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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Characters: Ichigo
Chapter: 10
Word Count: 1734
Warnings: nothing
AN: So Monday was a mental health care day for me. My family is heavily military and my grandfathers (my grandmother married 3 times, I knew 2 of her husbands but not my maternal grandfather) were all military in some way. So Memorial Day is a bit hard on me for mental reasons.

I spent the day resting. Reading a lot of NCIS fic. And working on a self-indulgent original fic that I’m doing by hand.

But I do hope you enjoy this!

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Staring at his computer a week later before looking down at the list in his lap, Ichigo grunted, opening a new tab in his browser, tapping in the search he wanted. “Your florists suck,” he stated. Ciel looked up from the pile of paperwork that he was dealing with, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think you mean they suck dick. How do they suck?” he asked. Ichigo wrinkled his nose but sent him a link.

“They’ve been popped for health violations in the last few months. For not only the way that they grow their flowers, but also how they store them. Mold. Bugs. Shit like that,” he told him. “I grow better plants and they’re all for cooking purposes. Sometimes medicinal salves.”

“Remind me that should I ever meet Hanataro or Unohana to thank them with a huge gift basket for teaching you about things like that,” Ciel said. He rubbed his wrist where the bruises from a running suspect had laid. Ichigo had given him some bruise cream and it had worked surprisingly well. More so since it didn’t use their natural bodies response to wounds, but rather the ambient power that floated around all humans.

“I will,” Ichigo mused. He found a smaller florist that had near perfect reviews, and the few reviews that were low all said that they had placed orders during the busy seasons. And that they had still gotten their flowers if they had wanted them after getting lost in the shuffle. “I’m going to book this florist,” he said. He found the number and sent the link to Ciel.

Ciel waved a hand in permission, returning to his computer and rereading what he had just written out for his report to the Japanese police force and the Queen of England. Setting his fingers onto his keyboard, he continued to type out what happened in a detached manner. He half listened to Ichigo charm whoever was on the other side of the phone and set up the flowers needed.

Finishing with the florist, Ichigo hung up and made a note of his appointment with the florist the next day. He would talk with them about what kind of arrangements they needed the next day, after he talked with a newish caterer. It was a smaller, newer business that had good reviews, and Ciel was open to using newer people. “I’ll be meeting the florist with his partner tomorrow. And I do mean partner in all aspects of life. He apparently had a good floral business back in the Americas, but then he and his partner moved here because of family and work opportunities,” he said, sounding amused.

Ciel chuckled as he shook his head. He eyed the red head, nearly pouting at the fact that Ichigo would only ever wear his uniform for certain things. But he had to admit that the soft white button up and cotton black pants he wore was just as nice to see. especially since they had spent that Christmas with Ichigo’s young siblings and their father. It was just over a month before the ball and Ichigo was hip deep into the last moments of planning the Valentine’s Charity Ball that the Phantomhive household held every year.

There were quite a few people who were flying in and staying at various hotels in the more touristy area of Tokyo with only a few chosen guests staying in the Phantomhive Japanese mansion. Ichigo had been busy making sure that everything was perfect, having found where one of the girls had put his binder full of information on balls and guests.

He had quickly figured out that the dinner would mostly be high quality buffet style with finger food before and after with a dessert table.

The bar would be an open one, each guest only able to get three heavyish drinks each hour while the champagne had a limit of five glasses per hour. They didn’t want their guests to get so drunk that they make a fool of themselves. Ciel and Sebastian were both pleased with this fact, knowing the ones who liked to indulge. A lot.

“So, I take it that the planning is going well?” Ciel asked as he finished and saved his report. He would edit it and send it off to the proper people in the next few hours.

Ichigo sighed as he ruffled his loose hair. “I’ve set up a full cleaning service for the entire place the week before we get guests. And a full cleaning of the first floor the day before the ball. I’ve already hired the workers that will work with the catering service and Sebastian-san has vetted them. They all have their rental uniforms and know that they take their orders from myself and Tanaka-san. And that if they do well, they’ll get bonus’ for a good job,” he listed off. “Tomorrow I’m going to meet with the florist and caterers about things. And then I have an appointment with the furniture rental place for the tables to use in the snack room off the ball room, and the dining room.”

