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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: 1

Chapter title: Hollow Talks and Information Exchanges

Characters: Sebastian, Ciel, Ichigo, Shiro

Word Count: 1,431

AN: I forgot to mention last chapter that this story shall be posted twice a week. Which is Monday and Friday. Mini stories shall be posted on Wednesday’s. I hope you can bear with the shift as I get this going and hope that you do enjoy.
As for those who do read the tags on these chapters, things WILL BE EXPLAINED, I promise, so don’t let them put you off. Any warnings are placed here before you start reading. :D
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"Hollow..." Sebastian drawled, his red eyes narrowing as he sat back, body ready to attack should the creature end up posing a threat to his young master. Almost as if he knew what the demon was thinking, Pluto lifted his head from his paws, having lain upon the bed next to Ichigo and let out a fierce growl. "Calm down, I will not hurt him."
"You know what a hollow is?" Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow at the older demon. "Why have I not heard about them?"
"Because, master, they are not of this world. Of this dimension to be precise," Sebastian stated, shaking his head with a twitch of his lips. "Remember, I wished to educate you on the creatures of this world first, other worlds would be taught later. Hollows are one such creature."
"Oooh, educate the pretty lil' master there, ya big bad demon," Shiro cackled. “Looks like Ichi-chan there has gotten himself a puppy too. How old is he?” the hollowfied version of Ichigo asked, gazing at the demon dog as Pluto huffed at him, laying his head back down on his paws.
“I believe that he is well into his 40’s,” Sebastian stated, gazing at the door as Ciel scowled and sent a glare at him. “Forgive me, master, for not explaining what a hollow is. They are the souls of the dead who have lost, essentially, their hearts because they stayed too long in the living world. It starts when a human dies and a chain called the Chain of Fate starts to be eaten away, which is called encroachment.
“When the chain has been completely eaten away, a mask forms and their body turns into a creature called a Hollow. There are different classes of hollows but I do not know of any hollow that looks like our guest here,” Sebastian instructed, eyes narrowing at the creature that just smirked with pale lips and stuck out his blue tongue.
“I’m a hollow, in a way. But Ichi-chan is what is known as a Vizard, otherwise known as a Shinigami with hollow powers and a hollow that is in their soul. Their hollows are more animal than anything,” Shiro explained, his odd sounding voice serious as he lost his smile. “I was created when Ichigo did somethin’ very stupid to save a friend of his back when he was 15. We fought for control for a good year before Ichigo finally just sat down with me and talked. Let me tell ya, a shinigami talking with a hollow, even one in their own soul, is not heard of. But...we came to a balance finally.”
Sebastian and Ciel both looked to the young man on the bed as he moaned in his sleep and turned onto his side, curling up against Pluto, who just laid his tail over Ichigo’s shoulders. “So young to be going through such things. I came to you, master, because your soul cried for retribution for your parents and because it had died in so many ways. But this child...he did whatever he did to gain his hollow just so he could save a friend. You do not see many people like him.”
“No, you do not,” Ciel hummed, rubbing at his mouth. “What can you tell us about him...Shirosaki?” he asked, stumbling over the odd name.
“Not much that would be of any help right now. He just turned 18, has been in an enemies hold since he was five months into his 16th year of life, he has two sisters, Karin and Yuzu, and a father, but we have no idea where they are or how they are doing. The last we heard was that they, along with many of Ichigo’s human friends, had disappeared into hidin’ on his orders,” Shirosaki stated, rubbing at his chin. “That was before he was caught and hidden away.”
“I take it that since you came here, your world is connected to this one directly?” Ciel asked, eye narrowed as his mind worked over what he was being told.
“All hollows has an instinctual ‘how to’ manual in their head, including hopping dimensions since Hueco Mundo and Soul Society are in ways their own dimensions,” Shirosaki told the two, shrugging. “Only the really powerful hollows can cut through the veils that separate full dimensions instead of the pocket dimensions that are a part of one world. Shinigami can do it too because of their psychotic scientist that poses as a taicho.”
“What in the world is a Shinigami? That is the second time I’ve heard that term, I think,” Ciel stated, making Shirosaki burst into laughter as Sebastian smiled indulgently.
“Master, shinigami is a Japanese term that refers to those known as Death Gods. In Ichigo’s world, I take it that they keep the balance of the spiritual world, much like our Grim Reapers do,” Sebastian said.
“Yep,” Shirosaki drawled, playing with his nails a bit. “They wield weapons called zanpakutos that are literally attached to their very beings. They were souls that have a lot of reiryoku, which translate to Spiritual Power. Only those with any kind of power to see the dead can see them, and Ichi-chan here was born with oodles of it. For now though, most of his power is being used to rebuild his mind and heal over a few old wounds. Remove a few…nasty memories. I have a feelin’ that his friends from Seireitei will end up coming to hunt for him when they see the twitch of my power to get us here,” he warned.
“They will have to go through a very protective demon dog to get to him, I have a feeling,” Ciel said, amusement dancing in his voice. “If not Pluto, then through us and I’m quite certain that my...friends I suppose you can call them, will be willing to help us keep them away from Ichigo as he heals. I do not think that they will be helpful in getting his sanity back.”
“If they try something, master, I’m sure that we can handle them,” Sebastian returned, smiling lightly at the gleam that sparkled in a rich blue eye.
“Ya need to take good care of ‘im,” Shirosaki informed them. “He needs time to fully heal mentally and emotionally. Me and Zan will be workin’ on recreating his memory mirrors but it will take a lot of happiness and care for the cracks to disappear. Remember, we’re also using this time to heal a few other old wounds that he has.”
“We will not let any threaten his happiness while he is here. His state of mind, what will it be like when he wakes up?” Sebastian queried.
“Like a child’s,” Shirosaki said, eyes sad. “He’ll be happy and bright, easily frightened and hurt. But it’ll get better as his sanity is rebuilt. I do suggest that you keep him away from any kind of doctor for a good long time, much less any hospital for even longer. What they would do to him would break him to a point where even me and Zan couldn’t put him back together.”
“He will not have need of a doctor. I am good enough of a healer to deal with anything that happens,” Sebastian said, the promise evident in his voice. Shirosaki gazed at him with gold eyes before nodding.
“Good. His mental capacity will return to normal somewhere between six months to a year,” the hollow said, smirking. “Until then, keep ya hands to yaself,” he warned before disappearing with a cackle.
“The perversion,” Ciel growled, narrowing his eyes as he glared at the mirror. Pluto huffed and eyed them with a wary eye before deciding that they wouldn’t do anything to his pup just yet. And if they tried, he would eat them. Or try to at least.
“Come now, master, you have to admit, despite his mental problems, he is a beautiful man, almost androgynous in his looks. But for now, our attention should be to healing his body as Shirosaki and this ‘Zan’ heals his mind. And that will include clothing,” Sebastian stated, standing up and pulling on his vest, tie and jacket, once more looking like the respectable butler he was. As he pulled on gloves, he turned to Ciel and said “I think I will go gather tea.”
“Thank you, Sebastian,” Ciel replied distractedly, watching as his surprise guest slept on, sometimes kicking out a leg, but for the most part, sleeping contentedly. “Yes, we shall protect you, young Ichigo. No need to feel anything but safe for now.”
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