Keith's pov

Shiro's vacation came to an end faster than what I would like. He left early in the morning today, leaving me a note saying to have a great day and that he would try to call when he had lunch. I wasn't looking forward to being along all day with nothing to do. I loved having Shiro around because he always found something fun to do with me. Like yesterday how we had a movie night and ate popcorn until we were too full to eat anymore. Or when we went to the park and had a picnic and fed the ducks at the pond.

I guess I can help clean the house. Shiro does so much for me, I should at least try to repay the favor. Getting out of bed I stretched and yawned, it was still pretty early in the morning, 7am to be exact. Shiro left at 5am, giving me a hug which I was half asleep for. I was still in my pajamas as I shuffled down the stairs and to the kitchen, making myself a bowl of cereal and got a glass of apple juice.

I didn't really know how to work the tv other than turning it on and whatever station was on was the one I had to watch, it was the news. I listened to the weather, seeing that it would rain for the next few days and that the temperatures would get colder because it was fall. Winter will be soon and then Christmas. I wonder if Shiro has Christmas off... I hope he does. I never spent Christmas with someone who cares about me before.

Once I was done eating I began cleaning the house. It was already pretty clean but it didn't hurt to tidy up a bit. I put some books away, folder some blankets, put the pillow on the couch where they should be. Once the downstairs was done I went upstairs, making my bed and putting my books away, watered the plants, and made sure that my cloths were all hung up and organized. I changed into some ripped black skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and my jacket before leaving my room. When I got to Shiro's office I stopped. He told me to not go in there, that was the only rule he set for me.

Biting my lip, my curiosity got the best of my and I slowly opened the door and peaked in. My eyes widening when I saw how messy it was in there. Books and newspapers in stacks on the floors, desks, shelves. Every wall was filled with news articles, all connected with red string, ever single one leading to a blank space with a big question mark and a name written in big, black letters.

"The Blue Lion?" I mumbled to myself, stepping into the room to get a closer look. Each article on the walls had something to do with this person too. "The Blue Lion strikes again. Twenty killed and three injured."

Wait, I've heard about this guy. People say he's a space pirate looting the space stations. Is Shiro on the case for him too? The Blue Lion was a very dangerous person. He killed thousands and injured even more. Want if Shiro gets hurt or killed?! Oh no, what if this guy comes and hurts us?!

I began to panic, running out of the room and almost tripped down the stairs. I skidded into the kitchen, actually tripped and falling against the wall, hitting my head pretty hard. I ignored the pain and pulled myself up, getting to the phone and dialed Shiro's number. Holding the phone tightly as my heart raced.

"Keith, is everything okay?" Shiro answered with a concerned voice.

"Y-you didn't tell m-me that... that you're on T-The Blue L-Lion's case." I stuttered up, needing answers.

"Keith, I told you not to go into my office." He sighed on the other end. "Are you okay?"

"No, S-Shiro, w-what if-if he hurts you?! You could g-get killed!" I said in fear.

"Keith, hey bud, it's okay, I'm completely fine. My team is highly trained and I can handle myself. It's okay, I'll be fine." Shiro soothed, his voice softening when he heard how scared I was.

"B-but he... he k-killed so many people. W-why didn't you t-tell me?"

"Because I didn't want you to worry. I knew it would upset you but it's my job to find these people, Keith. I promise you I'll be okay." He said.

"I-is this why the t-training stopped? I-is this why y-you don't want me there? B-because of him?"

There was a long pause on the other end. The only sign I got that he was still on the phone was his breathing. My heart clenching as I waited for a response. I was so shaken up by all this I felt sick.

"The training never stopped... He has been seen close to earth and because this is a space station here I... I lied to you, Keith and I'm sorry but that was the only way I knew how to keep you safe. I promise you I won't lie to you ever again and I'll let you come here once I know it's safe." He said softly, my heart dropping when he said that.

Shiro lied to me. I trusted him and he lied to me. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. Tears welling up in my eyes.

"Keith, you still there?" Shiro asked.

"Y-yeah... I-I gotta go-go."

"Keith, wait-"

I hung up, sliding down the wall and curled up in a ball. He lied to me. Even though he said he would never lie to me, he did. He broke his promise to me. Tears sliding down my face as the phone rang and rang, echoing through the house making me even more upset when I heard the voice mail recording and then stopped meaning Shiro left a message.

He was the only one out there in this messed up world that I truly cared about. I trust Shiro with my life but... he lied to me. I can't just forget about that. What if he does it again? Just like my foster parents did or their kids. How they would promise me I would be happy with them then they would hurt me. How they lied about letting me fit in with their family. How they lied about not being upset with me.

I got myself off the floor and went over to the door, pulling my shoes on before leaving. I just need to get out of the house, away from everything because it all reminded me of Shiro. I wanna forget about what just happened and if that meant going for a walk when it was really cold out then I would go. I kept walking until I got to a nice, quiet spot in the park. No one was here, the play set was empty and so was the parking lot.

Sitting down on the swig I gently kicked my legs under me, making myself swing back and forth a little. I used to love going to the park when I was younger. It made me forget how alone I truly was because I could just run around and play by myself, taking my thoughts off of the fact that I didn't have any friends. I would play on the swings and swig so high I felt like I was flying. I would chase butterflies and watch them fly from flower to flower. I would fined the pretties flowers and weave them into crowns. When I was younger it wasn't good but... I made myself smile and get through it. Now I'm frowning and dragging myself through it all.

"You look lonely. May I join you?" Someone said making me jump and almost fall off the swing but I gripped the chain tightly.

Looking up I noticed that someone had made their way over to me and was now standing next to the other open swing. It's the guy from Starbucks! That's why he sounded so familiar.

"O-oh uh.... s-sure?" I stuttered out as I cursed myself silently for not sounded confident at all.

"I'm Lance." He said with a smile and sat down on the swing, matching my rocking.

"Keith." I said back, biting my lip as I looked down, my face burning with embarrassment.

"I remember you from Starbucks." Lance said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah... I-I remember you." I regretted what I said instantly. I sound like a creep now. Nice going, Keith.

"Where's you're boyfriend at?" Lance asked.

"S-Shiro's just a friend and-and I-I'm not g-gay." I rushed out, wanting to just end myself right then and there because of how awkward I was being. Why can't I just be a normal person. I'm being so weird.

"He seemed like a nice guy..." Lance hummed, looking at me with his head tilted. "How do you know if you never try?"

"W-what?"

"Being gay isn't a bad thing."

"It's not... b-but I'm not g-gay."

"How do you know?" He asked teasingly now, making me uncomfortable. I don't even know him and he doesn't know me. He shouldn't be asking me these questions anyways.

"W-what do you-" I cut myself off when I looked up again and realized he wasn't there anymore. Looking around I didn't see him anywhere.

Was I just imagining all of that? He couldn't have left so quickly without me seeing him. That's so weird. Maybe I am going crazy. All this stress is making me see things. That's it, I'm not crazy, just tired and stressed... well, I hope that's it.