Hijacking Reality

Chapter 9

Keith thought that as soon as his head hit the pillow he would be out but there was a sudden resistance in wanting to sleep. All of what Lance had told him; that they could be severely injured in their dreams if they weren't careful, was a real concern. Though even as he closed his eyes, he felt sleep wash over him as the comfortable silence that use to lull him to sleep when he lived on Earth stilled. Even in his haste to give up on this self inflicting battle of giving into what his body craved in order to rejuvenate, his eyelids dazzled with long dark lashes had another plan.

The artificial night on the ship didn't give him a sense of alleviation of what would be to come if he kept his eyes closed. Just knowing he could get hurt wasn't the only reason he could not find himself in the dream realm. His cold hand pulled itself to the side of his bruised neck. He fingered the random 'injury' causing himself to flinch in the process.

No, every time he closed his eyes he went back to the fields of Lumiere and found himself kissing Lance. Wanting to be ravished by him in anyway possible Himself wanting to hold Lance closer and tighter. They say that dreams are just reflections of one's inner desires but he sincerely wanted it to all just be a ruse that this planet was playing on him. It would be easier to cope with if it was in that type of accidental manner.

Keith sat up in his cold lonely bed and knew for a fact that sleep would be indefinitely impossible for him to achieve. So what better way to burn off these images in his head than to train. Train, Train, Train. Train until his body ached and yearned for the sweet release of resting his burning muscles. Once he was tired enough he would surely not worry over the stupidest and trivial matters of what would be to come. Training to get faster and stronger, as well as to forget all of the ludicrous things that cursed him with pain of his daily life. Sometimes he pushed himself too hard to the point of either injuring a muscle or passing out due to dehydration. Shiro normally came to his rescue to help and scold him saying 'Now we are part of a team. You have to take care of your body because you will put the rest of the team in danger if you don't.' Keith still worked himself diligently even if he was part of the team to save the universe.

The bed creaked underneath him as he heaved his body up stretching his limbs of all sorts before getting up to grab his complementary sweat towel that he stowed away in his room. Sure he was in his pajamas but he had another set he could put on after he decided to work out in them. It was just a red t-shirt with a pair of black drawstring shorts, nothing too special or too comfortable. He never got dressed up for bed quite as in depth as Lance had. Face mask, bathrobe, some weird type of undergarments, and a pair of slippers. Keith had no idea how that could be comfortable in the slightest but he learned not to question the blue paladin's antics because he always retorted with a 'beauty is a thing that needs constant attention'. In a way Keith supposed it made sense to Lance since he was an attention whore but all in the same he had his good days where he knew he was on the same terms as everyone else.

Here he went again thinking about Lance when he just wanted to be as far away from any spark of those thoughts as possible. And that is the reason as to why he needed to work out to forget. His mind often wondered if there was no distractions present.

His hand on the door, he was about to take his leave when a notion dwelled in his mind. He wondered if Lance was sleeping and if so, was he dreaming? Maybe they could avoid getting hurt if they took shifts. His feet glided silently across the floor to his room to a space clear of any alien furniture and leaned against the dull painted walls filled with white. The cold seeped into the skin on his cheek allowing the warmth that once occupied him from being under his blankets fade with the stale air. He was quiet, quiet like he was on a secret mission invading the Galra ships.

Listening carefully he got no indications of Lance being awake but deep down Keith knew he was. Lance was probably listening to his music that was mostly in the spanish dilec. Imagining this, brought Keith back to the time that Lance strolled out from his 'beauty nap' bursting into song from the top of his lungs in the kitchen one morning. Keith rolled his eyes finding it rude and annoying but he was also very intrigued, especially because it was in another language. He secretly always wanted to know another language and being that Spanish was practically the next dilec to English he was always curious of it. Keith even thought that maybe he could get Lance to teach him but his own stubbornness got the best of him, and Lance was way ahead of him on that. The false rivalry that was put into place between the two was so strong. Holding a perseverance or not Lance and Keith neck and neck worked way better together than when they competed against one another. Lance was the one who always teetered back and forth on that subject. He strived to be better than Keith but those few times they did work together he complimented their companionship. Keith only knew that Lance was a very confused individual of the stance on their friendship but whether they liked it or not, it was must in order to form Voltron.