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Shiro was beginning to get tired of waking up in the middle of nowhere, naked, dirty and next to a half eaten deer after the terrible pain and feeling of turning into a wolf for the past two years.
He thought maybe he should have a place to come back to instead of sleeping in motel beds and hoping he wasn't being eaten alive by bed bugs in that very moment.
Keith looked at his refection in his locker mirror seeing a red dot on his cheek before vigorously rubbing at it till it was gone.
Shiro looked at him with concern, "Keith, are you okay?"
Keith stiffened, "yeah, I'm great." He said looking at Shiro through the mirror.
“Well? Have you thought about it?” Shiro asked closing his locker after straightening his nurse uniform.
Keith pushed his uniform over his head before trying to fix his atrocious hair in his small locker mirror, “thought about what?”
Shiro sighed wishing Keith would listen to him for once, “the apartment.”
Keith made a strange face before the sudden realization, “oh, you were serious about that?”
“Yes! I think it'll be good for the both of us.” Shiro smiled encouragingly.
“Yeah, a vampire and a werewolf living together. Oh, maybe we could invite the neighbors over and eat them.” Keith muttered as he closed his locker.
Shiro raised a disapproving eyebrow.
“I'm kidding!” Keith rolled his eyes.
“So?” Shiro asked.
“What?”
Shiro smirked, “you know I won't stop bugging you about it.”
Keith sighed.
--
Keith crossed his arms as he looked up to the house with a scowl, “I didn’t agree to this.”
Shiro glanced at him with a smile as he signed the papers the landlord, Lotor, was holding, said landlord looked somewhat nervous.
“So I suppose I should tell you that the pipes are broken and it gets really cold, but I'll be coming back to fix it.” He explained taking back the clipboard after Shiro was done.
“So why has no one lived here for the past three years?” Shiro asked looking at Lotor suspiciously.
Lotor looked to the side biting his lip.
Keith scowled as he stood next to Shiro arms still crossed, “yeah, what else are you not telling us?”
“A man died here 3 years ago.”
Keith and Shiro glanced at each other.
“Shiro.” Keith pleaded.
“Keith, people die all the time.”
Keith uncrossed his arms, “Not with their head lodged in my future fridge!”
Shiro ignored Keith and turned to Lotor, “did you know that man?”
Lotor nodded looking at the ground with a pained look, “he was my Fiancé.”
Keith stiffened with guilt looking away, “sorry.”
Lotor shook his head, “look-I probably should have mentioned that.” He paused looking at the house, “it just… I don't come back here much.”
Shiro raised an eyebrow, “And that's why we're.
.??”
“...Outside of the house?” Keith finished, turning back to the house.
Lotor looked back and forth between them, “look, you guys seem alright. I know the place isn't perfect, but it's a great place for a couple, it really is.”
Keith turned back around, “what?”
Lotor eyes flashed to Shiro and back to Keith, “What.”
“It's ok,” Shiro said trying to hold in his laugh.
“So I can come by during weekends and do a fix up. As- as far as I'm concerned any furniture in there is yours.” He continued, “and honestly... I don't need a credit check.”
“Sold.” Keith deadpanned.
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And so, after tons of dusting and decorating they finally got settled in.
Shiro shimmied the spatula under the cooked egg before lifting it up almost making it to the plate but it slipped off the spatula and onto the ground.
“Good job, Rachel Ray.” Keith muttered looking as if he was just a normal person reading the paper and sipping at a cup of coffee but instead of coffee it was blood.
(Being a vampire working as a nurse really assures blood casualty free.)
“Well” Shiro grunted as he bent down to grab the egg on the ground, “the best thing about being alone in the kitchen is, when you make a mistake no one will know,” He smirked putting the egg on the plate.
That's when the lights started to flicker and a shadow flashed across the living room behind Keith who was clueless as to why Shiro was freaking out, “what?” Keith asked.
“Someone's in the house,” Shiro responded as he grabbed a kitchen knife and holding it up.
“Where?” Keith asked.
“Upstairs.”
Keith stood up as Shiro walked over to the stairs before he stopped and Keith passed him before Shiro grabbed his arms, “wait, wait, wait, we should call 911.”
Keith looked back at him with a look that said Shiro was ridiculous, “you're a werewolf, Shiro!” He whisper-yelled.
Shiro scoffed, “occasionally!” he whispered back.
Keith rolled his eyes and began walking toward the stairs again and they both trudged up them looking in every room until the found the one with a tan young man in blue pajama pants with robot lions all over them and a warm grey t-shirt.
He turned around “Oh, ladies and gentlemen the Bobbsey Twins!” He said bags dark under his eyes.
He began flapping his arms around, “I am God! I am everywhere! I drive all night just to get back home!”
Shiro lowered the kitchen knife, “are you trying to scare us with Bon Jovi?”
He put his arms down looking at Shiro then to Keith with immense confusion, “you can hear me.”
Keith crossed his arms, “yeah and you went searching for drug change under the wrong couch cushions, dude.”
“Keith.” Shiro sighed.
“What?”
“He's a ghost.”
Keith looked at Shiro with disbelief before turning back to the boy who was currently breathing unevenly and laughing in excitement, “you’re a ghost.”
“You can see me!” he breathed out a laugh before disappearing.
The two looked at the spot where he was, frozen, before the boy clouded into view again, “sorry, I'm not very good at this yet! I'm Lance, Hi!” Lance grinned from ear to ear.