Premise:AU Keiichi and Keiichi have a little heart-to-heart (or something like that) after he catches Keiichi crossdressing using Sawyer's undergarments. Mans has an older (step)sister complex. I can almost guarantee this is completely non-canon. AU Keii and Keiichi hate each other in universe, or at least don't see eye to eye.
Content warning:crossdressing, underwear thief, swearing
minors DNI
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AU Keiichi Meets Keiichi [NC]
“Oh ho, what do we have here~?”
Keiichi just about jumped a mile high before spinning around, losing his footing and stumbling back against the open dresser drawer he’d been invested in moments ago.
“S-Sawyer, I–”
He quickly realized that he wasn’t looking at Sawyer, however. It hadn’t even been her voice behind him, but his own…sort of.
The man in the doorway looked a lot like him, but also very different. His similar, but redder hair had been shaved on the right side of his head, leaving it to cascade down past his shoulders on the left side. He had a much more lithe figure in comparison as well. He had the same freckles, the same pale complexion, and the same deep brown eyes Keiichi had, though and this left his counterpart speechless.
The man stared mischievously at Keiichi, observing him as he sat in a drawer full of undergarments that clearly weren’t his.
“Sawyer? Who’s that?” The other redhead teasingly questioned with a sly grin.
Keiichi couldn’t move, still shocked about what was occurring — about having been caught in the act.
His odd twin stepped closer, crossing the room in seconds to stare into Keiichi’s dark brown eyes with his very own matching pair.
“So this is what my…“original” gets up to when no one’s looking.” He spoke.
“I…listen it’s–”
“Mhmm, look, I don’t really care, but ya gotta know this is a very interesting thing to walk in on.”
Keiichi flushed a deep red color as his double gestured to his near-nudity.
“I mean, I heard a’ stuff like this, but I didn’t think I’d ever see it.”
He was surprised to get any help at all, honestly, but when he was offered a hand, he took it. Being freed from the drawer was a relief, but not necessarily the end of his troubles. His hips weren’t ever going to do the job of holding up the panties he liked to “borrow” from time to time. Having dropped his safety pin in surprise earlier, he was up the proverbial creek without a paddle.
That being the case, he looked really silly when he tried to be stern with his unexpected audience.
“Why are you here? She’s not home as you can see and–”
His other self began cackling madly, cutting him off.
“Oh, god, at least put on panties that fit before going all “police officer” on me, muscles~”
His eyes raked over Keiichi’s body for a good moment before moving back up to his unamused and very red face.
“I mean, obviously, she isn’t here. Look at you. All…frilly and stuff.” He gestured to Keiichi again.
“So are you going to leave or–?”
His question was answered when he saw his double walk over to the bed and sit down, crossing his long legs with a peek at his phone and then an expectant glance in his direction.
“And miss the fashion show? I’d never forgive myself.”
Keiichi opened his mouth to protest, but struggled to find the right words. He averted his gaze, aware of his visitor’s eyes on him, but choosing to ignore it. It didn’t stop him from talking, though.
“I was curious. You’re…like me in some ways. You know what that’s like, right? I mean, I’ve seen you wear skirts and ribbons and things like that.” He started, his eyes scanning the hardwood floor and green carpet near the bed for his lost safety pin.
His double didn’t reply, choosing to smile and observe him instead.
“These are so pretty on her and—well, not that I meant to see—just…”
His face, which had been flushed to begin with, seemed to maintain its pink hue consistently now, right up to the tips of his ears. Even as he peeked beneath the dresser, giving his other self a nice view of his muscular backside and thighs, he seemed to be most concerned with what he happened to be confessing.
“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s the clothes, but I still feel close to her like this anyway. She makes me nervous, you know? Talking to her seems more and more unfathomable while doing this is…somehow less intimidating.” He admitted quietly.
The room was silent for a moment as Keiichi stood back up, a look of resignation on his face, likely over the missing pin. His double shifted on the bed and regarded him for a moment before speaking.
“Damn. Ya know, ya clouda left at any moment. It ain’t like I blocked the door or took a sneaky photo of you. I didn’t even threaten to tell.”
Keiichi stared at his twin, trying to discern what he was getting at.
“I think you wanted to be caught. Maybe not by her, per se. Or maybe that’s your thing… But someone who wants to keep a secret knows to check and make sure they locked the door.”
Keiichi glared at him and he chuckled.
“Look, it’s not like she’s your real sister, ya know? Sure, your parents might be a little skeeved out by it, but…”
He shrugged to get the rest of his point across and stood. After an exaggerated stretch and just a little more ogling, he moved his booted foot to the side, revealing the lost safety pin.
“Just tell her before she catches ya doin’ this shit an’ kicks yer ass or somethin’. ”
He clapped Keiichi’s back, gave him a little wink, and then he was gone. The sound of the front door closing and a key in the lock confirmed as much.
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