That ask about Ryou going searching for Shiro made me think of something: Imagine Shiro and the other paladins seeing a broadcast about a special arena match featuring the return of the Champion and Shiro's heart just stopping when he see's a terrified looking Ryou on the screen.
welp. You’ve done it now, nonnie.
“Shiro, could you come to the bridge please?”
The princess’ voice over the com and Shiro looked up from where he was working on training the rest of the team on hand-to-hand. Lance took a pot shot at him with an elbow and Shiro, smiling a little, caught it in his palm without turning his head to look, peripheral vision easily catching the telegraphed move.
“Good job, Lance. Always take the opening when you see it.” He straightened and the rest of the team, looking relieved, and, in Hunk’s case, a little less scared, straightened as well. “Be right there, princess. All right team, take five. Then try out your new move on each other. Gently.”
“That was her ‘uh oh’ tone,” Pidge observed, moving over to get her glasses. Shiro didn’t comment on it because - well, Pidge was right. Allura’s voice somehow got stiffer and even more enunciated and ‘proper’ when she was concerned about something.
“Uh oh voice?” Lance was suddenly interested - and giving Shiro the woolly eyeball. Starting to grin. “You’re in trouble,” he singsonged. Shiro ran a towel over the back of his neck and debated getting back into his uniform. He didn’t feel right coming into a situation, especially on the bridge and with Allura no less, out of uniform but he’d just get it dirty in his current state if he did and he didn’t think that tone of voice offered time for a shower and making himself presentable. He accepted the water packet Hunk passed him with a smile and shook his head.
“Just keep up with your training. I’ll be back to check on you once I get the chance.”
Lance gave him a salute - which he assumed meant the team was going to rest for at least ten minutes instead of five once he was out the door but he wasn’t going to call them on it. They had been working hard. Keith however fell into step next to him. Shiro arched an eyebrow at him but Keith just scowled and kept pace with him for the door. Keith had always stuck close but since the run in with Haggar and the crash landing on the planet with the space lizards, there was a definite shift in the way he - it wasn’t hovering but it certainly had a more protective feel to it. Shiro appreciated it - and knew he was going to have to get it to stop. Keith had other things he needed to concentrate on. Just - not yet. Whatever Allura wanted, Shiro didn’t have a problem with Keith hearing it too. If anything happened to him, he wanted Keith to lead and that started with being part of making planes.
“What? How come Keith gets to go? Allura didn’t use her ‘uh oh’ voice on him.”
Which, Shiro suspected meant Lance was looking for a way out of more training but he shrugged. It wasn’t as if they were keeping secrets about anything.
Pidge and Hunk took one look at each other and scrambled to their feet as well, falling into quick step behind a trotting Lance.
Looked like Allura was getting the whole crew after all.
Not that she seemed particularly bothered by it, beyond a raised set of thin eyebrows when they all walked onto the bridge shortly after her call. The main vid screen was up, trailing alien lettering across it like a marque sign. A vicious looking face, something that looked like a bad mug shot, flared to life and somewhere in the back of Shiro’s mind, something went very cold. His stomach rolled, nauseated without reason, and the next picture that flashed by was of the same alien, armed with dual knives the size of bastard swords in the middle of a fight, a frozen second of time in a death struggle that Shiro recognized the way a sick fever that had settled into the bones was recognizable each time it surfaced. He averted his eyes from the screen and forced all his concentration on the princess. Who was watching him with the tight lines of worry about her eyes.
“What’s going on?” His voice at least stayed steady but he saw the way the other paladin’s craned their necks to see what was still flashing across the screen and he knew they were putting the math together and realizing what that was - and what it meant to him. He refused to look at them.
“I’m sorry, Shiro,” still clipped but softer and he both appreciated that and registered that anything that started off with an apology was probably going to be uncomfortable, at the least, for him. He unconsciously squared his already set shoulders and met her eyes. He could do this. He was the Black Paladin. And he was the squad leader. Everything else came second place to that. Whatever Allura say she took it as her sign to continue.
“As you know, we had a constant monitor running on all the news sources we can access. Both for any hints that will help us with assigning new targets and to keep an ear out for any news involving Voltron. We programed in quite a few words that will immediately flag if they come up.” She gave him another look, part apologetic, part ‘don’t ask me to apologize it was necessary’. “One of those words is Champion.”
The sick feeling intensified, curling rotten in his gut, coiling up the back of his spine and wrapping around the base of it. The fever dream feeling moved through the back of his brain, always there, just a little less dormant now. He kept his jaw looked and his eyes straight ahead on her and he didn’t miss the way Keith stepped to his side and just a little behind him or the way the rest of the team went silent. Coran interrupted.
“As you know, we run hundreds of words through the system every tic, sorting through the news and trying to find useful tips. Most of its rubbish of course. That and a few catchy song lyrics really.” The brief distraction lost to his usual enthusiasm. “But every now and then we get a useful hit! Loose lips ground star ships and all that.”
“Right,” Allura took over again. “We got a pip just a few moments ago. It appears one of the more affluent planets is hosting a Gladiator event.” Her tone made her opinion obvious as only Allura could. Her eyes met his and her voice went gentler. Almost apologetic again. “Shiro, I thought you should see this.”
His common sense was screaming at him not to look. That he already knew what the fighter scrolls looked like, that it would cause a flashback, that his team didn’t need to see him fall apart again - but if the princess thought it was important than he trusted her judgement. Eyes narrowing a little, bracing himself, he turned to look at the screen.
“They’re hailing it as quite the event.” She paused, just for a second. “And the core game is for the return of the Champion to the fight ring.”
The picture flashed up on the screen. Dark close cut hair except for the longer fringe in the front, stormy grey eyes, a lean square face. Shiro went completely still. The universe stopped, in that split second, just before it crashed like broken glass into sand and something, small and foolish, thought - if he would just not move, maybe the rest of the world wouldn’t either and this wouldn’t be real. Lance made a surprised noise. And, surprisingly, it was Hunk that spoke, voice cracking a little, in surprise and hurt.
The ‘mug shot’ was a little out of focus and the man in it looked a bit worse for the wear, bruised and hollow cheeked, lip split. But it was the eyes that tore the heart right out of Shiro. The wide, scared, lost looking, unprepared eyes.
“Who?” Lance wanted to know as Pidge made a small squeaking noise and said:
“I didn’t realize they were identical.”
The next still was of the same man, the man that looked so much like a younger Shiro from only a year ago, teeth bared, pure fury and anger across his face, features splashed with something dark and teeth bared in a snarl as he lunged at something much bigger than him bare handed.
“It’s his brother. Shiro’s twin brother.” Keith was explaining but it was all buzzing in Shiro’s ears, somewhere distant and hollow. He could taste metal in his mouth, tinny and foreign.
“He’s supposed to be on Earth though,” Keith’s voice was still going. “He shouldn’t be out here.”
“Suit up, team.” Shiro’s voice was flat and deathly calm. He was already heading for his compartment, stride intent and irrevocable. “We’ve got a fight to stop.”