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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: 28

Characters: Yumichika, Renji, Rukia, Ikkaku, Iba, Kira,

Word count: 1,702

Warnings: not a lot

AN: I am in pain. A lot of fucking pain. I have a tens unit on and am working the muscles of my shoulder but I'm having a very hard time lifting my shoulder up. Much less anything else. *sighs* Anyways, I come to you with this chapter and hope you enjoy.
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Staring at his sake dish, Yumichika frowned heavily as the liquid rippled in his sake dish. He was thinking about what he had seen earlier as the sun had started to lighten the sky. The flash of blood and fire red hair in the lightening sky had been enough to perk his attention, making him curious about it. At least curious enough to ignore the fact that Rukia had been dragged along by Renji to a night out despite the fact that she was a Kukichi and therefore was supposed to be above such low brow bars.
But she seemed to be enjoying herself, teasing Renji into a stuttering, blushing mess about something or another.
Still though, Yumichika’s mind was on the hair that he had seen. Closing his eyes, he drew up the two that he had seen, finding that he had memorized quite a bit with Ruri’iro Kujaku’s help. The one he figured to be the younger of the two had skin like milk caramel, softly colored and sweetly smooth, and was the one with the fire colored hair that had been tightly bound in what look to be a braided bun. The other had his hair in a bloody spill of silken locks and oddly florescent green eyes.
Eyes that he had never seen on a human, much less a Shinigami.
Frowning and opening his eyes, he stared at Rukia, who shot him a look to keep quiet about whatever he had just realized, before making a note to talk with her about what it was that she knew. Sipping at his sake, he continued to muse over why the two that he had seen were there. They didn’t wear anything like any Shinigami wore, at least from what he had seen of the others.
Shinigami could customize their uniforms as they wanted but they still had to wear them, but those two were in entirely different articles of clothing. The younger of the two wore what looked to be a fashionable mix of clothing styles that worked for him, including the liquid gold obi around his trim waist. But the other wore something that seemed to have come from a time long gone, one that Yumichika had only seen hints of when they had first taken over the Eleventh division and he had to actually go out into the living world.
Choking on a sip of sake as what he had seen hit him, he stared at the narrowed eyed Rukia with wide, surprised purple eyes as everyone around him asked what was wrong.
“Nothing, just had a thought, that’s all,” Yumichika waved off, dabbing at his mouth and noticing that most everyone but he and Rukia were bordering on drunk.
“So, as I was saying, I met this guy in the human world, and it was almost as if he could see me but couldn’t,” Rukia went back to the story that she had been half telling. “And I could tell he was Japanese despite the way he looked and all, but his accent was really light compared to the rest of the people around him, and sometimes he slipped into English like he lived there for most of his life.”
“How old was this kid?” Ikkaku asked, looking slightly more sober than Shuuhei, who had stayed quiet for the most part, Iba already with his cheek on the table and smiling like a loon at Rukia. Renji was looking curious while Kira was blinking quickly, sake dish perched in slender fingers.
Rukia shrugged and took a delicate sip of her own sake before waving for a fresh bottle, paying for herself. “I have no idea. Seventeen maybe? It’s so hard with these living humans, no matter how much experience you have. At least now days,” she complained, everyone agreeing with her, Yumichika listening in after he ordered something for the table to nibble upon. “Anyways, feeling this guy out, I get a little ping, like you would get off a medium, but there’s something more about him,” she continued, shaking her head.
“Something more?” Yumichika asked, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as his violet eyes sparkled in interest.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t get a reading off of him. I’m not the best with feeling people out and I know this. That’s why I use the tech that we’re given, unlike some morons,” she drawled, giving Renji and Iba a look that drew pouts that weren’t supposed to be on grown men’s faces from them. “I use my phone and it gives me nothing to go on so I decide to follow him. I find out that his guardian’s are two males, both really pretty but the older one a bit more on the manly side despite how lithe he was. I followed them around for a week when a Hollow didn’t distract me.”
