My Hotheaded Paladin (Keith x Reader)

Goodbye Kiss

Your P.O.V. -

After a long and stressful battle of 'hide-and-seek', with Zarkon, we were finally able to get a break and discuss the possible ways that Zarkon could be tracking us. Allura believes that it's her and I still don't think that's true. And while we're talking to her about it, I noticed that Keith was a little ways away, looking a little concerned and somewhat anxious.

'He's hiding something, dammit...'

"There's no point in debating this further," Allura said. "Zarkon is clearly tracking us through me."

All of us then disagreed.

"Why would that be so hard to believe?", Allura asked. "Zarkon's forces showed up on Arus only after I awoke."

"She's got a point," Lance said. "I would absolutely travel across the galaxy to find you."

"It's not you, Princess Allura. It's me," Keith said.

'...why..?'

"Becau~se?", Hunk asked.

"I just think, Zarkon must've... imprinted on me during our fight or something," Keith said.

"Look, the fact is, we don't know how Zarkon is tracking us. It could be the Black Lion," I said.

"Yeah. Every time Zarkon gets close to it, Shiro has to fight him for control," Pidge explained.

"That's only when Zarkon is nearby," Coran stood up. "No paladin has ever been able to connect with a lion over a vast distance."

"So, what are we going to do?", Hunk asked.

"Look, it doesn't matter how he's tracking us because we're gonna take the fight to the Galra soon enough," Shiro said. "They've been chasing us from galaxy to galaxy, the last thing they expect is for us to come after them."

"The hunter becomes the hunted, hmm? Awesome!", Lance exclaimed. "That's the tagline from, like, six of my favorite movies."

"All cliché, I bet," I mumbled.

"As it happens, I took our list of recent Galra attacks and analyzed it for both commonalities and anomalies among the attacks sites," Pidge explained as she sat in her chair and messed with some controls. "I was hoping to create an algorithm that would, within a statistically acceptable margin of error, provide a list of target-rich Galra environments, color-coded, of course, because what are we, animals?"

We all stared at Pidge like the idiots that we are, compared to her, as she brought up a bunch of star-like coordinates.

"Cool!", Lance awed. "What is it again?"

"It's a Galra finder?", Hunk questioned.

"Well, 'finder' suggests that it locates the Galra, whereas it would be more accurate to say that my model predicts their likeliest..." Pidge stopped when she noticed our confused stares. "Fine. It's a Galra finder."

"So, where are the Galra?", I asked.

"The nearest ones are right here. A planet called Taujeer," Pidge said as she pulled up a small picture of the planet.

"Then that's where we're headed," Shiro said. "Everyone should get some sleep. Tomorrow, we'll find that Galra fleet and take it out."

Everyone then left the room, except Keith and Shiro. Right before I walked out of the room, I stopped and looked at Keith.

'Hopefully, Shiro can talk to him...'

I then sighed as I left the room and went to mine. In my room, I changed into my PJs and crawled into bed as I tried to fall asleep. But sadly, I couldn't. My mind was awake. I just couldn't sleep.