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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Sing Me a Lullabye

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Chapter: 13

Chapter title: Traces and Secrets

Characters: Taicho’s of the Gotei 13, Iba, Hanataro, Renji, Ikkaku, Yumichika

Word Count: 1,780

AN: So we finally see what the other half is up to. :D *giggles* I had fun writing this chapter. :3 Especially since it was the ever loveable Affy-chan that sparked this particular plot point.
Until next week, ladies and germs! Enjoy.
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Sitting down in her chair before the collection of taichos, Unohana sighed softly and rubbed at her face, already tired and her day having just started. “Is everyone here?” she queried, getting a soft yes from her fukutaicho, Sasakibe. “Then go ahead and go to the fukutaicho’s meeting for now. If there is something that must be said to them, I shall send you a butterfly.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sasakibe stated, bowing before leaving through a back door, the taichos staring at her, still unused to having her leading them even nearly a year later. Yamamoto had ended up having something close to a heart attack when it had come out that Ichigo had been captured right after Isshin and his twin girls had gone into hiding with Ichigo’s closest friends. To say they had been shocked to learn that Isshin was Yamamoto’s child, thus making Ichigo, Yuzu and Karin his grandchildren was an understatement.
Since he had had the attack, he had stepped down to a more advisory role, appointing Unohana as the sou-taicho while Isane Kotetsu had been named the taicho of the Fourth with Hanataro Yamada was named fukutaicho.
“Alright, let us begin this meeting. Kurotsuchi-taicho, I was told you found an odd blip on the scans from the past four months or so?” Unohana asked, turning to the oddly dressed man. The twisted clown like face split into a grin that made even her uneasy even though she never once showed it.
“Yes, apparently the idiot that I had watching the scans missed it,” Kurotsuchi stated, his voice grating on several of the taichos' nerves. They were all still strung tight and worried about the young Ichigo, wanting to try one more time in finding him, but knowing that Aizen and his people would just move Los Noches once more to a new spot. “A hollow, or something hollow like, opened a garganta. And not just any kind of garganta.”
Unohana raised an eyebrow at the man as he paused, so smug and assured of his place. “Continue on with your report. I have much to do and not enough hours in the day unfortunately,” she said, sounding sweet but with a backbone that made Kurotsuchi twitch.
“Yes, right,” he stuttered before clearing his throat. He pressed a button and an image appeared on one of the walls, the taichos turning to it only to see a long tunnel like thing with two ends to it. “A black hole is probably the best example, at least the theory that there are two openings to the thing. But in this case, there are two openings to this garganta. One opening was far into the deserts of Hueco Muendo and the other is...somewhere. We do not know where but we are looking into it.” He shifted and pressed the button again. “This garganta opened to a different branch of our reality and it took a very powerful hollow like creature to do so. Shinigami can do this but only with the specialized doorways to the other world’s Spiritual Worlds.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” Soi-Fon snarled, her eyes narrowed as Yoruichi glared heavily at the clown.
“It has everything to do with that boy,” Kurotsuchi snarled back. “It had that creature that is a part of his soul’s signature. It’s a good thing that I recorded it or we would have never known it was his hollow that had opened it. How the creature knew how to open it I do not know,” he stated, sniffing and finding it all boring outside of the fact that a rare garganta had been opened.
“Quiet,” Unohana stated as everyone started to raise their voices, trying to get more details. “Kurotsuchi-taicho, are you looking for where the garganta went to?” she asked, lacing her fingers over her lap and braid.
Kurotsuchi cleared his throat and smoothed a hand down his taicho's haori. “Yes, we are working on it but it’s going to take a bit of time to follow it. Then we shall need permission to go to the world, much less explore to find out if the boy is there.”
“His name is Ichigo and you would do well to remember it before I test my skills on you,” Yoruichi purred, gold-green eyes flashing at the man and making him go stiff before he returned to his place in line, the images disappearing. “So we just need to wait for the moment? Who will go after him?” she asked, crossing her arms under her bust line.
Unohana sighed and stood up. “Renji Abari, you, Soi-fon-taicho, Urahara-san and Muguruma-taicho shall go. If others are needed, I will assign them. We will not plan on bringing Ichigo back unless he is in imminent danger for now, but instead will see where he is and what he is doing,” she stated, pinning every one of her taichos before nodding. “I shall send a butterfly to my own fukutaicho for him to tell yours. Kurotsuchi-taicho, keep me updated.”
