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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: 19

Chapter title: Sparring and Information

Characters: Ciel, William, Ichigo, Sebastian, Grell

Word Count: 2,728

AN: Guess who was able to get her flash drive back?! Yup, me. Which makes me happy. *nods* *snuggles the flash drive* Anyways, here’s today’s posting. Enjoy.
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Arriving at the Phantomhive estate, William took a slow, deep breath as he tugged his gloves back into place before turning and striking out at a tree, only being stopped by Sebastian inches from landing the hit on the rough bark. “I think you should not hit the tree. Poor Finnian and Ichigo will be most upset with you,” Sebastian purred, eyes glinting as he frowned at the almost maniacal look in the Grim Reapers eyes. “How about instead you come spar with me and release some of that energy.”
“I must speak with Grell,” William growled, getting frowned at as he looked over at Ichigo who he had been escorting back to the house, Grell having gone to change his shirt before some sap could set on it. Ichigo shook his head, eyes wide as he worried about his friend. His mental age had finally caught up with his body, the last two months being the hardest for the young man, having to go through what had happened while he was under Aizen’s control, but having moved past it for the most part.
They had discovered that despite what they had feared, his stay in Hueco Mundo had included him being chained, starved and dehydrated, talked to death but never truly ‘tortured’, at least not that he could remember. Apparently there were a few pieces still missing. But to Ichigo, he hadn’t been worth the time to Aizen, at least not until it was the right time to really get back at his father. His jailers, the ones known as Stark, Harribel, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow had all helped him get out of the castle after he had slipped his manacles, also making sure he didn’t die while there.
Outside of some nightmares and an intense dislike for pitch black darkness and too much stark whiteness, he was mentally so much stronger than before. But he was still a bit skittish around those with power that he hadn’t seen before, his own unfurling slowly and allowing him to learn how to control it with the help of Shirosaki and Zangetsu.
“How about not yet. I cannot allow you to upset Grell because that would upset Ichigo. Ichigo, please go on ahead of us please and ask Grell to teach you how to make those doilies that you like so much?” he suggested, smiling at Ichigo. Once the emerald clad cross dresser was up at the house once more, Sebastian tugged William towards a warded clearing that he and Ciel used when they were practicing or sparring. “Now, spar with me. Get out that aggression out of you so you can speak with Grell with an even mind.”
William hummed and withdrew his death scythe, the shears spinning a bit before he firmly grasped the pole and pointed it at Sebastian. He knew that the demon was right, as distasteful as it was to admit that, even to himself. He could not, would not, upset Grell any more than the news that they had been lied to about their first born dying was bound to do.
He snarled and slashed out with his shears, Sebastian dodging out of the way and coming in low, aiming a punch that missed by inches as William slid back and attacked with his scythe once more. They went back and forth like that, barely missing here, landing hits there, leaving each other in pain, bloodied and bruised but still happy to have someone of equal strength to go up against.
As Sebastian slid to the edge of the warded area, William collapsed back onto his ass, panting hard as he wiped at his mouth, flinching at the sting of the cut that a well placed punch had opened up on his bottom lip. Cracking his neck, the red eyed demon stood and straightened out his clothes, as much as he could considering just how cut up it was from the Grim Reapers weapon, making him sigh.
“It looks like I must change now. And fix my clothes,” he mused, eyeing the other man as he stood and smoothed out his own uniform.
“Yes, I suppose I should stop by Grell’s room. Should you see him before I do, can you please ask him to come to his room so we can talk?” William asked, tilting his head as he smoothed out his hair, getting it to lay straight as he sighed softly.
“I shall do so,” Sebastian stated, leading the way to the house, surprising Finnian as he looked away from Bardroy as the cook snuffed out his cigarette as he took their appearance in.
“Grell is in his room, Ichi is practicing his doily making while Tanaka and Ciel watch him,” Bardroy stated, shifting on his feet. “Told me to tell ya, William, that he’s waiting for you to finish with whatever was pissin’ ya off. Said he could feel it and it was making his stomach upset.”
“Thank you, Bardroy,” William stated, nodding his head as worry flitted through his eyes. Finnian smiled brightly and kept his mouth shut, remembering what he had promised his lover about spilling Grell’s secret before the fiery red head could tell his lover. The ruffled Grim Reaper left for his lover and the bedroom that they shared for the most part when staying on the Phantomhive estate.
