The Secrets Within Ourselves (KLANCE)

Song Of The Chapter:
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage Of The Elephant

Lance silently slipped outside into the night. It was his last day of summer before school started, so he guessed he could put it to some use. He had been meaning to get some cash, since his daytime job hadn't been paying well. 
Screw that job, he thought bitterly as he jumped from roof to roof, his glittering blue body glowing under the pale moonlight.
He slowed as he reached the bank.
Tonight will be fun.
Leaping onto the bank's roof, Lance located the safe room. It wasn't the first time Lance had robbed this particular bank. Letting his arm transform into a long blade, Lance began to saw through the wall on the side of the building.

Little did he know, a pair of yellow eyes was watching him from the shadows of another nearby building's roof.

As soon as Lance broke through the wall, he cautiously maneuvered around motion detectors and cameras, freezing both in the process. Acting quickly, Lance reached a safe. He pulled down his face mask, revealing his icy lips. With an inhale, he blew out frost, freezing the door to a point where it broke from the metal contraction. He pulled off the door, and then stuffed the money inside in a bag.
Lance was almost clear until he turned the corner.

There, Slate stood, tail swishing back and fourth.

Lance felt a smile grow on his face, yet it wasn't visible due to the mask covering half his face.
"Well well, I didn't expect you to be out tonight, Frost." Slate said, folding his arms.
However, Lance could see his claws retract.
Lance put a hand on a hip, the bag of money still slung over his shoulder.
"Nor did I."
A grin captured Slate's lips, and his ears raised. He pretended to just notice the money Lance had in the bag.
"Where do you think your going with that?"
Lance replied, "Are you going to try and stop me? That's a shame. I honestly thought that I could get away without a fight."
Lance could see Slate stiffen, yet he stayed in the same pose, faintly smiling.
"Well, that is my job. Maybe you had your hopes up too high. Of course, if you don't want a fight, you could just hand over that bag."
Lance sighed. "Sorry kitty, there ain't no rest for the wicked."

Without any further conversation, Lance transformed his arm into a sword-like weapon and attacked. Slate dodged, but his claws scraped against Lance's arm.
Blood quickly began to surface, scarlet red contrasting with icy blue. As Slate watched the process for a moment, Lance took the distraction as an advantage, and used his powers to freeze Slate's hand.
Obviously surprised, Slate took a second, breaking the ice against the wall before lunging at Frost.

The two wrestled on the ground, until Lance managed to shove Slate off. Before they could recover, Lance kicked his opponent hard, causing the over-sized cat to fall against a wall.
Lance didn't waste a single second.
The next moment, Slate was pinned against the wall in an ice trap, his whole body stuck except his head. Lance, aware of his victory, walked forward, slinging the bag over his shoulder in triumph.
He leaned forward, letting his icy eyes meet Slate's amber yellow eyes.
"Better luck next time, darling."
Slate frowned and growled, "This isn't fair."
Lance laughed and walked toward the broken wall.
"Life isn't fair, kitty."
Before leaving, Lance broke the ice on the security cameras and the motion detectors, setting them off in the process.
"So your little cop friends can help."
"Very thoughtful." Slate said with flattened ears.
Lance stepped on the ledge, but before he jumped, he turned and said, "Sorry it had to end so soon, but, you know, priorities are priorities."
With that, Lance leapt backwards out the window, then caught himself by creating a slide of ice.
Frost disappeared into the night, leaving Slate alone, stuck in a trap of ice, listening to the faint sound of police sirens grow closer and closer.

It took a long time to get out of the ice after Frost's robbery. Once Keith got out, he knew Frost would be long gone.
Frustration seeped through him as he got back home, ignoring his mother as he marched upstairs.
Stripping the top of the suit off, he watched as his purple body began to turn back to normal, his ears slowly transforming back into human ears.
Keith sighed, trembling at the sensation before putting his suit back in it's hiding spot.
The dark haired boy got ready for bed, trying to warm up by bundling up in the warm comforter.
He wondered what the next day would bring. He was going to go to boarding school, which meant it might be harder to sneak out every night.
He would just have to make do.