With that said, she left the meeting, breaking it apart and going to see Yamamoto in his home that was still on the grounds of the First Division. Knocking on the door to announce herself, she walked in and moved to the garden that the ex-taicho favored when he was thinking of his missing family. The man looked up as he stroked his beard, looking weary and much older than before.
“Kurotsuchi has found Shirosaki’s energy signature. It looks as if Ichigo might have escaped from Aizen’s hold and was taken to a branch universe,” Unohana said, coming to kneel before him, taking his hands.
“Truly?” he asked, getting a nod. Yamamoto sighed and smiled lightly, eyes closing as hope bloomed in his heart at the thought of at least one of his grandchildren being found finally. “I am glad. Will they find him soon or must we wait longer?” he prodded.
“We must wait for a while longer. Kurotsuchi needs to follow the power line to where Shirosaki went and then we must ask for permission to search for Ichigo if he has not been found by the Spiritual World of the universe,” Unohana said, smiling and rubbing at his hands. “But we have our first solid lead on him for the first time in over a year.”
“We do, that we do. It warms me and gives me hope that we will be able to find him and that the others will come out of hiding finally,” Yamamoto sighed, standing up, leaning on his zanpakuto. Unohana stood with him and walked with the older man, enjoying the quiet peace that was around him. “Perhaps we will be able to end this war once and for all before the next eclipse. When is it going to happen?”
“Next year, July I believe,” Unohana stated, getting a nod. “So just over a year from now. Maybe sooner.”
“I see. Not much time in the grand scheme of things then,” Yamamoto hummed, fingers running over his beard as they paused before the patch of flowers that were a mix of the colors of his grandchildren’s hair and eyes.
“Yes, but enough I would think,” Unohana said, smiling as she reached out and caressed a petal of one flower the color of orange fire.
Elsewhere several people were gathered in the Eleventh division conference room, talking about what had been told and sharing information. Byakuya sighed and rubbed at his eyes as Ikakku, Renji and Iba all made noise about forcing, as they called him, the freaky ass clown into finding Ichigo faster.
“Shut up already!” Kensei growled, forcing everyone to go quiet as Shuuhei rolled his eyes and rubbed at his shoulders from behind him. “Thank you. Now let the pretty boy talk,” the silver haired man grunted, sitting back and relaxing under the gentle touches of his lover.
“As I was saying before you all went crazy trying to get heard, he found the faint traces of Shirosaki’s power signature which suggests that Ichigo was able to get away,” Byakuya said, still rubbing his eyes as several of the people looked like they were ready to jump up and run to the Twelfth to force Kurotsuchi to work faster. They all knew that it would just piss off the man but that did not mean anything to them. They just wanted Ichigo back. “For now we bide our time and wait for news on where he is. We must do this by the book so we don’t piss of any other Spiritual World. If we do that, you can kiss our peace treaties with them goodbye.”
“My, my, Kuchiki-kun, you have been hanging out with me and Ikakku-kun much too often if you’re talking like that,” Yumichika purred, his violet eyes sparkling as Byakuya snorted and looked away a delicate blush spreading over his nose. “Are you going to come spend more time with us later?”
“Not now, Ayasegawa-san,” Byakuya stated, trying hard not to let the blush spread even more, taking a slow, deep breath before he opened his eyes. “I have a feeling that Ichigo is fine where he is. At least in better hands then before when he was in Aizen’s hands,” he continued, sitting up straight in his chair. “For now though, I have something I must check on. I hope that our more rash members will behave?” he asked, pinning those he knew would run after Ichigo if they could have, getting sheepish smiles.
“I’ll keep Ikkaku-kun on a leash,” Yumichika chirped, making Ikkaku cough into one hand as Hanatoru sidled up beside his own lover, Iba smiling and rubbing at the back of his neck.
Renji pouted and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “We’ll behave, taicho. I’ll get back to the office too and finish the paperwork that doesn’t need your signature as well,” he promised.
“Thank you, Abari-fukutaicho,” Byakuya stated, nodding his head before leaving and heading to the Kuchiki mansion. Waving off his personal servant, the clan head moved to the thick book that updated itself of names of living and past Kuchiki family members, and even those who had been stripped of the name. Those who had died were red, those who lived were black while those who had been stripped of the family name had a strike through them. Finding his half sisters line, he swallowed at the fact that his suspicions were proven correct and forced himself to close the book with a sigh.
It would seem as if he and one Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto had to talk about some very important information that he had kept away from him.
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