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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 18

Characters: Rukia, Ichigo

Word count: 1,680

Warnings: Nothing

AN: I swear that these things are getting to be a pain in editing. *sighs* But so very worth it for all of the lovely, lovely reviews, kudos, subscriptions/watches, and the such. Thanks you guys.
And the reason why I didn't post on Monday? I had just gotten back from the Payson Book Fair, my sinus' had drained, and my throat felt like sandpaper. I didn't have enough focus to properly post on my sites so you get two things for the price of one.
Sorry about that you guys and I hope you enjoy.
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Walking down the park pathways, Ichigo smiled softly to himself at the memories of having taken his sisters down some of the very paths that he was strolling along. He had felt the young shinigami that he was looking for reitsu flare for a bit before disappearing once more. He had left Sado soon after the flare, knowing that he could cover the needed ground quickly. But he also knew that he wanted to take his time in walking, not wanting to spook her before he could talk with her.
Feeling the ice tinged reiryoku flare once more, Ichigo hummed and tilted his head to the side, heading that way, coming to stop just inside a set of trees where a little clearing sat, a small woman dispatching a hollow with the ease of long practice. As the creature dissolved, he chuckled softly before sticking his hands into his hoody pockets with a frown on his lips. She was good with her moves and well versed in using her zanpactou along with the kido that she had used to distract the hollow.
Urahara was right: despite her apparent overly protective older brother, Rukia was well versed in working in the Living World. Ichigo stepped out into the clearing and waited for her to notice him, his power leaking out just enough to be noticeable without drawing any new hollows to them. He counted as he waited for her to notice, getting to twenty-five seconds when she whipped around, making him sigh softly.
“I’ve been here for more than a minute and leaking power for nearly 30 seconds. Your response time is slow,” Ichigo drawled, Rukia holding up her zanpactou and making him sigh softly. “No need for that now. I’m not here to hurt you or to do anything like that,” he stated, waving a hand before his face as he walked over to a bench and sat down. “I’m actually here to just chat with you. I’m sure that you know Kisuke Urahara,” he hummed, smiling slightly at her as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“I do. How do you know him,” she asked, pointing her zanpactou down but still not sheathing it yet, unsure as to how to react to the young human male that obviously could see her quite well.
“He’s my godfather actually,” Ichigo chuckled, smiling softly and shrugging one shoulder. “My name is Ichigo. Yours, I believe is Rukia Kuchiki, correct?” he asked, the pretty female nodding her head, gray eyes narrowing. He smiled and noted that she was indeed colored like what he had been told the Kuchiki clan was. Black hair and gray eyes were set against pale skin, her limbs slim and bird like but holding power in the frail limbs.
“That’s correct,” she said, sliding her zanpactou into her sheath and moving closer to him, taking in the fiery hair that was softened by sun bleached blond streaks that mixed in amongst the fire easily. She noted that he didn’t just have brown eyes, but eyes that were like the dark butterscotch that her brother enjoyed on occasion. They swirled and gazed at her, power and confidence shining subtly from them and from his very being.
He knew he had power, knew how to use it and wasn’t going to use it against anyone unless they gave him reason to. She came to stand closer to him but not close enough to be threatening or be threatened. His lips quirked upwards into an amused look.
“So, tell me, Rukia-san, how long have you been in Karakura, working on the hollow population?” he asked, crossing his legs. There was something all together too elegant about the young male before her, as if he was trained to never waste a single movement, to always keep them smooth and simple. It as if he had been trained beyond what any normal fighting training could teach, almost as if he had been trained specifically in how to move. It was subtle but it was almost as if he had been trained to be a clan member and how to move as such.
She remembered getting the same training when she had been adopted by the Kuchiki clan, but it seemed that it sat better with the male before her.
“Nearly three years actually. I arrived just after the deaths of a family,” Rukia admitted, shifting on her feet at the sadness that flashed across the face before her. “I was told to look for their souls but I haven’t seen them since I started.”
