Little Kitten (Lotor x reader)

XI

Err... ok, here we go... Y/n is going to find out the truth. The reason this one took so long to publish is because A.) I need this to be angsty B.) It's gonna need a lot of explaining in the next chapter and C.) well... Reader-chan gets an upgrade! Whoop Whoop!

With love, 

Cadet 707

~~~ "Stab the body and it heals. Injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime." ~Mineko Iwasaki

How long has it been? You think to yourself as you stare up at your ceiling. 

The answer: It's been three days since the incident with Lance and the other paladins of Voltron. You have to admit, in your absence every single one of them have changed so much. Was it your disappearance? Or was it Shiro's?

Speaking of Shiro... he's so... odd looking now. I mean, you can see the dudes muscles, dang! But... how he acts, everything about him seems off. 

Lance... there's more hurt in him now. You probably did that, but you don't feel even the smallest twinge of guilt towards your actions. He deserved it. 

Pidge found her brother without your help, so that's good. You still have a soft side for that small child. 

Hunk... still that cinnamon roll, but... He looked ready to murder you as you were leaving the mission with Olarus and the others. 

Keith, hot headed as ever. You scoff. He had injured Mika when he was fighting the Blades to seek knowledge and he had almost struck you with a fatal blow. 

Allura and Coran? You had no idea about them, nor did you care. Allura was the one that made the paladins forget about mourning. Sure, you kinda missed Coran's lightheartedness. Everyone here seems so serious. 

You sigh and roll off your bed. You see your reflection in the full length mirror. To put it simply... 

You look like crap. 

Messed up hair, bags that can work as hammocks for field mice stain the lower lids of your eyes black, the color or your (e/c) iris drained and dull. Your skin seems paler then usual and you've become unhealthily skinny. Scars from your fights in the past bulge along your skin. You run a hand through your greasy hair. First thing's first. A shower is called to order. 

~~~

You exit your bathroom a robe secured tightly around your body as you dry your hair with a fluffy towel. You get dressed in casual clothing and brush your hair lazily. You sigh, and walk out of your room, heading towards the commons room. You know the halls like the back of your hands and you make it in a few minutes due to the weakness in your legs from not using them in such a long time. You sigh and the door slides open. 

You hide instantly. That cloaked woman staring at Olarus... that's Haggar! High Priestess for the druids, advisor for Zarkon. You gulp. She's threatening him. But, as you start to leave the room she screams loudly and the name 'Lotor' slips from her mouth. You whirl around. "Lotor?" you whisper silently. 

"Father is dead, you old hag." with a swipe of his hand, the screen disappears. You stumble back, gasping for air, your eyes wide. Olarus no... Lotor growls in the back of his throat and sighs. He looks up and sees you, standing there at the door. His eyes widen with horror as he stands. "Y/n..." 

"Liar..." you whisper. "Liar..." Your voice cracks, "I TRUSTED YOU!!" you scream. You can't move, your heart is beating to fast, your breath is uneven, your head is pulsing with confusion, anger, hate, betrayal, blood is roaring loudly in your ears. He walks swiftly towards you. He tries to set a hand on your shoulder. You smack it away harshly, your eyes on the ground. 

"Y/n..." you look up and in a split second there's a loud crack. (S/c) skin slaps against lavender toned flesh. Lotor stands there dumbfounded, as you burst into angry tears. "You lying son of a-" You slap him again before running. You have to get out of here. There's no one you can trust. No one. No rebels. Not Voltron. Not this group you thought was family. No. You can't trust anyone now. 

Your breathing becomes labored as you make it to the landing platform. You look behind you and see the others running after you. You clamber into the closest pod and take off, hurt pounding in your chest. You set the pod on autopilot and bury your head in your hands. This isn't right. 

~~~

You land on a deserted planet. Everything is running through your head, screaming for the spotlight. You destroy the pod and head on your own, walking through the huge fields of grass. You take in the fresh air, your helmet said that it was safe to breath. You shed your helmet, smashing it to smithereens. You walk for maybe 30 minutes before coming to a cliff area. You sit down, mentally, physically and emotionally drained. Your heart throbs with pain.

You trusted Voltron. They betrayed you.

You trusted Lance and he left you. 

You trusted Olarus, or now Lotor. And now, you're running from the whole galaxy. The Galra. The Rebels, Voltron and Lotor's team. 

How could you have been so stupid? You burst into tears, sobbing into the quiet atmosphere. This place... it's quiet... peaceful. Maybe you could stay here. Alone. Not have to worry about the war raging across the universe. 

You lay down, staring at the baby blue sky. The clouds are pinkish, the sun a gentle cream color. All around you plants are different colors and alien animals fly, walk, or graze around this planet. They don't seemed disturbed by you. 

You feel your eyes flutter closed and you relax. You're safe here. You fall asleep. 

~~~

You yawn as you wake, stretching. The sun is gone now, replaced by a silver and navy blue. The night sky is an inky black, dotted with different colored stars. You look around, plants glowing, animals chirping, calling out to their mates, calling to the night, singing their melodious songs, etc. 

You stand and walk into the forested area nearby. Your hands trace the bark, little did you notice the flowers sprouting behind you. Nor did you notice that the animals around you stopped their calls to inspect you.

 You come to a clearing, but nearly have a heart attack. In front of you is a hovering figure. It seems to be a male figure thing. You can't tell. The shape is fuzzy. 

In a soft, deep melodious voice, the figure says, "Y/n. We have been waiting for you, your highness." 

~~~

Lotor: *rubbing cheek*

Me: You okay there, pointy ears?

Lotor: I'm fine.

Me: Liar. You're still sore about Y/n aren't you?! 

Lotor: Yes...

Me: Shouldn't have lied to her then! *smacks him upside the head* Shame on you!

Lotor: shouldn't you be writing the next chapter. 

Me: *hisses through clenched teeth* Yes... maybe... school's stressful! BUT you're changing the subject pointy ears!! 

Lotor: Don't care. 

Me: Mother of Maple Bars. HAGGAR YOU RAISED THIS SMOL BEAN WRONG!

Lotor: Smol bean? last I checked I'm taller by at least three feet. 

Me:... Shut up! I know I'm short...