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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 9

Characters: Ichigo, Grell, Sebastian, Ciel

Word count: 1,355

Warnings: none, just Grell being Grell

AN: I know, I know, it's late today. It's currently almost 10 at night here but I have reasons and some of those reasons include pain, pain killers, Lactaid Ice cream, and a friend packing up to head to antoher friends. *nods*
So please enjoy this lovely little bit of chapterdom. I'm going back to writing.
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“Why am I going with you?” Ichigo asked as he found his personal robe that Grell had bought him for the hell of it. It had been nearly six months since he had first met and surprised Grell and the other two Grim Reapers and ten since he had lost his family. He had moved past his mourning of his family but still very much wanted to find out who had killed them and get rid of them. Or help whatever world had ordered them dead to learn the consequences of their mistakes.
Grell just smirked and played with a lock of bright red hair, enjoying the way the other red head’s hair was starting to brush against his shoulder blades. “Because it’s fun, that’s why,” he stated as Ichigo huffed and tucked the royal blue robe that looked more like a single layer kimono on the young teen then a robe into a bag. “And Elizabeth is coming with too.”
“How is it you know her again?” Ichigo drawled, adding a towel, pencils and a sketch pad to his bag along with his music player.
“I knew the first Elizabeth, you cheeky brat. The three of us have kept tabs on their family, waiting for the knowledge and power that is a part of that family to pop up again. It just happened to pop up in our dear Liz,” Grell stated, crossing his legs and leaning his head on one hand. Ichigo looking to him with a carefully shaped eyebrow, the shape courtesy of a huffy Grell
A lot had changed in the last 10 months, and Grell found that he loved it. Ichigo was slightly tanned, lighter than before, the young male telling them he had his mother’s coloring but tended to tan with how much time he spent in the sun. His skin was healthy and glowing, along with his hair, which had grown down far enough to reach his shoulder blades and probably would continue to grow over the years to come if he wanted it to. His body was lithe, instead of bigger like they had originally thought would happen, but they figured it was because of his training that he had taken on.
He had added swimming, fencing and kendo to his daily schedule, taking to all three like a duck to water. Ciel and Sebastian had loved the fact that he had, even going so far as to put a new lap pool next to the main pool.
All around, Ichigo was happy and healthy. Grell had a rather deep appreciation of that fact, William more so while Undertaker had enjoyed leering. He also enjoyed reminding the two men that while Ichigo was a Japanese citizen, he was also an English citizen and thus was jailbait all around. It put a bit of a damper on the two but didn’t stop them from having their own fantasies. William more so than Grell since the red head was enjoying a bit of time with their leering mentor for the time being.
“I have everything,” Ichigo finally said. Grabbing his backpack he made one last check to make sure that he did, sliding his phone into the front pocket of his jeans along with a slim wallet that held money and cards for him just in case.
“Wonderful. Let’s grab the keys from Sebby’s and we’ll head off,” Grell chirped, bouncing up off the couch and heading out of Ichigo’s room with a swirl of red duster.
Ichigo snorted as he followed after. “You do realize that he’s probably going to gut you one day for calling him Sebby, right?” he teasingly asked, Grell pulling a mock face of horror as his hand pressed against his chest.
“He would not,” he sniffed, his nose rising in the air as Ichigo just smirked at him. “He loves me too much to kill me.” The sound of a pair of scissors right behind him made him shriek and run to hide behind Ichigo, frantically patting at his hair and making sure it was still the same. “Sebby! That wasn’t nice...are those my old scissors?” he asked, blinking at the little set in the butler’s hands.
“I believe they’re one set that you lost during one of our many fights together,” Sebastian chuckled, shrugging and tucking them into one pocket. “They come in handy when I must handle an after image of a person.”
“You knew he was there behind me, didn’t you?” Grell accused Ichigo, getting a look that was much too like Ciel’s own smug look for his liking. “They’ve corrupted you!” he cried, clinging to the young teen as he held out his hand to Sebastian.
“Card please,” Ichigo snorted, taking the thin, black card with a small gold square on it before taking out his own wallet and tucking it away.
“Grell, a few warnings. You are to keep Ichigo in one piece. If he has to call for us, you losing your chainsaw will be the least of your problems,” Sebastian stated as Ichigo made sure the wallet wasn’t going to fall out of his jeans any time soon. Grell chuckled nervously, nodding his head quickly and trying to hide behind the rather bored looking Ichigo. “You are to keep him away from those who have...perverse intentions when it comes to our charge. I don’t want him being a one night play thing for some idiot who doesn’t know how to treat someone.”
“Yes, Sebastian,” Grell squeaked, Ichigo rolling his eyes and reaching up to his shoulder, patting the long fingered hand there.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be coming back a virgin. Like hell am I giving it up to someone who I don’t know and don’t trust,” Ichigo promised before smiling and waving, leading Grell down the stairs, taking the keys held out by Ciel. “Thank you for letting us borrow one of the cars.”
“I don’t trust that thing that Grell usually drives, especially if you happen to stop for a quick bit of shopping,” Ciel snorted before heading to his study with a smirk on his face, Grell moaning and resting his head against Ichigo’s shoulder, taking the keys.
“He always insults my baby,” Grell whined, his companion snorting as they walked outside to the stylish yet comfortable hatchback.
“It’s lollipop red, you drive it like a speed racer and something has been ticking for the last month. You need to take it in to get it fixed,” Ichigo stated, opening the door and climbing in it, settling into the seat as Grell walked around to the other side and climbed into the driver's side seat.
“Shut it, brat,” Grell huffed, putting the car into gear and pulling away from the mansion, heading to London for the next two days of spa and shopping. The vibrantly colored Grim Reaper had stated that the dear Ichigo needed a weekend of fun and that they would be back late Sunday.
Ichigo had just wanted to spend time with Elizabeth and Grell after finishing his year long projects. It worked for all three of them. It worked especially well for Sebastian and Ciel to have the house to themselves while Undertaker and William watched over the three from afar. Not that the three spa goers knew this. Though Ichigo figured they would have stalkers in some form or another during the time they were gone.
Smiling and blushing lightly, Ichigo pulled out his sketch book and started to work on a new sketch of one of his favorite subjects, William. The man was just such an interesting specimen and he seemed to flirt with him, even though they could do nothing until he was eighteen at the very least. He could wait, wanted to wait really. He felt drawn to the serious Grim Reaper and wanted to get to know him. Looking to Grell, he had to smile slightly.
He was going to enjoy his spa time either way. Ichigo also wanted to pick Grell’s brain about a few things anyways also.
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