“I’ll take that it’s going well then,” Ciel said. Ichigo chuckled softly.

“There’s just a lot of smaller details that I need to set up and smooth out. Including the fact that I should get some gel inserts for my shoes since I’ll probably be on my feet for a good six hours. Minimum,” Ichigo said. He sighed. “Either way I’m going to need the extra comfort.”

Ciel grunted. “Will you be changing out the oils for the night of the ball?” he asked. Ichigo nodded.

“Yeah. I found out that one of your guests has an allergy to strawberry scents, so I had to move her room from that one room. I’ll be buying new scents for the house two weeks before they start to arrive though. I’m also having a lot of wood and pellets dropped off and will be buying candles and lantern oil. Just in case. I also need you to sign off on me buying new LED candles with proper batteries,” he continued. He tapped his pen against the pad of paper. “I think that they’re trying to work on the lines, but we do tend to get some nasty snowfalls right around that time. So better be safe than sorry.”

“I did notice that Sebastian and Tanaka have started to shift through all of our linens and towels,” Ciel teased.

Ichigo blushed but shrugged. “I need to make sure that everything still looks good. A few of the sheets and such are still good, but we need some new duvet covers. And futon beds. The linens that are still good are being donated,” he said. Ciel nodded. “To move on, how did that deal go through?”

Ciel snorted as he sat back. “When we got power back, I called a few friends up to learn just what the asshole was hiding. It seems as if your instincts that something was wrong with him was right.” He sighed.

“How so?” Ichigo asked. He frowned as he stared at Ciel, fidgeting with his pen. He had a feeling that he wasn’t going to like whatever it was that the other man had to say.

Ciel’s lips pulled into a tight line. “He was running what the Americans call a kiddy porn ring. He would take the money from that, and then he would funnel it through his business. He took a cut, both for the funneling and for running it, fix his books and make it seem like the taxes are paid, and then send the rest out to where it needed to go.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened as he gagged at the thought of a child being used in such a way, his hand coming to clamp over his mouth. He had seen some things during the Winter War that had stripped them of his childish innocence away, but the thought of an innocent like Orihime, or a child, to be used by perverts…

Ciel quickly rushed to grab a basket and push him to lean over it, holding back long red hair as Ichigo gagged and retched into the basket. “Oh, Gods...Those poor kids,” he groaned. Ciel patted his back, helping to calm him down. Tanaka checked in on them before leaving to make some light tea for Ichigo as he was sick. Sebastian walked in and took the basket to dispose of the liner and wash the basket out while Ichigo wiped his mouth with a tissue, sitting back.

“We were able to catch him, and we have full files of just who he has used. We set it up with his legitimate business partners that his part would be bought out, the IRS paid off in full included, but they will not be touched when he is charged with money laundering. Any money that hasn’t been confiscated to pay back what he’s extorted or embezzled or goes to the families will be handed over to the business partners.” He tilted Ichigo’s head up, ignoring the fact that he was holding the tissue over his mouth. “They’re planning on taking that money and investing it into a non-profit to help the children that he has hurt. Therapists. Doctors. Everything that they can do.”

“Good,” Ichigo got out. “I knew that he rankled me wrong but to find out why…” Ciel shushed him, smoothing his hand through the braid, getting it to unravel for him.

“It was the fact that he rankled you the wrong way that prompted us to really dig into his history,” Ciel told him. He smiled gently as Tanaka walked with a pot of peppermint tea, a jar of white honey next to it, on a tray along with Ichigo’s favorite tea cup.

Once the elder butler had poured him some of the tea, sweetening it just enough for Ichigo’s taste, Ichigo was able to wash out his mouth, soothe his throat and settle his stomach. Sitting back on the couch with his cup cradled in his hands, he sighed and pressed up against Ciel’s side willingly when the man wrapped an arm around his waist and tugged him close. He blushed slightly but still enjoyed the way the other man was exuding warmth that settled into his body that had gone cold, the hand in his hair, soothing.
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