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Where He Goes At Night

"Hey, maybe it's her!" Lance shouted over the loud noise of the party.

Hunk looked in the direction Lance was pointing at. A girl with dark skin and dyed blue hair was dancing with a group of friends. Hunk shrugged.

"I don't know, Lance," Hunk said wearily "Just do the whole group I guess."

"Even the guy with the Mohawk?" Lance asked.

"He looks cute." Hunk shrugged.

Lance shrugged a bit and walked towards the group. He slyly made his way over, making eye contact with everyone of them throughout the course of the song. Once it ended, he finally confronted the group that consisted of 2 girls and 3 boys.

"Hey, the names Lance." He began cockily "Interested in seeing a magic trick?"

The friends glanced at each other, then back at Lance.

"Sure, why not?" Said the girl with blue hair.

Lance smirked and grabbed a deck of cards out of his pocket, something he always carries around.

"Sign your names on this card," he instructed, sticking out a playing card in between his middle and index finger "Then stick it back into the deck!"

They did so, and a few shuffles later, Lance had ripped up the card and somehow put it back together. He looked at the card, but nothing happened. Just blue sharpie covering plastic diamonds. With a wink, he gave the card to the nearest guy and walked away. Lance was disappointed his soulmate wasn't one of the attractive young adults in that group.

"I need a break." Hunk sighed once Lance reunited with him.

"Yeah, well, I need to get wasted." Lance grunted, pushing past the crowd in the kitchen.

After a couple of more drinks, Lance gave up his search. He said his good-byes and began his trip back to his dormitory. As he approached the tall building, a familiar figure pushed open the glass door.

"Mullet?" Lance mumbled underneath his breath.

Usually, he would have disregarded Keith leaving in the middle of the night, but this time as different. Keith covered his face and kicked off. He wore all black, as if he didn't want to be noticed. Keith didn't want to be noticed, so that was what Lance was gonna do. Notice him. Whatever logic that was.....

Lance dashed over to the bike rack in font of his dormitory, grabbed his bike, and took of into the darkness.... After falling a few times of course. Things seemed to be out of place and hazy, but the one clear thing he could see was Keith and the light his leather jacket reflected. This is probably how my dumbass died in my past life. Lance suddenly thought. He shook the thought as he came up to a curb. Maybe I was drunk because I hadn't found my soul mate the thought continued. Lance nodded to himself, losing concentration on the road. Once you find your soulmate, you remember more and more of your past life. No one knows why, but soul mates are always destined to wind back up together.

Bright lights suddenly shone ahead. A honk and swerve later, Lance crashed into the curb and flipped onto the grass on the side of the road. Dazed, he sat up, every bone aching in his body. Everything was swimming in front of him. He blinked and attempts to brush it off. Once again, he became distracted. He spotted a hooded figure crawl up the side of a wall and then leap over. Instead of standing to investigate, Lance  laid back down.

I'm gonna throw up. He leaned to the side and did just that. I think I broke something.

Lance laid there for what felt like hours. Then he heard scraping and the sound of someone murmuring. He sat up slowly, just in time to see Keith kick off into the night and right by him. A piece of paper slipped out of his roommates satchel. Somehow this motivated him to get up. Despite the pain in his leg, he managed to get the paper. It was plasticy and when he turned it over he was shocked. It as a picture of Shiro. The Shiro. Shiro the youngest dude to make it into the NASA Space Academy, ever. This man was his role model! But this picture seemed different and torn in half. What was Keith doing with it?