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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 17

Characters: Ichigo, William, Ciel, Urahara, Zangetsu, Sebastian

Word count: 1,630

Warnings: Nothing

AN: Wow, you guys. Yes, this is order. Why? Because I'm traveling tomorrow to head up to an authors fair where I can learn and see other authors. :D Yay! Yes, yay! So I'm posting this now because I won't be able to tomorrow. :P I'll be busy on Friday, traveling and then doing a meet and greet. So that'll be fun times.
Just know that I hope you all enjoy and I shall answer reviews the moment I can. *hugs*
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“It’s kind of interesting that his soul clothing is not the usual shihakusho that the Shinigami wear,” Urahara mused as he waved his fan before his face. He smiled slightly at the men that sat next to him as Ichigo worked with Zangetsu on training his abilities and powers.
They had forced Ichigo out of his body rather easily, the exiled man stating that it was as if his soul was meant to slip free of anything that would bind it down. From there, it had only been a few minutes before he had unlocked his power, his training with the Grim Reapers helping in that aspect. Once they had done that, Ichigo had taken his zanpactou, the large cleaver like weapon glinting in the light, and slipped it into the tenshintai that he had created for the purpose of continuing his own training.
Zangetsu had appeared, looking a bit on the youngish side, no older then 25, and with a white streak in his hair that he said represented the broken part of Ichigo’s soul. They had asked him about it, and he had said that it would have formed into a hollow if not for the fact that Ichigo had spent the last few years healing and training and getting past the hurts of the past. If he hadn’t healed as much as he had, that piece of his soul would have broken off, and with his powers they way they were, he would have gained a hollow that would have fought him every step of the way.
But now, with those who cared for him and who he cared for in return, he had found a path that had allowed him the freedom of being himself and allowing him to heal those old hurts.
All of that had warmed everyone there, knowing that they had helped in his healing. Ichigo had mused that getting away from where the memories resided had allowed him to look at them without them being shoved into his face. Ciel had to agree that was probably the reason, having left England for nearly a decade when he and his mate had been able to escape to finish healing and moving past his own history.
Urahara hummed softly, breaking into the thoughts of the group as he snapped his fan closed. “Really, really strange,” he drawled, Ciel chuckling next to him as Sebastian sipped at some of the sake that the man had provided.
“Not so strange when you consider that he is exposed daily to the powers of demons and Grim reapers. It is bound to have an effect on his very being, including how his soul is clothed. It’s actually a rather nice outfit,” Ciel stated, saluting Urahara with a smile on his lips. “That and he does have a fashion sense,” he continued, the group turning to gaze at Ichigo as he soared through the air in a back flip before landing and pushing forward, Zangetsu coming to meet him in a crash of power.
Ichigo’s outfit was a mix of a mandarin shirt with a pair of tighter pants that fell into a boot cut. The rich, dark blue shirt came to the young males knees, splitting up the sides to just above his waist. A long obi like sash the color of liquid gold sat around his waist, hiding just how high the slits went and tying in the back in a simple bow that now hid a few rather useful items from Yoruichi that Ichigo could wield in the Soul Society.
On the bottom part of the shirt was the clan symbol for the Shiba clan, something that had changed from the original since Isshin had left. Fireworks that formed a blooming lily had become the clan symbol when Kukaku had taken over as head of the family, or so Urahara had told them when they asked about the only marking on the otherwise normal looking top.
Urahara smiled once more and nodded his head. “Yes, so I see,” he chuckled before picking up his own sake bottle and pouring himself a saucer of it with a smile. “So, tell me, you wish to know about Isshin’s full past yes? You have what they told you, which is the basics, but not all of it yes?” he asked, Sebastian nodding his head.
“Yes, they told us enough to prompt us into having a friend watch them for when they died so that the Seireitei could not get them. We do not know what they would allow to happen should that have happened,” Sebastian stated, talking about the missing Grim Reaper, Undertaker. The man was setting up shop somewhere, having said something about needing a secondary base and a quick way out should they need it.