The moment that he stepped into the room, Grell was checking him over for any injuries that were deep or hurting his lover, sighing at finding them already healing as William smiled indulgently. “You had best be glad that you aren’t all that injured. What got you so upset that you had to take Sebastian up on his offer for a spar?” he asked, planting his hands onto his hips and glaring at his mate.
William’s face went from happy to see his sweet, redheaded lover to sober as he sighed and pulled the other close. “I found out something very interesting today when I meet with the Shinigami from Ichigo’s world. They sent a fukutaicho of one of their divisions named Renji Abarai,” he said, walking over to the couch and sitting down, pulling down the confused looking Grell down with him.
“What does this have anything to do with your need to spar with a demon that could destroy you if you pissed him off too much?” Grell asked, trying to keep calm and not freak out suddenly by the fact that this person, this Renji Abarai, could piss off William so easily.
“It has everything to do with the fact, Grell. Let me explain,” William sighed, rubbing his face as he sat back in the chair. “Now, I was expecting a fukutaicho but what I wasn’t was a fukutaicho whose power had a distinct Grim Reaper taste to it, despite how much it felt like a Shinigami’s power,” he continued, eyes darkening as he remembered the years after they had been told their child had died. “Nor one with such bright red hair that looks like spilled blood in color and probably falls much like yours does.”
Grell went stiff next to him, vibrant green eyes widening as he looked at his lover, getting dark eyes in return that sheened over with red. “They...they lied didn’t they?” he breathed, William nodding his head, frowning heavily, the only outward sign of his anger. “They took him and dumped him in that side dimension, probably hoping that he would die didn’t they?” he asked, fingers curling and tightening on his lap, his teeth flashing dangerously.
“Not they. Only one Grim Reaper who is now beyond our means of getting him since he rejoined the main life stream,” William muttered, eyes flashing. Sighing, he slumped and ran his fingers through his hair. “We will tell him though, see where it takes us,” he promised, taking his lover’s hand and making them uncurl with a soft smile. “For now, is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, staring at his now fidgeting lover.
“Well...see, yes, there’s...” Grell started, tumbling over his words as he looked everywhere but at his mate before standing up and digging out the baby blanket that he had started to crochet, holding it up with a sheepish smile. “Do you want a boy or a girl this time?” he asked, laughing lightly at the shocked look on William’s face. “Just don’t faint this time, please.”
“I did not faint the last time. I manfully lost consciousness due to the fact that my lover had become knocked up by me in some twist of fate,” William denied, looking away with a very slight blush to his cheeks. Grell snorted and cocked an eyebrow with an amused look on his face, putting the blanket back away into its basket. “And again with the twist of fate knocking my lover up,” he muttered before standing up and walking over to the slightly pouting Grell. “How far along?”
“Only about a few weeks along. I’m just about to hit the end of my second month if I’m guessing the timeline right. Sebastian is pretty good at being a doctor and making sure that I eat seeing as Ichigo has been fussing at me so much lately,” Grell hummed as he allowed William to pull off his jacket and vest before tugging his shirt up to rub a hand over his stomach.
William hummed and removed his hand only long enough to pull off his glove, once more stroking over the other’s stomach. “Soon you’ll be wearing dresses again,” he teased, getting a beaming, happy smile. “We’ll have to see about getting you some new ones since the others are well over a couple of centuries old by now,” he mused, getting a soft giggle.
“Yeah, they are so out of date,” Grell teased, pressing a kiss to William’s lips. “Now, get dressed and then you can tell everyone just why you’re here suddenly. I take it that it has something to do with those Shinigami that arrived.”
“Indeed,” William sighed, pulling his hand and body reluctantly away from the other man. Changing into a new outfit after wiping off the blood that had dried on his skin by then, Grell rearranging his clothes once more, the two Grim Reapers left their room and found Sebastian going over several pages of accounting while Ciel muttered about idiotic requests that had somehow landed on his desk and Ichigo sat at his ladies desk, writing in his journal with his personal blue ink. “Do you three have time?”