“That’s because they were picked up by a Grim Reaper,” Ichigo stated, the woman before him jerking and staring at him with wide eyes.
“How did you learn that?” she asked, Ichigo smiling and shaking his head.
“I’ll probably tell you one of these days, Rukia-san, when I think that I can trust you,” he chuckled, shaking his head and smoothing a hand down his thigh to smooth down his jeans. “For now though, know that you’re not going to learn just who I am beyond what I tell you. And not even Urahara is going to tell you no matter how much you ask him,” Ichigo warned, eyes flashing just a bit with promise.
“Why are you here then?” Rukia asked, frowning heavily at the man before her, getting a low chuckle from Ichigo.
“I’m here to ask you a few things about Soul Society. To be more precise, about the Seireitei and its inner workings from your point of view,” Ichigo stated, smiling and shrugging one shoulder. “You see, there are things going on that I know about but before I can work to do anything about it, I need to know what is going on right now from the view point of someone who doesn’t see all the rot that is lingering under the pretty facade,” he continued.
Rukia blinked a few times before opening her mouth and then snapping it shut, uncertain as to what to say to Ichigo that wouldn’t be a complete lie. She knew something was going on in the Seireitei but she could never quite figure out what it was. It was like there was a whole world that she couldn’t see but feel. “What do you want to know?” she finally asked.
Ichigo smiled and leant forward, arms resting on his cross knees. “I want to know what you see, Rukia-san. I want to know what you hear. Don’t be shy in telling me. I won’t be using this against you but rather against those who need this information used against them.” Rukia gazed at Ichigo for a few more minutes before nodding her head.
She walked over and sat down next to him, holding her zanpactou over her lap, stroking the sheath with a thoughtful expression on her face as she told him all about the soutaicho, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto; about her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki and how he took her in when she was in her second year of the academy. She told him about the other captains and about those who creeped her out in so many ways when she had to go in and turn her reports in.
He learned about Sosuke Aizen, the taicho of the Fifth Division, and of Gin Ichimaru, taicho of the Third division, and how they could often be found with each other.
She told him about how things had been going in the Seireitei, how it had gotten to a point where the Twelfth division had almost been shut down but hadn’t been. Instead, the soutaicho had ordered every member of the twelfth evaluated in all aspects, every building inspected and everything that wasn’t allowed to be confiscated and destroyed. How file after file after file had been taken away and hidden in the dairetshoaiko so that no one could get to it without the proper access.
How she knew that something bigger was going on but no one was talking about it but every shinigami was being scrutinized after the shit with the Twelfth divisions fuck up How each division had their people evaluated, even those who worked in the First Division. She was worried about what was going to happen next, what would happen to the people that worked and helped the Soul Society stay calm.
She also told him about the Rukigon districts and how they looked, how the people lived and died in them. She told him about her own childhood and her own life. She told him everything, feeling as if a weight was sliding off of her with every word.
And the entire time, Ichigo just listened with a small smile on his lips, encouraging her to talk, encouraging her to tell him everything he would need to do his job in Soul Society. When she was done, he stood up and brushed off the ass of his pants, spotting Sebastian and William standing in the shadows, knowing that they were waiting for him.
“How about we meet again?” he asked, tilting his head with a smile on his lips. “We have much that I think we must speak about and not a whole lot of time to do so. Here, call this number when you have some time and we’ll set up a place to meet,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper with his cell phone number, handing it to her.
“I would…like that,” Rukia said, smiling and tucking the paper away. She watched as he walked up to two men that didn’t feel like any human or shinigami she had ever met in her lifetime. She had to blink as Ichigo smiled sweetly and leant up slightly to kiss the shorted haired man that wore a pair of glasses, the man sliding an arm around his waist.
“Let’s go home,” Ichigo said, his voice carrying on the wind before the three men disappeared into the shadows without another word, leaving Rukia to her thoughts and her duty.
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