Klance | Oneshots

Beautiful | Killer Lance x Victim Keith AU -2-

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Day Sixteen. Fifteen days left.

Lance stares at his computer screen, his eyes darting from one person to the other. There was Keith, sitting, handcuffed--in between Shiro, and someone who wasn't familiar to the brunette. It was completely infuriating, just watching; for something to happen. Lance had gotten the call over an hour ago, the live feed torturing him with every second.

He had already sent people out to find the location of his old lover, but nothing had been found yet. "Takashi, say something--" Lance mutters, his fists clenching due to the anger boiling in his system. No weapons were present, and thankfully, Keith only had a black eye.

A black eye that had miraculously appeared.

"I swear to fucking god if you even touch him!" The brunette was just about ready to punch the screen, he knew they could hear him, and he knew that Keith could see him from the other side of the screen. How did he know?

Because Keith was crying hysterically.

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Day Sixteen, later in the day. Fifteen days left.

Keith's thoughts were flying in every single direction. The person sitting on the other end of the call, separated by a screen--was indeed the Lance that he used to love all of those years ago. The brunette looked worn down, and tired, and just done with living the life he was born into. Or at least, that is what Keith understood; from the information he gathered from the so called Takashi, this was Lances' legacy from the beginning.

Sometimes people seem so nice over the phone, or through text, but now--as the one and only Takashi Shirogane stood in front of Keith; he realized just how fearful it is. Other than the tears running down his cheeks, dropping onto the cold concrete below him; he could feel his heart beat race with every second that passed.

He didn't care before.

Not a single damn was given by the black haired male.

He lost his will to care after his father left him with piles and piles of debt.

But now, the fear was sinking in, and the situation caused goosebumps to appear on the males skin. And the words he wanted to speak for so long, they were stuck in his throat. Maybe before, when he didn't care; it was just the adrenaline that was clouding his mind, or maybe not.

"Listen, I'm not really sure why I'm here--or who you all are, but I just want to go home! I don't want to be apart of some giant scheme here!" Keith spoke rapidly, his words almost mushing together because of the speed. "I don't want to fucking die!" Both men standing next to Keith can't help but chuckle at his lame excuse for mercy; while the brunette on the camera screen just grows worried.

"The debt isn't even mine, it was my fathers.."

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Day Zero. years ago.