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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Characters: Ichigo
Chapter: 3
Word Count: 2152
Warnings: nothing
AN: So, I’m kind of tired, but I’m posting this. Friday, I was gone for most of the day so I wasn’t able to post my Bits and Pieces, so I’m sorry to hellfaery for missing a day. I’ll be posting it this Friday. :D

For now, enjoy!

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Carefully watching the hired maids as they cleaned the study, Ichigo nodded to the head maid and left, trusting them to behave while he went to gather the mail from the front hall’s basket. The first time that he had seen any mail in the basket, he had to call Tanaka and asked how the mail was delivered to the house. Tanaka had told him that there was a side entrance that was manned so that deliveries and mail could be dropped off. A security officer who sat in a guard house to the side would then bring it up to the main house, using the front door to place it into the basket.

Picking up the pile of mail within, opening his work phone and the security camera app, he headed into the study again, being stuck watching the girls as they moved through the home. He had gotten used to them coming in three days in a row, every two weeks, to give a full clean of the house. They did one level a day, the attic area being the last to be cleaned. But when they were working on the first floor, where most of the important things were, Ichigo had to watch them.

Or at least watch the cameras to make sure that they didn’t do anything that they weren’t supposed to do. He didn’t think that they would be stupid enough, but that was what his bosses needed of him, so he did it.

Sitting down at the small desk that had been set up for him in a corner area of the study, facing out, he kept an eye on his phone and started to shuffle through the bits of mail. The maids moved from the study to the meeting slash living room attached to the front of the study.

He had a list of mail that was to be collected and sent once a week via overnight UPS to the English estate of the Phantomhives. The bills and other such things were to be dealt with by himself.

Putting the mail to the be shipped the next day into a small shoe box sized box with the rest of the mail, he opened the bills and used an all-in-one printer to create copies of each of them for his own records. As he listened to the girls’ giggle and talk while they cleaned, he punched holes into his copies and placed them into a zipping binder that he had picked up that he used to keep track of things easier.

Once the girls were gone, he would take the binder with the original copies, scan the originals and send them to his bosses via e-mail. He had set it up that way so that Tanaka could keep track of the house’s accounts properly.

Checking his list that was in the front of the binder, he smiled at it. Some of the items on his list were his own suggestions to sooth his bosses since it gave them an immediate report when he scanned them. Mentally checking off what he had done so far, he closed the binder once he had tucked the original bills into the front net pocket to scan later. He looked up and eyed the room with a critical eye.

He signed off on the page for the study and attached room before leading the group into the kitchen. It was the last room that was cleaned on day one, and he sat in the breakfast nook to watch the process. Ichigo sighed and shook his head, continuing to check over the bills that he had to go online for. He had printed them out earlier and laid them out before him. He still had to go to check his invoices from his personal business, small as it was and barely catching.

“So many bills to pay, so little time,” he muttered. He flipped the binder closed and zipped it up, watching the way the girls were quick to do their cleaning. Since the house wasn’t truly in use, they just went over everything with dusting cloths and cleaner, swept or vacuumed the floor, and made sure that it wasn’t reeking with disuse.

When the girls finished, he signed off on the paperwork, lead them out of the house, hung the sign for those who came to the front door to call him on the intercom, and locked the door. He walked through the ground floor, making sure that windows were locked, and curtains were pulled shut before he turned off the lights. He closed each door behind him, working his way from the study and attached living room through the main living room, and into the dining room and kitchen.

He next went upstairs, shivering when he stepped into the pitch-black master suite, wondering why it was the one room that wasn’t really wired for electricity. There were two plugs on each side of the bed for phone charging and a small lamp but nothing else.

Turning the flashlight app on his phone, he worked his way from the front lounge to the main bedroom area, the walk-in closet, the attached bathroom, and all the windows. Once assured that nothing was touched, he closed the bedroom door after him and leant against it. He shivered very slightly, shaking his head. Without anyone coming around beyond himself and the maids, it usually went unheated except for areas with pipes that needed to be kept warmish. When alone, he had started to use a small heater box as the weather turned colder.

Making sure that the door to the attic area was locked, he headed down the stairs, having to use his phone flashlight as the promised storm moved in. Ichigo stopped at the bottom of the stairs, glancing around, before he shook his head. “I am going nuts. I swear. I need to get out, go to the city. Surround myself by people. Buy some tea. Something. Anything,” he muttered.

