Break Bad

Time drifts by, but not fast enough.

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August 13th, 11:44Pm.

Lance hovered over his phone with shaking hands, staring intently at the screen. Keith gripped Lance's shoulder, doing his best to comfort the trembling man.

"It won't be as bad as you think."
Keith said over Lance's shoulder.

Lance fell back into the couch, dropping his head back, and staring up at Keith, who stood behind the couch.
"Wanna bet?"

"It's going to be an argument, sure, but that's it. Just, be firm."

Lance scoffed.
"Be firm? Keith, my whole problem was that I wasn't firm! That I couldn't stand up against them."

"Then what do you call what happened last time we saw them?"

Lance sighed.
"That's was...that was because of what my father said about you. He insulted you. So, I guess I got... protective?"

Keith smiled a little, and moved his hand from Lance's shoulder, to his cheek.
"And that's what your doing now. Protecting me from him."

"I hate it when your right....which thankfully isn't very often."

"Funny. Now, call."

Lance sat up from the couch, and turned around to look at Keith.
"No."

"No?"

"This isn't- If I'm going to convince them, it won't be like this."

"How then?"

Lance let his eyes dart around the room for a moment. As if hoping to find and answer beyond the one he had already decided was his best chance. He found nothing.

Lance sighed.
"I'm....gonna see them in person."

"Are you sure that's...a good idea?"

Lance shrugged.
"I dunno. But...a phone call won't work. I need to look them in the eyes. You should come too."

"Lance, I don't know if me being there will help."

"I don't care. I need you there, or I'll probably turn around at the front door. And, I'm pretty sure my papa is doing this out of spite at this point."

Keith walked around the couch with a sigh, and placed his hands on Lance's shoulders, making him meet his gaze.
"Are you sure?"

"Fuck no. But if it might save you six months, or a year, then I'll do it."

"Alright....let's give it a shot."

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August 13th, 12:31m."

Keith drove himself and Lance up to the gate of the large cabin house. Beside the entrance was a buzzer, he pressed it, and Lance leaned over him.

After a minute, the buzzer chimed.
"Hello?"
A woman's voice asked. Keith recognized it.

"Mama, it's me."
Lance said over Keith.

"Lance?"

"Si mamá."

"¿Por qué estás aquí?"
(Why are you here?)

"Vine aquí para hablar contigo."
(I came here to talk with you.)

There was silence for a long moment, before the buzzer chimed again, and the gate in front of them slid to the side. Keith drove of the small driveway. The house wasn't as nice as the Shirogane's. More of a vacation house to be rented out, than an actual mansion.

Keith looked at the lamp posts that guarded the driveway, and noticed the cameras. He had been foolish to not think of cameras the last time he'd been here. He should've known better. The cameras stared at him with black eyes, that revealed only his own reflection. It sent shivers up his back.