Let me Help you (Au: Eine Welt ohne... - Für mich)

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Let me help you

Team: Schwarz
Challenge: AU: Eine Welt ohne ... Voltron (Für mich)
Fandom: Voltron
Charaktere: Shiro, Keith
Wörter: ca 950
Sprache Englisch


He looked at the boy at the other side of the table. Of course there was no trust on that side... The boy, Keith was his name as he was told, sat there arms crossed and looked at him with fiery almost hostile eyes.
He had already introduced himself. Takashi Shirogane, also known as Shiro, was studying law and psychology to help those who had no one at their side. And right now he was volunteering to help one or two teenagers who had trouble with the law.
Keith didn't react. Shiro hadn't expected him to.

"You don't have to talk to me. But please understand that I am not your enemy. I am not a cop and not yet a lawyer. I don't even earn money here." He had no authority over Keith so he was no threat to this rebellious teenager who had quite an impressive record of shoplifting and brawls. He was lucky that he was still seventeen and the police had always taken his background into account so that he was still spared from the jail but everyone knew that that would change once he turned eighteen. They had caught him again outside a shop with an unpaid lighter in his pocket. Samuel Holt, a policeman, who had become a close friend to Shiro, had asked him to talk to Keith. He didn't seem like a lost case to him, so Shiro accepted. And now they were sitting at a bakery near the police station with two cups of tea in front of them. Shiro's almost empty, Keith's untouched.

"And?" It was the first word Keith spoke, "they all say that..."

Something inside Shiro twisted. No, he also didn't think Keith was a lost case.

"Yes... And they all believe they can make you a better person. Perhaps they all really have the best intentions but in the end no one really gets you so you don’t have much choice but to rebel." Shiro said and now saw a motion in Keith's face. The boy got up and stormed out of the store. He looked around, found Shiro's motorbike, climbed on it and drove away. Shiro sighed deeply and massaged his temples. Apparently he had been too close to the truth for Keith's liking.
Shiro emptied his cup and then called Sam Holt to tell him about the... he didn't want to think about it as theft. Keith didn't know other ways to express his feelings. But he wanted his bike back. When that was done he returned to the police station to do everything in his power that Keith didn't get punished. He wouldn't file charges against him in any case.

When Keith was led into the station by Sam, Shiro looked at him mildly. "Now that you’ve proven your point, shall I take you home? Your mother must be worried."

"What?" Keith asked, truly confused.

"Since I won't file any charges there won't be any consequences for you. So? May I take you home?"

"What? Are you insane? I just stole your bike! An impressive bike if you ask me and you... Why? Why the fuck aren't you mad?"

Shiro ruffled through Keith’s hair. "You remind me of a boy your age. Burdened with a muscle disease, angry at the whole world about his fate, disappointed at his family who left him alone as soon as they learned about him being gay, he did all sorts of bullshit. Shoplifting, alcohol consumption, soft drugs, brawls with one of the local bikers or two... His teachers had forgotten what he looked like so seldom he attended school. Why should he go when he didn't expect to get old? Everyone had given up on him. No one cared about a sick boy with a criminal record, and those who did wanted to force their views on him instead of asking him what he felt. They wanted to teach instead of listen and the boy didn't want to be taught anything. So he was considered a hopeless case."

Keith looked at him sceptically. "And now he is at a police station because his bike got stolen by another hopeless case?" he asked.

"I don't believe you're hopeless. I won't say I get how you're feeling because I can't. But I recognize a soul in pain. Keith, I would like to meet you again. As I said earlier, you don't have to talk about anything. But if you want to, I'll be there to listen. If not... What do you think of an afternoon at the game centre? A motorbike tour out into the desert? Or... we can meet at the university gym and I can show you a few self-defence moves." Or attack. Whatever helped Keith to get rid of his excess energy.

The boy looked at him sceptically. "And what if I don't tell you anything even after that?"

"That would be fine, too. I don't expect anything in return." He just wanted to lend him a hand that he needed to get a grip on his life. Now even literally as he held out his prosthetic right hand to the boy which he reluctantly took.

"Good. Then let's meet next Tuesday at 3 p.m. in front of the mall."

Keith nodded and then agreed to be taken home. Shiro grinned. That was the first step of a long way, he was ready to go. He looked at Sam who proudly smiled. It had been him who had provided that same hand to Shiro eight years ago.