Voltron: Next generation

Chapter 1

15 YEARS LATER

It was said that classical music helps develop memory retention while a fetus develops in the mothers' womb, but that could be said for any type of music that the baby favors. So no, he does not feel bad for blasting a combination of classic rock and heavy metal on the loudest volume. It helps him concentrate, plus he was in the basement, so really if his family had a problem with this it is a them problem.

Also (because he was petty - he got that from his father, who in turn got it from his mother-) he would also bring up the chart that he drew up of all the times his family were unnecessarily loud. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't heard his family in a while. Not that they are usually loud, it's just not this dead silent. He then winced. Is the music that loud that he can't hear. As he was about to turn around to turn it down, it cut.

"Drew. If I have to call you one more time to come eat I swear to the universe I will drag you up with your ponytail." He winced again when he saw his sister, the aux cord in her hand. "I get it helps you concentrate. I do. But you do not need to bust your eardrums in the process. Now come and eat because I know for a fact you haven't eaten since dinner and it's almost midday." The scarier version of their mother is what he tells anyone that asks.

"Come on Andy, let me-" He tried to pled.

"Ora." 

"Yes ma'am." He scrambled for the stairs. It did not matter that he was the oldest (a mere five minutes),  it was clear that she was in charge. Especially when it came to his health. Being the sickly baby that made everyone fret over. A small breathing problem that occurred mere weeks after he was born and suddenly everyone thinks you will die at the slightest cough, even when he was well past said breathing problem.

"Your food's on the table out on the engawa. I'll join you in a bit." She called form behind him as she made a turn to the kitchen. He closed his eyes and took a breath of the last of the morning breeze as he stepped out on the engawa. The lukewarm air was always pleasant this time of year. Autumn was always pleasant in the forests of Japan. The golden reds, yellows and browns of the fallen leaves, the brownish tint of the bamboo that is no longer the vibrant green that is in spring. The season of preparation they call it. He will never understand the reason why his parent decided to move off the gird to the middle of some random forest in Japan from Venice, but he will be forever grateful. It's much more quite. The sun thought the trees wakes him up, not the hustle and bustle of the city.

He opens his eyes when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see the soft smile of his sister. He smiles back and they makes their way to the table. He pours the tea as she disrupters the food into their bowls. They eat in silence, enjoying the peace when they see Kosmo trotting towards them, a  bamboo twig in his mouth.

"Well hello Kosmo. Where have you been?" Andy asks when the wolf goes to lay next to her.

"Causing trouble, with the way he was trotting. It was way to innocent." Drew mumbled into his cup. He doesn't blame the wolf. If he had the power to teleport, he too would go around and cause trouble for the heck of it. And he would be a hypocrite to call the wolf out on it knowing very well that that the both of them have had their adventures.

"Oh come on now. Kosmo is a good boy. Why would he cause trouble?" Oh the play innocence of these two. He just raised an eyebrow at her from behind his cup. She was the main instigator when in came to those adventures. She is the reason that they had those trackers that were disguised as bracelets when they were much younger. Lord knows they gave their grandparent hell when they babysat. "Okay but give him some credit Drew, he knows how to create the best havoc on any given day. I'd say he is a pretty good wolfie for that." She responded to his raised eyebrow as she rubbed the cosmic wolf's head. Kosmo being the attention seeker that he is, rolled on his back for some belly rubs. They laughed. No matter how old he was, Kosmo will forever be the baby of the family.