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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: 38 A

Chapter title: Taking Down a King

Characters: Various

Word Count: 1,811

AN: *cackles* So much fun to be had. Enjoy. :D
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Settling into his throne, Baraggan watched the three mates that were far enough away to not bother he or his Fraccion, tapping his fingers on the arm chair. “Such weak creatures,” he rumbled, getting smirks from his people. “Take care of whatever it is that holds us here. I’m sure that Aizen-sama will like to get to the actual town,” he sneered, sending his people out.
Findorr Calius was the first of his Fraccion to come across a Shinigami, a man with three scars over his eye and a 69 tattooed on his cheek. The shinigami before him just gazed at him with an almost bored look, holding his zanpakuto loosely in one hand and perched on the ledge of a building.
“Findorr Calius, one of Baraggan Louisenbairn’s Fraccion. Your mind is analytical and you tend to think you’re right when you guess an opponent’s power levels.” The voice was rich and dark, sending shivers up and down Findorr’s back, making him smirk very slowly.
“Oh, but I usually am, my dear Shinigami. Let me see,” Findorr purred, resting one hand on the sheath of his zanpakuto, the other resting on the top of the hilt as he stared at the man. “You are at least fukutaicho level since I do believe that they wouldn’t send out anyone lower to deal with us,” he continued, eyes flaring behind his mask, shifting his feet so that he was in a stable position.
Shuuhei chuckled and nodded, the hand holding his zanpakuto tightening as he smiled slightly. “Yes, I am. Since I know your name, I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Shuuhei Hisagi. I am the fukutaicho of the Ninth division and I am here to either destroy you or take you into custody. Your choice,” he stated, holding Kazeshini out before him, eyes pinning Findorr into place before the Fraccion smirked and smoothed down his top and pulled out his own Zanpakuto.
Findorr’s eyes narrowed behind his mask as Shuuhei allowed some of his power to leak out, tasting it before he jerked and shook his head. “Oooh no. I am not messing with the submissive mate of a high Arrancar,” he stated, trying to escape, watching as Shuuhei pouted lightly.
“He’s not an Arrancar. He’s a Vizard. He is a Shinigami with a hollow, not a Hollow that has Shinigami like abilities,” Shuuhei snorted before using shunpo and coming up behind Findorr, holding his zanpakuto up to his neck. “Are you really sure you don’t want to play with me?” he purred, dodging the automatic swing to his head. “Really, really sure?”
“You’re pouting like a child,” Findorr whimpered, wanting to do nothing more than run away from the Shinigami before him. He had no doubt that, fukutaicho or not, the Shinigami’s mate would turn him into hollow bait should he lay so much as a finger on him.
“Yeah, I’ve been hanging out with Grell-san way to often,” Shuuhei mused, tapping his finger on his chin before smirking and pulling out a pair of Seki-seki cuffs. “Now, be a good little crab, hold out your hands and let me put these on so I can shove you to your new home.”
“Can’t I just fight some other Shinigami?” Findorr asked, looking around and seeing that the others were already fighting against their own opponents.
“Nope,” Shuuhei said, shaking his head with a smirk, swirling the cuffs around on one finger, Findorr sighing and holding out his hands to allow the other to cuff him. Once he was cut off from his power and his zanpakuto taken, Shuuhei handed him off to several members of Soi-Fon’s squad that were waiting on the other side, Findorr begging them to take him.
They later found out that Shuuhei had suggested that they could wait for his mate to get done with his own fight, making the Fraccion nearly cry in panic.
As Shuuhei was dealing with Findorr and pouting about not getting a good fight out of it, Kira was having the same problem as Abirama Redder withered under the glare that Shinji had sent at him for daring to stare at his pretty mate. “Really? Is this how it’s always going to be when I go for a fight?” Kira complained, holding a released Wabisuke on his shoulder, the giant bird that was supposed to be his opponent trying to get away if not for the fact that he had been hit once by said zanpakuto. “This is kind of annoying.”
“What? You like fighting?” Abirama whimpered, slowly crawling away, raising his power just to do so.
Kira snorted. “No, I dislike fighting but I also don’t want all of my fights won just because I’m Shinji-kun’s mate,” he stated, eying the wall of a building that was starting to come loose from a building as Shinji was tossed down onto it before he disappeared again. “I don’t think you should go any further...” he tried, wincing when the slab of wall fell and landed on Abirama, making him sigh. “Well, that was anti-climatic,” he muttered, sealing Wabisuke and sliding him into his sheath again.
