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Shiro P.O.V
It's almost been a year since we last saw Lance. For the first 3 weeks we were excited about the space he was giving us until we found a note hidden under the refrigerator, seeming to had fallen from the counter and slid under.
It was addressed to me and Keith. After reading it guilt covered me like a wet blanket. I sadly looked over to Keith to see guilty tears streaming down his face. He looks up at me and whimpers. I quickly pull him to my chest as he starts sobbing and I breathe in a shuttering breath.
"It's all my f-fault." He sobs.
"No, no babe this isn't just your fault... It is mine too. He must have been here when we had that conversation."
He nuzzles deeper in my chest and cries silently from what he did.
I slide onto the floor, Keith still in my arms and rest against the cabinet.
'What have we done...'
Lance's P.O.V
Warmth.
Gosh I haven't felt this warm in forever. I could stay like this forever. I snuggle deeper into the plush pillow and pull the covers closer to my face.
'Gosh this smells really good. I wander wh-'
Wait.
Bed? Wait bed!
I bolt upright at my realization, head spinning from sitting up to fast.
"Shit," I mutter as I rip the covers off and slide of the extremely comfortable bed.
'Where the hell am I?' All I remember is dying in an alleyw-
"WAIT!" I yell interrupting my train of thought, "AM I DEAD."
I mean that would explain the luxurious room I am in.
I look around and find that I am in a giant bedroom. (I am too lazy to write description)
I spin around in circles and grip my long curly hair. I pull a little and yelp.
'Pain, wait. Pain. There's no pain when your dead right???'
Shit then where am I?
Suddenly the door to my left opens and a man with orange hair and a bushy mustache quietly glides in, unaware of my now awake presence. He is wearing a neat black tuxedo and seems to be carrying a tray with a bowl of water that has... herbs in it? Huh that's odd. Next to it is a rag and what looks to be a thermometer.
When he finally notices me he seems as shocked as I am about his presence.
"Oh your awake!" He says cheerily, bouncing over towards me.
I scramble back scared and confused, attempting to put as much distance as I can between this strange man and myself. My back, all to quickly hits on of the giant windows in the room. My hairs begin to stand on end, survival instincts kicking in. I am trapped.
The man seeing my ever growing panic, gently sets the tray on the floor and starts approaching me cautiously, hands up in the universal sign of peace.
I start hyperventilating the closer he gets. He seems to be talking but all I can hear is my heart beat in my ears. My vision is tunneling. He seems to notice my ever growing panic and stops. He looks worried but all I can think is 'Danger! Stranger! Get away! Protect yourself!' Years homeless on the streets of New York can do that to a guy.
He looks over his shoulder and looks to be calling for someone. I hunch into myself and begin looking around the room for a possible exit before his friend arrives.
My vision starts getting splotchy as I become for frantic for a way out and breathing becomes difficult.
I look back to the strange man to find a lot of people in the room staring at me. My panic spikes even further. My wide eyes scan the growing crowd. The guy to the left is in a chefs outfit looking at me concerned. He looks to be talking to the short girl in the middle who looks to be just a regular business woman. My eyes move to a woman next to the strange man from earlier. She had white hair up in a bun in an outfit similar to the mans.
After a few minutes they all seem come to a general agreement and start approaching me like a cornered animal. My instincts flew into overdrive and I made a split second decision and decide to make a run for it.
I run straight at the shorter girl with glasses and she flinches in surprise as I vault over her and start running towards the door. I hear yells of protest behind me but don't stop and just urge myself to run faster.
I turn the corner of the hallway I am in and run straight into someone and would've fallen if the person hadn't caught me. I look up to see my savior or potential threat to find a beautiful woman, with hard but gentle eyes.
Her eyes widen as she takes my form in.
"It's you," she mutters softly.
'Oh my god her voice is beautiful.'
I unconsciously began to relax in her hold until I hear shouts and rapidly approaching footsteps from behind me. I stiffen when I remember the situation I am. I start to struggle in her hold, wanting to get away.
'I don't want to be hurt again. Don't let this be like last time. Please don't let this be like last time. I can't do that again. No no no...'
I begin to struggle harder trying to get away from the comforting grip. Her hold doesn't loosen though, it just becomes tighter. I hear her growl and she tucks my into her chest and turns around so the people approaching can't see me.
"Why the fuck is our precious blue trembling in fear and trying to get away from you all?"
At first I could hear the voices frantically trying to explain what was going on but as I become more comfortable it finally clicks with me this feeling, that was long forgotten by me, I am feeling-
I feel protected.
I begin to sob in relief and find myself clinging to this stranger who is holding me. I nuzzle further into her embrace, attempting to get closer to the source of all the things I had be deprived of.
Safety
Warmth
Protection
And touch.
Fuck I am probably so touch starved, the only human closure being the frequent alley beatings I received.
I feel her grip tighten around me and hear her muttering something in my ear but I can't make out the words. All I can think is,
'I am home.'