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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: 29

Characters: Yamamoto, Grell, Ichigo

Word count: 1,550

Warnings: Plotting

AN: Ah, look at this. We're starting to build upwards to the climax of the story! And we're hitting the 30's on Monday. Wow right? Yes, this story is LONG. Somewhere up into the 50's okay? So yes, lots more to come. :D
Enjoy!
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“Must we do this in the dark?” Grell hissed, eyes narrowed as he followed his friend down the halls, dodging the idiots that were walking around, supposedly guarding the Seireitei’s First Division, but were looking bored with their surroundings.
Ichigo just tilted his head and chuckled softly. “Yes, because there are more people running around in the day time and we’re not ones that would blend in easily. Especially since your eyes glow, now don’t they?” he asked teasing, getting a pout from the other male.
“Yes, yes, I suppose you’re right,” Grell huffed. They headed down one last path area before finding the courtyard that they wanted, Ichigo smirking and nodding his head.
“Here we are. We just need to stick to the shadows. My dear grandfather should be in his home office near the back, facing the garden that had been created by his mother,” Ichigo said, the two heading that way, finding no one around which was a good thing for them. They didn’t want to run into anyone just yet. It wouldn’t do them any good if it did happen. “Ready for this?” he asked.
“Of course. I always wanted to meet the leader of the Gotei 13 by breaking into the Seireitei with my bosses blessings,” Grell snarked, getting a smirk from Ichigo before they started to run along the wall that surrounded the grounds, dodging to the tree branches and finding the right window. Ichigo was hardly surprised by the fact that the window was open to let in the breeze, such as it was. “I have no idea why they don’t just update these places to include air conditioners,” he grumbled lowly into Ichigo’s ear.
“Because they need to keep some traditions even as their world around them changes with the more modern people coming in and taking positions in the academy and in their ranks,” Ichigo hummed lowly before nodding and jumping down from the branch, appearing next to the window. He perched on the sill and ducked under the window, finding his grandfather sitting at a desk, staring at him as he moved aside the curtains.
“I was wondering if I would be getting a visit from the young man that young Kuchiki-san followed,” he rumbled in greeting, Ichigo smirking.
“She didn’t follow me around, but I think you know that already. You’ve been a running this joint for much too long to have been taken in by that letter,” Ichigo responded, sliding off of the sill and standing straight, shifting his zanpactou on his back. “Then again, I think you knew the minute that my family was killed that something had shifted, didn’t you?”
Yamamoto sighed and put the brush that he had been using to write something aside, eyes sad as he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “Yes, I knew that something had changed. I had my own fukutaicho go and see if their souls were there, and to see if any had lived. But by then you had disappeared and your family’s death’s had been labeled murder. Under investigation by the one named Urameshi,” he said, watching as Ichigo moved to sit down on a floor pillow, sealed zanpactou laid against his thigh and body ready to move should he need to.
Ichigo nodded his head, Grell slipping into the office with a frown on his lips, red hair spilling over one shoulder. “So, you found out that their souls had already been collected by the time you guys got off of your duff’s, huh?” Grell drawled as he dropped to the ground with a smirk on his lips.
“Indeed,” Yamamoto said, eying the Grim Reaper. “I knew that your mother was connected with demons, but I wasn’t aware of her connection to Grim Reapers,” he stated, eyes turning to Ichigo who was smiling very slightly.
“She wasn’t, not really. I am though, through my guardians, who are the demons that she helped at one time,” Ichigo explained. “Grell and my lover, William, both know Sebastian and Ciel from during the time that Ciel was still human, back in the Victorian ages,” he continued, shrugging.
“Lover?” Yamamoto queried, raising one thick eyebrow.
“Yes, lover, and before you tell me I’m too young to have one, I’ve known him since I was 15, we waited until I was 18 to actually have a real relationship, and I am mostly human despite my genetic makeup,” Ichigo stated, waving a finger before him. Yamamoto nodded his head with an understanding look. “Anyways, as the letter said, there is a rot in the Seireitei and there is someone trying very hard to fix everything but in all of the wrong ways,” he continued.
“It said nothing about that,” Yamamoto said, frowning heavily at the thought of such a person being there.
“Ah, it seems as if Ciel forgot something,” Grell drawled, snickering as Ichigo rolled his eyes and smacked at one shoulder.
“Considering what you were doing at the time he was writing it? I’m surprised his hand writing was as steady as it was,” Ichigo replied, Grell beaming happily and nodding his head.
“He’s good at keeping cool,” Grell hummed, remembering his day with the two demons, flushing heavily. He had at one time thought Ciel to be a child but that child had grown up into a beautiful male who was confident and smart, knowing how to do what he needed to do.
Ichigo pulled a face of distaste. “Eww, so don’t need to think about my guardian’s and you getting happy together,” he whined, getting chuckles from the two other men. “Anyways, the one who is going to try to change everything using all the wrong ways is still unnamed. Not even Urahara or Yoruichi with her connections can tell us who it is,” he continued, sighing softly.
“She did say that she had left everything she had learned over the years in your private library, but we’ll get to that soon enough,” Grell promised, smirking slightly at the surprised looking Yamamoto. “Didn’t think anyone could get into there or the Great Archive without being found did you?” he asked.
“No, I did not but I am not surprised that she and Urahara-san found ways of doing so and sent them with you,” Yamamoto hummed. “Tell me what you have discovered, Kurosaki-san. But first, can you tell me what your name is, Reaper-san?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Grell.
“I am Grell Sutcliff and I am Head Grim Reaper of Sector Nine under William T. Spears,” Grell said, smirking at the man. “Now, about the information that you asked about,” he continued, looking to Ichigo.
“It starts when the murder of myself and my family were ordered by someone who went right around you and used some of Soi-fon’s own people. All of this was found out later while Yoruichi was doing some poking around so this is second hand knowledge,” Ichigo said, settling back into place.
Grell held up a finger. “And before you say anything about his families reels, it’s not going to happen. They were sealed away by Undertaker to help preserve them while their souls rested and regained their functions. Apparently they’ll be able to become either Grim Reapers or Shinigami once they awaken from their spiritual comas,” he explained. “Right now they’re hidden away and watched over.”
“Good,” Yamamoto hummed, nodding his head with a sigh, rubbing at his own face as a worry was lifted up. “If they become Shinigami though it will not be good for them to come here if there is someone after them,” he warned.
“We know. If they awaken before we are able to help get your things fixed, they are staying there, training with Undertaker and with Urahara until things get fixed. They will be placed under the purview of the Grim Reapers as Shinigami representatives and will only answer to the one that they choose to,” Ichigo stated, Grell nodding. “It shall probably be you but we believe that we’ll get things fixed before that time. Anyways, to move on…”
For the next several hours, Ichigo told Yamamoto about how he had gone from a child who had known nothing to where he was at that moment and what he was going to do. The person would eventually be stopped, one way or the other, and the rot would be gutted out to allow new growth to happen. Yamamoto agreed with everything, listening intently to every detail to what was being said and making notes mentally.
He knew that the Seireitei had to find the balance again, knew that things were going wrong the further away from the edge it was, and knew that it was because of the unbalance that had been allowed to happen. He supposed that it had been so slow and silent that they hadn’t truly allowed it to happen but they knew that something had been off and had ignored the warnings.
Now it was going to take his grandson and those who were not a part of the very fabric of Seireitei to make those needed changes.
And it would start with his grandson being captured.
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