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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: 29

Chapter title: Revelations

Characters: Ulquiorra, Harribel, Szayel, Aizen, Grimmjow, Stark

Word Count: 1,873

AN: I am in so much pain but I am posting this. Yesterday and the day before? I slept. I slept lots.

Review: Anon: Thank you so much for your review and I'm glad that you're enjoying the story. It gets better for the Ichigo and Aizen does die a painful death. And yes, he's very lucky to have them now.

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“Is he back?” The silky smooth voice filled the air around them as Szayel nodded his head, bowing before Aizen.
“Yes, Aizen-sama. He has arrived back in Soul Society with others. Aizen-sama...there is something new about him,” Szayel said, eyebrows furrowing together as everyone there looked to him.
“Oh? How so?” Aizen asked as he sat back in his throne. Grimmjow, Harribel, Stark and Ulquiorra all shared looks between them before returning their attention back to the pink haired scientist.
“I was able to get pictures of him, so you can see what I mean,” Szayel replied, moving to a machine and flipping it on, pictures popping up on one stark white wall. Standing before them was Ichigo, in his current dress and fussing his gloves back into place. The intakes of breaths were loud in the quiet as Gin explained the picture to Tousen in hushed words. “As you can see, he is dressed as a woman. The style is not modern, from what my research has found but rather that worn by Victorian ladies of that time.”
“I see,” Aizen purred, brown eyes glowing as he took in the delicate beauty of Ichigo. He had known the young man was beautiful but just how beautiful had been marred by the scowling that the young man had done for so long. But in the picture, he was smiling faintly, eyes half lidded and amusement radiating from them. He looked happy, content with life, and self confident with how life was treating him.
It sent a bit of lust curling through Aizen at the thought of staining that sweetness.
The Espada were staring at the pictures as they worked through them, finding one where Ichigo was in a fighting outfit, hair pulled back into a high bun with kanzashi in the bun and looking as if he was about to go out for a spar with the man in what Szayel stated was the usual uniform for a butler. There were a few more of Ichigo with the man, foils in hand as they fenced.
“It seems that our dear Ichigo has been busy for the last 10 months,” Aizen mused, resting his cheek onto the back of his fingers, eyes taking in the visual beauty of the young shinigami that had escaped from his clutches. He still was unable to figure out just who had helped him get away, his most trusted Espada, Ulquiorra, unable to figure out and tell him who had done so. “Do you have any information on the new people?” he asked, noting the four that seemed to always be with Ichigo in someway or another.
“Ah, from what I can gather, two are demons and two are Grim Reapers, all four from a side dimension that apparently restarted and is now in it’s Victorian Age,” Szayel stated, looking quickly through his notes. “Names are, as best I can guess from the little recordings that I was able to get before my little trinkets were discovered, are Ciel and Sebastian for the demons and Grell and William for the Grim Reapers. And a large demon dog named Pluto is there to. He seems to follow Ichigo or the little pink haired brat around most often.”
“Find out if you can not discover more information about them,” Aizen stated, getting a nod and a bow before he waved off his scientist. “Ulquiorra, I want you to take someone with you and go see if you can’t see if you can’t find Isshin’s trail again. I know that you had it before it disappeared, so try again seeing as they are back now,” he instructed, Ulquiorra bowing before moving to the side. “The rest of you, continue to train and prepare for the war to come. We have much to do and little time to do it,” he continued, sliding out of his chair and landing on his feet lightly.
The group watched as Aizen, Tousen and Gin all left before the other Espada started to trickle out, Harribel nodding to her three companions before leaving for her own rooms, Stark, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow following after her. Closing the door behind him, Grimmjow nodded his head at Apacci, Mila Rose and Sung-Sun before flopping down onto a floor pillow as the other three Espada took their own seats.
“Sometimes I’m glad that Aizen got rid of my Fraccion and then other times I’m not so happy at having that decision taken from me,” Grimmjow muttered, sighing lowly.
“You’re lucky that it was only Urahara and that Renji guy who kicked their asses around and destroyed them instead of anyone else,” Mila Rose snorted as she served tea to the group. She didn’t really like the males but as they had gotten to know them, the three Fraccion had discovered that they were nice men that needed to hide who they were in an attempt to save themselves.
Just like everyone else did in the world they lived in.
“Yeah, quick easy deaths instead of something long and drawn out,” Grimmjow grumped, nodding his head to Mila Rose, eyeing her arm. “How’s that wound comin’? I need to get more of that one herb?”
