trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)
āGIVE IT BACK!ā
Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keithās new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.
āEmotions are a luxury we canāt afford,ā Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. āYou are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.ā
His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldnāt tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.
With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivanās weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadnāt even managed to land one hit.
Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-
He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasnāt his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasnāt there if he could just win but that was wrong too.
Keith could listen to his dadās raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dadās bike if he could just win.
A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didnāt want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his fatherās panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.
He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didnāt recognize, pressed against people he didnāt know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-
And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldnāt have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dadās calloused hands. It shouldnāt be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his fatherās with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that.Ā
More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldnāt run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.
āWhat do you want, Keith?ā Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.
ā...I want my knifeā¦ backā¦ itās notā¦ yours!ā Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.
āIf you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.ā Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. āYou are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.ā
Keithās gaze followed Kolivanās blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivanās grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.
āYou should have killed me by now,ā Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldnāt move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivanās neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didnāt move, eyes not leaving Keithās.
āYou are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,ā Kolivanās form blurred right in front of him and he didnāt even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivanās stare without flinching. It wasnāt like he had anything to lose.
āYou are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they donāt hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesnāt have that option.ā Kolivan lowered his sword. āNeither do you.ā
Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keithās own.
āEach blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.ā
Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. āChoose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. Iām sure I donāt need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universeā¦ A purpose is a very important thing here. Donāt lose sight of your own.ā
It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?
Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldnāt even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldnāt even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?
It was at that moment Keith decided he didnāt need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didnāt have time for that.Ā
He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.
It was enough. It had to be. It wasnāt like he had anything else.
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He couldnāt do this right now he just couldnāt. He heard Lance calling him back. He didnāt look back he wasnāt ready yet heād told Blue -no Lance- that. He continued to walk away he didnāt know to where he just needed to leave. The tingling sensation on his wrist just wouldnāt disappear he knew Lance was writing to him trying to understand, talk it out still be friends but more, soulmates were meant to be romantic, -though rarely they would be platonic- he knew Lance would want more eventually, but he canāt well not yet.
He looked at where his walking had brought him The Blade of Marmora, the Martial art school run by the Marmora family, his family. He took out his key and opened the door he closed it without looking back by reflex. He unlatched the door labeled staff room, the soft scent of lavender mixed with lemon that most people thought it odd or weird smell on the other hand he adored it.
He walked past his Ojichanās -or Kolivan as him and Acxa had started to calling him by his first name- desk a picture of himself with Acxa next to him their one of their motherās hand on each of their shoulders his uncles Thace and Ulaz standing next to mom and Regris in between them Kolivan and Hal-aneoji -Antok- had arms around each other shoulders. All of them smiling a rare sight.
He sat down and finally looked down at his arm the words made him frown slightly āwhy did you leave?ā Lanceās writing was messy and Keith could feel the pain and hurt radiating off of it. āI told you I wasnāt ready yetā he new Lance would almost immediately write back ābut why?āĀ
Why? A simple question with a very complicated answer. Keith was scared thatās why, he didnāt want Lance to leave mom had left and chosen to take Acxa with her -Keith knew that was what his dad told him a it was a lie but, still- then dad left for a bar and only came back when the someone lit the house on fire came in when everyone told him not to and threw Keith out. Then the foster parents left, or just werenāt there for him, and then the Shiroganes came Mrs. Shirogane died Shiro and him got separated in the system -they meet back up a few years back when Keith moved into town-. And then Keith found out the entire time he was in the system Kolivan and Antok were trying to get custody for him. Unable to because they werenāt citizens of The United States Of America.
During the time when he lived with the Shiroganes he found out and was so confused as to why? -why did it take so long to find out? why couldnāt they just have picked him up or something? Why not mom where was her and Acxa in all of this?- After Mrs. Shiroganes death, the Marmora family got custody, he moved to Korea and they became his family. They moved to Texas started a martial art school, Ulaz got a job as a doctor, Antok and Kolivan as security guards, Thace as a cafe worker, along with Regris who meet his soulmate Ilun.
