't have as much oc interaction as this one did.

Little Keith grumbled as he glared at the girl with silvery white hair in front of him. He didn't want to be here and now he was being forced to talk to him while Shiro and his father were at the dentist. They were supposed to be back soon so Keith had figured he'd just wait in the playroom but then this strange girl's father had shown up and dropped her off. Something about babysitting but she didn't look like a baby to him.

She eyed him curiously. "My name is Allura, I'm Shiro's friend."

That sparked something in Keith. "I'm his best friend!"

He didn't care who she was, he was Shiro's favorite!

He heard a scoff on the soft grey sofa by the back wall below the window that showed off the backyard. He turned to scowl at the Jii-chan before turning back and clutched the spaceship harder. "I'm Keith."

Allura nodded, slightly wary. Considering she was two years older than the tyke, she could tell it would be difficult to get along with him. "Can I sit down here?"

Keith screwed up his lip as if he'd just eaten' a lemon and the jii-chan scolded him. "Keith, be nice. Pay her a compliment."

Keith's eyes widened. Not that! He couldn't compliment a girl! He hated how Shiro's jii-chan always make him compliment people when he was being rude. He huffed before bowing his head slightly. "Sorry… you have pretty hair."

A soft laughter came from the doorway and Keith whipped his head up to the right. "Not in Japanese silly."

Keith pouted before a genuine smile overtook it. "Taka-chan, are your teeth alright?"

Keith didn't like going to the dentist. The scary nurse lady always scrapped his gums too hard.

He nodded before sitting down and turning to Allura. "He said he's sorry and that your hair is pretty." Keith made a noise in the back of his throat and elbowed Shiro as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"Oh, I see that Keith and Allura are here. Sorry for leaving you alone pop but you know how it is." Shiro's dad laughed sheepishly scrubbing the back of his head. He had a fade on the sides of his hair like Shiro too but his had long since grown out. Shiro's mama says it's because he doesn't like going to the barber shop.

The grandfather rolled his eyes and snapped the book shut. "Uh-huh, and you were a pain when you were this age too. Did you catch Alfor on your way in?"

"No, must have just missed him."

"Mr. -Gane, did you get the wasabi chips?" Keith asked, suddenly excited.

He refused to call him Shirogane-Shiro was Takashi's nickname! He also didn't know his given name was Kenji. Last time he'd come over he'd asked for the chips because his dad was afraid that they would be too spicy for him. He didn't know Keith had already had some from Shiro's grandfather.

Allura made a face and stuck her tongue out and Keith made the same face to her.

"Yes but if you keep that behavior up then I'll give you the plain ones. Allura, it's not nice to make faces at other people's taste in food. Both of you, apologize." Mr. -Gane said sternly with his hands on his hips.

"But I already said sorry!" Keith exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." Allura said. "It was wrong of me."

Keith was furious and Shiro could tell. Allura just had a way of sounding snooty when she apologized sometimes. She didn't mean to sound like that, she genuinely was sorry. Her tone of voice was something her father was working with on her. Alfor blamed too much television.

"Keith, please don't fight. I wanna play with both of you." Shiro pleaded, grabbing the hand that clutched at the spaceship tightly.

Tears blurred his vision.

"Uh-oh, come here." The grandfather sighed, pushing himself up and reaching to pick Keith up. Keith was an only child without many friends or a mother and the man could relate to that. When Kenji was only seven, his mother died of cancer so he had experience with how to deal with this sort of thing.

"No! I don't wanna go!" Keith flailed, dropping the toy.

The temper tantrum was nigh and he really didn't want to dampen the other children's mood.

The man took Keith out of the room and into the kitchen where he set him down on the countertop and set the tea kettle on the burner and turned the stove on.

Keith was frustrated and just wanted to play with Shiro and everyone had to go and ruin it. "Shiro!" He wailed! "I want Shiro!"

Tears began to stream down his face and he kicked the white cabinets with his little red velcro sneakers. His father never made him take off his shoes so the Shirogane family had gotten used to the little tyke running around in them even though the rest prefered to leave them by the door like any traditional Japanese family would.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" He sobbed, scrubbing at the tear tracks with his fists.

Poor Keith was only five years old. He didn't know how to deal with his emotions yet-and boy were his emotions all stirred up.

As the tea kettle heated, the old man took in a deep breath and began to sing the lullaby his late wife had taught him. It was about a fox and a bear. The bear just wanted to be friends with the fox but the fox was scared of him until one day the fox needed help getting out of the river and the bear saved him. After that the two became friends; playing together and foraging for food. Even sometimes sleeping together.

It wasn't long before Keith's crying was soothed and he sat there sniffling at the old man. "Gomen."

He smiled at the child and gave him a hug. "It's alright, do you think you're feeling okay enough to go back in there?"

Nobody could deny that despite his usually strict nature, Mikio, or Miki as everyone called him now, had a soft spot for children.

Keith nodded. "Can I have some tea and chips now?"

Miki gave him a sly smile. "Why do you think I brought you in here?" The kettle whistled and Miki reached over to turn it off. "Now, would you like to tell me the real reason why you got upset?"

Keith clamped his lips shut and shook his head furiously.

Otosan had been going through his mother's stuff this morning, putting everything in a box and when Keith had tried to stop him, Mr. Kogane had just gently pushed him out of the room and closed the door. That was when Keith had decided to come over here.

Miki nodded and went to pour the water into a cup with the sweetened matcha tea powder he and Shiro loved so much. Then he reached into the cabinet above Keith and pulled the packet of chips down from the top shelf.

He could understand the obsession with anything Japanese; it made Keith feel closer to his mother who was also half Japanese like his father was. While Keith's grandparents on his father's side had been the ones to immigrate from Japan, his mother had come over when she was thirteen. Miki suspected it would pass once Keith got older and the sadness faded into anger or even disinterest.

Keith snatched the chips from Miki and hopped down from the counter only to land on his knee. Contrary to most kids his age, he didn't begin to wail, he stood up and tore open the bag. Keith grabbed a handful and stuffed the chips into his mouth.

Miki laughed. "Slow down and save some for the rest of us. Head on back, I'll bring your tea in a moment."

Before he could say anything more, Keith was already gone. Miki next made another cup of tea and a some hot chocolate before putting all of the drinks on a tray and headed back in with the others.

It was going to be a long day, Miki thought.