The next morning, Keith woke up to his mother knocking lightly on the door.
"Keith? It's time to go. We need to get there early so you have time to situate your dorm."
Keith groaned in response, signalling he heard her. He sat in bed for a few minutes after she left, feeling sore from last night.
After building up enough will to get up, Keith walked downstairs and helped load his things in the car. And, after eating a few Eggo waffles, they hit the road.

Little did he know his whole life was about to change.

Keith walked to his dorm, his mother dropping him off. Usually the student's parents would come in and check out their child's dorm, but Keith knew his mom was a busy person. She didn't have time. Not that he cared, anyway.
Keith looked at the name of his roommate.

Lance McClain.

Keith wondered what he would be like. He sighed and opened the door, disappointingly finding an empty room.
No problem, Keith thought. He placed his suitcases and duffle bag on the bed, and hid his suit in a bag at the back of his closet. Keith looked down at his phone, reading 9:50 AM. His roommate probably would be here soon, since the main check in time started at 10:00. In the meantime he texted his friend, Pidge.

Keith: Hey, are you here yet?

It only took a second for a response.

Pidge: No, I will be there around 10:30 or so. Have you met your roommate yet?

Keith: No, but he should be here soon.

Keith began to unpack his other bags, and situated his bed. A few minutes after situating the red comforter, Keith heard a knock.
"Come in," Keith called, and looked up to see who it was.

Right off the bat, Keith noticed a few things about his roommate.

First off, Lance McClain was attractive.
He was a tall Cuban boy with deep blue eyes and messy brunette hair. Keith looked away quickly, realizing Lance may get the impression he was staring.
"Hey." The Cuban boy said, placing his things on his own bed.

Did Keith recognize that voice?

Keith replied, "Hey, you're Lance, right?"
The boy nodded. "Yup. And I'm guessing you're Keith?"

That voice definitely was familiar, but Keith didn't know where from.

"Y-Yeah, that's me."
Lance smiled, and Keith felt blush creep up on his face. Why did his roommate have to be so cute?! That made everything worse!

Lance began to unpack his own things, and Keith couldn't help but ask, "Who dropped you off?"
Lance shrugged.
"My family, but they didn't come in because my sister got sick in the car on the way here."
There was silence between the two before Lance asked, "How about you?"
"My mom."
"I'm surprised she's not still here," Lance chuckled. "Most parents love pestering their kids on how the dorm should look, how the kids should organize it. It's a nightmare."
"My mom is too busy for that, and honestly I don't know if she cares that much to do that. I don't know. She's a cop. She has a lot to do."

Lance sighed. Keith looked up at Lance while he was looking away. Lance's face looked saddened and distant for a moment, like he was lost in some memory. But, as quick as Keith noticed it, the emotion was gone.
Lance walked to the bathroom and began to set up his things, leaving Keith to sit, alone.
Lance came back a few minutes later with a smirk on his face.
"What's making you so happy?"
Lance leaned on the, doorway, his hand on his hip.
"I'm planning on pranking my friend. He's gonna be arriving soon and is at the end of the hall."
Keith rolled his eyes, loosing interest.
"Well, good luck with that, don't count on me to help you."
Lance's eyes sparkled in amusement. "Grumpy, much?"
Keith grunted, pulling out his phone.
"Don't want to get involved is more like it."
"Well, fine. I will leave you and your stupid mullet alone, then." Keith looked up at the doorway as Lance left.

What was it about Lance that was so oddly familiar?

Authors Note:
I have a few chapters that just need to be revised. I plan to post the new chapters as frequently as possible. Thanks for reading!

UPDATE: MY WRITING GETS BETTER I SWEAR. I have been revising the chapters, too, so some things might be changed slightly.
-Squemon <3