Listen, Kid.{ Klance, Kangst}

Chapter 1

"This is basically a prison." Keith said coldly. His feet dragging on the floor as he entered a cement room.

"Its not a prison. Its a youth detention center." Shiro replied. Keith always hated him. He was assigned as his parole officer after he got arrested again when he was 15.  It wasn't his fault he got arrest. If Samuel Jackson didn't rat on him for dealing drugs at school he wouldn't of gotten arrested and Shiro wouldn't need to be here.

"If its not a prison tell me why the windows are barred, theres an iron door, and only thing in here are a bed, table and toilet. And im fucking handcuffed!" He spat to the older male. Feeling the familiar anger being to boil inside him. His fists clenching until his knuckles were white.

"All of this wouldn't be happening if you just obeys the law, bud." Shiro said with a small shrug. Turning Keith around harshly before un-cuffing him.

"Dont call me bud." He bit. Turning to face him with narrow eyes as he rubbed at the raw skin on his wrists. "All I did was try to rob a 7/11."

Shiros eyebrow raised as he looked down to Keith. "Yeah. That was the 4th time you tried to do it. We gave ya warnings kid, but you didn't listen." With that Shiro simply left. Closing and locking the iron door behind him.

Keith scoffed slightly. His eyes narrowed as he walked around the room slowly. He shouldn't even be here. He should be at home in the comforts of his own room, not in a "Youth Detention Center."

In frustration Keith flopped down onto his shitty bed. The bed sheets were rough and the mattress has no comfort to it. He hated this. Slowly more and more anger rose inside him. Resulting in him kicking over the table in blind rage.

"This place sucks!" He yelled. Stringing his fingers through his black hair and tugging on it. His heart slamming in his chest as he began to breath heavily. Only growing more and more enraged with each second he was locked up. He wanted to be home. He didn't want to be pent up in this shithole. If the 7/11 cashier didn't call the police he wouldn't even be here. It was all their fault.

Keiths fists stayed clenched as he paced slightly before once again flopping down onto his bed. Kicking all the covers off before setting in the corner where the bed touched the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest while crossing his arms.

'Fuck you,' he thought to himself. The thought wasn't directed to anyone specifically, more towards everything. And everyone. Sullenly he rested his chin on his knees. Pulling his hood over his head before eventually drifting asleep.

:)
Its ya boy, Christopher baCk again with another Keith angst
Also spoiler this one doesn't end with Keith dying. They all live ;D

So enjoy, because this one w i l l have some spicy Klance action ;))))
-Chris