Planet Klance

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Pov Lance

The sirens of the castle went off, and Alluras voice echoed through the altran speakers:

"Paladins, there's an unidentifiable ship attacking us. Please get to your lions immediately. We must form Voltron to protect the castle!"

Oh, great. Why do they always attack in the most inconvenient situations?

I let out a frustrated groan before pealing myself out of the warm blanket and jumping out of my bed. I opened the door, hectically sprinting down the hallway towards the entry, leading to the red lion.

As I took a sharp turn to the right, I almost crushed into Keith, my rival. I gazed at him. His hair was messy, black strains falling down his forehead, and his mullet rested uncombed on his shoulders as he gave me an annoyed look.

"What are you doing here, Lance?"

What am I doing here? He can't be serious!

"The question is, what are YOU doing here, Mullet?"

I raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down as he shook his head in confusion.

"That's the entry to the red lion."

"Right."

"I'm the red Paladin. So what are YOU doing here?"

"You left to join the blade of marmora. Now Allura pilots the blue lion, and I'm red."

"Well, now I'm back."

"You're the one who decided to leave in the first place. Now, don't assume that I'll give up my place just because you changed your mind, Keith."

His eyes widened in shock.
Shit, maybe I took it too far.
I opened my mouth to say something that would loosen up the situation, but I was interrupted by the deafening noise of the speakers:

"Keith, Lance, where are you? The team needs you to form Voltron. Hurry up!"

Shiro's voice thunderd through the radio system of our helmets.

"We can fight about this later! Come on, Lance!"

Keith had already started running towards the entry and ran after him, struggling to catch up.
Since when can this boy run so fast? Actually, I'm not even surprised.
He's good at everything. And i mean, literally everything!

Back at the garrison, he beat me in every little challenge. And the thing is, he didn't even know I was trying to conquer him in these made-up competitions. But there I was, trying my best and still losing against a guy who didn't even try.

I had been obsessed with being better than him, or so I always told myself. I guess, deep down, I knew I had always admired Keith.

Maybe my competitive behavior was just a cover-up of why I really followed him around in the halls and secretly watched him train.

I told myself that I wanted to be better than him. Just once. Make him stand in my shadow.

But the problem that was keeping me from becoming a version of myself I was pleased with wasn't Keith. It was me. It had always been me. So technically, there was no point in blaming him for my failures, but it was easier for me to accept it that way. And maybe I did it because it was the only way of getting his attention.

The doors opened, and I followed Keith inside the red lion. I opened my mouth in protest as he sat himself down in front of the control panel but quickly closed it as rough fighting noises pierced through the speakers again.
Keith is right. There is no time to fight over this right now.