My name is Misato Okami, and I've been on the street science I was eleven. My mother and little sister had been murdured in front of me, seven years ago, and before the police could take me to some orphanage, I ran. They didn't try looking for me very long, giving up after about a year.

I've been stealing to get the food I need, and ocationally to get new clothes. I don't like it, but hey, when it's the only thing that'll keep you alive, you do it. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Finding a place to sleep for the night, though, is a different story. Boxes and and stuff like that had been the only places I could sleep. No one offered to help, not even with food.

Today, though, I'd decided to pickpocket the next person I see walking by. Walking down the street, I keep an eye out. The first person I see is a somewhat older man, with graying beard and a bald head. His wallet is in his back pocket, easy enough.

As I walk by him, I purposely bump his arm. "Watch where you're walking kid!" He yelled at me, not even looking back at me. I smirk and go through the wallet, finding a good bit of money. After taking the money out, I throw the wallet to the ground and walk away calmly, my heart beating tenfold.

Once I know I'm far enough away, I sit down to catch my breath. I smile and laugh softly to myself, deciding to to for another unlucky person. I see a woman with whiteish/silverish hair, and walk by her, bumping into her. "Sorry." I mutter, hiding the wallet I'd taken. I hadn't even noticed she'd stopped walking.

"If I could have my wallet back, that'd be great." She called with a smugness in her voice that made stop me in my tracks. I look over my shoulder, only to see her holding out her hand, expecting me to hand it over. "And if I said I don't have it?" I asked, turning towards her, but staying ready to run.

"I'd hate for you to go jail for taking that man's money." She smirked. I glared at her, had she seen me take it?  Or was she pulling my leg? It didn't matter. I just sigh and throw her wallet back to her. As I'm walking away, though, there's a hand on my shoulder. Panic set in, and I grabbed the hand of the person that dared put their hands on me. I twist behind the person, keeping hold of their wrist, with my foot stepping over theirs.

"You have great reflexes," The woman said, "but you need more training." And then I was looking up at the sky, my back to the sidewalk. "Come with me." It wasn't even a question, and once I was back on my feet she grabbed my wrist and started walking the way I'd been going.

"Let me go!" I exclaimed, trying to pull my wrist away, but with no luck. "Where are you taking me?" I ask, but she didn't answer. It's like she's trying to ignore me. "This is basically kidnapping, ya know." I said, but she didn't answer me.

I sigh again and just let her drag me to wherever it is she wanted me to go. We ducked into an alley and from there it was a maze of other alleys. I'm not even sure where we are anymore. The woman still hasn't even told me her name yet, and I really just want to find a place to sleep.

She knocked on the door we stopped in front of and the little hole opened so the person inside could see. "Password." It wasn't even a question.

"For his majesty, King Alfor." The little door closed and the door was opened, allowing us access to enter. I looked around, amazed that something like this was here. I hadn't even noticed she let go of my wrist until I bumped into her.

"Who are you?  And why did you bring me here? Where even is here? Are yo-"

"Stop asking so many question, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Allura Altea, and I brung you here because I felt like you should be off the streets. This is the HQ to my gang, Voltron." She told me, and I couldn't help but give a small gasp of surprise. Voltron was popular in the places I've been getting rest. She gave a small giggle, and beckoned for me to follow her.

We walked until we were in the main common room, at least I think it's the common room. She whistled loudly, calling the others I guess. In about five minutes, five people came into the room, and after another minute or so, an older man came into the room. They were all staring at me, and it was getting a little irritating. "Stop staring at me!" I bit out, I didn't like it.  Two of the guys looked away, one whistling softly to himself.

"These are the members of the gang." The woman said, motioning for them to introduce themselves.

The one in a white and blue shirt looked at me and smiled, "I'm Lance, the sharp shooter. Wanna go out some time, cutie?"

I made a face, "Over my dead body." I said, then the one in red stepped forward.

"I'm Keith.  Don't mind him....he's the idiot around here." He said, jerking a thumb in Lance's direction, earning a displeased protest.

The one in yellow smiled softly at me. "I'm Hunk, sorry about Lance." He said, his voice alwarm and inviting.

Next, the one in black stepped forward, offering a hand. "I'm Shiro." I took his hand, giving a nod of acknowledgement.

"I'm Pidge, nice to meet you." The one in green said, stepping forward and offering a hand, I do the same thing I did with the one in black.

"Everyone, I want you to meet......-" She just now realized she never got my name, and looked to me expectantly.

I sigh, "Misato."

"Right, Misato. I had a run in with her on the street, she has great reflexes. What do you all think of her joining us?" She questioned the others, and their was a moment of silence,  all of them looking to each other.

Then the one in red made a move to lunge at me......