Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 1: New Beginnings

Note: I'm aware that the title is very cliche, but I'm terrible at titles, so sorry. Also, Allura is a junior while the rest of them (minus Adam and Shiro) are Sophomores. Shiro and Adam are early twenties. Also also, there is blood later on, so if you're squeamish, you can skip the italicized part. It's a dream that doesn't really add anything

The backyard of the small town house on Castle street was quite peaceful, with its small gazebo covered in twisting vines and an old wooden swing that looked like it would break if one were to sit on it. But it didn't break. Keith had tested it a few days ago and it had held, the old ropes groaning, but holding together, sturdy from years of gripping hands and rain making it tighter. And the simple wood seat was soft from wear, but didn't even buckle under the weight of him. But to be fair, Keith wasn't the heaviest or largest person.

The gazebo was cozy with four metal and mesh chairs surrounding a slightly dirty glass table with a pot in the middle that held some green plant Keith didn't know the name of, and would probably cover the face of someone if they sat across from him. But Keith sat alone, his hands gripping the chair arms and his legs splayed out in front of him. Shiro and Adam were out, buying groceries for a welcome-to-our-house dinner, and Keith was left alone. The house had been too quiet and the only channels on tv had been the news and kids shows. Keith wasn't in the mood to hear about tragedy or learn the alphabet again, so he had come out here to sit and appreciate the seemingly first time in his life that he felt like a part of something that wasn't broken.

Shiro felt more like a brother to Keith then a father, but he was his legal guardian. He had helped Keith get out of foster homes and temporary guardians. Shiro has known Keith for a few years and always helped him as much as he could, until he finally decided to get him out of the foster system. The day he'd told Keith, he'd had this light, airy feeling in his chest as if he were floating, and he hadn't stopped smiling for the rest of that day.

But now that he was here in the town, he realized how he wasn't ready for quiet. Such quiet. The only sound was the wind dancing through the trees and the quiet beginnings of cicadas and frogs that would chirp through out the night. It was a constant buzzing sound that bore a hole in Keith's brain, driving him crazy. He almost sobbed in relief when he heard the car pull into the drive way, and made his way back inside to meet with Shiro and Adam.

"Hey," Keith greeted them, "how was the store?" He took a few of the plastic bags from Shiro'a arm and set them on the table.

"It was normal. We hope you'll like what we've planned for dinner," Shiro answered, setting his own bags down and going over to the entrance to take off his shoes. He had dark brown hair, almost black, with a few gray strands. Though he was young, he became easily stressed from his work as a test pilot. It was always a gamble weather the planes and jets would fly or not. Most of the time they did, but there had been one time when something had malfunctioned, and Shiro's arm had been hurt enough that the doctors had to amputate it at the elbow, replacing it with a prosthetic.

"I'm sure I will," Keith said finally. Most things were better then his usual diet of bruised apples, canned green beans, and spaghetti-o's. The thought made another wave of gratitude crash over him and he smiled at the two others.

***

Dinner has been delicious. They had made lasagna with home-made tomato sauce and it had been maybe the best thing Keith had ever tasted. He had thanked Shiro and Adam over and over before heading to his room at 10. He wanted to at least try getting more sleep then he usually did. The school had given him a week to settle, and that had been a week ago. His time was up and he'd have to figure out how to make friends in a school of people that probably already knew everyone else and had already formed cliques and groups. Keith would be the odd one out, though he couldn't say he wasn't used to it. He at least hoped to have one person who he could tolerate. Shiro had said that his friend Matt had a little sister that was a sophomore, and hopefully that would help Keith have someone to confide in.

But Keith had never met the girl. There was a very likely chance that they wouldn't get along. Keith had a tendency to be hostile towards people he didn't know. I'm sure that'll help a lot when you're trying to make friends, he thought to himself sarcastically as he laid on the bed, staring up at darkness.

He closed his eyes let his mind wander with the hope that he would fall asleep. To his surprise he did, and in that sleep came a dream

Keith stood in a large, empty room with wooden floors and high ceilings that showed the support beams and pipes. He supposed it didn't matter if they were covered, since no one would be able to reach them unless they were 24 feet high. There was a person in front of him, but he couldn't figure out who. His face was blurred as if it were a messed up Polaroid picture. The boy wore a plain white t shirt and jeans, and his hands were in his pockets. Something showed up, dark and intimidating, on the boy's t shirt. Keith looked closer and he saw that it was blood. The boy's shirt had been ripped and his chest was cut. The blood soaked into the shirt, harsh against the white. For some reason, Keith was concerned. He shouted for help and rushed forward as the boy fell. He didn't know him, why did he care so much? They slid down to the floor, the boy's head cradled in Keith's lap. The patch of blood was getting bigger. Keith pressed his pale fingers against the wound in hopes to stop the blood. But nothing he did worked. He watched as the life left the boy, his body going limp in Keith's arms. He wasn't sure for how long, but Keith sat there, still holding the boy's corpse, until the lights in the big empty room went out. And there was nothing left.

End note: hooray! First chapter done. I won't say who the boy in the dream was. I want someone to figure it out ;). Anyways, to the few people that will most likely not read this, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed.