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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji, Devil May Cry or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 3
Characters: Ichigo, Dante, Vergil
Word count: 2,323
Warnings: Nothing really.
AN: Okay! So I can get back to my normal schedule. Last week just kind of sucked so much since I had to deal with so much.

I was tired and exhausted both Monday and Friday so I didn’t have the energy to post. That and I wasn’t home for a good chunk of either day.

So I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Finishing with going through the last of the boxes that held his art supplies, Ichigo sat back on his heels and frowned. He was finding that he wasn’t exactly happy with how little he had on him. He had meant to go shopping for more after Christmas during the sales, but he had ended up having to go into hiding instead. And now on New Year’s Eve, he was finding that he didn’t have nearly enough of anything to do his homework during his time in hiding. Especially since he didn’t know how long it was going to take.

He was lucky that he had been able to set it up with his school to work from ‘home’ for an unknown time. But he still needed more supplies to do said work.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he stood, looking around the room with narrowed eyes. When Vergil had showed him the various rooms offered, he had seen this one and asked if it could just be cleaned out. And if he could change out the curtains from the windows. The devil had looked highly amused while his mate had groaned. But they had stilled allowed him to do as he had wanted to that first day. Patty had happily helped him get the room cleaned out and at least partially set up.

The bed, a large thing that was just as comfortable as his own at home, had been moved from one room and placed up against a wall. The rest of the furniture from the other room had been shifted around into the sitting area so that he had room to set up his art supplies.

Which was where he found himself three days later, creating a list of things that he had to buy.

He was just lucky that he didn’t really need to worry about his pottery just yet. The two devils had a new oven that they would use for the food cooking while he would be able to use the old one to oven bake certain clay projects.

The rest of his clay projects would just have to wait for the delivery of his kiln in a week’s time. It wasn’t a hardship to him and it was going to end up in the garage. Dante was already moaning over the fact that Ichigo had taken over a part of his garage. Vergil had just given him a bemused look at his whining and had agreed to having it set up.

With how widespread the Shinigami problem was, they were talking it being at least a month before they were done. Until then, they would have to wait until his guardians had finished fixing said problem by getting the Shinigami out of London.

Sitting down at his desk in his sitting room, he wrote out a neater list of what he needed before standing and flipping off his desk lamp. Walking into his bedroom slash art room, he found his wallet on his dresser and checked on how much hard cash he had on him. He then picked up his phone and sent off a text to the temporary accounts to find out how much money he had in his schooling account.

Smiling at the amount when he got a chirp from the account, he changed out of the dusty shirt and raggedy pants into a better shirt and jeans, before finding a knee length sweater the color of rubies. Shoes pulled on, he tucked his wallet into one pocket and checked the phone again, glad that he had quite a bit in it.

He left his room, a coat slung over his arm as he opened a new text that stated that a new deposit had gone through and giving him a new balance. “Well, Ciel obviously feels like he needs to spoil me today,” he drawled as he walked down the stairs. Dante looked up at him from around the manga in his hand. “I need to head to Hobby Craft. It should have everything that I need for the moment,” he said, looking over the two half-devils. Vergil looked up from what looked to be their accounting books.

“For what and why?” Dante asked, frowning and looking wary of leaving the safety of their home for any reason.

Ichigo held up the rather long list that he had created. “I need to refresh my supplies. I had plans to go out to stock up anyways, but then things happened,” he said, wiggling the list. “So, I need to go out and actually get things since a lot of it would cost more to buy online than it would be to get it from the store.” He folded up his list and raised an eyebrow. “And since you really can’t stop me from going, I suggest one of you figure out who is taking me.”

Dante grunted at the look from his mate. “Fine. But I hope that ya have your own money,” he grunted. Vergil chuckled from his desk while Patty waved at them absently, sucked into her favorite afternoon show.

“I would ask to go with you guys, but my shows are on. I’m not gonna miss them,” she chirped. Ichigo chuckled, the girl reminding him of his sisters.

“Not a problem, little one. I’ll see if we can’t buy something for dinner on the way back,” he said, tucking the list into his pocket. Patty looked away from her shows and flipped around in the chair, popping up over the back of it with a bright smile. He had cooked the first night to expend energy and she had loved the deep-dish pizzas that he had made. “Yes, I can make the pizzas and sides again,” Ichigo answered her unanswered question as he pulled on his jacket. He shook his head at the squeal of happiness.

Dante grunted, not really wanting to admit that he had liked the way that Ichigo had made the pizzas. They had learned that the kid was good at cooking and loved to test out new recipes or mess with old ones, like pizza. “Come on. We’ll take Vergil’s car for this. I have a feelin’ that we’re gonna need the boot.”

“Do not crash it please,” Vergil said, tossing over the keys before he went back to the books, planning out who would get paid when and where.

“It was one damn time,” Dante complained, holstering his guns and picking up the guitar case that held his sword. Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled on his jacket while Dante pulled on his own jacket, buttoning it up as he followed the half-devil out to the car. Sweeping his hair up into a bun, he anchored it into place with a thin hair stick. With that done, he slid into the passenger side while Dante started the car and eyed the pin. “I didn’t know that they could make such small knives.”

