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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: 27

Chapter title: Time to Go Back

Characters: Various

Word Count: 1,745

AN: I…am tired. Again. Physical therapy started and people in the house…yeah.
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It took a month for everything to be ready for their return to Ichigo’s original dimension. During that time, Tanaka was placed in charge of running the factories and stores, the household was told to keep things running well and Ichigo trained with either Renji, Urahara, Isshin or Sebastian. Ciel had asked formal permission to marry Ichigo, dodging out of the line of attack when the over exuberant man had tried to jump on him. Ichigo had also gotten a new outfit for when he fought, something that reminded him of a cross between a kimono and a cheongsam.
The neck was high and buttons ran down the front of it before meeting an obi that he was able to hide a kaiken blade that his father had surprised him with. Isshin had said that since he was essentially married, he might as well carry a blade like a warrior’s wife. The man had ended up smacked with the sheathed blade before Ichigo had smiled at the red of the sheath and hilt that was laced with blue, knowing that it had been his mother’s at one time.
The rest of his outfit included a pair of simple, tight pants that let him move under the bottom half of his outfit, the skirt part splitting into three parts. The sides split up to where his obi sat while the front split like a normal kimono. The shoes that he wore with the outfit came from Soi-Fon, being one of the specialty shoes that her and her people wore due to their ability to flex and move. All around, he looked like a proper ‘lady’ even when he needed to fight.
During the month of training, he learnt that the slow unfurling of his power helped him learn how to hide it, manipulate it for kido and to best use it when fighting. He also learned how to wield Zangetsu much like Shiro did but with a bit more finesse due to his fencing lessons.
Surprising everyone, he didn’t just train but entertained the ladies of London society with a few tea times with the help of Elizabeth, and the news of his engagement to Ciel Phantomhive spread like wildfire when one of the ladies spotted the Phantomhive ring on his finger. He had told them that it would do until the smaller one that was being created for him came in, seeing as his mother’s had been buried with her, at least what little had been found.
Staring into his mirror, making sure that the bun that held his hair back was held in place, Ichigo smiled softly as he gazed at the ring that sat on his finger, amazed that not only had he gained two mates who treated him like their most precious thing but he would actually get married. And have children too. Biting his bottom lip, he turned back to his mirror as Ciel fixed his necktie, watching him with a soft look. Sebastian had already left ahead of them, making sure that everything that they would need while there was ready to leave through the now permanent dimensional door that Urahara and Undertaker had created.
Ciel shook his head in memory at the thought of those two working so damn close to each other.
“Stop thinking about those two, Ciel. You’ll give yourself a headache,” Ichigo chuckled as he made sure that his arm covers sat properly on his arms. They came down from his elbows to his wrist before converging to one point on either side of his hand, a loop holding it in place around his middle finger.
“Personal experience?” Ciel asked, walking over to press a kiss to the back of Ichigo’s neck before running his eye over his mate’s chosen outfit.
It was a rich, dark red and black, a common theme with his lover it seemed. The front panel that was shaped to give him the illusion of curves was a soft, shiny black. The top half was smooth while the bottom half looked as if it was a skirt that had elastic around the waist, falling to the floor in a slightly ruffled way. The rest of the dress, namely the arms, shoulders, back, and sides were the dark red, covered with delicate black vines and flowers all over it. Where the black met red, at the end of the sleeves and along the hem was black ruffled fabric overlaid with black lace.
It looked good on his mate and he wondered if he could get away with messing his lover up from his pristine condition.
“Yes and don’t even think about it, Ciel Phantomhive. I am not going to Soul Society looking freshly taken,” Ichigo stated, warning clear in his tone, making Ciel pout slightly as he pulled on his overcoat.

