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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: 23

Characters: Ryuuken, Uryu, Ichigo

Word count: 1881

Warnings: more talking about abusive pasts

AN: I am tired. *nods* My leg is still very much burnt right now but I'm getting better. Slowly. I hope all is well.

Mind you, there is plans for things to be fixed in the second arc of this story. So you'll see it then.

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Ichigo was perched on the railing before his families graves, eyes tracing over the names of his mother and father, his sisters, remembering that day. It felt like another lifetime ago to him even though only three years had really past between the time of his father and sisters murders. Still, he felt so far removed from the angry child he had been now that he had had time to grow and mourn without being the strong one for once.
Ryuuken was sitting nearby on a bench, watching his cousin as he stared at the graves. His gray eyes could see just how grown the young man was at the moment but there was still a sweetness there that was evident in every movement. It broke his heart to see so much of the cousin that he had once been engaged to but healed it in the same move.
Sighing quietly, the Quincy stood up and walked over to his cousin, leaning against the railing and taking in the names alongside him. “You know that this is going to be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do right?” he asked softly, Ichigo nodding his head.
“Yeah, it’s going to be a bitch convincing people that this Aizen guy is behind everything, at least if he is. We're pretty sure he is...but... He’s had them wrapped around his little finger for decades before I was even born so I don’t expect them to believe me before I’m able to trip this killer up and get him to make a mistake,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair before shaking his head.
“You’ll be able to do it,” Ryuuken assured his younger cousin, nudging shoulders with the young man.
“It kind of sucks that you can’t come with us,” Ichigo hummed, tilting his head towards Ryuuken, eyebrows furrowing. “Why is that? You haven’t given me a straight answer, Ryuuken, since I first asked you,” he stated, seeing the look that told him that the other wasn’t about to answer him again.
Ryuuken sighed softly and rubbed at his face, nodding his head. “Yes, I do suppose I owe you a proper answer, don’t I?” he asked, getting a look that told him that he did indeed owe his younger cousin an answer. “Alright, alright. Stop glaring at me like that.” Taking a moment, he rubbed at his shoulder before fixing his tie, trying to figure out what to say. “As you well know, me and Uryu don’t get along all that well.”
“That’s the understatement of the year. He glares at you like you killed his puppy in the most brutal manner before pissing on him,” Ichigo snorted, Ryuuken giving him a humorless smile in return.
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t remember how my father and I reacted to each other in his presence,” Ryuuken sighed, rubbing at his hair once more before shaking his head in disgust. “I made sure that I kept those interactions and fights out of his sight and out of his hearing,” he continued, snarling silently.
“I keep hearing about him and I know that he was my grandfather on mom’s side…or something like that,” Ichigo hummed, Ryuuken smiling slightly at him at the rather bored tone of voice.
“Something like that,” he chuckled softly, once more bumping shoulders with Ichigo. Over the last few days he had built a relationship with his cousin and found it rather pleasant for the both of them. “He was a hard man behind closed doors, at least when it came to me.” He paused and took a deep breath. “To the rest of the world, he was a gentle wise man who doted upon his child. But in truth, he would drive me to train whenever I had time. I barely had time to sleep much less eat at first before I actually fainted in class one day. Then my teachers threw a fit and told him that if he allowed me to miss any more rest and food they would have problems with him.”
“He backed off slightly, didn’t he? But not enough to make a real difference for you. Am I right?” Ichigo asked, voice cold.
Ryuuken nodded his head, blinking when his cousin curled his arm around his own and squeezed in comfort. “Yeah. I ate more and slept more but only a few hours and only a bit more for a long time. The training…I doubt you could really call it training the way he came at me while teaching me. He would show me something or tell me something, and then expect me to either practice it or remember it until I could do it or recite it perfectly.”
“Sounds more like it was abuse and not training,” Ichigo growled, making a note that if he ever found Souken he would punch the bastard.
Ryuuken could hear the violence in Ichigo’s voice and chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his cousin’s head, knowing that the other cared for him enough to want to hurt someone badly. Even if it was another family member. “Yeah. It was, at least so I figured after I left and had the chance to really delve into what abuse was and what constituted as such. His training was the borderline of actual training as I discovered, but I learned the lessons. Even though they’ve left quite a few scars.”
