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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: 17

Chapter title: Learning of His Child

Characters: Isshin, Urahara

Word Count: 1,712

AN: We’re introducing more and more characters every posting. *chuckles*
Enjoy.
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It was a beautiful night, that much one Isshin Kurosaki could say as he lounged in a hammock, staring up at the sky as he gently swung back and forth, cigarette hanging from his fingers. He had taken up smoking his cigarettes at night, when the twins were in bed and being watched over by Kon or one of the other mod souls. They had run so long ago, having expected Ichigo to go to Soul Society and stash his body there, but when news of Ichigo’s capture had reached them, they had moved again and hidden further away from Karakura Town.
Bringing the cigarette to his mouth, he took in a drag before slowly blowing it out, watching the smoke curl up before wafting away on a breeze. They had heard from Yourichi, the woman having decided to stay with Soul Society and feed them information, that a trail to Ichigo had been found. A few hours ago Urahara had gone into his communications room and hadn’t come out yet, leaving Isshin to think of his beautiful child.
Ichigo had been such a bright, happy child, getting into his mother’s closet often enough that Masaki had finally bought him a few of his own dresses that he liked to wear when they weren’t in Karakura town. He had also learned how to crochet, embroider and sew, and had just started piano lessons with Masaki when she had been killed by Grand Fisher, leaving a small part of his mind and soul fractured.
After the funeral, Ichigo had grown up fast, taking on the mask of a strong little boy, his sisters taking their own places as the homemakers and the strong ones under their brother. The dresses had been put away, forgotten in a crawl space. Or so Ichigo would love them to believe despite the fact that they knew that he would pull them out and stare at them, pictures of him in them with Masaki and the sheet music that he had been learning. His practice piano was sold, a reminder of a time that none of them could stand to remember that first year, and Ichigo had become a tough boy.
Then things had gone to hell with the introduction of Rukia.
Granted, Ichigo had told him flat out that he would prefer to fight to save them all but still Isshin had worried and with good reason.
Aizen hated Isshin for beating him so often in so many ways. Isshin had barely been top during their school years; he had been good at Kido though, going back and forth in grades in that class. When they joined the ranks, it was Isshin who was first chosen for his first main division, rising through the ranks of the Second until he became the taicho of the Eighth. It took Aizen another four years to make fukutiacho and than taicho.
While Aizen was starting to build his little plan, Isshin had met Masaki, spotting her for the reborn new soul that she was but still falling in love hard. He hadn’t been hunted down after he had left, his father knowing why he was leaving, how he was leaving and requesting an occasional letter and pictures of his life. Aizen knew he would have been hunted down and dragged back if he had done so.
It had lead to Aizen hating him even more.
“Isshin,” Urahara drawled nearby, dragging Isshin out of his rather dark thoughts as the man snuffed out his cigarette.
“You have news?” he asked, sitting up slightly in his hammock, black eyes curious as his friend smiled from under his hat.
“I have news,” Urahara stated as he came to lay next to Isshin, feet next to his friends side, and shoved his hat back enough to look at his friend with a pleased smile. “About Ichigo.” Those two words made Isshin sit up fast enough to turn the hammock around so that the two landed on the ground with a moan. “Must you do that?” he moaned, trying to kick at Isshin.
Isshin just ignored the kick and his pain, and straddled Urahara’s lap, grabbing his green haori and hauling him close. “What did you just say?” he asked, his eyes bright with his excitement.
“May-chan found a trail of Shirosaki’s power and was able to follow it to where they went to. Apparently it is a side world that is still set in the Victorian Ages where demons roam free,” Urahara stated, smirking up at his friend and sometimes lover. “Ichigo landed in the laps of two very powerful demons who work for their Queen. We need to go to their Spiritual World to even think of seeing Ichigo but they’re coming tomorrow morning,” he continued.
Isshin whooped with joy before grabbing Urahara’s face between his hands and placing a sloppy kiss onto his friend’s mouth, pulling away with a bright smile. “That means my baby boy was able to escape that psycho’s clutches and is now well and truly protected. Aizen wouldn’t be so stupid as to go up against two powerful demons, especially if they have the backing of a ruler in that world,” he cackled, eyes wide and smile wider.
