Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or its characters. I just really hope I can do them all equal and good enough justice!

Author's Note: So, I got this idea to do seven days of Voltron. It's an area I've written absolutely nothing on, personal or posted, and after watching season 4 (my gosh, Lotor, Keith, what's up with Shiro?!) and after reading absolutely brilliant fanfics by Rangergirl3 (definitely go check out her AMAZING work), I decided to do this.

Basically, for the next six days, I'm challenging myself to write one chapter a day for each of the Paladins plus Allura and Coran. So, since Keith is my fave, he gets the first chapter. :)

Please comment and let me know what you think. Constructive criticisms and even plain acknowledgement that you like what I write are the most inspiring things for me! Hope you enjoy!

There was nothing but darkness. For a brief moment, it was calm, comfortable, and safe.

And then streaks of purple light raced across Keith's vision, and he realized he was in a Galra ship. Not the Blade of Marmora.

No, this was one of their ships.

Keith took in his surroundings and his heart sped up. He was in one long horribly infinite-seeming hallway of cold metal and magenta lights. The air was thick and hard to breathe, and the entire place seemed to be thinking kill. Kill you. Now.

Keith took a deep breath to try to figure out what to do. He didn't remember sneaking on a Galra ship. He didn't remember being captured.

He looked around the hall wearily, but no one was there. It was just him. Alone in the alien ship with no clue how he'd gotten there.

Or at least, he had been alone.

A figure far down the hallway was coming his way. Every instinct Keith possessed wanted him to draw his sword or turn and run, but he found himself suddenly unable to move.

It wasn't too long before he recognized the figure as Zarkon.

Keith struggled frantically to move but found himself suddenly held in place by the witch, Haggar. Yellow eyes glowed through the shadows of her dark hood and she held out her hand out at him, malicious magic pulsing around her fingers.

"It's almost like you can't help yourself, Paladin," Zarkon smiled malevolently as he came to a stop in front of Keith.

Keith found he couldn't move, couldn't' speak, couldn't even make a noise. So instead, he settled for a glare.

Zarkon chuckled in response, shaking his head lightly. "Who could have guessed the truth in my words when we fought all that time ago?" Zarkon grabbed Keith's chin in two clawed fingers. "Ah, yes," he said in a low growling tone. "I can see the Galra in you. I know my own people. They are relentless and strong and do not give up." Zarkon smiled in an evil, twisted way. "That's you, isn't it, Paladin?"

"Let go of me!" Keith found his voice and pulled his head back as best as he could to get away from Zarkon's grip.

This only made Zarkon laugh as he dropped his hand to his side. "You only prove my point, Paladin," Then his laughter ceased and he stared at Keith with a terrible glimmer in his eyes. "Do your fellow petty Paladins know? Does the princess know that you are a part of the race that destroyed her people?"

"You destroyed Altea," Keith growled. "And I'm not one of you."

Zarkon set his jaw. "Perhaps not completely, however... What do your friends think about this?"

Suddenly, it was dark again. Keith could move once more, and he found himself stumbling around, looking for something, anything.

Then some dim light returned and Keith found himself in his room at the castle. The empty room with the bed made like he was taught at the Garrison. His dagger sat on top of his pillow.

Even though being in his bedroom meant he was home, Keith felt uneasy and confused and he grabbed his dagger quickly. Its familiarity gave him only a slight comfort and he hurried to open his door. He barely made it out of his room before a voice from behind him called, "Keith?"

Pidge.

Keith turned around hurriedly. His eyes widened when he saw his whole team standing in the hallway a few feet away. He hadn't even heard their footsteps and he generally had good hearing.

It hit him after a moment that the Paladins, Allura, and Coran were all looking at him nervously. He thought Pidge may even have taken a step back.

"Keith, what-what-you-" Pidge stuttered.

Shiro moved in front of her and his eyes hardened.

"What?" Keith asked, taking a step closer to his friends.

"What are you?" Shiro asked without any warmth in his voice.

Keith scrunched his eyebrows. Some part of his brain registered, but the conscious part was confused. "What do you mean? It's me. Keith"

There were varied reactions of disbelief and horror and...hatred. Hatred for him. "Guys, what-" he caught a glance of something in his dagger. Something that definitely didn't belong...

He raised his blade to look and his heart seemed to stop as he saw the thing staring back at him. Purple skin, glowing yellow eyes, fangs for teeth. Keith dropped his dagger and saw he no longer had fingers, but claws.

"What? No, no-"

"Stay back, " Shiro growled at him. Shiro's cybernetic arm began to glow and he held it up in defence.

"No, Shiro, I swear, it's still me. I didn't know I was-"

"Monster!"Allura shouted. Her face was red with anger, her eyes filled with murder. "Why didn't you tell us!"

"I didn't know! Allura, please. Shiro, don't-"

Shiro was slowly advancing on him with the clear intent to hurt.

"Guys, I didn't know, I swear!" Keith exclaimed and he stumbled back a few steps. "Shiro, you have to believe me!"