“They’re known as stilettos, and they’re rather on the better side for self-defense if someone can learn how to use them. Ciel and Sebastian takes me to a particular store to get them when I want a new hairpin that is more defensive than just decorative,” Ichigo replied. He smirked as Dante shook his head and maneuvered his guitar case into the backseat. He reached up to grab the seat belt, pulling it over his shoulder and chest. Ichigo did the same thing while Dante started the car.

Pulling out of the garage, it was a quick drive for them to the art store Ichigo wanted. Once parked, they headed inside. Ichigo grabbed one of the bigger carts to push before him with two of the solid sided hand baskets taking up part of the cart.

The first section he hit was the fabric area, finding yards of what he needed in various shades and textures. As he gathered the bolts, the person standing there handed him sticky notes so that he could mark how much he wanted of each bolt and stick it to the bolts. His greatest finds in his opinion were of a rich blue velvet fabric, a softer blue cotton fabric, and a cream fabric in the same cotton as the softer blue one.

His mind was already working out what he wanted to do with the fabrics.

Dante just watched as he felt up each bolt, looking over the fabrics, before he removed the ones that he wanted from the shelves. He was kind of amazed at the fact that despite taking his time, Ichigo moved with purpose. It was as if the young man knew exactly what he was looking for, even if he was getting a few other fabrics that didn’t look to be on his list.

As soon as the fabric had been measured, cut, folded, and labeled, placed into the basket in the child seat of the cart, Ichigo left that section. He headed for the yarns and threads. He found several spools of sewing threads, new sewing needles for his smaller sewing machine, and thick, fluffy yarn. Dante’s eyebrows had headed up into his hairline as he stared at some of the prices for the needles. “Are you seriously spending two fifty on these things?” he asked, looking over at Ichigo as the young male compared needles.

“Expensive little bastards, aren’t they? I’ve already spent nearly fifty pounds alone on them during my schooling. Then again, I’ve needed some heavy-duty needles since I decided to take sewing as an optional class and some of the fabrics are thick,” he mused.

Dante shook his head and put the needle packet back. “How does that school of your work anyways?” he asked. Ichigo dropped two packets of regular sewing machine needles and a packet of thicker, heavier sewing machine needles into his cart. He hummed as he stopped by the yarn again and picked out several of the bundles, dropping more than three of some of them in.

“It works just like any other school. There are five classes a day, five days a week with optional home classes over the weekend. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are all about the core subjects. Maths, English, such as it is, a language class, History, Science, Social Studies. Tuesdays and Thursdays are for the artistic subjects unless you’re in your last year. Seeing as it’s my last year, the classes are turned around with my core subjects being on Tuesday and Thursday with extra work during the weekends, and my artistic subjects during Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

Dante made a thoughtful sound, surprised by the answer from the other male, noticing that they had moved into the painting supply section. Ichigo headed for a series of rather large standing tubes of paint. He started to go through them, tossing multiples of each color into his basket. He did the same with other types and brands of paint, turning to the containers of glazes and adding them to his basket.

“How much do you actually need?” Dante asked as Ichigo moved over to the underglaze paints, taking his time to shift through them.

“I’ll most likely go through all of this in the next couple of months,” Ichigo admitted, grabbing a few cans of sealant and spray glaze, smirking up at the devil. “It is all a part of going to an art school and being in such classes.” Standing up straight, he led the way to the pottery section. He found several types of clay that he used, moving things around in his basket to make sure he had room for it all.

With that part done, he wiped out their oven-bake type of clays, and then walked into the pen/pencil/marker/crayon aisle. He picked up a third smaller, solid sided basket to browse through their loose collection of pencils, markers, crayons, pens, and other mediums that came in a handheld form.

He filled four of the smaller baskets with everything that he needed, piling them on top of the basket with the fabric. With that done, he moved to the wall where he found the selection of sketchbooks, canvases, and various sizes and styles of brushes. He carefully worked through each bit and found everything that he needed before looking over his list and figuring that he had everything.

Walking up to the front where the cashiers waited, he checked out. Dante’s eyebrows rose at the final price that was rung up, Ichigo rolling his eyes and handing over his member’s card. The clerk ran it through with a smile and the two watched as the numbers dropped by a hundred pounds.

“It pays to spend thirty-five pounds a month for a membership card to this store. Especially since I come to one every month at the least, and every other day during my finals month,” Ichigo drawled. Dante made a squeaky sound. “And that’s at a discount on the membership fee since I’m a Gold Member with how much I spend,” he continued. He slid the membership card back into his wallet and handed over his debit card with a smile. Punching in the pin when prompted, he took his card and receipt with a nod.

Tucking both cards away into his wallet, Ichigo shoved the wallet into his pocket before turning the shopping cart to the front of the store. Dante followed him out to the car with a stunned look on his face at just how much the young man had dropped. Ichigo though ignored him, already thinking that he would need to buy the ingredients for extra-large pepperoni, Canadian ham, sausage, and pineapple pizza with a lot of extra cheese just for Dante.

Especially when he had to push him to sit in the car once it was unlocked while he loaded the bags and supplies into the trunk and backseat. The guy wasn’t a complete ass apparently, which made Ichigo shake his head and snort.
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