“Precisely,” Urahara chuckled, placing his hands onto the other’s hips and nudging him to stand up from the ground. “Come on, let me show you where we are to go. I have some visuals of Ichigo. I think what you’re about to see will surprise you though,” he said, being pulled up from the ground by an excited Isshin. Shaking his head and picking up his hat, he shoved it back onto his head and led the other man into the communications and computer room.
Making Isshin sit down in a chair, he pulled up the pictures that he had taken, most of them of a large, sprawling estate with a miniature forest, large bits of flowers and green grass and lovely tree’s that bloomed in various colors. Changing them, he smirked at the face that his friend pulled at the giant, yawning demon dog that was lounging in the sun, as a pretty blond man worked on some flowers, a man in a chefs shirt watching him with a smile.
“I think these two are part of the household,” Urahara said, pointing to the two men, “and this big puppy is a guardian of the estate. Then we have the two demons, one acting much like a butler really.” He flipped the pictures to two dark haired men. One was wearing an eye patch, blue eye gazing over at something as he fixed the royal blue jacket that he was wearing. The other had longish hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and wore a black butler’s uniform and white gloves.
“And Ichigo?” Isshin asked, looking at Urahara with a raised eyebrow, ready to strangle the man for making him wait.
“Is a surprise, let me tell you,” Urahara snorted, reaching around Isshin once more and pulling up several shots of Ichigo in full dress. It was a simple dress with a loose skirt, the corset creating hips and chest where there wasn’t really one but it was elegant all the same.
The skirt, from what they could tell, was a burned black velvet layered deal, falling around Ichigo’s feet, which peeked out with simple black heels. The top layer was a delightful mix of black lace and purple soft fabric. The arms came down to his elbows, some of the black lace falling down to his wrists from there while black lace trailed up and down the top part. On each side were panels of bunched black lace. The vibrant red hair was pulled back into an elegant bun that was covered by a black net, a single purple jewel hanging from it as elegant curls surrounded his face. He was pulling on a pair of gloves that came up to his elbows, covering still pink scars.
“My baby boy...” Isshin whimpered, Urahara swallowing and moving away just in case Isshin, for some odd reason, became violent. “My baby boy is so GORGEOUS! I ALWAYS KNEW HE WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL IF HE HAD BEEN ABLE TO HEAL AND BE HIMSELF!” Isshin cried out, hugging the screen, tears cascading down his face.
Urahara sighed and cleared his throat. “Apparently May-chan is going to print out pictures of Ichigo so we all know how he looks...so...”
“What? That perverted freak of a third seat is perving out over my beautiful baby boy?!” Isshin cried, his eyes promising death to the current taicho of the Twelfth division.
“I really doubt that he is perving out on your child,” Urahara replied, not mentioning that the first time he had seen the pictures of Ichigo, he had to have a very cold shower and remind himself that his friend’s child was out of his league. “He barely likes Ichigo as it is. Now, I am going to see him but I thought you would like to come with. Unohana has approved your pass, but our first stop will end up being to their Spiritual World to get passes. I have a feeling that they know about us though and will stall for a short time. Not that May-chan will know this.”
“What do you mean by that?” Isshin asked, going back to a somewhat normal attitude, sitting down again as Urahara reached out and pressed a button bringing up the pictures of two different men. One had neatly combed black hair and a pair of black rimmed glasses, wearing a neat black suit while the other wore a butler’s uniform with a bloody red tie that matched his equally bloody red hair.
“It seems that Ichigo has Grim Reapers hanging around to and one is acting as his Governess,” Urahara drawled.
Isshin blinked several times before pointing to the two Grim Reapers and said, “You know, they remind me of that Abarai kid.” Urahara blinked in response and looked at the pictures of the two, tilting his hat back with one thumb.
“Well, I’ll be damned, they do,” he breathed, shaking his head with a smirk. “Wanna make a bet?” Isshin smirked and pulled out a mini notebook with a pen.
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