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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: 34

Characters: Rukia, Renji, Shuuhei

Word count: 1,353

Warnings: none really

AN: Ugh, but fun times. Enjoy.
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“I still can’t believe that it took us nearly two weeks to get you to come out with us,” Renji sniffed as he put down bottles of beer down on the table. Beer itself was new to the Seireitei, but it was enjoyed by the Shinigami that came to visit the bar when they didn’t want to drink something as strong as sake.
“I’ve been busy, Renji, you numbskull,” Rukia snorted, downing part of her beer before putting it down on the table again. “I had shit to deal with concerning the elders and of course all the paperwork that comes from being in the Living World and having to come back nearly two weeks before the end of the mission,” she continued, huffing softly and shaking her head.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Shuuhei grunted, thinking about all of the paperwork that came with his position as the fukutaicho of the Ninth Division. He groaned at the thought of it and drained half of his bottle with a grunt. “So you’ve been doing paperwork and dealing with your family, huh?” he asked.
Rukia nodded her head as she swirled her bottle around with a sigh. “Yeah. It’s been a hellish week, especially since I’ve heard a few things that I never wanted to learn about our world,” she admitted, sounding reluctant to talk, putting on an act. She didn’t want to lie to her friends but knew that if she didn’t, at least at the moment, things would become a mess that none of them were ready to deal with.
“Things?” Renji asked as he sat back, gazing at Rukia and hitching one tattooed eyebrow upwards. “What things?”
He heard things, everyone did when they had contacts in the Rukigon districts. Especially contacts that could hunt down information better than the Second Division or the Thirteenth Divisions Information corps, as much as everyone denied them being around. He had heard about something rotten going on, Shuuhei to, but they hadn’t thought that such rumors would have reached Rukia with the way her family was.
“Yeah. I...there’s things that I’ve seen as a daughter of the Kuchiki Clan that I couldn’t really talk about but in the last year or so things have eased up for me in regards to them watching me like a hawk,” she hummed, playing with the bottle before her. “But I see things that most wouldn’t want me to see. I see meetings happening without any other person knowing about them…” she trailed off, worry dripping from her tone. “I, of course, just can’t go around and tell everyone around here. I would either be told to shut up, forced to shut up or would...just disappear.” The last words were whispered softly before she drained her beer, the truth heavy on her tongue.
Shuuei and Renji shared looks before Shuuhei stood up. “I’m going to get food before we have this conversation. We’re going to need food and more drinks,” he stated. Rukia pulled out a purse that she had tucked away into her kosode and taking out some money, handing it to her friend. He opened his mouth before snapping his mouth shut at the glare that she sent his way, going to get enough food and drinks for them to get them through the coming conversation.
Once food had been delivered, enough to feed them through the coming conversation, Shuuhei and Renji stared at their friend as she picked up a slice of red bell pepper and dipped it into some warm sauce. “Like I said, you guys, I see meetings that shouldn’t happen, ever,” she said finally after eating the slice. Cleaning her fingers on a napkin, she looked at the two. “The Kuchiki Elders tend to often meet with those I think are part of the Central 46. I could point them out to you but we so rarely see them out in the public that I doubt that it would be easy,” she said.
“They’re not supposed to be talking with anyone from the clans unless they’re taichos,” Renji said, remembering that particular law. “And only a few of the current taichos are actually clan heads, and only Kuchiki-taicho is the head of one of the Four Noble Clans,” he stated, pointing a finger that wiggled between his two friends.
“I know,” Rukia said, lips thinning as she rolled her shoulders. “I hate that they think that they can just break the laws that were set down for good reasons…” She sighed, rubbing at her face before snagging a mozzarella stick and giving her friends a look. Shuuhei and Renji snagged their own snacks and waited for her to continued. “You guys...I talked with the guy that I found,” she admitted quietly, leaning forward. “He and his guardians? They told me just what was going on and that their companions, who are Grim Reapers, are worried about the part of the Living World that we control and the balance of the area.”
“What do you mean by that?” Shuuhei asked, eyebrows furrowing as he ate one of the sticks, wondering just what the slim female before him was saying.
“Haven’t you noticed? We’re heading out for more hollows every year, starting nearly thirteen years ago. Well, more like nearly a hundred years before, but it really picked up nearly thirteen years ago,” she said, letting the two men think about it.
“Shit, you’re right,” Renji grunted, downing the bottle of beer in his hand and put it to the side for a waitress or busboy to come pick up along with Rukia’s bottle. “Doesn’t that kind of coincide with our graduation?”
“Your graduation you mean. I ended up with private tutors remember?” Rukia snorted, wiggling a french fry at him before eating it as Shuuhei went for some sushi instead of the other foods.
“I graduated the year before and the statistics classes I had taken had started to talk about how things were getting over time,” Shuuhei admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “But yeah, now that you’ve mentioned it, it has been getting worse. About five more hollows on average every six months or so,” he continued, remembering the new statistics that he had collected for the next news round. “We’re starting to have to send more people out to do the purifications and burials,” he continued, shaking his head with a grunt.
“Exactly. Things are out of balance. I have a feeling though that things will be changing in a most unexpected way,” Rukia hummed, snagging some food and just putting it onto a plate before her. “I can feel it. It shivers and waits for the right moment to pounce,” she continued.
“She’s right,” Renji said, huffing as he sat back with a frown on his lips, reaching out a bit to nab some food for himself. “Things are going on that we don’t know about and it’s going to change things like nothing else. So...do you know what’s going to happen?” he asked, pinning Rukia with his eyes, getting a smirk from her.
“Do tell us, Rukia, what you know and how we can help this unbalance,” Shuuhei chuckled, smirking at their female companion as she tried to pull off an innocent look.
“Well, I may have talked to the two demons that are the guardian of the guy that I was supposedly following. And it may have been the guy who approached me first. And it may be those three, three extraordinary ryoka and two Grim Reapers who will turn everything on it’s head,” she cooed, smirking at them. Shuuhei and Renji lent forward and smirked at her. “Of course, if you ever say anything about any of these maybes I’ll deny it and use my last name to my best advantage,” she promised.
“Yeah, no worries. Who would believe a couple of Rukigon rats anyways?” Shuuhei snickered, waving a hand. “So, tell us all of these hypothetical scenarios,” he purred.
Rukia chuckled and told them what they needed to know.
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