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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Staring at the heavily wrapped package that had come out of a protective wooden box, Vergil made a curious sound as Dante set it against his desk. “What in the world is that?” he asked as he eyed his mate and the happy smirk on his face.

Dante just handed him an obviously business class envelope with their names on it. “Here, read this. I commissioned something from Ichigo for us,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of his lover’s lips. He was feeling decidedly sappy and his attitude was showing. Their anniversary had been just the day before, and they had done nothing but rest and relax. Vergil had even ignored his need to research to spoil them both.

Vergil gave his lover a knowing look before he opened the letter and sat down on one of the chairs that sat across from the couch. Dante moved the package to sit on the couch instead. “Dear Vergil and Dante, I am sorry that this is a day late for your anniversary, but I wanted to make sure that this was just right and that the package would survive traveling with Grell. I did wonder who that red headed man was,” he drawled, shaking his head. “I wanted to thank the both of you for being so willing to protect me during the last few months that I was under your watch and so willing to put up with my many quirks. I know it wasn’t that easy to watch me when I really hate being watched every second of every day. Even Ciel and Sebastian sometimes find it hard to watch over me.”

Dante’s laugh was soft as he stood next to the package, fiddling with the wrapping and getting it open without having to resort to a knife. “Oh, I can tell you that I wanted to strangle him plenty of times, but he has a good head on his shoulders. And he knows better than to run off, which is more than we can say of others,” he hummed.

Vergil smiled at the other man. “This is very true. Anyways, Vergil, this painting comes from Dante. He gave me several pictures that he wanted me to draw from and I used a bit of creative license. I know that Dante loved it when he last saw it and I hope that you do to.

“If we do need you, I will be calling you personally. So somewhere around August or September. For the time being, do enjoy your time with your mate, kick some idiot ass, and keep an eye out for anything odd happening around you,” he continued to read. He fingered the rather nice parchment thoughtfully. “He is well taught on how to write a letter to not just friends but possible allies.”

“I remember that he writes to his friends over in Japan all of the time,” Date replied, smiling as the packaging started to slide off of the painting. “Come and see this. I’ve only really seen bits and pieces, and only the finished product in a picture sent to me,” he said. Vergil chuckled and put the letter aside as he stood to walk over to his lover. He helped the other man to remove the framed portrait from the wrapping and leaning it on the couch to look at it in full.

“Oh my,” he breathed, recognizing the wedding portrait that they had gotten, even painted. But there was a very notable addition to the picture in the painting. Their child, their only miracle that neither of them had been able to properly raise, had been added. He was looking splendid in a gray suit with a blood red shirt and a gray skinny tie.

Vergil breathed out a sigh, fingers stroking over the elegant, delicate frame work, recognizing the work of one of Ichigo’s schoolmates and the son of one of the best carvers out there. He smiled at that.

Ichigo had gone all in on the portrait, copying all of the details and adding their child in with an eye to detail that made it absolutely amazing.

“So, this was what he had been working on for his last month with us,” Vergil said, Dante smiling next to him, nodding. “He does beautiful work. I don’t know what to say. At all.” Dante wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist, nuzzling into his neck.

“Well, you can thank Ichigo for the wonderful work for starters. I’ve already paid him,” Dante said, looking at the letter before pulling the second piece of paper free. “Oh, he also got my gift,” he said. “Dante, thank you for the gorgeous gun that you sent me. I have named her Karin and her silencing addition Yuzu. After my sisters. Karin always kicked ass and it was only Yuzu who could get her to quiet down when things needed to be done,” he read. Vergil chuckled and smiled, picking the envelope up, pulling out a picture of Ichigo with Karin in his hands.

“Ah, a beautiful gun. Well fitted to his grip,” he observed, smiling at the look on Ichigo’s face as he played with it.

“I’m still not really sure on how your gunsmith was able to add a silencer to a gun that looks like she comes from the Old West when pretty women carried deadly guns for protection, but I’m not one to question the mystical. I’ve already had to use her on an idiot demon, and I can tell you now that spiritual built bullets are so much neater than actual bullets. Not that I don’t also love the bullets that come with her,” Dante continued to read. “Just know that if it comes that you need help and we can somehow help you, feel free to call us up. We’ll try to help where we can. Aww, he’s so cute,” he chuckled.

Vergil chuckled softly as he put the picture on their tack board behind Dante’s desk, his eyes trailing over the various pictures that were already attached to the board. Dante had started to take pictures of every one of their friends over the years, and in the last few months, he had added a few pictures of Ichigo to them. One of them even had their young friend laying on the couch under Dante’s jacket, his braid trailing over his shoulder and off the couch.

It was a cute picture and one that spoke to Vergil, pulling a small smile from the half-devil as he adjusted it.

“I think that I will name him an official Devil Friend,” he mused, using the rather simplistic term for something very important amongst the devils and demons. With their father having been so far up in the hierarchy, and Vergil himself being who he was along with Dante being so strong on his own, their word when it came to those under their protection was law. Dante had only ever claimed Patty under his care, but no one else.

Not even Trish or Lady had that privilege.

And for good reason since being called a Devil Friend meant that person could call on them at any time they felt like and get their help for something without having to pay. Lady and Trish had never been trusted enough not to abuse it, especially since they had proven him right in not trusting them with the way they used him.

Granted Vergil had quickly put a stop to that particular practice once he had fully claimed his mate, but they were still not called Devil Friend. But Ichigo, both half-devils knew that he wouldn’t call them on every little thing. He’d already promised to scout out the issue that he was dealing with before he made that call, proving easily that they could trust him with such power.

“You’d think he’d mind?” Dante asked, smirking as his eyes glowed with pleasure. “I know that he has the Grim Reapers at his beck and call, along with the few Quincy that he’s run across over the last few years. And I’ve no doubt that he’ll soon have several people in the Seireitei wrapped around his pinkie finger, willing to do his bidding,” he teased.

Vergil chuckled at that, crossing his arms as he turned back to the pictures on the cork board. “I do believe that he will feel honored by it. He does like us and respects us just as much as we respect him. It will only add another layer of protection to him.”

Dante beamed up at him. “So, once he calls up about what is going on in Japan, we’ll go see him either way, do the pact, and tell him just what is going on,” he said.

Vergil chuckled, nodding. He wrapped his arms around Dante’s waist, pulling him into a slow kiss. “Indeed. It will be interesting to see just how William will react to his sudden surge of energy. Considering the one time that you did it we were stuck in our bedroom for two days and Patty acted like she was on a day long sugar high, it will be fine with such a strong person.”

Dante groaned and let his forehead rest on Vergil’s shoulder. “Don’t remind me.” He shuddered. “I still can’t get the stains out of that one shirt and I was lucky that I was able to walk, much less do anything else,” He huffed. Vergil just smirked smugly. The half-devil rolled his eyes, jabbed his mate in the side, and went to pick up the portrait, intent on hanging it up in a safe space that they could admire it from.

It didn’t take them very long to find the perfect spot for it on their walls before Vergil carried his mate off to continue celebrating their anniversary.
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