Mila Rose smirked and patted the wound that she had gotten taking care of some low level hollow that had landed a lucky hit. “I’m good, Grimmjow-san. The plant that you brought back is flourishing well under Sung-Sun’s care,” she promised. Grimmjow nodded and sighed as Stark grunted and leant back.
“So who are you taking with you, Ulquiorra-san?” Stark asked, running a hand through his hair as he gazed at his...friend he supposed he could call his fellow Espada.
“I think I will need to take Grimmjow with me,” Ulquiorra said, nodding his head to Mila Rose and the other girls as he took the tea cup.
“Can’t,” Grimmjow sighed, rubbing at his head. “I’m about to hit my need here soon so I need to hole up in our rooms,” he admitted, Ulquiorra making an understanding noise.
“That means Stark can not come with either,” Ulquiorra mused before looking to Harribel. “Are you free?”
“Yes, I am. Mila Rose and Sung-Sun are going into their own needs but Apachi should help entertain them until we get back,” Harribel stated, her girls sitting down with their own teas. Aizen may thought that he had utter control of his Espada but they had broken through the binds on their minds and powers during the time taking care of Ichigo and when they had found mates. The ex-Shinigami didn’t know much about Hollow matings, everyone liking that fact and keeping it like that. Even Szayel had kept quiet about how a mating worked, knowing that one day that he would find his own mate and didn’t want the man to get in the way of it.
Harribel was only truly mated to her Sung-Sun but the four were lovers, willing to share and be shared amongst them, knowing that when they were ready they had their choice of males to have children but happy to be with each other. They had gotten together after Ichigo had been with them for a week, his words of finding love where you could without restraining or being restrained having struck something in them.
Grimmjow, Stark and Ulquiorra had taken longer to come together as a triad, mostly because Ulquiorra and Grimmjow just couldn’t allow themselves to be seen as weak by the other male and Stark hadn’t really thought about it until Ichigo had mentioned that the other two watched him with shy eyes when he wasn’t looking. After that, it had taken a bit of prodding on Ichigo’s side, dropping hints here and there before flat out telling Grimmjow and Ulquiorra to go fuck in a closet when they started to fight when with him.
Surprisingly they had gone to fuck in a closet, coming back to find him reading something in his cell like bedroom on a cushion as Stark lounged and leered at them. It didn’t take long after that before they were officially mates, hiding their marks with care from Aizen and Tosen, knowing that Gin wouldn’t tell. The man had his own secrets that he didn’t want Aizen to find out after all.
“Very well. We shall go in a day. Gather a suppressor while there and tell Aizen that we don’t want to tip people off should he ask,” Ulquiorra stated, looking at his blue haired mate with knowing green eyes as the cat squirmed. “Go lock yourself up with Stark already.”
“Yep, I’m gone,” Grimmjow said, standing up, grabbing Starks hand and hauling his second mate out of the room, Ulquiorra shaking his head with an amused smile on his lips.
“For now, are you planning on children after the war?” he asked, looking to Harribel.
“We are. But first we must get to Ichigo-san and speak with him about what he is going to do now that he is back. I also want to check on the pup,” she said, putting her teacup down.
“I’m sure that he’s fine,” Apachi stated from her lounging spot, legs crossed and twitching back and forth slightly. “But I am worried about those demons being around him. Who know’s what they’re doing to him.”
“I think they have claimed him as their own. In one of the pictures in his new fighting outfit, the collar had slipped and shown a particular bite mark,” Ulquiorra stated, smirking into his tea as he got wide eyes from the four women. It wasn’t often he could surprise them and it felt good every time. “Both of the demons. Only two would be able to keep up with him in all aspects of life,” he chuckled, Mila Rose shaking her head, rich brown hair falling down around her breasts.
“Man. They better be taking good care of him. Cause if they aren’t...” she said, smirking with a vicious pleasure.
“I’m sure they are. The pictures showed that they were very protective of the young man and even seem to love him if some of the pictures were true. Though I believe they know that they were being watched so kept most of their gestures hidden, but a few slipped past,” Ulquiorra said, settling in with a smile.
“I thought I was seeing things,” Harribel hummed before smiling herself and shaking her head. “As long as he is happy I will not complain about the two of them being with him,” she finally said before looking to Ulquiorra. “Let us plan our trip to the Living World and how to lay our path’s down.”
“Yes, let’s,” he replied, nodding his head. They planned long into the evening before Ulquiorra headed back to the room that he shared with his mates and was pulled into their bed to relax before sleeping. The next morning, the two Espada left for the Living world, Aizen watching with a bland face before sending Gin after them to watch them.
He never knew that was the first step of his undoing.
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