Vol...tron? [Klance]

Chapter 6: O

Keith kept pondering and pondering about what everyone meant by him and Lance hanging out last night. The young man with coal colored hair decided to then consult with his last resort: Pidge.

Walking to his friend's room, before he could even knock on her door, the boy was yanked by the arm into the room instead.

"WOAH-" yelped Keith, his life flashing before his eyes for a quick moment. Shaking off the dust from his jacket, he looked up at the bright light that had towered over his figure. "Pidge? Is that you?"

"No, it's Mothman. Of course it's me, you ignoramus. Look, I need to speak to you for some . . ." She got close to Keith's ear. ". . .clarification."

"Clarafication? About what?"

"Lance, of course. Word on the block is that he's been acting up or something. Or that you two hung out last night." whispered the green paladin, the light hitting her glasses, her eyes unable to be seen.

"Yeah . . . About that, everyone keeps telling me that Lance and I hung out last night!"

"Ever thought that it could be a possibility that it was an impostor, Mr. Kogane?" questioned the 16-year old Italian.

"No . . ."

"And have you seen how close "Shiro" and Lance have become?" asked Pidge, putting air quotations around Shiro's name.

Keith's head perked up. "Now that you mention it . . . Yeah, I have . . . DO YOU THINK LANCE LIKES HIM?!" ululated the obsidian haired man.

"Keep your damn voice down, you knucklehead! Look, I don't think Lance likes him like that- if that's even the real Shiro." said Pidge, covering her friend's mouth shut. "Just between you and me, Shiro came to me earlier this week, asking me about my science kits, and I haven't gotten them back. I want you to look through his room while I distract him with some shit."

"What do I have to look for?"

"Look for these vials and tray." instructed the green paladin, hanging Keith a Polaroid of her precious ones.

"Right."

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"Hey Shiro! Can you help me with some stretching and fighting tactics in the training deck? Far away room from yours?" asked Pidge, darting her eyes at Keith, letting him know that they'd be far away.

"Sure, Pidge. Let's get our armor on." smiled the large man, walking towards the armor room.

Running quickly and stealthily towards the black paladin's room, ready to start his mission. Starting with the obvious, he looked at his desk . . . no luck. Searching throughout the man's closet and drawers, still no sight of Pidge's vials. When he lost all hope, something shined in his eyes. The luster came from under Shiro's bed. As Keith walked towards his bed, crouching down to look under the bed. To his luck, it was Pidge's missing vials and tray. Some dry liquid was stuck to one of the vials, leaving a frozen blue liquid stuck to the glass.

Quickly putting everything into a small sack, Keith ran out of Shiro's room and went  into Pidge's.

"Uh, Pidge, I got your vials. Over," spoke Keith through the walkie-talkie.

"Roger that, Emo. I'll be right there, over." whispered Pidge through her walkie-talkie. "Sorry Shiro, thanks for the lesson, but I got to go! Okay, thanks, bye!"

She left Shiro in a confused state.

~

"I hate the code name you gave me . . . EMO?! Seriously?!" complained Keith, crossing his arms and legs on Pidge's bed.

"Oh quit whining, be glad it's all over. Now, hand me my shit, Emo." smirked Pidge, letting out her hand in a "gimme" motion.

Lightly throwing the sack at his friend, he rolled his eyes in an annoyed mood. Pidge scooted back some of her things to create some room for herself and the sack.

"Okay, let's see what we have~" said Pidge.

Opening up the small sack, there layed her tray and vials.

"One of them had something in them, I don't know what that's about though . . ." commented Keith, scratching the nape of his neck.

"That's what we want. It could be potential evidence." retorted Pidge sharply, pointing her index finger at the 19-year old.

Grabbing a pair of tweesers from her desk, she tore apart the dry liquid from the fragile vial. She smelled it briefly and then putting her tongue against it as well.

"Definitely something strong, that's for sure." concluded Pidge.

"Do you know what kind of potion it was exactly?" asked Keith, looking over her shoulder.

"It's gonna take a while, but I can try to determine what Shiro did. I'll bring you back here to tell you. For now, try and rally Lance back into your arms or something." said Pidge as she got to work, trying to find out what potion he made.

"Right . . . Thanks, Pidge." said Keith, leaving Pidge in her room to do her work.

~

Over the next few days, while Pidge was trying to determine Shiro's experiment, Keith was trying to talk to Lance. Key word here: trying. Most of his attempts failed because of Shiro. He was always in the way, swooping Lance away from the raven haired male.

In the training deck, Keith fought the robots, but also venting and complaining to them about his situation.

"Like, it's just not fair! He's stealing Lance away from me! Literally! But it's not like we were together anyway . . ." said Keith. "But, it's not like I like him or anything. With his . . . pretty blue eyes, long, secure arms, and precious, sun-kissed skin . . ." said Keith, pining for the Cuban boy.

He dropped his blade and started hug the robot instead of fighting them. The robot saw that Keith was in distress, and decided to console the poor boy. In the most monotone, robotic ever, the robot said, "IT. IS. OKAY. RED. ONE. PAT. PAT."

Keith breathed in and out, and then stabbed the robot in the chest. "End training sequence . . ." breathed out Keith, tears dripping off of his chin.

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"KEITH! I FOUND OUT WHAT THE POTION WAS!" yelled Pidge as she came running towards the crying boy.