Through it all there was a constant his soulmate nicknamed Ā āBlueā or āSharpshooterā who he always told everything, the one person he new he could trust, the eye of the hurricane, the silence in the screams.
He thought Lance knew that so when he came and he figured it out Keith ran, he left his soulmate the person who has always there for him person he would talk to when he felt insignificant, he left like everyone did to him.
Now he sat there Lance waiting for an answer so enthusiastic about meeting his one true love, his other half and he just straight up left.
āCause I was scared. Scared you would leave, and then I left you, Iām sorry.ā He didnāt say sorry often the red ink was there for a moment before he realized what lance would ask or think about doing. He knew Lance was probably just gonna ask to meet up. Keith heard the door open. Immediately recognizing the voices Lanceās and Acxaās. Of course his twin sister betrayed him. He walked out of the staff room.
āHi Sharpshooter.ā
Acxa just smirked and walked out.
āHi Samurai, do you wanna talk? Or something?ā
āSureā.
Got all Japanese and Korean words from google translate so please correct me if wrong.
Hal-Abeoji is Korean for GrandpaĀ
Ojichan is Japanese for Grandfather
Edit: I actually forgot to add a title I was laughing after I added one.
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I imagine that itāll take some time before they can communicate properly.
Iām so proud and I know that Krolia is too
REPORT NO. 1028 8.01
AGENT 093 KRO
SUPER WEAPON ABANDONED IN LAB
UNLEASHED ON TRUGG, PRESUMED DEAD
WEAPONāS STATUS IS UNKNOWN, BUT WILL NOT BE ABLE TO BE CONTAINED BY OTHER GALRA DUE TO SEVERELY AGGRESSIVE AND DESTRUCTIVE NATURE
(ATTACHED: NO.68QUINTESSENCEWEAPONBLUEPRINTS.MTP)
AGENT 179 FOUGHT VERY WELL. HIGHLY SKILLED IN BOTH COMBAT AND FLIGHT. ABLE TO SUCCESSFULLY NAVIGATE THROUGH DEBRIS IN ATMOSPHERE AND DIRECT LINE OF FIRE FROM TRUGGāS TROOPS. NO DAMAGE SUSTAINED DURING ESCAPE.Ā Ā
AGENT 179 CURRENTLY IN POSSESSION OF AGENT 093ā²S BLADE
WHY THE FUCK IS HE HERE KOLIVAN
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REPORT NO. 1028 8.02
AGENT 179 KEI
LEFT WING OF GALRA BATTLE CRUISER WAS DESTROYED DURING ENTRY INTO PLANETāS ATMOSPHERE. UNRETRIEVABLE.
LADNOK PRESUMED DEAD (UNCONFIRMED)
AGENT 179 CAPTURED BY TRUGG. FAILED TO DESTROY WEAPON. AGENT 093 DISCLOSED ACCESS CODE FOR WEAPON IN EXCHANGE FOR SAFE ESCAPE
TRUGG LIED BUT SHE DIED BECAUSE THE SUPER WEAPON WAS ALIVE AND HUNGRY
AGENT 093 IS REALLY GOOD AT KNIFE THROWING AND HAS A CALMING VOICEĀ
Summary: The day after Keith's father died, a strange group of aliens came to collect him to take him to his mother. This is a look at how things might have happened, if Keith had been raised by the Blade of Marmora.
Author's Note: Written for the @sheithpromptbang! I was lucky to snag the most incredible artist for this! @white-shade-of-pale did this stunning art for the story! Please go give some serious love because I can't tell you how much I adore it! This artist was amazing to work with!!!! I am sooooo lucky! Also. beta by viribird who came in short notice and really knocked this piece into shape! That a great challenge and I can't wait to read the rest of the stories that came from it!!
