Guarded Soul.

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When Lance's second period English lesson had finished, he made his way slowly to the door, making sure to be the last one out so as to avoid all the shoving.

"Blue." A voice said from his left, just as he'd fully left the room.

Lance nearly jumped out of his skin.

He turned to the voice only to see Keith leaning against the doorframe of his classroom.

"What?" Lance asked, a hand over his now pounding heart.

"Blue. That's the nickname I give you, because your eyes remind me of the sky."

Lance scoffed softly. How ironic, he just told an angel that they remind him of the sky.

Keith pushed off of the door with his shoulder and smiled.

"You have break now right? Do you wanna hang with me? Seeing as you're 'The New Kid'" He asked, looking down the hall to avoid eye contact.

His ears were slowly turning pink and Lance watched as he clenched his fist by his side.

'Awwh' Lance thought. 'He's nervous.'

"I'll spend my break with you on one condition... even though I clearly have all these people practically begging for me to hang with them instead." Lance said sarcastically, pointing to the slowly emptying hallway. Keith chuckled and raised an eyebrow, looking at Lance again.

"Oh? And what's this condition Mr Popular?" he asked with a smirk.

"That I get to call you Red." Lance pointed at Keith to get his point across, Keith looked surprised for a second but soon composed himself.

"Deal. Shake on it?"

Lance smiled and took the hand that Keith offered to him. As soon as their fingers touched, a wave of something he couldn't describe rolled throughout his body and from the look on Keith's face, he felt it too.

Shit...

How is Lance supposed to explain that?

Haha, oh yeah. Sorry about that, that's what happens when you touch your guardian angel...

Surprisingly though, Keith didn't ask any questions at all, he just raised an eyebrow and smiled hesitantly.

"Uh...okay then, let's go." He said, before turning on his heel and dragging Lance towards the school gardens. Lance had never really had the opportunity to appreciate mother nature in the human world until now.

The school gardens were beautiful, situated just outside the library so that anyone that happens to look out can glimpse the early autumn sun beating down through the branches of the willow tree that stands in the centre, casting shadows on the warm concrete path. Leaves dance in the wind, finally laying to rest upon the grass and turning the green surface golden brown. Flowers of all colours were collected in groups to the left and the right, bees weaving in and out to gather the nectar that they provide.

Keith slowed down a little and let go of Lance's hand to take the sight in, his black combat boots once again scuffing against the ground. The brunette lagged behind, smiling as he watched his subject become engrossed in the beauty around him.

To his left, he saw a small baby bird, it's wing injured and blood crusted between its feathers. He made sure that Keith wasn't watching before bending down and picking the bird up, cupping it in his hands. As he closed his eyes, he felt the familiar energy focusing in his fingertips, an energy he could only describe as white.