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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 10
Characters: Dante, Ichigo, some Vergil
Word count: 2014
Warnings: Nothing really. Fluff and wedding portraits
AN: Okay, wow, does time fly or what? So, some news.

May 14: I will be out of town with the girl and won’t be posting that week’s chapter of this story.

May 21^st: Again, not going to be in town. Yes, I have my computer BUT due to the fact that I’d be using public wifi…I don’t really want to post shit.

So you’ll be getting a chapter of this story on May 7^th and May 28^th. You’ll get your usual mini’s on Fridays. So you’re not going two weeks without a thing.

Update on mom: She’s doing better. It’ll be a month on the 19^th of May so until then she’s relaxing for the most part and feels if she pushes to hard to fast. Dishes are the bane of her existence right now. I’m doing a shit ton of laundry and dishes, some cooking.

So life is okay just busy with a lot of little things.

For now, enjoy all!

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Stepping into Ichigo’s sitting area, Dante found the young man was lounging back on his couch, shoes off and toes wiggling in his sock. He was reading a book on Victorian age dresses and suits, making him chuckle at the sight.

“You seem to be obsessed with the Victorian age and how they did shit,” he teased, closing the door behind him.

Ichigo hummed and looked up to give him a thoughtful look over the edge of his book. “Considering that my guardians are from the Victorian age, are you really that surprised?” he asked. Placing the well-used thin wood bookmark into his book, he closed it and sat up, letting the book thump onto his coffee table. “That and the style of their dress is interesting. There’s a lot of layers and ways of getting into or out of things. I’ve worn a few of the recreated dresses from that time. I can tell you that I learned how to pull a corset tight all on my own. It was…” he trailed off before smirking. “It was an experience.”

“I would not doubt that fact,” Dante snorted. He sat down at Ichigo’s wave, sprawling out in the chair with a smile. “I have somethin’ to ask you,” he said after he thought for a moment. Ichigo sat up straight, looking at the other man, head tilted as he watched him before humming.

“And what is it that I can do for you, Dante-san?” he asked, all business. He pulled out a notebook and a pencil from the drawer in his coffee table, having a feeling that he was going to need it. He was proven right when Dante pulled out a large portrait picture, one that was professionally taken but probably on a very tight budget.

Looking at the portrait, he found Dante and Vergil standing together, looking as if they had just been in a wedding. Both men were wearing dark blue suits with white colored shirts, no ties, but all around looking sleek and lovely. Raising his eyes from the picture to the devil, he raised an eyebrow, surprised that Dante had shared such a picture.

“What is it that you want?” he asked. Dante ran his hand through his hair with a huff as he blushed slightly under the gaze of his charge.

“It’s me and Vergil’s anniversary comin’ up soon. In about two months. I want ta do somethin’ special for him and figured I could ask if you’d be willin’ to help me,” he said, rubbing at his head with a sheepish look. Clearing his throat, he continued. “I’ve seen some of your painted portraits, and I was hopin’ you would do a painting of our wedding portrait.” He shifted in his seat. “When we first got married, we couldn’t really afford a very big picture. Kind of busy on fixing things up with me and the Devil. So, our main wedding portrait ain’t much bigger than that. Lady was nice enough to get us the pictures but at the time we were hurtin’ for money.”

Ichigo hummed again, looking down at the picture. “If you don’t mind giving me a couple of days to work it out, I can do something. I’m going to need to see the rest of the pictures from your wedding to. Give me about three hours though to make out a simple sketch and a list of things that I’ll need,” he said.

Dante smiled slightly and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that,” he said. Pushing himself up from the chair, he left the room. Ichigo pushed his wheeled bar stool over to his lighted magnifying glass, taking in the smaller details of the picture. Dante quickly returned with their wedding album and handed it over, Ichigo smiling at him before disappearing back into his bedroom. Dante left again as Ichigo pulled out a large sketchbook and some pencils, sitting down at his table. Going through the pictures, Ichigo noted a young man that looked way too much like his bodyguards not to be someone special to them.

Pulling one picture with the man, he flipped it over and read the name on the back. “Nero, huh? Well I suppose that I should send this name to Ciel. I have a feeling that he is someone special,” he mused. Picking up his phone, he took a pic of the photo and sent it off with a text. Putting his phone to the side, he nibbled at his bottom lip in thought as he continued to flip through the pictures.

He found that in the pictures, both of the half-devil’s look exceedingly happy. Content with their life and where it was going despite any trouble that they had had in the past. Wanting to capture that for the portrait, Ichigo started to sketch out various ideas of how he wanted to position the two. He left some half done while he left others just basic outlines before he decided that he wasn’t happy with it.

Finally deciding on doing a picture based on the picture of their first dance, he sketched out the idea in various forms. Getting the design that fit what he wanted in a few different styles, he started to do some math on how big he wanted the portrait to be. He decided to go with an oblong canvas that he knew he would have to have a custom frame for done. Luckily, he had a few favors he could use from a fellow student to create one if he provided materials.

