Lovely »Pidge/Katie • Voltron«

-10- Gamble

Date: December 8, 7805

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Takashi Shirogane had once been the most stable of Voltron. As a leader for a giant galactic robot, he found himself surprised with how adaptable he was. His voice managed to stay down when he ordered something, and his confident posture didn't falter at a new enemy. He was the ideal leader.

That was until he lost her.

When he first met Katie, they were both young and silly. Katie being fifteen and himself a very young adult. The instant he met her he knew something was going to happen to him, that his heart beating quickly around her wouldn't be the first or last time. Most of his time in the arena was spent thinking of her.

Of how he failed at bringing her brother and father back to Earth. He made it his mission to protect Matt and Samuel, keeping them safe until they could get back to Katie. Then the Galra took away Samuel, leaving Matt to sacrifice himself for. He was more than willing to endure the pain of the arena all over again if it meant to see even a glimpse of her.

"Paladins, report to the conference room immediately!"

He groaned in frustration, unmotivated to get out of bed. He grabbed a decent shirt and sweat pants. Shiro didn't bother to do anything but run his hands through the messy locks of black and white hair.

As he got up his eyes focused on a picture of his beloved creating a new gadget, his eyes teared up and he was tempted to wail again. He grabbed his helmet from the ground and pressed the communication button.

"I will not attend." His voice cracked from lack of use and constant sobbing.

"Shiro, it has to do with Lotor!"

That caught his attention.

The prince that killed civilizations without care.

The alien that stole him from Kerberos.

The monster who killed Katie.

He got up and sprinted to the conference room, passing the Yellow and Blue paladins. Their eyes saddened at the sight of the anxious man. They broke into a jog to catch up with their leader.

Shiro rammed into the conference room where he found a startled Allura, a worried Coran, and a nervous Keith.

"What about Lotor?" His voice was low and was nearly a growl.

"He's getting married."

The voice hit him hard, he recognized that solemnity. The copper locks with matching eyes. His appearance may have looked different but that aura that radiated off him would never change.

"Matt."