Chapter Text
Introduction
~Voltron world~
Keith’s life had become a mess ever since his mother’s murder. With his dad gone and no next of kin ‘alive’ to take him in he was left an orphan and thrown into the system.
He lived in various homes through the years until one fated day when he was 10, a woman went to the police station to pick him up and drove him to his new ‘home’, that was the day he first crossed the doors of the “St. Clarisas sisters children’s house” and met Takashi aka ‘Taka’.
Takashi Shirogane a boy that seemed to have lived there for longer than any other kid in the house had, he was like an older brother to the troubled kids in the house, he tended to the needs of the little ones when the staff was running short and looked out for the trouble makers, so they wouldn’t do anything that could get them in trouble with the authorities.
He had noticed Keith’s ability to get into trouble when he first met him, the small skinny boy had a natural talent for sneaking around and making his presence unnoticeable. A good couple of times he’d managed to escape from the house to go look for his father and every time Shiro had found him and kept his activities a secret, he had noticed how lonely Keith felt, so he never kept his eyes away from him whenever the younger boy was around.
Keith had been annoyed at his presence when he first met Takashi, but the (barely) elder boy’s caring, ‘free spirit’ and natural born leadership skills got under his skin and soon he became Keith’s whole world. They would sometimes spend hours talking or studying whenever Takashi had no other kid to tend to. Keith would eventually understand that ‘Taka’ couldn’t be with him all the time as he had the other kids to look out for, which got him into all sorts of creative ‘activities’ that would end up in him getting caught into some sort of trouble and thus getting Taka to pay him some attention.
Keith was the happiest whenever he was with Taka, they had become inseparable as the years went by he even forgot for a moment about the fact that they weren’t actual brothers and that his father was somewhere out there. But that happiness was over the day Taka had decided to leave for the military and the fact that a family came in and adopted Keith at the sweet age of 12.
The couple that had chosen him already had a 7 year old child that had issues with making friends, so his parents thought it was good idea to adopt a kid a bit older to look out and play with him.
As promised, since he left, Takashi begun writing monthly letters to Keith, as the boy wasn’t going to be able to visit him, for the base he was sent to serve at was located a great number of hours away, hidden by the mountains and the forests up north. In those letters he would describe his training, his team mates and the place he was living at. He always portrayed his days and activities in a way that Keith would be able to imagine those and feel like he was actually there with him.
Keith was always excited for those letters as he himself had never traveled further than the outskirts of the big city he lived in, it allowed him to travel places his imagination could not create by itself.
His new family was a very strict one, he had waking, eating, studying, playing and sleeping schedules to follow. He was not allowed to leave the house anywhere further than the bus stop and that was only applied to school days and in the right schedule. Keith was allowed to enter the kitchen when called for breakfast and snack time, the entire family had dinner at 7:30 pm exactly every day and even his dad had to shut off all work related activities for meal times.
Their mother was a writer and a stay at home mom, she had her studio separated from the huge state and of course the kids weren’t allowed anywhere near it. She was sometimes required to appear at the office and at some events, but other than that she was always secluded in her study.
The little kid, his new ‘brother’, was adorable, he was short and chubby, he had rosy cheeks, blue eyes with a purple tint on them and light almost platinum-white blonde hair. He was a quiet one, he did as told and did great in school, he never bothered his parents in their work time and only spoke when asked about his day. Keith was worried for the kid but also for himself as to what they would do if he wasn’t a good kid himself, not that he feared they’d hurt him or make him do bad things but he was afraid that he’d once again be left alone, that his new ‘family’ would see the real him and abandon him like his father had.