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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: 34

Chapter title: Wedding Bashes

Characters: Many characters…so very many

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AN: Yeah, I’m exhausted at the moment. I’m just gonna leave that there.
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Smoothing down his wedding kimono, Ichigo bit his bottom lip in nervous anticipation as he sat down before his mirror, Yuzu coming up behind him with a flatiron to start getting his hair ready for his chosen wedding. After they had decided on how to do the wedding, Ciel had been told just what would happen in full detail, making the young demon moan and rub at his face, glad that the English wedding would be a bit on the easier side. His own wedding kimono was actually Isshin’s, just pulled in by Yuzu’s careful and amazing sewing abilities.
Isshin had sent a butterfly to Yamamoto, the man sending back an acceptance of the wedding and a demand that he perform the ceremony, which was accepted. News of the wedding had swept through his friends and the divisions and already a room was filled to the brim with presents, including a box filled with the Oshugi that seemed to come with each gift. Ciel and Sebastian had ended up placing a strong ward around the room, not wanting any idiots to attempt to steal the wedding gifts when they had discovered that the Oshugi was various amounts of money to start off the marriage on a good, strong point.
They had spent the short time while planning the wedding to fold the origami cranes that promised good luck, everyone in the shoten doing it when they weren’t working on whatever they had to do to prepare for the wedding. The cranes had been hung around the wedding arches, rustling around in the soft wind blowing through the garden that had been chosen for their wedding.
Sighing, Ichigo smiled at his sister as his was carefully running the iron over his hair, grateful that the plates were ceramic instead of metal. “Do you think they’ll like what I look like in the kimono?” he asked quietly.

“I’m sure that they’ll love it just because it’s so special to you and because you’re wearing it,” Yuzu soothed as she continued to work her way through his hair, placing each lock to the side when she was done with it.
“You look quite a bit like your mother actually.” Both siblings turned around in surprise, eyes wide at the sight of Byakuya in his own formal kimono, standing before them next to Karin.
“He said that he wanted to see you about something,” Karin said, pointing to Byakuya who just smiled slightly down at her before nodding.
“I need to rest my wrist before I move onto the next part. With your hair, you have so much that it’s going to take a while,” Yuzu chirped, putting the flat iron aside before bowing in respect to Byakuya, Karin doing the same before they left, closing the door behind them. Ichigo shifted on the vanity bench, wondering what his surprise uncle was thinking as the man gazed at him with dark eyes.
“So you wanted to talk with me?” Ichigo asked softly, Byakuya nodding and reaching into his sleeve to pull out a slim wooden box. Walking over, he smiled a small smile once more before sitting down next to him on the vanity bench, offering the box. Taking it, the younger male tilted his head to look at his uncle before looking down at the box and opening it only to gasp softly. Inside laid two Gin Kanzashi with bira-bira danglings, delicate chrysanthemum heads decorating the tops. “Who...what?” he breathed, looking up from them with wide eyes.
“They were your mother’s before she left. She was going to wear them on her wedding day before she left for her living life,” Byakuya explained, Ichigo sighing and looking down at them with a soft smile.
“Tou-chan told us about these. He said that it was one of the few things that she ever regretted leaving behind,” Ichigo said, stroking the hair decorations with reverent fingers. “They...you’re giving them to me?”
“Yes. I hear there is a custom in the Americas of wearing something Blue, wearing something New, wearing something Borrowed and wearing something Old. I believe that you have borrowed, blue and new all covered between the flowers, your necklace and your shoes, but the something old will be covered with these,” Byakuya said, stroking over the pins with his nephew. “If I had known who your mother was, I would have taken the time to talk with you about why you were invading the Seireitei.”
“I didn’t know so I don’t expect you to have known,” Ichigo soothed, leaning into the stroke over his head with a sigh.
“Looking back now, I should have known,” Byakuya hummed, a teasing light entering his nephew’s eyes.
“Well, hindsight is 20/20,” he teased, poking the other in the side and getting a disdainful sniff. “I need to finish getting ready,” Ichigo hummed as Yuzu came back in with a large curling iron and brush.
“If you do not mind, I wish to watch,” Byakuya requested, Ichigo staring at him before smiling and nodding his head. The noble shifted to sit on a chair to the side as Yuzu and Karin started to convince Ichigo’s hair to curl just right and place it into the intricate bun, the twins working perfectly in sync with each other as Ichigo read a book on what his uncle knew to be an e-book reader.
Once the bun was complete, Yuzu reached for the Kanzashi but was stopped by Byakuya, who handed her what looked to be a clip that reminded her of his kenseiken but smaller. “Place it here,” he said, pointing to the part that a small curl escaped. Once that was done, he picked up the smaller of the kanzashi and slid it into place, the larger soon being added and making Yuzu and Karin gasp at how perfect they were.
Reaching up, Ichigo’s eyes widened at the feeling of the kenseiken in his hair, even as his eyes took in the delicate and intricate bun on his head. “You’re acknowledging me as a clan member?” he breathed out in shock, getting a chuckle and Byakuya placing a hand on his back.
“Yes, I am. Because you are a part of the Kuchiki clan, no matter how you look. Your mother was a Kuchiki, your grandparent’s were Kuchikis and now you are one too, no matter the fact that your last name will be Phantomhive,” Byakuya stated, tears beading in Ichigo’s eyes as he stood and turned to the man, hugging him tightly around his waist.
“Thank you, Byakuya, thank you.” Pulling away, he wiped at his eyes, Byakuya making sure that their kimonos were still smooth and in place.
“I suppose you should call me oji-san now,” he said, getting another wide eyed look. “All three of you for that matter,” he mused, getting a happy squeak from Yuzu and a smile from Karin. “I have kenseiken for you two when you turn sixteen. You get small ones and then progress to bigger ones as you grow and prove yourself to the clan. By the time you join us here, you both will be fully trained in how to deal with the clan but still free to be yourself since I believe that Shiba-san has laid claim to the two of you as heirs,” he explained, getting dual nods.
Ichigo was smiling and sniffling. “I believe that it’s time for me to add the veil so we can have a wedding,” he chuckled finally. Byakuya nodded and placed kisses onto their heads before leaving. “Getting his ass kicked around has done nothing but help that man,” he chuckled, shaking his head before the twins giggled and left.
Once he was alone, Ichigo turned back to the mirror and smiled softly once more, eyes trailing from his hair down to the bottom of the kimono. “Your mother would be proud of you, Ichigo,” Isshin said from behind him as he walked in, the two gazing at each other in the mirror as Ichigo smiled softly.
“I know. Come on, let’s go marry me off,” Ichigo chuckled, taking his father’s arm and letting him lead him out to where the wedding was being held. He smiled at the fact that the taicho’s were there, even ones that he wasn’t particularly close to, along with his friends and family from both worlds. Yamamoto stood at the front, face happy under his beard as he waited for them, Unohana standing next to him just in case. Rukia, Orihime and Tatsuki were all acting as Ichigo’s witnesses, standing to the side and smiling brightly as Renji, Byakuya and Hanataru acted as Ciel’s witnesses, Sebastian acting as his English witness.
The looks that Ichigo received as he walked down the aisle were a mix of amazement, lust, and pride, the last coming from most of his family as they watched Ichigo walk. They all had to admit that Ichigo was beautiful, radiating with happiness that just added to the beauty that was his naturally and aided by the wedding kimono.
Once Ichigo had been handed to Ciel, the ceremony went off without a hitch outside of Omaeda muttering lowly in the background about not wanting to be there. They had decided to skip the purifying part, not knowing how it would react to a demon much less a demons mate, but they went through the entire thing and a full bottle of sake to cover the full families that were there. Yamamoto’s voice was strong and proud as he spoke the prayers and blessed the union, and was even prouder when Ciel and Ichigo shared a slow, loving kiss with Sebastian, tying him into their lives for good.
At the reception though, Ichigo finally got tired of Omaeda complaining and called for silence as he stood before everyone. Isshin, Byakuya, Ciel and Sebastian all stood together, smirking at the sight of Ichigo looking perfectly like a clan heir should, face almost bored with everything but still screaming self-confidence.
“I wish to greet everyone and thank you for coming to this rather quick wedding. I know it was quickly put together but it is gorgeous, so to the Women’s Society, I thank you for your efforts in making this a proper clan wedding,” Ichigo said, bowing to the women with a small smile. They bowed back, all with slight blushes. “I also thank everyone ahead of time for the lovely gifts that we will be opening soon enough. Now, the reason why I stand before you now instead next to my husbands and mates, is because there is one here that is not happy that I am being treated as a clan heir.”
“But ya are!” Kukaku called from the back of the crowd, getting snickers as she walked forward in a simple kurotomesode kimono that had fireworks exploding along the bottom instead of something a bit more traditional. Ichigo beamed brightly.
“Beautiful kimono, Kukaku-oba-chan,” he chuckled. “Ah, but this one apparently doesn’t listen when he’s told something unless it comes from Soi-Fon-san or from the sou-taicho, that is if he even is listening to them. Now, my clan history isn’t well known but here it is. Yamamoto-ojii-san is just that, my ojiisan, my grandfather. Byakuya Kuchiki is my oji-san, my uncle, on my mother’s side. She was born a Kuchiki, my grandmother married into that family as second wife. Yamamoto-ojiisan had a fling with Kukaku-oba-chan’s mother and had my father, Isshin, who is the oldest male of the three. That means that Kukaku is my oba-chan, Kaien was my oji-san and Ganju is my oji-san to.”