“I have a feelin’ somethin’ happened if you’re grumpin’ like this,” Renji drawled, his accent growing heavier with every inch of his sobriety being lost.
Rukia gave him a dark look before sniffing and sipping at her own saucer. “Yep. One day while I was watching them, a hollow popped up and I had to go take care of the damn thing,” she said, Yumichika smirking at the slip of the curse word. He knew that she only cursed when she was buzzing on her drinks. “I was only gone no more than a couple of hours, since I had to deal with this little boy that had hidden himself up a tree pretty damn well, but when I got back to where they were living, they had cleared out!”
“Cleared out?” Yumichika asked, leaning forward, interested in what she would say next.
“Yeah,” Rukia sighed, resting her chin on one hand. “Everything was gone. And I do mean everything. There was a house full of furniture, knickknacks and other things that a person kind of collects over the years as you live in one place. Not even a speck of dust was left. It was like they had never been there at all,” she continued, idly watching them before shifting and pulling out a copy of parchment. “Well, except this. I’ve already shown Yamamoto-soutaicho this but…”
“You’re breaking so many rules,” Yumichika purred, snatching the piece of parchment out of her fingers with a quick grab, curiosity perked hard. Opening it up, his eyebrows shot upwards at the neat writing. “Wow, this type of writing is something of a lost art.”
“Is it?” Ikkaku asked, everyone looking over the table and to the page filled with gorgeous kanji.
“Yeah. You see, this is Kanji, but it’s got a decided tilt to each letter. If I have to say anything about it, it would seem as if the person learned Kanji after learning how to write, possibly a high class aristocrat,” he continued. “Maybe English? But definitely not from this day and age considering the paper is handmade using techniques from about the time that Kenpachi-taicho took over the Eleventh.”
“How do you know this, Yumichika-san?” Kira asked, having shifted to lean over Ikkaku to take in the picture with wide eyes. Ikkaku on the other hand was looking rather smug with himself, not bothering to tell the buzzed Kira that his hand was resting close to his groin.
Yumichika smiled slightly. “I had to go to the living world a few times, remember? During that time I went around and saw some of the prettier papers out there and got interested. I researched them over the years and kept tabs on how things are done now days,” he said before starting to read the letter. “Dear Shinigami, you aren’t that good at hiding, I hope you know. You left yourself open one too many times and we felt you much too easily,” he read, giving Rukia a look. “You need to work on that.”
“You’re telling me,” Rukia snorted, snatching the page and continuing to read. “Yes, we know who you are, no we are not human, at least not my partner and I. Our young charge is human, to a point, on the other hand. We also know that we do not want your people to know of us or who we are. Despite the fact that my partner and I do not fall under the purview of the Seireitei and the Shinigami therein, our charge does, having been born in Japan.”
Yumichika stole the parchment once more, noting that Kira had happily settled himself into Ikkaku’s lap with a sweet smile on his lips. “Thus, we have left, but not before we tell you this. There is rot in the roots of the government that you so love. The Seireitei is so far behind the times that even Hell is more modern than your government. There needs to be some heavy changes before we even think of showing ourselves to you and yours,” he continued to read. “Damn, this person has some knowledge about us.”
“Yep,” Rukia hummed, taking the parchment with a roll of his eyes. “Until then, work on your hiding skills and don’t look for us unless your people wish to receive a very traumatized Shinigami. Well, that was nice of them,” she sniffed, rolling her eyes once more before tucking the file away again.
“So, what are we gonna do about these people since they know about us?” Iba asked, sounding surprisingly sober considering just a little bit ago he was smiling like a loon and laying on the table top.
“Not a damn thing according to the soutaicho. Apparently we need to just ignore the fact that there’s a whole subset of people that know all about us and what we do,” Rukia snorted, shrugging. “But he said nothing about talking about how our government is so outdated that even Hell is run better than us,” she drawled, leaning forward. “And you know what? I happen to agree with them.”
Yumichika smirked, finally seeing how she was going to play this game. It was about time someone took on the idiots of the Seireitei and did something about them.
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