Keith

Keith wakes up the next day to the sound of loud music. He groans and sits up, hearing the loud crack in his back. Looking around, he can't find the source of the noise. Lance is gone and the bedroom door is half-closed. He stands up and does a few morning stretches. He shuffles towards the door and pulls it open. Something wet falls on his head. He grips the handle harder, anger fueling him.

"Lance!" He shouts.

The brown haired boy pops his head out from inside the lounge room, trying to stiffle a laugh. "I can't hear you, Keith!" He shouts back.

"I'm going to kill you," he growls and starts treading forward.

Lance backs out of view as Keith nears. He enters the living room and searches for the culprit. He notices the speaker in the corner of the room and walks towards it. He bends down to turn it off but gets tackled to the ground.

He lets out a grunt and grips Lance's arms, flipping him over. The two struggle for the upper-hand in their friendly brawl. Lance gains it and smothers his face with his hand. Keith licks it and Lance immediately draws it away, falling backwards and rapidly whipping the siliva on his jeans.

"Eww, Keith, that's disgusting!"

Keith grins at him. "You deserve it."

"I feel as though I've been stabbed in the heart. You have pierced my heart so badly I don't think it can ever be healed."

Keith's heart aches though he buries the feeling. "Whatever."

"You need clothes," Lance says abruptly.

"I don't have any cash, remember. I crashed."

"I know. I'll pay." Lance smiles.

"Sure. If you're willing to," Keith says.

"Cool."

Keith and Lance got changed. Lance in a light grey shirt lined with blue underneath a grey-brown jacket accented with black and orange with a white hood. He also has blue jeans and white sneakers accented with black and lighter blue. Keith wears a black shirt, denim jacket with golden coloured buttons, blue jeans and black boots.

The two head into the kitchen and eat scrumptious eggs on toast before leaving. They hop onto the Lance's motorbike, Keith wraps his arms around Lance's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. The wind blows harshly against the men's skin as they drive down the gravel road. The engine revs as they speed up.

"Lance, slow down. You might put too much pressure on the engine!" Keith shouts over the loud wind.

"It'll be OK!" Lance shouts back and speeds up. Keith tightens his grip around his waist.

Keith feels the vibration running through him and a sudden jolt. The motorbike starts slowing down until it comes to a complete stop. The wind stops blowing harshly and the two hop off the bike. Lance laughs nervously and Keith growls.

"This is your fault, Lance," Keith growls, taking off his black bike helmet and throwing it at lance who stumbles to grab a hold of it.

"I'll be able to fix it. Just watch me," Lance says and drops the helmets on the ground before walking towards the bike.

Keith sits down on the ground and watches Lance pull out a tool set. He opens it and pulls out a wrench. He slides himself underneath the bike and does some stuff. Twenty minutes pass before Lance reemerges. He grabs out a white old cloth from inside the tool set and tries to wipe some of the soot off his face though he ends up smudging it. Keith can't help but think about how good looking he is.

"I've improved," Lance says and smiles.

Keith pushes himself off the ground and walks towards Lance. He clenches the other side of the cloth and pulls it out of Lance's hand. "Hey-" Lance begins but stops when Keith wipes the cloth against his cheek.

"You can't go in looking like a piece of crap."

Lance puts his hand on Keith's, stopping him wiping his face.

It was cold. He felt cold. The battle roared behind Keith. He held onto the side of his stomach and rested against a wall. His vision was blurring as another Galra soldier rounded the corner. He stumbled towards the soldier, readying his sword. As he swung, the opponent shot him in his right bicep. Keith stumbled backwards and landed on the ground. Just as the soldier was about to shoot him again, the sound of a sword piercing metal rang through Keith's ears. The upside down triangle for eyes fizzled as it collapsed onto the floor. Through his blurring vision, Keith could make out the outline of his mum. She ran over to him and bent down beside him, cursing at herself and the Galra. She removed his hand from the gash on his side and ripped off a piece of her suit, handing it to Keith.