“Very well, I shall behave,” Ciel chuckled, leaning down when Ichigo motioned for him to do so, smiling at the kiss pressed to his cheek. “Come, I’m sure everyone is ready to leave and are waiting for us.”
Sighing, Ichigo nodded his head and left the room with one last glance, knowing that it could be a while before they came back to it. Heading down to the small basement room that had been turned into a large training area, he smirked at the gathered people and took his simple ladies hat and fan from Sebastian before saying, “Well, let’s go shock and awe some people. I have things to do, demons to tease, a wanna be god to destroy.”
“My baby boy...all grown up!” Isshin cried, bursting into tears and holding onto Urahara’s shoulder as Renji groaned and scooted to the other side of his mother, trying to get away from the insane man.
“Come on, I want my lover. Kensei got lucky and got to go back every couple of days. I was stuck here,” Renji grunted. Grell beamed up at him and patted his shoulder.
“I’m sure that your Kenpachi will be quite happy to see you again,” Grell chirped. After the initial freak out over the fact that Renji was dating a man who loved to fight but was still strong enough to be a taicho, he had freaked out over being a ‘grandmother’. After that...well he had started planning on how to spoil his little blood thirsty granddaughter and on how to make her a lady even when she was ripping a hollow’s mask off to beat it with it.
“Yeah,” Renji said, blushing and smiling as he adjusted Zabimaru on his hip, shifting on his feet as Urahara pulled open the door, exposing the portal that would take them straight to the Seireitei, where everyone was waiting for them.
Isshin smirked and allowed Urahara and Renji to step through first, followed quickly by the happy Pluto, the demon dog not wanting to let his pup go anywhere without him. Grell smiled and took William’s arm, the couple stepping through with Isshin, the man wearing his shihakusho, taicho’s haori wrapped around his arm. Ichigo hummed softly and took Ciel’s and Sebastian’s arms, following after everyone, the doors closing behind them.
Stepping out onto the hill that he remembered so well from when he had saved Rukia, Ichigo smiled and squeezed the arms under his hands, eyes catching Grell stalking up to Kenpachi with a serious expression on his face. “Oh, this shall be good,” Ichigo sighed, eyes sparkling brightly.
“Hey! Hey you! Yes, you with the eyepatch,” Grell called out, the people standing around Kenpachi scrambling out of the way, not wanting to get in the way of the small male. “Are you Kenpachi Zakari?” he asked, standing before Kenpachi, hands on hips and head tipped back to look at the big man.
“What if I am?” Kenpachi grunted, shifting on his feet, already knowing that he couldn’t touch the pretty little male before him, not if the bump in his dress was any indication. Renji would gut him for daring to hurt a pregnant person, male or not.
Grell hummed and ran his eyes over the taller male from the top of his bells down to his feet before stalking around him, taking in all details before once more coming to stand before Kenpachi. He gazed up at the man with a continuing serious expression. “You...” he trailed off before bursting into a sharp toothed smile, “are absolutely perfect for my precious little boy!”
“Little boy?” Kenpachi choked as Renji walked up with a sheepish laugh. “What does he mean by little boy?”
“Apparently he’s my mother and William is my dad,” Renji explained as he pointed to the other Grim Reaper that was walking up to him. “I was dropped into the districts just after I was born and when I went to their dimension well they figured out that I was their kid. So...yeah, meet the in-laws,” he chuckled, watching his lover twitch.
Yachiru finally popped up on Kenpachi’s shoulder before squealing happily at the thought of having grandparents. “Does this mean I’ll get presents?” she asked, dropping to the ground and bouncing before Renji who bent over and picked her up with a groan.
“Do not beg for presents, Yachiru, you know better,” Renji stated, shaking his head with an amused look.
“Oh, I will be giving her presents, but I’ll also be teaching her how to be a lady,” Grell stated, smiling sweetly as his eyes flared with bloodlust. “After all, one can be bloodthirsty but still be a lady.”
“As proven by you, Grell-chan?” Ichigo drawled as he walked up closer to the standing people, all of them gaping at him in surprise. “A lady, if you will, and you went on a spree of killing. Such a naughty little Grim Reaper.”
“Who? Me?” Grell asked, his supposedly innocent smile holding a bit of madness. “I have nothing on you and what you plan on doing to this Aizen guy.”
“I have my plans for him. No need to ruin them,” Ichigo said, smiling softly as he turned to the group. “Hello, everyone. It’s good to be back.” More than one person twitched as several minds broke at the fact that the once androgynous male was now looking like an exceptionally beautiful female. More than one mind mourned the fact that it looked as if Ichigo was off the market, if the ring glinting on his ring finger and the two males standing close to him was anything to go on.
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