Klance Anastasia AU

Rumor in Saint Petersburg

~Ten years later Hunk's POV~
I walk around the city of Saint Petersburg to try and find Lance and Pidge.

It seems like no matter where I go, I hear nothing except Emperess Allura of France believes Prince Akira is alive and offering a large cash prize for bringing him to her. Or vendors claiming to be selling real things owned by the Kogane family.

I walk up the steps of the building we will be holding tryouts in and am stopped when I hear, "Hunk," from behind me. Lance walks up followed by Pidge. "So you ready for those tryouts soon buddy?" He asks. "I've got four tickets to Paris, one for the three of us, and one for the prince."

"It's a mystery as to how he could have even survived," Pidge comments.

"Yes," Lance says, "But the Emperess sure is offering a lot, and we're gonna get those reubals." He chuckles.

~Keith's POV~
I wave to the rest of the kids in the orphanage as Iverson starts talking to me. "I got you a job in the fish factory, you will go straight there. When you get to the fork in the road, go left. Don't do something stupid. I cleaned you, I fed you-"

"You put a roof over my head." I finish for him.

"How come you can remeber all that, but can't remember any of your past."

"But I do-"

"Yes, 'together in Paris' but you aren't going to Paris, you're going to the fish factory." Iverson says opening the gate and sending me out.

"Be grateful Keith!" He yells.

"I am grateful, grateful to be out of there."

~Lance's POV~
I send out another boy and somebody else walks in. I look at the list, Coran, it says. The man walks on stage, "Hi, I'm Prince Akira, grandmother." He says bowing.

"Favorite flower?" I ask.

"Uh...rose?" He hesitates.

"Thank you, next!" I shout. James.

A boy walks on stage with a cigarette and says flirtily in a gruff voice, "Hey grandmother, it's me, Akira."

I rub my temples with my fingers, this is going to take a while.

~Keith's POV~
I get at the fork in the road and look at the sign. To the left, the fish factory, to the right Saint Petersburg. I look to the left and hesitate.

I know whats to the left, but I don't know whats right. Maybe Saint Petersburg could help me find whoever gave me this knife.

I pull it out the pocket on my cropped red and white jacket. They had to have loved me. I sit on a large rock, my finger tracing the words, 'together in Paris.' Which way should I go?

"Send me a sign, a hint, anything!" I yell.

Then a little black dog with a white bit of fur at the top of his head and a scar on his nose pulls on my sleeve. "I don't have time to play, I'm waiting for a sign," I tell it.

It grabs the knife out of my hands and runs to the right, and turns around and looks back at me pleading. "You sent me a dog as a sign?"

The dog drops my knife wagging its tail. "Okay..." I say following it all the way through the bustling town to the train station.

I get in a line and when I get to the front, "One ticket for Paris," I say.

"Travel card?" The man asks, and I give him a confused look. "No travel card, no ticket."

Leaving the line an old woman stops me, "Go see Lance," she whispers, "he can help."

"Where can I find him?" I whisper back.

"At the old palace, but don't say I sent you." She says and steps up to get a ticket.