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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: 26

Chapter title: Revelations of a Family

Characters: Renji, Grell, Ichigo, Urahara, William, Isshin

Word Count: 1,821

AN: I’m tired, I have a slight headache going on but that’s mostly stress, but I have headache medicine and I shall be good. *nods*
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Knocking on the bedroom door that Renji was staying in, Grell looked to William before taking a deep breath and smoothing down his dress. “Yeah?” Renji asked as he opened the door and blinked at the two that stood before him. Grell made a soft sound at the sight of unbound red locks spilling over strong shoulders and brown-red eyes staring at them in surprise. “You’re...Grell and you’re William, right?”
“Yes, that’s right. We were wondering if we could speak with you about something rather important,” William said, all three looking down the hall as a door opened and Ichigo walked out, smiling sweetly as he tugged his dress sleeves back into place. “Have fun?” he asked.
“Quite,” Ichigo chuckled and left the hallway, passing by his father who looked a little more than singed. “Be glad that you can still get laid,” were the purred words, making Isshin whimper and run for the room that he was sharing with his friend and lover.
Renji shook his head and smiled slightly. “He’s gotten better at getting his revenge without just kicking whoever it was that pissed him off around,” he said, turning back to the couple. “You said that you needed to speak with me? How about you come on in? Apparently my room has a sitting room we can use for some privacy.” Stepping back from the doorway, he let the two men in and closed the door behind them before moving towards the sitting room, waving a hand as he picked up a teapot that he had. “Tea? I mean, it’s not the stuff you guys are probably used to but it’s this or sake at the moment.”
“Tea is fine, Renji, thank you,” Grell said, smiling as he watched the child that he had thought dead pour three cups of the fragrant drink. “Renji, what do you remember of your childhood?” he asked as he took his tea cup and smiled at the other red headed man.
“Uh...not a whole lot beyond a point actually. I know that I ended up in Soul Society when I was a baby and adopted by a family, but they disappeared when I was something like 4 or the physical age of,” Renji admitted, sitting down as he crossed his legs. “Much of my life during that time is a lot of blurs and happiness but after that I was a street rat, met some people and then met Rukia. After we lost our friends, we ended up going to the Academy to become Shinigami and get off the streets for good,” he continued, rubbing at the back of his head.
“I see,” William hummed, putting down his tea cup and leaning forward, eyes dark as he stared at Renji. “Renji, have you ever been told your power reads differently than that of your fellow shinigami?” he asked, brown-red eyes blinking at him as Renji tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, the taicho of the Fourth division, the healers division, Unohana told me that my power has a flavor that is slightly off sometimes, but otherwise it’s pretty normal,” he replied, shrugging. “Why?”
William and Grell shared a look before the younger male took a deep breath and rubbed at his stomach. “Renji, the reason why we are asking you these things is because we believe that you are our child, a child we believed dead but was just taken away,” he said, watching Renji rear back with wide eyes. “Before you get angry or go off the handle, let us explain what happened. It was about 238 years ago when I found myself pregnant with a child, surprising not only me but William. We didn’t know that our power and bodies were so very compatible and that we were able to support a child.”
“When we told our then head, he wasn’t happy but he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it since children are heavily protected and cared for, especially new soul children,” William took up as Grell sat back and rubbed at his stomach with a frown. “When Grell had our son, we didn’t notice when our head appeared and disappeared with him. When we asked, we were told that our son was with a doctor and later that something had happened and he was dead.”
“Which isn’t true apparently,” Grell snarled, once more wanting to strangle the man who had taken their child away with his own braid.
“How do you know it’s me?” Renji asked, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together, shaking a bit as he stared at the two.
William smiled and said, “You have the eyes of the man that was my father during my living life. His eyes bordered on red sometimes.” Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his hands together and cracked his neck. “Your hair color is a lot like Grell’s once was when he was younger. His hair has lightened a bit due to his time out in the sun now days,” he continued, Renji nodding his head. “We could ask your friends, Isshin and Urahara correct? One is a doctor and the other a scientist, and I’m sure that Undertaker will be willing to help them to give proof that we are family if you wish.”