Grell sat forward, having been quiet the entire time as he watched Ichigo train. “Doesn’t his movements look quite a bit like a Grim Reapers,” he drawled, sending a look to William, who just returned it with a dry one of his own. “Almost as if he was made to be one,” he teased, dodging the swipe at his head with a wide, shark toothed grin.
“It isn’t as if we haven’t trained and sparred with one another,” William stated, shrugging one shoulder. “And Grim Reapers and Shinigami are part of the same interconnected world. We just patrol different parts of the world and do things in different ways due to the way the power flows in those areas of the world. Here in Japan, the power is much more spiritually based while in say, England for example, is much more physically based, or rather based in nature instead of the spiritual world,” he continued, remembering his history lesson.
Grell wrinkled his nose as Sebastian and Ciel chuckled, Urahara looking interested in that. “You just had to be a brainiac. How Ichigo deals with you, I will never know,” he huffed.
“I deal with him just fine,” Ichigo huffed, plopping down and taking the water bottle that Urahara handed him. Draining it, he sighed and slowly stretched his body as Zangetsu settled down next to him, declining anything from them. “Anyways, I thought I heard that you were going to talk about my father and his past in detail right?” he asked, tilting his head with a curious look.
“Indeed we were,” Urahara chirped, smiling at them and tapped his fan on the palm of one hand. “As you all know, Isshin was a shinigami, one that left the Seireitei to be with your mother, Ichigo. He was the taicho of the Tenth Division with Rangiku Matsumoto as his fukutaicho and Toshiro Hitsugaya, the current taicho, as his third seat. When he met your mother, he had gone out on a run to the human world to deal with a problematic hollow that was giving everyone a migraine since it seemed rather slippery.”
“I believe that dad ended up killing it but was injured at that time wasn’t he?” Ichigo asked, swiping another bottle of water from where Urahara had hidden them, sipping at that one instead of chugging it down.
“That’s right. In the course of his fight, he was injured, quite heavily and unable to get any help. At that time I was just moving into Karakura, and was setting up my shop, so I was unable to get to him but luckily for him, he was saved by Masaki-chan. She had felt the surges of power and had stayed out of the way before moving to help him when he had collapsed. From there, she took care of him enough for him to get back to Seireitei and turn in his report,” Urahara stated, smiling lightly. “After that, he came back to Karakura often, just to see her and they fell in love. It was quite adorable really.”
“I’ve seen the pictures from that time. Masaki made a lovely bride,” William hummed, Grell pouting at the fact that the other had probably seen the pictures before he had.
“Sebastian and I were able to witness it. We weren’t there officially but we did witness the marriage. Then we got to learn just who Isshin was,” Ciel said, nodding his head with a smile. “It was quite amusing for us when he learned that his wife had a special demon deal in place, not having expected her tendencies towards saving people to extend to demons.”
“Especially high level demons,” Ichigo teased, chuckling before he stood once more with a groan. “If you’ll excuse me, I must get back to working on my training if I’m expected to kick taicho level ass if it comes down to it,” he stated, standing up and brushing off his clothes with a smile. Winking, he went back to sparring with his zanpactou, Zangetsu having just listened to them talk.
Sebastian chuckled once more and refilled his and Ciel’s saucers with a smile. “At least he shows the stubbornness and work ethic of his mother towards training and learning as he did with everything else in life,” he chuckled, the others smirking and nodding in agreement.
“I think I shall have to introduce the Vizards to our dear Ichigo,” Urahara chuckled, getting curious looks from everyone. “They will be very interested in how things go in Soul Society and very interested in our dear one.”
“Just as long as they keep their paws to themselves, I don’t care what happens,” William stated, glaring at the hat wearing male, eyes narrowed.
“I’ll make sure that they do,” Urahara promised, already knowing that it would be his balls in a vice should one of them fuck with Ichigo at any point or time.
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