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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: 18

Chapter title: Dresses, Trips and Greetings

Characters: Kensei, Soi-fon, William, Renji, Isshin, Urahara

Word Count: 1,950

AN: And we're a bit late with this one but I have finally posted this chapter. I do hope that you enjoy this.
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Smiling at the group that was to head to the side world, Urahara waved his fan before his face, eyes gazing out from under the brim of his hat, already in his period clothes that Tessai had amazingly created overnight. He was wearing a simple pair of lean black trousers that sat over simple black, lace up shoes with a slight heel to them. His jacket was a dark green that went well with the lighter green vest and dark green embroidered puff tie that was held in place by a small tie chain. All around, he looked like a distinguished gentleman, blond hair and scruffy chin notwithstanding.
Isshin was wearing a dark blue vest under a black jacket and over a white shirt, a matte black puff tie sitting at his neck. He had decided to go with more subdued colors, hair free of gel and falling down in neat little waves. His daughters had smirked at him and asked Tessai if he would make them period dresses for when they were finally able to go and see their older brother.
“Ahhh, Kensei, so nice to see you,” Urahara chuckled, tilting his head with a smirk eyes gleaming as the man smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you have to do six consecutive gate jumps to get us here?” Kensei asked, not looking visibly shaken by the jumps. Then again, he was more than used to it happening, the others not so much. Renji groaned softly behind him, bending over and hands on knees as he tried to take a slow breath to steady himself. Soi-Fon was swallowing heavily as she closed her eyes and tried not to hurt someone to stop the rolling in her stomach.
“Yes, I did, my dear Kensei,” Urahara chuckled as he snapped his fan closed and stuck it into an inside pocket. “If you can all get into your gigais and change into the clothes provided, we can leave here soon. As for the multiple jumps, it was the only way to stop anyone from following you to here. We can’t have the girls getting hurt because we were careless after all,” he stated.
“I see,” Kensei replied, smirking as he headed into the room where his and Renji’s gigais waited for them. The two men slipped into theirs easily and looked at the offered clothing, eyebrows rising at the pristine white shirts, bracers, ties, vest, pants, shoes and various accessories before shrugging and dressing. It was as they were putting on their cufflinks that a screech that could only be one made out of female outrage broke through the shoten, making them blink.
Looking at each other, Renji shrugged and started to pull his hair back into a braid as they left the room, not bothering with the black jackets that laid on their beds for the moment. They walked out into the main room where they found Soi-Fon in her gigai and wearing a simple pair of jeans and shirt, holding what they could only guess was a dress, waving it before the innocently smiling shop keeper.
“What the fuck is this!?” she screeched, waving the dress around. Isshin was watching, sipping a cup of coffee as Yuzu and Karin watched from their perches on the bar stool, dressed and ready for school.
“It’s your period dress, Soi-Fon-san,” Urahara chirped, rubbing the back of his head. “You see, the world we are about to go to is a reboot world, having to restart sometime in its past at a certain point that is. And their current time is the Victorian ages where it’s only proper for women to wear dresses, such as this. Just be glad that Tessai was able to make it look like you’re wearing a corset instead of having to wear one.”
“I think it looks very pretty and well done,” Yuzu chirped from her place perched on the bar stool, finishing her breakfast and sliding down to the floor. Soi-Fon blinked several times, surprised at how grown up the youngest of the three Kurosaki siblings looked, even with pigtails and an adorable barrette attached to one.
“Ahh...Oh, yes,” she said, watching as the twins left with their bags, Tessai following after them as their appointed guardian while their father was gone. “And you! What do you mean Victorian ages?” she hissed, looking almost ready to tear the dress apart.
“I mean that it is England in the late 1820’s under the rule of one Queen Victoria and we do not need you to stick out any more than necessary, Soi-Fon-san,” Isshin stated, shrugging one shoulder with a smirk. “As you can see, we’re all dressing our parts until we can find out what story Ichigo has come up with to explain his presence,” he continued, crossing his legs, ankle resting on his knee as he smirked.
“We will go meet with the one who is watching over Ichigo’s case and he’ll start the paperwork, but he did send a note this morning stating that it could take a while to go through. He would also need permission to take us to see Ichigo considering who he is staying with,” Urahara said, moving to sit down. Soi-Fon snarled and turned on her heel, stomping into her room and slamming the door shut.
