I’m not apologizing for all the Shance~
(There is a bit of gore, so be careful of that)
Shiro let out a soft sigh and ran his hand through his hair. God, it was getting so long, too long and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Space offered no razors, no barber shops, not even that thing that cuts things.
What were those called again?
Oh right.
Scissors.
A smile crept up onto Shiro’s face and he let out a small laugh. He had been in space for so long that he had forgotten the word for scissors!
“What’s so funny?”
A familiar voice drawled and Shiro ceased in his laughter, his smile slipping away from his face and a grim line taking its place. His grey eyes stared back into the cloudy blue ones he loved so very much.
But these eyes weren’t those.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s so funny?”
The voice purred, and the other slid forward on the palms of his hands, sticking his ass in the air, effectively drawing Shiro’s attention to it, if only for a second. But that second was long enough, for another dark laugh was passing from those plump pink lips.
“Shiro, darling, you take everything too seriously! Why don’t you relax, stay awhile? And, maybe tell me why you were laughing?”
Shiro swallowed harshly; those beautiful blue eyes blinked up at him, those delicious hips rolling at him, teeth tugging that plump lip gently....
It was all too much.
Too much, for Shiro had to constantly remind himself that this wasn’t his Lance. The person being kept behind that thick glass, who stared at him with Lance’s eyes or who purred at him in Lance’s language... it wasn’t Lance. It was someone else, but who, they had no idea.
“Why don’t you just shut up?”
Shiro finally snapped, crossing his arms across his chest even tighter than before. He was angry, and scared, and more than a little hateful towards himself.
For not knowing.
For not realizing.
For not doing anything.
“Ooh, Shiro baby, do you really want to speak to your true love like that? What shall I tell Lance when he comes back to play? That the love of his life hates him? That the person he loves most in the world keeps him locked away in some cage?”
“You won’t do anything to Lance!”
The not-Lance laughed, his head thrown back to expose that beautiful neck. He was resting on his knees, more than likely trying to give Shiro a little show; it made Shiro even angrier.
“Oh but I will Shiro. I’ll destroy him; but before I do, I think I’ll make him suffer a bit. How should I go about it? Should I start with him hearing about how you don’t love him? About how your whole relationship is a lie based on pity?”
Not-Lance laughs again. “No, that’s all too easy. Let’s let him decide, shall we?”
Before Shiro could make him explain, Lance’s body went completely slack and Lance fell to the floor. “Lance!” Shiro screams, rushing forward towards the glass and pressing a hand to the barrier, helpless to do anything. Lance didn’t move for a bit before he let out a groan and pushed himself off the floor.
“What....”
He mumbled, his eyes meeting Shiro’s. They widened when he realized that he was trapped in some kind of cage, like the one they had locked Lotor in when he was still their prisoner.
“Shiro?”
He asked, his voice holding the fear his body was neglecting to show. Lance was afraid; he didn’t understand why he was being locked in a cage, or why Shiro was there just watching him. “Lance, listen to me-“
But before Shiro could say anymore, Lance let out a loud half grunt in pain, blood spraying from his mouth. Shiro could only watch in horror as the blood dropped from Lance’s mouth as he fell back over, his body shaking slightly.
“Lance!”
Shiro screamed again, over the sound of not-Lance laughing again. Not-Lance rose to his feet and walked towards Shiro, his eyes wide and crazed as blood splattered from his mouth with every word he spoke.
“You’re pathetic Shiro; He’s going to die here, inside me, with the knowledge that you locked him inside a cage. He has no idea what’s happening, and I can feel his own emotional hurt and the pain he’s feeling, and he’s not even aware that he’s dying!”
Not-Lance throws his head back and laughs again, Shiro doing nothing but watching in horror.
“And believe me when I say this: first I will kill him, and then I will kill everyone that he’s ever cared about, and then?”
Not-Lance leans on the glass, his hand covering the spot where Shiro’s hand is pressed upon the glass.
“And then I will kill you, and watch as the light fades from your eyes, knowing that you’re dying because of your one. True. Love.”
Not-Lance laughs again as Shiro pulls himself away from the glass and walks out of the room, the cackling of the person inside his Lance haunting him forever.