Ciel looked up and placed the papers in his fingers aside, wiping his fingers with a slightly wet rag to get rid of the ink on them as Ichigo and Sebastian gazed at him. “I suppose we do since I think you would hardly come here right now unless it was important,” he said, nodding his head and standing up to move around the desk, waving the two to the couches and armchairs. William and Grell sat on the loveseat as Ciel took a seat in his personal armchair, Ichigo closing his journal and ink well before sitting on the couch across from them.
“I shall make tea and bring snacks,” Sebastian hummed, Ciel nodding his head.
As they waited for the demon to return, Ichigo smiled softly at William and the man had to admit that the young man looked happy and content, much more so than the last time he had been there two months before. “I am sorry for taking so long in getting back here,” he said, nodding to Ciel.
“It is fine. Your moth came right on time with the papers for Ichigo, and you were here for a day when we were signing. I don’t think you could withstand Sebastian for that long as it is,” Ciel said, smirking and getting one in return. “Grell has been amazingly calm about things and has made a wonderful Governess to Ichigo. He has also helped with his powers as they have been unfurling, at least as much as he can in his condition.”
“That’s good then,” William said, eying his lover and the way he seemed so comfortable in the black suit that he was wearing, bloody red tie still at his throat. “Are you courting Ichigo now?” he asked suddenly, spying the necklace that had the Phantomhive family seal resting around Ichigo’s neck, watching the youngest man’s cheeks flush.
Ichigo looked down and played with his dress, shifting. “To a point. We talked about it and decided that it would be a good idea to wait until after I attend my first ball before announcing it openly that I am being courted by Ciel. For now...little things and gifts are the stage we’re at. I still have to help to deal with the Sosuke Aizen in my dimension after all, so we can’t afford to rush things too fast.”
“We have also told him about the bond that we created as a way to protect him and how it happened,” Sebastian stated as he walked in, pushing the tea tray. He smiled and handed Ichigo a sweet, fruity smelling tea that he had taken to liking and then passed out the other cups of the English tea. “He has started to build the bond so that it goes both ways too.”
Ichigo once more blushed as he said, “Well, I need to be able to find you wherever you disappear off to, too, you know.” Sebastian chuckled as Ciel quickly squashed the memories of the first taste of his soon to be lover’s and “wife’s” blood and the way he had reacted to being bitten by them. The flushed, dazed look haunted them for hours afterward and the two demons had no doubt that it would only get worse when they actually took him to bed.
“That is good. I have a feeling that you will need the support. Your father, teacher and three others, two taichos and a fukutaicho, have come from your dimension seeking to see you. If you wish, I can bring them over in the next hour,” William offered, Ichigo humming and pulling out a small ladies watch from a hidden pocket and checking the time.
“Not tonight I think,” Ichigo admitted, looking to Ciel as he looked at his own watch. “We have my ball tonight and I need to rest for a bit beforehand so I can get ready. The dress is...beautiful but complicated to get into,” he said, shaking his head with a sheepish smile. William chuckled and nodded his head. “If you don’t mind, I think I will go lay down for a bit.”
Standing up, Ichigo pressed a kiss to Ciel’s cheek and then Sebastian’s, getting small smiles and brushes of long fingers against his own. As he headed up the stairs, his mind filled with his thoughts and wondering how his friends and father would react to such a radical change in him. He wasn’t as pained any more, having been able to actually heal over his losses that he had experienced over the years of his life. His memories were still the same but now he had a new view on them and the cracks that had happened so long ago had started to become thinner, less Grand Canyon and more crack in the wall.
It left him mellower and happier with life but also that much more willing to protect what he considered his, the added demon blood in his system boosting that part of his personality. As he had told Sebastian when he had started to get his memories of the war against Aizen, “Sosuke Aizen will die. He will beg and plead for death before he does so, but he will die. Preferably with chunks missing from him.”
Ichigo blushed lightly as he remembered the deep, probing and passionate kiss that the other had given him after those words before leaving to find some release. He had hidden in his bathroom for a good hour after that, trying to calm down enough to not get hard every ten seconds while around Sebastian. Of course after that, he had to do the same thing after Ciel had kissed him senseless.
Sighing, he stepped into his room as downstairs Ciel and Sebastian signed forms for the Shinigami to come over the next day around lunch.
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