“Let me guess, he felt your power and decided that he would rather keep his life then fight a mate of a Vizard?” Shuuhei asked as he landed next to his friend, getting a heavy pout from the other.
“I know I dislike fighting, but really, it’s insulting when a hollow fears my mate more then me,” he huffed, getting a low chuckle.
“I think they feared what would have happened if we so much had a chipped nail from them,” Shuuhei replied, the two jumping to a still solid wall and looking around. “Which kind of sucks seeing that we were kind of hoping to find out just how far in training that we’ve come.”
“Yes, indeed,” Kira hummed before shrugging, the two heading for where a small team of healers had set up a place for those who were injured to collect.
As they did so, Soi-Fon was growling at Ggio Vega as the Fraccion smirked at her, playing with his braid and waiting for her to make her first move. “Come on, little shinigami, let’s play,” Ggio cooed, eyes narrowed at her, intent on his mission of destroying the pillar that was holding them in and unable to do what they were supposed to do.
“Such an annoyance. Your file warned me of that,” Soi-Fon mused, eyes shining with some amusement. She was confident in her abilities, having worked with Yoruichi for so long that they had gone through a good chunk of what could happen during a fight, especially against an opponent that had quite a bit of power.
Ggio smirked and shifted Tigre Estoque in his hand, lunging at the taicho of the Second, the woman pulling up Suzumebachi to lock with the Arrancar’s zanpakuto, forcing him back with a smirk on her lips. The tiger like Arrancar kept attacking, the two trading blows with fist and sword, Soi-Fon leading him closer and closer to where she wanted him. Landing on the cleared area that they had chosen for her fights, she smirked and shifted on her feet into a solid position, holding Suzumebachi before her.
“We were instructed to take in our opponents alive if at all possible but,” she purred, wiping off a bit of blood from a wound on her cheek, “I believe that you are much too troublesome to do so.” During the fight, Ggio had managed to land a few hits, mostly to her face, leaving her with a split lip and a cut on her cheek, while she had landed her own hits, leaving him with sore ribs and a cracked arm.
“You won’t make it out of this alive. If this is what a supposedly great Taicho of the Gotei 13 can do, then Aizen-sama was right in calling all of you weak,” Ggio growled, spitting on the ground.
Soi-Fon just chuckled and rolled her neck as she gathered her power to her. “Jinteki Shakusetsu.” Purring out the words, her power flared and a glow surrounded her arm and zanpakuto before it disappeared, leaving her with a gauntlet on her arm and a thin blade that curled around her middle finger, extending an additional length. “I would like to introduce you to my zanpakuto, Suzumebachi. You shall be meeting your death at her hands this day,” she stated, Ggio growling, his own power growing and flaring about him.
“I think not!” he screeched, braid flying with his power. Soi-fon simply stood and waited, wanting to get the fight over with but knowing just how dangerous it could be to interrupt anyone in the middle of calling their true power out. “Kuichigire!” Ggio called out, a dark light surrounding him before disappearing.
Before, he had been a pretty little male with gold eyes and long hair that had been covered mostly by the sabertooth skull fragment that had sat on his head. But now, he was not so pretty, but rather more masculine. His mask extended in the back slightly and the teeth were bigger, giving him a fierce appearance that matched the striped jacket and loincloth, his body covered in the same stripes as cloth wrapped around his legs, leaving his almost cat like feet free, fur covering his elbows and knees. Soi-Fon had to muse that he made a good cat but wondered if he knew how to use those claws of his.
“Such a pussy cat,” Soi-Fon purred, eyes glowing. She had been hanging out with the Eleventh division lately and it was amusing to her just how many of their traits she had been picking up lately without meaning to. It amused her just how fun it was too tease her opponents, especially when said opponent started to snarl and lunged at her once more, odd looking weapons coming to her.
Using the opening, she laid the first sting before disappearing to lay the second, a slice appearing in her sleeve and a cut starting to ooze on her arm as she landed on a small pillar that decorated the roof. Landing, she chuckled and stroked Suzumebachi on her arm, Ggio turning quickly on his feet and snarling before the sound cut off as a butterfly spread out on his chest.
“What the fuck...” he muttered, eyes wide as Soi-Fon chuckled once more.
“Nigeki kessatsu, my shikai’s special ability. It takes a poison that attacks you and your reiryoku, destroying your very being,” she hummed, smirking once more as the Fraccion disappeared into the large butterfly, releasing her shikai and sliding Suzumebachi into its sheath. “Ichigo was right. All that training with different squad members did come in handy.”
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