Vol...tron? [Klance]

Chapter 4: T

"Um, how about you become my co-pilot?" asked Keith with a smirk on his face.

"How come I have to be the co-pilot and not you?" questioned the chestnut haired boy, crossing his arms.

"Well, I was the original red paladin after King Alfor, so it only makes sense that you're the co-pilot, and I'm the head pilot of Red." explained the cross-breed.

Keith and Lance just stared at each other with sharp daggers in their eyes for a few moments of silence before it was broken by laughter. The two knew they were only joking around to an extant.

"No, but seriously, you're my co-pilot, you goob." said Keith with caring eyes. When the raven haired individual had said that, the azure color of Lance's orbs came back once more.

"Hey, did you by any chance leave me a note or something last night?" asked Lance, his posture being regained.

"What n-" Keith had gotten cut off by the doors opening from the hallway. Shiro had walked in.

Keith's eyes went wide as he ran for his friend's embrace. "Shiro! I missed you!"

The black paladin was taken aback by this sudden physical contact; Keith never really liked giving physical contact to many people and even so, it was very miniscule.

"Keith . . . Um . . . hi . . ." mumbled Shiro as he looked around the room. I didn't expect him to come back . . . Well, this is going better than I expected.

"Um . . . hey Keith! Wanna go the training deck? I wanna try out some new moves out on you," suggested the Cuban male, wanting to distract his friend from Shiro. There's something totally off with Shiro.

"Oh, sure, Lance," replied Keith as he walked towards the door behind Shiro and leaving with Lance.

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Clashing the training swords together in the training deck, both of the boys had sweat dripping from almost every inch of their bodies. As Keith streghtened his grip on his sword, he slashed it onto Lance's leg, making the boy petrified for a few seconds. The Cuban male bellowed in pain for a bit before regaining his stance and darting towards the jet-black haired boy to strike back with even more force. The two swords skirmished against one another once again, both boys smirking and gazing into each other's eyes deeply.

"Hey Lance, do you have 11 protons?" asked Keith as the perspiration from his chin dropped onto the floor.

"No, why?" huffed Lance.

"Cause you're sodium fine," finished Keith as he playfully winked at the red paladin, hoping he would distract him from fighting.

Lance widened his eyes as a light shade of coral dusted onto his sun-kissed epidermis.

"W-w-what?!" shrieked Lance as he let his guard down for Keith to hit him with the wooden sword because of the boy's vulnerable state.

Keith only had a smug smirk on his face before landing a hit Lance with the training sword; hitting him in his abdomen. Lance coughed out in agony for a brief moment before chortling.

"Sharp work samurai, not too shabby," smiled Lance as he got up from floor of the training deck.

"You too, sharpshooter," said Keith as he snickered a bit for a second. "Hey Lance?"

"Yeah Keith?"

"Last one to the kitchen is a dead Weblum!" teased Keith as he ran out of the room.

"Hey! Come back here you little quiznak!" hollered Lance playfully.

"I still think you're using that word incorrectly!" chuckled the hybrid as he yelled down the hall.

~

Later that night, when Keith was settled into his old room (thankfully Allura and the other paladins gladly accepted him back into the team), Lance had sneaked out of his room to head into the Red Lion's hangar like the note had said. He assumed the mullethead had written it as no one else would probably want to bother him during his beauty sleep hours. When the chestnut haired male reached the hangar, he saw who he assumed it was– Keith. But, little did the paladin know that, that was not Keith, but in fact Kuron.

"What are you waiting for? Come up here you dingus!" exclaimed Keith.

Lance climbed up on Red to reach Keith. Once he did, a small romantic picnic setting was set on top of Red's robotic head. A small cinnamon scented candle was lit in the center of the blanket, along with two plates of garlic knots and glasses of grape juice (because Lance was still a minor they couldn't have wine).

"Wow, Keith, this is . . . amazing~" cooed Lance as he blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

"Only the best for the best, right?" chuckled Keith. "Well, let's dig in,"