The Boy of His Dreams

Regular Days

Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defender, nor do I own any of it's characters. I do not own the cover art, either. It was taken from this link that belongs to an amazing artist: http://artsyfartsywhatnot.tumblr.com/post/156916736040/voltron-dump-good-lord-its-been-a-min-king-and
All I own/could own is the plot and story idea. This idea may have been done before, I do not know. This is my personal touch to this sort of situation. Again, I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defender, nor do I own the cover art. Only the plot. Enjoy the story.

Keith.. Keith was just another face in the crowd. He was no one new, just someone that could easily be glossed over in a crowd. Keith was quiet, but he didn't appear shy. Not to most, at least. Keith was not a shy person in the eyes of others. He was the freak, the slow kid, the aggressive kid that needed discipline. He was still that kid, just.. things were different, now. For him, at least.

Keith was silent, always the silent child. Some said that he played mute, played deaf.. sometimes he did. He'd look people dead in the eye and raise an eyebrow in confusion. Even when they shouted so loud that his ears ached, Keith could pretend, because there were days that Keith just couldn't manage to pull out a reaction. Not one that'd please the ones that antagonized him because he was just that different from others. Other days he'd look people in the eye with a sort of unbridled rage and no one but his brother could stop him from throwing the first hit.

There was a reason that Keith was labeled the problem child. There was a reason that Keith had no friends years after being orphaned.

Keith was antisocial. He rarely spoke unless spoken to by the teacher, and, even when he got into fights, Keith would barely breathe a word. The only words heard from him were the ones spoken to the teacher and the ones he murmured when he grew aggravated.

"Leave," he'd glare, even as a child. There was always fire behind his words, fire no one quite understood.

"Shut up," he'd look people in the eye as he often would give a growl of frustration. It'd be low and guttural, even animalistic, to the point that some would back off right there.

"Leave me alone." Sometimes, his voice would be desperate, even tired.

Most often, there wouldn't even need to be a word spoken and Keith would lunge at someone. He rarely lost the fights he got into, but when he did.. neither really felt like they'd won anything. It was just rage.. anger and fists would fly faster than the blink of an eye. There was a reason Keith had been kicked off the football teams. Not just because of his disciplinary issues, but because he was often too rough for the other players. Silent communication was perfect for him, but it was the fact that he was so aggressive that got him kicked off. It was funny.. because, in spite of his aggression, Keith was easily one of the smartest students in the school.

It didn't help that every time that Keith reached a new educational level, Shiro would graduate and move on, leaving him behind. Keith was always alone. And, entering high school with Shiro off with Matt during his classes, or locked in his room everyday until break, when he'd finally join Keith again in the quiet little house that was always too quiet when the three weren't spending time together or the kitchen wasn't on fire or something, Keith would realize that he'd never felt more alone. It was agonizing.

And his dreams, oh god Keith's dreams never seemed to end. There would always be something new, no matter how small. A new person, a new machine, a new name, species, fact, way of thinking, method of living, something was always happening, even in old dreams. They'd come back and Keith would be shocked by something new. Without Shiro around, Keith needed an outlet for the dreams. For a long time, he tried writing about it, but he gave up on that method. He'd tried calling Shiro to talk or even going up to his room, but that attempt was quickly shot down. Shiro was a college student, a damn good one at that, but even he got overwhelmed by the work and he was always one to turn into bed early. Unlike Keith.