Renji sighed and sat back, rubbing at his face as he thought over things. He knew that Urahara could whip something up with the help of the ex-Grim Reaper and that Isshin could watch over everything and do anything medical but he was afraid of learning the truth. What if they weren’t his parents? It would not only devastate them again but also crush the very fragile hope that was blooming in his heart. “Alright, let’s talk with Isshin and Urahara,” he finally said, nodding his head. “I want to know if I was abandoned by that guy or not.”
Grell beamed and bounced in his seat, clapping his hands. “Wonderful! I wonder if Isshin knows something for morning sickness. Losing my breakfast right after I eat it is not a happy time for me,” he hummed, Renji chuckled as he stood up and nodding as William helped Grell up from his seat. The three left Renji’s room and headed down to where they could hear Urahara and Isshin talking in their room, making them smile at the soft complaints about evil, beautiful children.
Renji snickered softly and knocked on the door before opening it, eyebrow cocking at the sight of Urahara getting patched up by an amused Isshin, both men in a new outfit. “Got some time to do something for us?” he asked, stepping into the room and letting William and Grell follow him.
“Of course, Renji-san. Please, sit. I’m just finishing with what my dear child did to Urahara here,” Isshin chuckled, wiping off some cream that he had put down onto a series of bruises, having added a bit of healing kido to them and turning them into fading yellows instead of the dark colors as they raised. “My child has a wicked mind and used those heels of his to good use,” he snickered, standing up and washing his hands in a basin.
“You’re a doctor right?” Grell asked as he sat down, Urahara pulling on a shirt with a slight wince and sat down.
“Yes, I am,” Isshin chuckled as he dried his hands and took a seat near the family unit, crossing his legs.
“Do you know something for morning sickness? I am tired of not being able to keep anything down,” Grell whined, eyes wide as he clasped his hands under his chin and gave Isshin a pleading look. Isshin just gave him a wide eyed look before bursting into laughter and nodding his head.
“Yes, of course. I believe that I saw some catnip growing in the garden. Turn some into a nice tea along with some peppermint, possibly a bit of honey to sweeten, but not too much. My wife loved the stuff for the first several months of both of her pregnancies, more so when she was carrying our twins,” he chuckled, his laughter calming down as he rubbed at his chest.
“Twins?” Grell asked, blinking and sighing softly at the thought of two babies. Isshin smirked and nodded.
“Yeah. Yuzu and Karin, Karin being the oldest and tougher of them, while Yuzu took after their mother in looks and in temperament,” Isshin hummed, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. “Ichigo surprisingly takes after my mother in color while he’s just a man all in himself. Now, I’m sure that’s not the only reason as to why you are here. What brings you here?” he asked.
“Well, we were wondering if Urahara-san will be willing to help us, actually,” Renji stated, shifting on his feet. “We need to know if we’re blood family or not.”
“So very blunt, Abarai-san,” Urahara chuckled as he dug around in a bag that Renji didn’t remember having seen but feeling that the man had hidden it in that pocket of his.
“It’s no use beating around the bush with you,” Renji snorted, smirking at him and shaking his head. “Anyways, can you do it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course I can,” Urahara chirped, pulling out an odd looking machine from the bag and smiling brightly. “I just need a small dark blue soul stone to help power this thing and then I need blood from all three of you.”
“I’ll go see Undertaker and get one,” William said, standing up when Urahara pulled out a set of needles and tubes with a smile.
“Do hurry back, William-san,” Urahara chirped, making the black haired man nearly run for the door. After they had gathered the soul stone, the others that wondered if Renji was really Grell’s and William’s lost love child, and blood, the tests didn’t take too long to do, the blood being fed to the machine along with a taste of the three men’s power.
Once the results had printed out, Isshin read over it before beaming and saying, “Congratulations! It’s a full grown baby boy with a psycho for a lover and a pink haired terror for an adoptive daughter!” Renji groaned and buried his face into his hands, shaking his head.
“Yeah, like I wanted them to learn that like that, Isshin-san,” Renji groaned, Grell squealing and starting to babble about his baby boy being molested. “He doesn’t do anything that I don’t want him to do,” he assured the other red head.
“Is that why a few times you were limping so badly that you had to use the healing springs before you could spar with me?” Ichigo asked innocently, smirking as he set off another squealing and babbling round from Grell as he stroked Renji’s hair, holding him close. Everyone chuckled lightly as they watched what was going on with great amusement.
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