Secret Love Song ~ A Klangst Story ~ Chapter 1

Lance closed the closet door behind him as he pushed Keith inside. Lance walked towards him until Keith hit the wall. The shorter of the paladins was breathing

heavy and his face flushed red at his close proximity to the tanned boy. Lance took hold of Keith's wrists and pushed them against the wall, preventing his movements.

Leaning in until he was right next to Keith's ear. The pale boy felt Lance's warm breath against his ear. He blushed impossibly harder.

"Remember, not a word.." Lance whispered in Keith's ear, sending chills down his spine. With that, Lance brought his face back in front of Keith's and kissed

him passionately. Keith kissed back without hesitation. He so desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Lance's neck, and thread his fingers through the soft tousled

brown hair. Unfortunately for him, Lance still had his wrists pressed against the wall. Just as quick as it happened, it was gone. Lance pulled away from Keith and

shot him a smirk before leaving the closet without another word. The familiar sinking feeling replaced the flustered remnants of the kiss and he slumped down against

the wall. He buried his face in his hands and shut his eyes tightly. This kind of thing happened almost daily, and it was just a game to Lance. He had no idea just

what it did to Keith, who was hopelessly in love with his heart attacker. But their relationship meant nothing to Lance, he was always flirting with every girl he saw,

never giving Keith anymore than an insult in the public eye. But behind closed doors, he acted like Keith was the only one in the world beside himself. Many nights a

week, Keith had cried himself to sleep, being forever denied of his only happiness. He wanted nothing more than to curl up against Lance's chest and be comforted by

the only one he ever lets his walls down for. That was a mistake in his mind. The closer he gets to Lance, the more damaged he becomes.

"Keith? What are you doing in here?" Keith jerked his head up to see Shiro's concerned face looking down at him.

"Oh, I was just reading." Keith laughed it off.

"In the dark closet? And are you crying?" Keith quickly wiped a stray tear off his face with his sleeve.

"It's quiet in here, and there was an emotional scene in the book that's all." He faked a smile best he could.

"Oh, okay. Well I just came looking for you because dinner will be ready in a few minutes and the others were wondering where you were."

"Alright, thank you Shiro. I'll be there soon." Keith nodded understandingly and Shiro waved before walking down the hall. It was sad, not even his brother

could tell when he was genuinely upset anymore, that's how much he built up his walls. Keith wiped his face one more time before leaving the closet and walking to the

dining hall. He took his seat next to Lance and stared at the table.

"Careful everyone, it's hot." Allura smiled as the plates were placed in front of everyone.

"And so are you Princess." Lance smiled seductively. The comment pierced Keith's heart like a spear. He tightened his grip on his

spoon and he ate quickly, wordlessly. The others didn't seem to notice as they were all wrapped up in their own conversations. The worst part about Lance's flirting

with Allura was that she no longer seemed annoyed by it, but either ignored it or said something back. But it wasn't Keith's place to be jealous. He wasn't supposed

to. Keith hurriedly shoveled the last few bites into his mouth before getting up. He looked at the others engaged in conversation and left towards his room, not

bothering to tell anyone he was leaving. He made it to his room and sat down on his bed. He ran a hand through his thick dark hair and looked next to him. He lifted

his pillow and took the small piece of metal from it's resting place. He rolled up his sleeve and brushed his free hand over the multiple lines that were faded into

his skin. He thought back to the last time he had done this. There was a similar situation to this one. Lance had left him alone again, sitting in the training deck

barely having said a word. Lance always left Keith feeling empty inside. Keith was certain Lance didn't do this intentionally, so he only blamed himself. 'How could I

be foolish enough to think someone like him could ever love someone as pathetic as me?' He thought, gritting his teeth. He took a deep breath and took another look at

the door to make sure nobody was coming before he looked back down at his arm. He glided the cold metal against his skin, creating fresh cuts over the faded ones.

He winced at the stinging sensation as blood started to trickle down his arm. He then returned the blade to it's place under his pillow and layed down, covering

himself with the covers, not bothering to wrap up his cuts or even take off his jacket. Part of him wished he wouldn't wake up, so that he wouldn't have to hurt

anymore. No more pain, not more disappointment, no more heartbreak.