"Believe you?" Lance exclaimed. He had his rifle. He had it pointed at Keith. "You want us to believe you when you couldn't even tell us that you're-you're one of them?"

"Lance, I didn't know!" Keith said again. He stared in fear at Shiro. Never had he been afraid of Shiro before. Never had he been afraid of his brother before. Perhaps they weren't related by blood, but Keith had known Shiro for years. They'd been through so much together, and now...

Shiro looked ready to kill.

"Shiro, please. You know I'm still me. I-I wouldn't hurt any of you. Not ever. I-"

"Shut up," Shiro cut him off with a hiss. Suddenly, it was only Shiro and Keith. The hall had melted away, the castle was gone.

In the background, Keith's friends were screaming in horror or shouting things like, "Monster!" "How could you have lied to us?" "You destroyed our planet. Our people. Our king!" "I can't believe you'd lie...We trusted you."

And Shiro was advancing closer and closer, the hate and fury radiating off him in waves. His dark grey eyes were hard and cold in a way Keith had never seen them before. The leader of the Paladins bared his teeth viciously, his weaponized arm glowing and sparking dangerously.

"Shiro, please," Keith pleaded, but his own voice sounded quiet and weak and far away.

"Monster!" "Galra scum!" "Traitor!"

"They tortured me for years, Keith," Shiro spat his name like it was a dirty word. "And all this time, you were one of them."

"No! I'm not! I'm not, I swear!" Keith shouted. His back hit a wall that hadn't been there before and the two were now in Keith's old room. Not from the castle. Not from his ramshackle cabin in the middle of nowhere. His first one in the house where he and his parents had lived.

A small bed was messy and unmade, blankets tossed about every which way. The bookshelf was covered in books, all stacked on top of each other in haphazard ways. Another bookcase was lined with bins for toys.

And Shiro was still advancing. And Keith was stuck against one wall. There was no where to go.

"Shiro, please. I promise you I didn't know I was Galra!" He tried to shout, but his voice was still quiet and felt a great distance away. Shiro didn't seem to be hearing it.

"That witch took my arm," Shiro growled. "They stripped away my thoughts and my memories and replaced them over and over. And you are one of them. And now you want to hurt my family?"

"No! No! I don't! Shiro, they're my family too! Please, I didn't know, you have to believe me, Shiro, it's me! It's me!"

"Goodbye, monster," Shiro growled. He was just a foot away from Keith now and he stared straight into his eyes and hissed, "I hope you rot and fester in hell."

Then his arm was slicing into Keith and he screamed and then…

Keith bolted upright in bed, panting and shaking and sweating, and maybe even crying a little bit, but none of that mattered. None of it mattered at all.

He stared at his hands. They were normal. Pale, slender, calloused from countless fist fights. Keith dug his dagger out from under his pillow and stared at the dim reflection.

He glared at the figure in the dagger for at least five minutes. White skin. Purple eyes. Regular teeth. Bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes.

After being satisfied that he wasn't that thing anymore, Keith threw the dagger as hard as he could across the room, and it embedded into the wall up to the hilt.

Keith didn't care what Coran would say later. He'd worry about it then.

He then stared at his pillow for a count of three, before subjecting himself to the fact that he would not under any circumstances be able to sleep again that night. Not after that dream.

So he grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. Picked up his bayard from beside his bed - he didn't really care if his team thought he was paranoid to sleep with weapons so close by - and he hurried out of his bedroom, careful to not look behind his shoulder at the hall where they'd all looked at him like that…

He walked quickly and not very quietly all the way to the training deck.

Keith heart was still pounding, and his head was still filled with his team's voices. Monster. Traitor.

I hope you rot and fester in hell.

Keith couldn't request the level five robot fast enough.

He slashed and hit and fought wildly, even if he knew fighting with emotion only resulted in sloppy fighting and higher chances of losing, he didn't care.

Keith was knocked down more times then he could count (if he'd even taken care to count at all), but he always got up again.

He wasn't sure how long passed before he drove his sword into the robot's chest with a scream and the machine toppled backward to the floor with a crash.

Keith stared at his sword and the robot for a moment, panting, wheezing, and bleeding from a few fresh(though minor) wounds.

They tortured me for years. And you're one of them.

You killed my people. My father.

Monster.

How can we believe you? You lied to us.

Traitor.

I hope you rot and fester in hell.

That was all the rest Keith could take before he sank to the ground and covered his ears with his hands, even if it didn't help the memories of the nightmare from entering his thoughts at all sides.

He may have screamed a few times. May have cursed his parents. Cursed himself. He may have buried his face in his hands and cried.

He sat in the middle of the large, open training deck. Alone except for the robot he'd stuck his sword into.

Alone with only his own horrible thoughts to keep him company.

Author's Note: So, that's it. That's chapter one. It's almost 10:30 and I have a lot of tests tomorrow to study for, so...wish me luck? Call me stupid? Both? Anyway, I know this is a hurt/comfort story, and I promise I'll get to the comfort part… Eventually. Anyway, I hope you are somehow still willing to read on!