"Hold this tightly on the wound."

Krolia wrapped Keith's good arm around her shoulder and slowly stood up, helping Keith up. Pain soars through Keith's wounds as she slowly starts walking through the corridors with him stumbling next to her. Tears pool in the corners of Keith's eyes as he feels the blood from the gun shot rolling down his arm.

The more the two members of The Blade of Marmora walk, the quieter the gunshots get as does the commotion. They reach two large doors. Krolia lets the scanner scan her hand. The doors open to reveal the rescue pod the Blade owned. Krolia guides Keith over to the pod and helps him inside.

"Mum," Keith croakily whispers in anguish. Krolia smiles at Keith with tears running down her face. "Behind...you," Keith stumbled as another loud gunshot ran throughout the room and Krolia convulsed.

"Keith."

Krolia held her smile for her son. She looked down at the wound in her chest. The firing started up again rapidly and she leaned against the rescue pod. She brought a gloved hand up to Keith's face, caressing it. She gently stroke it. "Mum," Keith whispered as tears slowly rolled down his face.

"It'll be alright, honey," she said. Keith shakily rested his hand on his mum's, leaning into the touch. "Everything will be alright."

"Keith!" Lance shouts. Keith is brought out of his memories though the anger is still there.

"The Galra don't deserve to live," he growls.

"Keith, don't say that."

Keith looks up at Lance to stare into his eyes with anger. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. He opens them and stares into Lance's blue eyes. "Let's just go already."

"Says the one who was blanking out for an eternity."

"Shut up, Lance."

Keith walks towards the helmets and picks his up and puts it on. Lance shortly follows. They hop onto the bike once more and start driving again.

Lance parks the bike and Keith hops off first. He takes off the helmet and grabs the small communication device out of his back pocket but there is no response. He sighs heavily and puts it back into his pocket.

The two walk into the crowded mall together and pass a variety of stores until they reach one that draws Keith's attention. He walks inside and lance follows. He flags through the leather bike pants until he finds his size. He walks away from lance and into the change room. The curtain was drawn back to reveal Keith with skin tight leather pants, excentuating his well defined leg muscles. A light blush layered Lance's skin.

"You'll never look as handsome as me. God wanted me to be hot," Lance says confidently.

"You're buying these," Keith says bluntly and changes back into his jeans.

Keith throws the leather pants at Lance. He takes them off his head and walks towards the cashier who scans the barcode and hands the pants back. "That will be twenty-two dollars please," the cashier says.

Lance groans and pulls out his debit card and does his stuff. Keith stands back and waits for their cue to leave. Once they finally do, they go into different stores. Keith finds the old red jacket he used to wear all the time and a black shirt. He finds dark blue pyjama pants and some trackpants and a jumper. They'd been out for about an hour before they headed to the food court to have some lunch.

They went to the classic McDonalds where they ordered two Big Macs and two medium chips. They sat down on a white table opposite each other.

"I hate you, Keith," Lance whines.

"Why?"

"You made me spend two hundred dollars on you."

"You chose too. You said you'd pay for my clothes, so you did. I don't see the problem with it."

"Yeah but – I didn't expect to spend so much money on you."

Keith unwraps his big mac and takes a large bite out of it. "Fankyou Lance," Keith says through his mouthful of food.

"Hey! Don't spit on me," Lance groans and shields his face with his hands.

"What if I do, huh? What are you going to do about it?" Keith says with a grin.

"I'll come after you. I am the Sharpshooter you know." Lance smiles.

"I thought you were loverboy?"

"I am. All the girls love me."

Keith mumbles under his breath, "and I do too."

"Did you just say I was really hot?" Lance wiggles his eyebrows.

"No. You're as ugly as a kids drawing," Keith replies.

"What?" Lance replies airily, obviously deeply offended. "I am not ugly."

"Oh yeah? Have you even seen your face? It looks like dogs poop."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does but your too scared to admit it."