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Bleach Fic - For Megan - Ichigo/Keigo and "Ummm"
Keigo's Sexual Identity Crisis began on a Tuesday. There was a new transfer student and he - HE - was hot. Keigo tried to deny it. He tried to tell himself that it was a basic appreciation for an attractive person. It was like when girls looked at fashion magazines and wished they had a model's cheekbones or hips. The problem with this theory was that the more he stared from behind his math book, the more he realized that wasn't true at all. This wasn't a case of I wish my hair could fall against my neck like that. This was a case of I want to run my hands through his hair and suck that spot right there on his neck and maybe if I scrunch over in my desk like this, no one will notice my current embarrassing problem.
Tuesday night at home was reserved for a slow but steady meltdown. Keigo imagined every insult. His mind flipped through a catalog of all the slurs that teenage boys could use against someone like him and he even made up a few of his own. His dreams that night were filled with confusing things, scary things, and the disembodied head of his sister yelling at him, but that was pretty standard.
But he couldn't be completely gay, could he? He still liked girls, didn't he? The verdict was yes. Arriving at this conclusion took most of Wednesday and a lot of tissues.
By Thursday, Keigo had come to terms with this new realization about himself. In the end, it all centered around one fact: If he was attracted to guys, then his chances of getting lucky had just doubled! Everyone could be his! It put an extra bounce in his step and he couldn't wipe the dumb grin off his face all day.
He still wasn't saying a damn word to Mizuiro.
Keigo's Sexual Identity Crisis Stage 2 began the next day, in a karaoke room of all places. Crowded into the small space with six women who were fawning over Mizuiro, instead of railing against the unfairness of it all, all he could think of was the person next to him.
The person next to him spoke with a huff and a scowl. "Why are we here again? I'm gonna get so much shit from my dad for this when I get home."
"Ummm…." It had never occurred to him that everyone could include Ichigo. Keigo's chances of getting lucky hadn't doubled. They had gone down to zero because he was dead.
Tuesday night at home was reserved for a slow but steady meltdown. Keigo imagined every insult. His mind flipped through a catalog of all the slurs that teenage boys could use against someone like him and he even made up a few of his own. His dreams that night were filled with confusing things, scary things, and the disembodied head of his sister yelling at him, but that was pretty standard.
But he couldn't be completely gay, could he? He still liked girls, didn't he? The verdict was yes. Arriving at this conclusion took most of Wednesday and a lot of tissues.
By Thursday, Keigo had come to terms with this new realization about himself. In the end, it all centered around one fact: If he was attracted to guys, then his chances of getting lucky had just doubled! Everyone could be his! It put an extra bounce in his step and he couldn't wipe the dumb grin off his face all day.
He still wasn't saying a damn word to Mizuiro.
Keigo's Sexual Identity Crisis Stage 2 began the next day, in a karaoke room of all places. Crowded into the small space with six women who were fawning over Mizuiro, instead of railing against the unfairness of it all, all he could think of was the person next to him.
The person next to him spoke with a huff and a scowl. "Why are we here again? I'm gonna get so much shit from my dad for this when I get home."
"Ummm…." It had never occurred to him that everyone could include Ichigo. Keigo's chances of getting lucky hadn't doubled. They had gone down to zero because he was dead.
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