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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: 26

Characters: Ichigo, Sebastian, Ganju

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: not a lot

AN: *snerks* This was fun to write. I hope that you enjoy.
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Walking through the market, Ichigo took the time to just explore, using the time away from the group to relax and settle his mind from the influx of information that they had received so far. He was also listening to whatever gossip was going on around them as Sebastian gathered up what they needed. He was walking around, checking out the various fabrics as he eyed the people that talked about what was going on.
How this low level clan was creating a link to another low level clan by a new marriage between the second daughter of the first clan and the first son of the second clan seemed to be the most talked about thing so far.
“Ichigo-san, you're looking rather thoughtful,” Sebastian drawled as he walked up to him, holding a rather full basket with various items that they needed for their stay. Ichigo hummed as he dropped a bit of cloth that was wrapped around a bolt, brown eyes sliding over the people around him.
“They all seem so...boring,” he murmured softly, eyes half lidded as he frowned slightly brushing a hand through a bit of the loose hair next to his head. “As if they don’t know anything but money and privilege, nothing of suffering despite how many pass into the life stream or into a new living life.”
“They simply do not wish to know, Ichigo-san,” Sebastian hummed, following after him as they moved to another stall, Ichigo falling into silence.
Unbeknownst to them, not two stalls away a large male was standing, brushing his hands down over his kimono top and over his head, smoothing his bandana down. Ganju’s eyes were watching the pretty little one that looked female but had decidedly masculine definition going on in his jaw and the graceful walk. He was amazed by the slow movements, each one wasn’t wasted, being used to get him to where he wanted to be, to get to where he needed to be. The man servant next to him moved the same way, making him think that they had both been trained in something or another.
His eyes traveled lower over the kimono clad back taking in the subtleties of the garb and how it seemed to fit that the one before him was so utterly content with wearing the kimono of a marriageable age clan head. Tilting his head at that thought, Ganju frowned to himself.
“Boss, what's up?” one of his people asked. Frowning some more, Ganju rubbed at his chin.
"Just thinkin' that it's kinda odd that a clan head would be unmarried, that's all," he drawled before smirking. "Though he is someone that my sister will like me bringin' home. He is from a clan, looks to be the head and looks really good. Bet he'd be fun to have in bed once you warmed him up."
The staring had been the tip off for Sebastian, making him focus on the conversation and pulling a frown to his lips. Bending down slightly, he whispered what he had heard into his young masters ear, receiving a smirk in return. The plan made him chuckle in amusement, knowing that all they would have to do was wait for the clueless boars to approach them.
Ichigo hid his smile as Ganju walked up to them, pretending to eye a rather well done piece of jewelry that he knew Elizabeth might like. Picking it up, he looked over the quality, humming when he recognized the work of his friends favorite Japanese jeweler who had died the year before. “I recognize this work,” he said to Sebastian, holding up one particular necklace. “Didn’t he die just last year? In the robbery if I remember right,” he hummed, Sebastian nodding his head.
“I believe that young Lady Elizabeth cried heavily because his daughter wasn’t quite the master he was at the time,” Sebastian said softly, shaking his head with some amusement.
Ichigo chuckled and looked slightly over his shoulder, finding that Ganju was checking his own market day kimono and trying to look good. “My family…is filled with idiots,” he stated, getting a low chuckle.
Sebastian simply smirked and moved around him, heading for the vegetable stall that he could see down a bit of the way, knowing that Ichigo would want a salad type thing to go with the fish dish. He always did, ever since he had learned that salad didn’t have to be bland or drenched in dressing like most people did. Hunting for the right vegetables, he carefully watched as Ganju came over with a smile.
“My young lord, my name is Ganju, heir of the Shiba Clan. I don’t believe that I have seen you around these markets before,” Ganju introduced himself, Ichigo putting the bracelet down with a nod to the seller.
“I might come back for that later. My friend might like it for her birthday,” he told the young woman, getting a smile from her. Leaving the stall, Ichigo hummed softly. “I’m Ichigo and that’s all you’re getting out of me,” he drawled, heading for Sebastian. “And the reason why you’ve never seen me here is because I’ve never been here.” The words were cool in tone and made Ganju’s eyebrows rise before he smiled charmingly.
“You are new to the area then?” he asked, bowing slightly and falling into step next to Ichigo. Caramel brown eyes flicked up to him before they returned to looking around, taking in the details of the world around them.
“You can say that,” Ichigo hummed, smile twitching at his lips as he stepped up next to Sebastian. “Don’t forget that Grell has a problem with leeks and Will is allergic to celery,” he warned his guardian, getting a thoughtful hum as he placed the two vegetables down, going for something else. “Sebastian, this is Ganju. Of the Shiba clan. Ganju, this is my guardian and bodyguard, Sebastian. We actually came around to pick up some dinner for the night since my partner and the rest of our friends are unpacking at the moment,” he drawled, watching Ganju’s eyes widen in realization.
“So…” Ganju drawled, blinking once before clearing his throat after opening his mouth only to squeak.
“I am taken. Happily too. It’s been building for the last two years really since I was still, technically under age, but that didn’t really matter since we were willing to wait for it,” Ichigo chirped, patting Ganju’s arm with sympathy. “Don’t worry, Ganju-san, you’ll find someone who is interested in you. But really? You should learn to read people more often. I’m not a clan head, but I am a clan heir who has to hide. I am not single and looking, but taken and happy. And my guardian is hardly a butler despite how he looks,” he said lowly, smirking softly. “Tell your sister that the last Kurosaki sends his regards. She should know what I’m talking about.”
With that said, he strolled off to a fruit stand, wanting to make something fruity for dessert. Sebastian paused before Ganju and tilted his head, red eyes gazing down at him. “Your clan’s reinstated position as a high clan is so that they can keep an eye on you. I hope that you realize that the Seireitei doesn’t like loose cannons. Or at least the ones that have the rot under their sweet faces,” he drawled.
With that warning, he moved to join his young charge, helping him choose the needed berries. “Do you think he will take the warning?” Ichigo asked as he tried a blackberry, humming in delight and choosing nearly half a pound of them.
“If he’s smart, he shall,” Sebastian stated as he looked over his shoulder to where Ganju was standing. He had a thoughtful expression on his face as his friends tried to get him to talk about what had happened. “His sister though is smart and she shall heed the warning. I have no doubt that we shall see them eventually.”
“No doubt, huh?” Ichigo teased as they paid and headed back to the house, using various tricks to lose anyone that dared to follow them. Sebastian had to only kill one idiot on the way back, making Ichigo scowl about the blood that had gotten onto his zori.
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