“And this means in all reality...” Isshin drawled, smirking at the gob smacked Omeada, Soi-Fon smirking next to him.
“It means that until Byakuya-oji-san and Kukaku-oba-chan have children of their own, I am the legal and true heir to the Kuchiki, Yamamoto and Shiba clan names when it comes time,” Ichigo chirped, before smoothing his kimono down again. “Now, as for my husbands and mates, they are royalty of their own caliber. Ciel is the Phantomhive family head, which includes several aunts, uncles and cousins, several businesses and works for the English Royal Family. He is also a highly liked and respected man, despite how he acts around people, and a very respected civilian detective for the Queen,” he continued, smirking.
“And Sebastian? You said something about him too,” Kukaku purred, loving the way Omaeda was slowly trying to shrink into himself.
“Well, Sebastian is a very strong demon, no matter what he looks like at the moment. But he’s also a bit of royalty himself. Hell, as we know it, is broken up into places and countries I suppose you would call it, much like the Earth is. Each section has a ruler, a King. Sebastian is a Prince of the King that runs the section for England, which makes he himself royalty, even as he poses as Ciel’s butler,” Ichigo chirped, eyes glowing brightly. “Of course, I didn’t know any of this until about a week ago.”
“So you’re so powerful politically that no one would dare touch you,” Rangiku called out before bursting out into laughter at the smug smile that spread over Ichigo’s lips.
“Thank you for listening to my somewhat rant about the power behind me and I do hope that you enjoy the rest of the reception,” he said, before moving to his mates, kissing both of them, still smirking. Omaeda took the first chance he could while still being polite and left, knowing that his own clan head was going to be pissed that he had nearly insulted such a powerful person. The rest of the reception went well, the guests happy for the triad and it showed in the type of gifts that had been given.
The triad was able to finally escape after a few hours of celebrating, knowing that the next afternoon they would have to lay out the plans for what was to happen, and finalize the plans for the final fight against Aizen and those under him.
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