Checking the store site, he smiled at the fact that they had the canvas that he wanted with a twenty-four-inch height and a ten-inch width. A perfect size and shape for the painting he was doing.

Checking his supplies, he found that he was running low on several things that he was going to use along with just his normal colors. Sighing, he made a full list of what he would most likely be using and what he needed. Finding that quite a few of his more basic brushes that he used often enough were looking ragged, he added them to the list.

Three hours after leaving, Dante came into his room with a take-out container with a box of pasta from the local Italian restaurant that they all enjoyed. He handed it over when Ichigo made grabby hands.

Ichigo suddenly found himself famished, the smell of pasta and sauce making his stomach growl.

Dante chuckled. “How’s it goin’?” he asked. He sat down as Ichigo found the provided fork and dug into the Ravioli Florentine. He cut one of the large filled raviolis in half before eating one of them.

As he chewed his bite, Ichigo shoved over the sketch book that he had been practicing the portrait on along with colored pencils. He swallowed his bite and took the offered napkin as Dante looked the sketches over, wiping his mouth. “I rather like that second to last one but it’s really your decision on which one you want to be used and how to tweak it,” he said before eating the other half.

Dante chuckled at him and looked through the five options but agreeing with Ichigo’s choice of pictures. “Can we move his hand a little lower? I know that it was resting right above my ass in that picture and I want to keep that fact in,” he drawled. Ichigo snickered and waved his fork at him.

“Yeah, not an issue,” he promised after he swallowed his new bite. “I have a list of shit that I have to get before I can do anything though,” he said, Dante nodding his head. “I’m not going to charge you for the time and work that’ll I’ll be doing, like I usually do, but I’m still going to make you buy the materials.”

“How about this? I supply you with food that you can eat while working on your projects along with the supplies that you need, and I’ll feel good about it,” Dante drawled. Ichigo smiled and nodded as he chewed. “Good. Finish that up and we’ll get the stuff. Then I can treat ya to that one bakery that you damn near had an orgasm over. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Vergil blush that way with you moaning over that cake,” he teased. Ichigo blushed and glared, before he shrugged.

“You do that, and I’ll make sure to get as many deals on the supplies as I can,” Ichigo promised. Ichigo easily finished off his pasta before he handed over the container and fork. “I’ll let you take that downstairs while I finish my list. I have a few things that I need to buy myself and I want to double check. I also want to buy more of that one set of fabric that I found last time, and I know that they have a fresh stock in.”

“I can do that,” Dante drawled. He stood again and left Ichigo to do whatever he needed to do before they left. Ichigo quickly finished his list, making sure that everything on both lists was right, checking his account as he stood, smiling at how much there was in it.

With the information he needed at hand, he found his usual coupons, both physical and online, and tugged on his shoes and sweater. Ready to brave the outside world, he headed downstairs, finding Dante waiting for him to go out, ever present guitar case in hand and guns hidden by his mostly closed jacket.

Leaving Devil May Cry, the two climbed into the car, Dante taking him to the store where Ichigo could get everything that he needed and then some. Dante splurged on everything once he had learned just how many hours went into a proper painting. Ichigo explained that between priming the canvas, the base drawing, the first layer of paint, and the rest of the layers plus drying time, it took Ichigo close to two weeks to create such a large painting. And only when it’s not quite so detailed. Details just added more time.

Once they were done buying everything that Ichigo needed, he did take Ichigo to the bakery that he liked. They also stopped by one of the stores to pick up some things that they had run out of before heading back to the Devil. Vergil simply watched as they walked in with their supplies. Ichigo just smiled at the curious look that he got as he hauled his canvas up the stairs along with a large bag of art supplies. Dante smirked at his mate and helped the younger male carry the rest of the art supplies up to his room before he put the food away. He took Ichigo’s stuff that had been bought for him after he was done.

Coming down, Dante grabbed his own bag of chips, flopped into his chair, and opened the bag while Vergil moved to lean on his desk. “And just what are the two of you up to?” he asked in amusement.

Dante just chuckled at him and patted his mate’s leg before he offered him a chip. “You’ll find out. Just not right now so don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Vergil just gave his mate a long look as he took a handful of chips before he snorted and stood straight. “I do hope that you bought my favorite chips,” he drawled. Dante nodded and ate another chip. Rolling his eyes at his lover, he left his mate to his plans and went to find the bag of chips that he knew would have been put into his cabinet. He found three large bags of them and another flavor that he didn’t often get.

Shaking his head, he grabbed one of the bags of chips and a soda before he took his seat at his desk again. He would let his mate and their charge have their secrets for the moment. He had not doubt that they would tell him what they were up to eventually.
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