DV-verse story - hypothetical post-drop scenario
Keigo woke up in the middle of class. At first, it was like so many other times when it happened: check if the teacher noticed, check for drool, check if Ichigo was glaring at him (no, ugh...yes, like you're such a perfect student!). But somewhere in between tipping his head to the left and tipping his head to the right to stretch out his stiff neck, it all came rushing back.
He hadn't been here before he woke up. Well, he had, according to fuzzy memories of getting up that morning, walking to school and greeting Ichigo when he walked in the building. Some part of him had been here. The rest of him had been in a dead world where they had to have sex to survive. Ichigo had been there, along with Chad and Mizuiro. And Uryuu. Uryuu had been…
He jumped up from his seat, scattering books and pencils, and completely ignoring the fact that the teacher was lecturing at the front of the room. "I have to go to the bathroom!"
When Keigo ran out of the classroom, it was the sign Uryuu hadn't realized he was waiting for. As much as every rational molecule in his body fought the memories, he knew Vegas had been real. More real than the memories residing side-by-side with them in his brain of Hueco Mundo, the defeat of Aizen and a powerless Kurosaki. It was impossible. He had been an Arrancar. You didn't magically heal overnight from that. You never healed from that, yet here he was whole and human once again. But was it really any stranger than being taken from their own world in the first place?
The memories were so vivid that it made it hurt so much more when Keigo wasn't his Keigo. Oh, the personality was still there. All the things that had frustrated him, but also all the things he had grown to love. He wanted to be the life of the party and Uryuu needed a little life in him. It was foolish to be jealous of how much he cried for Ichigo's attention or how casually he touched the rest of them. It was foolish to see Keigo being utterly obnoxious and wish that his hands were pulling on your arm to try to stop you from leaving lunch early. He couldn't stop these feelings any more than he could stop himself from believing that a Norse god had turned his life into a plaything.
"I'll check on Asano!" He was already halfway out the door, and escaped before the teacher had a chance to react. The school staff was used to him running out in the middle of class by now, anyway.
Uryuu couldn't let himself get his hopes up. Keigo freaked out on a daily basis. Maybe he had remembered their time together in the other city. However, it was just as likely that he had felt a zit forming and run from the room because he was sure no girl was ever going to love him if his face was hideous.
He found Keigo in the stairwell, pacing back and forth in a corner of the landing. He was pulling his hands through his hair when the sound of Uryuu opening the door froze him in place. Keigo looked so lost, he wanted to hug him, but he knew he couldn't do that until he had some answers - maybe not ever, depending on the answers.
Keigo's tendency to start babbling under stress got the conversation started. "You were- And we-"
Uryuu cut him off. "What do you remember?"
"You left." It was the last and most painful impression he had. It was also oddly easier to talk about than something like licking chocolate off each other. Complaining that someone had left him behind was familiar ground. Keigo shook his head and pulled at his hair. "How am I supposed to believe all this? It's impossible! I don't have sex with guys!"
This wasn't the reunion he'd been hoping for. Of course Keigo would be upset. He had been forced into so much. He was too calculating a person to have ever hoped for anything more from his classmate. Uryuu turned to the protection of formality and stiffness, adjusting his glasses before saying with all the emotion of someone reading over a contract, "Well, that was a different time and place. You don't have to feel any obligation to me, especially considering that there are females available now."
"Mmm." It was a noncommittal noise. Keigo was still too conflicted and confused to settle on any one emotion about anything, but it felt wrong. He liked girls, but no girl had ever said his name the way Uryuu did when they- He pressed his hands to his forehead. No. He shouldn't be thinking about that now. Besides, maybe Uryuu wanted to be rid of him. He had other choices now. Maybe something was going on with him and Ichigo in this version of their lives.
"Kiss me." The words were out before he realized it.
"Excuse me?" Uryuu lifted one eyebrow, refused to get his hopes up.
"As a test. If you kiss me and I don't feel anything, then it means everything's back to normal." Uryuu flinched (that definitely helped him not get his hopes up), but covered it quickly. Taking a deep breath, Keigo tried to calm the memories and thoughts and feelings still swirling through his mind.
Uryuu almost called it off. The way Keigo was steeling himself made it obvious that he didn't want to do this. He was being nice or feeling some sense of loyalty to what they had once been to each other. The polite thing to do was to say, "No thanks" and let Keigo get on with his heterosexual life.
Ultimately, Uryuu was selfish, and he wanted one last chance. He nodded and stepped forward. He pressed his lips to Keigo's softly, giving a goodbye kiss to the one person who had helped him hold it all together through the terrible times, his boyfriend, the man he loved - if he was going to be sentimental, he was going to let himself go all out.
Keigo might as well have been kissing his grandmother for all the stiffness there was behind it. Well then. That was that. Now everything would go back to normal. He stepped back to put some space between them. Perhaps transferring to another school would put enough space between them. If he was allowing himself to be sentimental, he could also be petulant.
Keigo didn't let him. His hand was on the back of his head and pulling him in. He kissed him for real this time, lips mashing awkwardly before he fell back into a familiar rhythm. Uryuu didn't react immediately. He held still for a count of three, waiting for Keigo to change his mind. Then he couldn't take it anymore - he had been waiting too long - and he responded eagerly.
Uryuu used to dislike the sloppy way Keigo wore his uniform shirts. He would never think that again because an untucked shirt meant easier access to skin. He didn't want to leave room between them, so he slid his hands up his back, pulling him closer.
Ultimately, the answer to many of Keigo's questions and worries came in the realization that if they weren't in school right now, he would let Uryuu do anything to him. Really, he was still considering it. He never was one to worry too much about location. This was right. This hair running through his fingers. Those lips devouring his. This body pressing closer and closer. So very very right.
They could figure everything else out later (Uryuu was going to make him study, wasn't he?), but right now they had each other again in their own world and that was more than they had ever been able to hope for under Loki's control.