Once she had come back out in a simple day dress, a dark blue with black lacing around the bottom of the short sleeves and a loose skirt that fluttered around her feet, he sat back and smirked at the fact that she had also pulled her hair into a braid and wrapped the braid into a bun. Sighing, Urahara pushed back his hat and reached down beside him as Renji and Kensei gathered their jackets and came to sit down, watching as the blond man handed over two boxes to Soi-Fon. One turned out to be a hat box, the woman glaring at him before allowing Isshin to put it on for her properly so she could get used to it and tugged on the gloves found in the other box.
“At least the colors are acceptable,” she snarled, eyes narrowing at him. “I will trap you one way or another and I will torture you for this travesty.”
“I think you look very pretty, Soi-Fon-san, and I know for a fact that it was Yourichi that chose the outfit,” Urahara chuckled. They all smirked as Soi-Fon flushed ever so slightly at the thought of her mentor and friend having chosen the dress that she was wearing.
“I will still torture you,” she stated firmly, getting amused smiles from the others.
“As I was saying, our contact will need to get permission from Ichigo’s current caretakers to go see him,” Urahara drawled, Renji leaning forward as he tugged at his red vest a bit to get it to sit properly.
“What do you mean by that? By needing to get permission from his caretakers? Aren’t they human?” he asked, fiddling with the matte black necktie that he wore, getting it to puff properly around his neck.
“No, they are not. From our contact’s note, they are a mated pair of high class demon’s who put Aizen to shame with their power but they work for this Queen Victoria as her ‘watch dogs’, so to speak,” Urahara drawled, watching as Soi-Fon fussed with her heeled shoes, getting them on and tied. “So we need their permission to even think of stepping foot on their property, much less to see Ichigo and from what I understand, they are quite protective of our dear Ichi.”
“If it turns out they have Ichigo in their bed, I know a few people who are gonna be mad,” Kensei snorted, Isshin smirking brightly at the man.
“I fully approve if the two demons have somehow wooed my dear son. Just wait until you see why I agree with that happening,” he said, barking out a laugh as he tossed his head back in amusement.
“You know something and you’re not bragging?” Kensei teased as they all stood up, a brightly colored moth floating through and landing on Urahara’s ear, the man tilting his head to the side.
“Of course I know something, and I’m not bragging because it’s my son’s place to tell ya,” Isshin snorted, gazing at Urahara.
“William, our contact, will meet us now. To the gate room, please,” Urahara said happily, leading them to a room where a large free standing stone door waited for them. They all looked at the man, wondering just if he was nuts as he placed the brightly colored moth on a small button and watched it sink into the button. “Turn to the door please,” he chirped, joining the group as the door started to light up with various colors.
“And here we go,” Isshin chuckled as the door swung towards them, leaving behind a large portal of light. “Do remember, be polite,” he said, eying Soi-Fon and getting an unhappy pout from the woman before the group walked through and ended up in a large library. Looking around, they were surprised by how many books there were and wondered what the titles were.
“Welcome to the Grim Reapers' library, where we store all of the stories of the lives that have come and will come,” William greeted as he walked down the stairs to where the group stood. “Please do not touch the cinematic records. It is so hard to get them to stay in place most times and would just add to my paperwork.”
“Ahh, you must be, William. I am Kisuke Urahara. This is Isshin Kurosaki, Ichigo’s father, Kensei Muguruma, the taicho of the Ninth division, Soi-Fon, taicho of the Second division and Renji Abari, fukutaicho of the sixth division,” Urahara introduced waving to each person with a bright smile. William hummed softly, eyes narrowing as he stared at Renji long enough to make the man shift on his feet and blush.
“I see. I am William T. Spears, head Grim Reaper. If you would be willing to follow me, I will get you started on the paperwork. While you fill it out, I will go speak with Ciel and Sebastian about seeing young Ichigo. I do not promise that you will be able to see him in the next few days though,” he warned, mind working over an interesting thought about Renji. Turning on his heel, he led the way out of the library and to a conference room. Once the paperwork had been handed out along with coffee, pens, and snacks, he smoothed down his vest and checking his watch. “If you will excuse me, I will go speak with them now. If I am not back by the time you are done with the paperwork, one of my assistants shall come gather you and show you to your rooms. I do hope you brought another set of clothes.”
“Of course, I made sure to pack plenty,” Urahara chuckled, patting his shirt pocket where a small subspace like pocket sat. It had limited storage but it would do for them at the moment.
“Very good. If you’ll excuse me,” William drawled, bowing to the group before disappearing out the door, wanting desperately to talk with his lover about their not so dead child and to speak with Ichigo about seeing the group.
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