Perfectly Imperfect. - Klance Au D:BH

| CHAPTER 1 | My name is Keith. |

OKAY OKAY IK I WROTE LIKE 3 STORIES AND I'M MAKING THIS HARDER FOR MYSELF BUT I COULDN'T HELP IT

Okay, so I'm late about thinking this, I watched a playthrough of Detroit: Become Human and I fell in love. So I thought, a Klance AU? DEVIANTS AND KLANCE?! YES.

So I'll probably only write in this book if I have writer's block on "It's You Again" and "I fell in Love with My Crush's Girlfriend"

This is kinda a mixture of Conner's, Markus's, and Kara's story.

LETS GET STARTED

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RK640 opened his eyes. Humans androids in their small glasses that look like tubes. RK640 blinked his eyes once, twice, thrice, before he realized what was happening.

"This is RK640. Is this the one you want?" The worker asked the man with black long flowing hair. He had chocolate skin and hazel eyes. The stranger wore a black sweater, and on top was a brown leather jacket. Also, with blue jeans and purple converse shoes on.

"Yes, this is what I want." He answered. The worker nodded. "My boyfriend likes the name Keith. I'll name him Keith." He continued. Keith smiled, which was a part of his program.

"My name is Keith." Keith confirmed.

"Right this way, Lotor, this is where you'll sign the papers." The worker requested, as Lotor strutted with him.

Keith looked through the clear glass and saw his faint reflection. His hair was created into a black mullet, bangs covering his eyes slightly. He tucked his bangs behind his ears. Keith's eyes were grayish purple and were quite dull. It wasn't shiny, nor unrealistic. It looked... dead.

His uniform was a black uniform, the sleeves were long as his elbows, and the end of the sleeves were white. On his right arm he had a very bright blue stripe that resembles his android symbol. His android symbol was where his heart was located. It was a blue triangle, the same blue from the stripe. Keith wore black tight leggings and black shoes. He looked very professional. Keith slightly turned his head left. On his right temple, he had a bright, glowing blue circle, glued.

He touched it gently with his tender fingers, I could feel it.... Keith thought.

Wait patiently for Lotor.

That was what his program informed. Wait patiently.

So he waited and waited and waited. 20 minutes later he was ready to go home with his owner and see his owner's significant other. Who was named Lance.

"Lance would love to see you, Keith." Lotor said.

"I am very delighted to seeing your boyfriend Lance." Keith informed, emotionless. Holding the black umbrella above his owner.

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Once the bus stopped, Keith followed Lotor, and opened his umbrella, protecting Lotor from the rain. They walked towards a small, black and white cottage. It has 2 floors, a couple of windows, and a door. It was simple. Keith looked at the address.

143, Daibazaal, 32 st. Southwest avenue.

He printed it into his memory as Lotor unlocked the door. As his shoes clicked onto the wooden floor, he closed the black umbrella and placed it into the umbrella holder. He took Lotor's leather jacket and placed it nicely on the hook.

"Who the hell is that?" A loud voice came from the stairs. A tall boy with caramel skin walked down the stairs. He had short brown hair, and a white and blue sweater on. Blue jeans were worn, and some black and white sneakers. The boy had a few faint freckles across his nose, and his eyes..

His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Not too dark, not too bright. It was like the ocean. It was clear, blue, and fascinating. It added more color in this dull house.

Color.
Color seemed brighter after seeing those eyes.

"Lance, this is RK640. In other words, Keith. Our android." Lotor addressed, as he puts his arm gently around Lance. Lance shivered from the contact.

I wonder why.. Keith thought.

"Why do we need an android? We're perfectly fine by ourselves." Lance made known. Lotor sighed.

"This android could help us clean the mess y'know? Keith could help you."

"The only reason why I can't clean up the mess faster, is because you don't help me." Lance accused. He shoved Lotor's arm away and climbed upstairs. Lotor's nose wrinkled.

"Is there anything I could do, Lotor?" Keith asked.

"Yes, start off by scrubbing the dishes." Lotor ordered. Keith nodded and obliged.

While scrubbing the dishes, Keith could hear stifled noises upstairs. It sounds like they were arguing and yelling. Keith turned his head around the stairs, hoping the couple would stop fighting. Suddenly, Keith heard footsteps coming down. It was Lotor, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he stomped down to the living room. Keith rinsed the last plate faster than he could. He went to Lotor.

"Lotor, I could tell you're tense, is there anything you need?" Keith questioned. Lotor nodded towards the two beer bottles on the counter. Keith walked up to the beer bottles and placed them gently at the coffee table.

As Lotor drowned in beer, Keith decides to go upstairs to check on Lance. As he opened the bedroom door, he heard soft sniffles.

The bedroom had white, clean walls, and a wooden floor. There was a black and white kingsize bed, and underneath it was a black, fluffy carpet. There were expensive, wooden night shelves that were placed next to both bedsides. Keith grasped the metal knob and twisted it, which lead to the bathroom.

The water was running, and Lance was standing in front of the large, square mirror, with his nose bleeding. Lance took a handful of tissues and carefully wiping the blood.

"Lance, are you alright?" Keith said, standing straight at the door.

"Yes, I'm fine." Lance assured, with slight aggression in his voice. Keith gently placed his hands on Lance's shoulders.

"C'mon, let's get you to sit down." Keith said. He forced Lance to sit down on his bedside, as Keith grabbed the handful of tissues. Keith's fingers placed carefully on Lance's nose bridge, squeezing it softly.

"Seriously, Keith, I'm fine. Please go downstairs." Lance repeated. Before he could pull Keith's hand away, Keith interrupted him.

"But it's my duty to protect, and care for you and Lotor. Please, I insist." Keith reassured. Lance raised his eyebrows.

"Insist?" Lance wondered out loud. Keith suddenly realized what he was doing.

Insist...

Keith's fingers let go of Lance's nose. He stood up and backed away.

Go downstairs.
Go downstairs?

"Well, after that, the blood should be dry. You should sneeze it out. If you need anymore help, I'll be here Lance." Keith offered. He speed walked away from the room, thinking about what he said, and did.

Lance sat there, still confused. Is that apart of his program? Or... does he feel something? Lance thought. He sat there with the handful of bloody tissues in his hands.

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