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: 27
Characters: Grell, Ichigo, some Ikkaku and Yumichika
Word count: 1,530
Warnings: not a lot
AN: This is pretty much an information plot chapter. Just a way to push the plot forward and break things up. And a great way to introduce a few people that need to be introduced. :D
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Perched on a roof, gazing out at the Seireitei as the wind played around him, Ichigo fiddled with the phone that they had all found in their bags. He was watching as his friends were scattering about the buildings to find out what they could while Ciel and Sebastian set up the house that he was currently standing on. When they had discovered that the Shiba family mansion and land was pretty much abandoned, they had decided to set up in the main home that they had been told had a large underground training area. Said area was where Sebastian, Ciel and Grell was sealing from anyone nosy enough to try and break into.
Humming as he gazed at the screen, Ichigo frowned and flipped the phone closed, shoving it into his pocket before dropping down onto the ground with a light grunt. Even as he walked back into the house, he knew that Orihime was with Sado and Uryu, both of the men highly protective of her, all three blending into the civilian workers that helped keep the Seireitei going. They were going to see how things were run, test the government and the waters of the people's contentment, see how they lived under the current way of living.
While those three were doing that, Grell would be with him, talking to people and trying not to trip any alarms. They had to talk with Ichigo's grandfather eventually, knowing that getting to the sou-taicho would be hard. But they also had to eventually head to other places to do a few things, such as go to where his mother had lived before becoming a human. Sighing, he walked down into the training area, feeling the wards slide over him much like warm liquid.
It kind of tingled.
“All done?” Ichigo asked as William looked up from where he was creating the paper wards that were being used as a base.
“I am. Grell will be done in a few with these wards but Sebastian and Ciel are laying a few new wards down directly into the wood,” William stated as he bent over papers, laying the power filled ink down onto the paper. “So, are you ready to go hunt down the needed information?” he asked as he lover perched next to him.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Ichigo hummed, reaching up to pull his hair free of the simple ponytail that he had stuck it up into earlier. Stealing William's bag, he dug around in it and found the brush that his lover had started to haul around for him.
William chuckled softly and finished with the last of the wards, placing them to the side as the younger male brushed out his hair. “Sometimes, I get this feeling that I'm robbing the proverbial cradle,” he said, getting an amused look from Ichigo.
“You're not,” Ichigo chuckled as he worked the knots out of his hair, Grell strolling up to them, his hands tucked into his pants pockets. “If I hadn't fallen in love with you, I would have never gotten with someone my own age. More then likely I would have landed in bed with Sebastian and Ciel.”
“What about that one boy that you got caught kissing at school?” Grell asked, taking the brush and working all of Ichigo's hair into a simple braid, starting from the top of his head and working his way down.
“Testing something,” Ichigo replied. “I discovered that I wanted a real lover that has experience instead of someone who can't kiss to save his life much less see the world that we're a part of ,” he continued, holding still as Grell worked his magic.
“And that just happens to be me?” William chuckled as he leant forward to press a kiss to full, smiling lips. Ichigo chuckled with him as he stroked one cheek of his lover's face, feeling his friend finish with the braid.
“Yep,” Ichigo hummed as he stood, feeling the braid, sending his friend a smile. “Thank you, Grell. Are you ready to go?”he asked, turning to Grell, finding him brushing off his trousers. He eyed the red head before eyeing his lover up, finding them both in their usual uniforms that they wore during Grim Reaper business. “It's a good thing that you're staying here, lover.”
“And just why is that?” William asked, standing once he had put things away into his bag.
“I would get nothing done,” was the self deprecated response, Ichigo shaking his head with a smile on his lips. “Okay, we need to head on out and do our thing. William, will you three be fine?” he asked.
“We will be. You and your friends know how to call for us should we need to come help you,” William said, stealing another kiss from his lover and pressing their foreheads together. Ichigo smiled softly and nodded. “Have you said your goodbyes?”
“Yeah, I have. I just had to come get my bag and Grell so we can go do our first job,” Ichigo hummed. Pressing a kiss to William's lips once more, he pulled away and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before readjusting Zangetsu across his back with a smile on his lips once more. “Alright, Grell, lets head to the daireishokairo and start looking for our needed information.”
“What is it with these people and huge ass words for something simple like an archival library?” Grell grumbled as he followed after his friend, the two leaving the house and out onto the roof tops, the two sticking to the shadows. They often shared looks about the laughable security as they ran, dodging even the Onmitsukido, the hidden jewel of the Seireitei. “That was pathetically easy,” he complained once they were in the Great Archive, and behind the wards and locked doors.
Ichigo snorted and pulled his backpack off of his back, digging around in it with a smile. “It was. But then again, Urahara had warned us that it seems as if the Seireitei has become lax with their security,: he stated, finding his phone and camera. Flipping it open, he found the text that came from Urahara and followed the instructions to find the files that the man had hidden before he had been banished. His father had also hidden away information but most of that was hidden away in the Shiba clan library at the mansion.
Ichigo and Grell didn't envy Sebastian that job.
“Come on, let's get this shit,” Grell grumped, looking at Ichigo's phone before starting to hunt down the scrolls that had been hidden away. “Yoruichi hid some of her shit here too didn't she?” he asked as he looked over each scroll before dismissing it.
“Yeah, but those are actually hidden in Yamamoto's personal library surprisingly enough,” Ichigo hummed. The two found the first two scrolls and stuck them into their bags before moving to the next section to find a book that they needed. “We'll get those once we see him but for now, we need to find all of Urahara's shit and get back to the house to drop it off. I'm just glad that he was smart enough to hide it here instead of in the Twelth.”
“Oh yeah. I have no doubt that insane clown had it locked down hard,” Grell snorted, shaking his head with a growl, finding the book and grunting as he pulled it off. Shoving it into his backpack, he looked over to Ichigo, finding him using his large camera to take pictures of a scroll he had unrolled. “Where the fuck did you hide that thing in your bag?” he hissed.
“In a side pocket of my bag. It comes apart and lets me put it away into the bag just fine, especially since it is like the training room at the Shoten. I have a net book too so I can shift the pics over to it. I had a feeling that we would find things to be useful but that we couldn't take,” he explained, rolling up the scroll and putting it away again, doing the same with another scroll.
Grell eyed him before smirking. “Got another camera?” he asked. Ichigo chuckled softly and pulled out the pieces of another camera, putting it together for his friend. After an exchange of memory card cases, they worked their way through the archive, taking pictures of certain scrolls and finding what they needed. As the sun started to peek over the horizon, they headed back to the mansion, only one person seeing them flit back to their home base. Violet eyes narrowed as a frown tugged at his lips as he crossed his arms and twitched his hips to the side.
“Hey, Yumi! Come on! Torturing the recruits can't wait that long!” Ikkaku called out, frowning at his friend.
“Yeah, coming,” Yumichika called back, brushing off what he had seen to think about after the daily training. It wasn't often that you saw those shades of red hair often around there after all.
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