Ichigo tilted his head to the side. “Emotional, physical or mental?” he asked quietly, worried about the answer.
“I’ll just say option D for now,” Ryuuken sighed, rubbing at his face and shaking his head once more, trying to shake loose the thoughts that were trying to lodge in his mind. “I don’t know. It’s just…I promised myself that when I had a child I would never treat them like my father treated me. Like some kind of dispensable tool to be trained into a perfect weapon and then disposed of if they don’t please me.” He stopped and twitched, rolling his shoulders as he growled lowly. “My father was never proud of me, never a true parent to me but he doted upon Uryu like he never did with me.”
“It hurt you. Cut you deeper than your father’s coldness and seeming disappointment ever did,” Ichigo guessed. He had learned a thing or two about reading people from his lover and Sebastian, and while reading his cousin was a bit difficult, it wasn’t impossible.
Ryuuken nodded his head. “Yeah, it did. It was almost as if from the very moment that I was born, I was made to disappoint him and nothing I ever did would ever make him happy.”
“He was just a bastard and I’m glad that I’ve never met him. I have a feeling that I would have shoved my fist into his face the first time he talked to me,” Ichigo snorted, giving Ryuuken a smirk as he slid off of the railing. “Do you think he’s why mom stopped talking with you when she did?” he asked curiously.
Ryuuken nodded his head with a heavy frown upon his lips. “I’ve been thinking about that and he is the only reason I can think of her stopping talking to me. She always did act coolly towards him when they saw each other, which was rather odd when he was pulling out his wise man act,” he said, rubbing at his face again. “It seems that I just never really thought about it before now but now that I am…”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it?” Ichigo hummed, leaning into his cousin.
“Yeah, in a rather obvious way now that I think about it,” Ryuuken chuckled, the sound rather dark as he shifted and wrapped his arm around Ichigo’s waist instead of just resting it against his cousin. “But I don’t know what I’m going to say to Uryu. After so many years of being distant from each other, I don’t know what to tell him,” he admitted, eyes drawn to Masaki’s grave. “She’d probably just smack me upside the head and tell me to say it all.”
“Want me to do it for her?” Ichigo asked, jumping away when Ryuuken went to poke him in the side, laughing softly before he spotted a shell shocked Uryu standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand. “Or he could have come for a visit and heard us talking,” he said slowly, ready to leave when it was needed. He had a feeling that he would need to be leaving very soon.
“Is what you said true?” Uryu asked, eyes wide as he stared at his father. Ichigo patted Ryuuken on the shoulder and left the two to either duke it out or talk it out. Ryuuken glared after his cousin as he made a quick escape.
“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath before turning to his son and sighing once more. “It seems I’m sighing quite a bit today but yes, it’s true. Your grandfather, as much as he loved you and doted upon you, hated me. Hated my very existence so it seemed some days.”
“And the scars?” he asked, pulling himself straight as Ryuuken once more sighed. “And you are sighing a lot.”
“So I noticed. But yes, I have the physical scars on my body along with the scars left by hollows, few as those are, along with the mental and emotional ones,” Ryuuken stated, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes, sticking it into his mouth. Lighting it, he drew a slow drag into his lungs before letting it flow out once more, flicking at the end with his thumb. “He was abusive to me and loving to you, which made me hurt in ways that no man should ever feel.”
“Is that why you didn’t like me being with him? Or training my powers with him?” Uryu asked, eyes wide.
Ryuuken rolled his shoulders. “Partly, but also because he was teaching you all about how you were to act as an Echt Quincy. A pureblood,” he said, snarling softly. “For such a so called kind and generous man, he was all about the pure blood of our family. He hated the fact that I had married your mother, her father not a Quincy. He had set it up for me to marry Ichigo’s mother originally but she disappeared the moment that she could.”
“She left with her parents, wasn’t it?” Uryu asked, leaning against the railing as his world was being turned upside down.
“Yes. My aunt and uncle, your great-aunt and great-uncle to be precise. Uryu, I loved you but I was not going to allow my love to blind me to anything, including the fact that Souken was a liar and manipulator of great ability,” he said, settling in to get down to the details of his own childhood with his child and why he had drawn away all those years ago.
After it had all been said and done, Ryuuken had tears on his cheek and Uryu was pressed close to him, holding the other close as he cleansed his soul of the pain.
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