He brushed off the thought of having heard something as he had come down the stairs, walking through the dining room. He closed the door behind him and did the same with the kitchen door. He turned off the light and put his things into a wheeled bag, including his small heater, and closed the top. With all that was done, he slipped on his shoes and snarled at the fact that he had forgotten his umbrella.

Stepping out onto the small porch and glad for the awing, he pulled his bag out and turned around, closing the door and locking it. With that, he dashed through the starting rain, bag thumping behind him on its wheels as he ran. “At least it’s not so hard that I’m soaked,” he grumped as he ran up to the door of his small home. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and stepped inside, putting his bag to the side as the skies fully let loose, making him curse again. “Just my luck that we live out here in the country. Glad that this place has wood and candles just in case.”

Sighing, he closed the door behind him, flipping his phone flashlight off as he kicked off his shoes. He would put them up later that night, and moved to where his chargers were, attaching his phone to it. Making sure that his rechargeable lantern was fully charged, and that he had candles in his lanterns too, he moved his bag to sit next to his desk and headed for his bathroom to shower off his day.

Stripping out of his dress, he tossed it into the hamper and stepped into his shower, sighing as he stepped under the hot water. He had been there for just over two months. He had unpacked the rest of his home when he had the time, usually between getting used to his daily chores around the house and classes. He had spoken on the phone with Sebastian a few times, hearing Ciel in the background, talking about what he could adjust to work for all of them.

He was to head into town the next day, having free time from both class and work for once, to do a few things that he had been meaning to do. He would take the household card to pay for the month’s bills that had to be paid in person, and make sure that the cleaning supplies were updated for the month. He had a pretty long list of things to buy, including several items to keep the main house smelling fresh and clean, and things for his own place.

His list includes scented tarts that he could set out in dishes for the smaller rooms; scented beans for the bathrooms; reed diffusers that could cover the larger rooms. And of course, the needed oil and wax tart burners for when his bosses were at the house. He had a second list of scents that they could stand and would prefer to have in the household.

He found the two were men nice to him so far, and his first paycheck had been rather large considering they were allowing him to live in a home that was on their land and use their car while filling it with the house card. And he didn’t do a whole lot compared to what he thought he would have to do. He was usually done with most of his daily chores by one in the afternoon.

Turning his shower off, he reached out and grabbed his head towel, wrapping his hair up before he grabbed the other towel to dry his body off. “I wonder. Something is odd about my bosses,” he drawled as he squinted at the room. “I swear that everything I have on them is normal, but still.” He bent over and dried a leg, shaking his head. “Not even six months all alone here and I’m talking to myself. I need to call the family again sooner rather than later and find out what’s going on with them,” he muttered.

Shaking his head, he hung the towels up and brushed out his hair, leaving the slowly growing hair loose for the time being. It was starting to hit his middle back and he was pleased by this fact. Pulling on a warm nightgown, he looked out of the small bathroom window and pushed it slightly open to let the bathroom air.

Leaving his room, he moved wood from his living room basket to his bedroom basket, going out to the small porch on the back end of his house to grab more. He placed that wood inside of the back door on a raised line of flooring.

He wanted to be well stocked for the night as the lights flickered with the storm gaining intensity.

“So damn glad that I decided to be paranoid and have so many candles stocked,” he grunted. He checked on the small generator that he had found, moving it to his bed and out of the way. Ichigo had tested it and found that it would charge his phones, laptop, and lantern for a good day and a half when he wasn’t using them.

With that moved, he checked on his charging electronics and decided to just leave them on the power lines plugged into a surge protector for the time being. Sitting at his desk, he started to scan and log the bills that he could while he still had power. He had just gotten confirmation of the e-mail sending when his power flickered and died. He sighed, unplugged his scanner, and closed his laptop down.

Standing, he grabbed his phones, laptop, and lantern before walking into his bedroom as his refrigerator and small chest freezer kicked on. He put his things on the small dorm desk in his room and turned to his fireplace, intent on building up a small fire since his bedroom was small enough to stay warm with a smallish fire.

“I’ll have to give the electric company a call in the morning if they don’t have the power back up,” he told a candle as he lit it next to the fireplace. Shaking his head, he got the fire started and closed the metal curtain of the fireplace before standing and moving around his room. He set up some more candles, using his candle lanterns that he hung on hooks to help throw light out over his bed.

He grabbed his notebooks, binders, and books, settling in to do homework by candlelight. He had a feeling that things were going to pick up in the next few months. There was something that tingled through the air around him, but he chose to ignore it. He could watch and wait for it to happen. He knew that it was going to come soon with or without his permission.
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