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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 37

Characters: Tosen, Aizen, Gin

Word count: 1,716

Warnings: Just talking about things

AN: We're setting things up here. :D Which is good. We're seeing the bad guys here and getting into their heads. Things shall be interesting that's for sure!
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“Ye’re thinkin’ hard there, Aizen-sama,” Gin drawled as he walked into the office, arms tucked into the taicho’s haori that he wore, smile ever present on his lips. Aizen hummed and turned away from his contemplation of the outside world past his window, brown eyes taking in his subordinate. The younger male was smiling, his eyes hidden from the rest of the world while silver hair fell down over his forehead, giving him a much more fox like look.
Aizen shook his head in some amusement and waved a hand to the small table that was already set with a tea set and snacks. “Please, sit, Gin. We are just waiting for Tosen,” he said, standing and pulling off the brown sweater that sat on his shoulders and placed it onto a coat rack before taking a seat as Gin sat at the small table. “How have things been going in your division?” he asked, tilting his head as he poured hot water from the plugged in kettle over a tea strainer.
Gin chuckled and tilted his head. “Aww, are ya worried ‘bout me?” he asked, blinking at the other and trying to pull off an innocent look that just didn’t come off correctly.
“Hardly but I do care about you, Gin,” Aizen chuckled softly, handing the tea over and placing a few of the cookies onto a plate, setting it there along side the tea.
“I know, Aizen-sama,” Gin chuckled, nodding his head in thanks, sliding tea cup and plate closer, watching as the water darkened as the tea steeped. “Did little Momo-chan make ya some cookies?” he asked curiously.
“She did indeed. She knew that I have a meeting with you and Tosen set up for today during our lunch and she was nice enough to make snacks,” Aizen drawled, smiling slightly, a hidden edge to it as he rolled his shoulders in some amusement. “But do tell me how things are going.”
“It’s going well enough all things considered, Aizen-taicho,” Gin drawled, chuckling as he removed the tea strainer and placed it onto a small platter used just for that purpose. “Kira-chan is doing pretty good as my fukutaicho and has been since I scooped his pretty little head up. He’s been a good addition and helps makes things run smoothly,” he continued, biting into one of the cookies and humming. “Kind of dry.”
“Any kind of cookie that does not require mass amounts of butter seem to be a sore point for Momo-fukutaicho,” Aizen drawled as Tosen slid the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind him and activating the privacy wardings.
“What seems to be a sore point?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat down at the table, finding his way despite being unable to see. He knew the office just as well as he knew his own having been there enough times and not needing to use his reiryoku to get around.
“Momo-chan’s inability to make a good cookie that doesn’t involve a lot of butter,” Gin drawled as Aizen made Tosen a cup of tea and offered him two of the cookies. “Did ya hear about our own little Kuchiki’s report?” he asked, tasting his tea and finding it perfect.
“We did,” Tosen stated, nodding his head in thanks as he took the tea cup and cookies. “It is surprising to hear about a child being raised by creatures that we weren’t able to find,” he said.
“Indeed. I believe though that she may have run across the very male that we have been looking for all of these years,” Aizen stated, smiling very slightly as he made his own cup of tea. “We wondered where our dear Ichigo disappeared off to since it was as if someone was stopping us from even finding mentions of him, both here and in the living world,” he continued, tapping his fingers on the table. “I take it you’ve both have received the summons to the taicho’s meeting to discuss the letter?”
“Of course,” Gin chirped, chuckling softly as Tosen scowled in his direction as he placed his own strainer down onto the plate and broke one cookie in half with the same hand.
“Do you think we will get the full details or not?” Tosen asked, turning to face Aizen, directing the question to him. Aizen hummed softly in thought as he stirred a bit of sugar into his tea.
“I do not know. I know that the basic details is that they did move out of Karakura town during a two to three hour period where Kuchiki-san wasn’t watching over them, so that tells me either they are exiled Shinigami, or…” he trailed, Gin’s eyebrow twitching upwards the only sign of his curiosity. “Or they aren’t Shinigami but rather Demons. Grim Reapers are fast but not quite that fast when it comes to getting everything packed and ready to go. Demons on the other hand, are very good at moving out at a moments notice, their powers allowing them do so when they have no master that puts a leash on their abilities.”
“So it is possible that he is with demons? How would they have even find him?” Tosen asked, looking curious as to how demons would have found Ichigo, much less his family.
“I think they woulda found him like they find all their prey,” Gin drawled, finishing off one cookie before brushing his fingers together with a snicker. “They just follow the pleas and angst of a hurting soul wantin’ revenge,” he continued, Tosen conveying his glare quite easily despite how blind he was.
“It is not quite as simple as that, Ichimaru,” Tosen stated, sneering at the other male before turning to Aizen when he chuckled softly.
“Actually, yes, it can be. If the pain and need for revenge is powerful enough, especially fueled by hatred and pain. Along with the tang of pure power? Makes for wonderful demon bait,” Aizen said, the two of them making inquiring sounds as to what he meant. “Imagine this, our dear young Kurosaki has just found his father and sisters. Just murdered by some unknown assailant, power dancing over their bodies because no matter how much training one has, we do tend to leave a bit of power lingering.”
“So angstin’ away, he calls a demon to himself to help find out who killed his baby sister’s and his daddy dearest, leavin’ him all alone in the big, wide world,” Gin continued for him, Aizen nodding his head. “Why is it that a demon goes for the ones that are hurtin’?” he wondered.
“I have spoken to a few demons in my time, learning of the ways of Hueco Mundo and the imbalance of this world and they all say that the pain and anger of revenge makes the soul sweeter,” Aizen replied. “Of course, this all depends upon the soul itself. There is also the matter of how pure the soul is. Killing, sex, hate, love, pain and pleasure, everything leaves a mark upon ones very being. The purer the soul the sweeter it is. The darker souls tend to leave behind a bit of an ashy taste, or so I’m told, and those souls that are made of evil and nonredeemable are like maggots and worms.”
“So a pure soul is like a perfectly done cupcake. All pretty and spongy. But a soul dipped in sins is like a pile of rotten garbage,” Gin summarized.
“Indeed,” Aizen chuckled. “And young Kurosaki’s soul will be sweet indeed for those demons. He was a sweet child and one that protected those who couldn’t protect themselves,” he continued, rolling his shoulders. “Along with his power, his soul would be a highly prized treat.”
Tosen grunted and finished off his first cookie and draining his tea. “So we think that she perhaps found them but tipped them off?” he asked after a few minutes.
“That is correct,” Aizen said, nodding his head as he tasted his tea before humming softly in pleasure at the blend.
“What do ya think they were doin’ in Karakura?” Gin asked, curious about the man’s thoughts. His mind was processing the information at a rate that would have given most headaches, but he knew that there was something more going on. He had known it for many a year when he had first started to follow after Aizen. The man wanted to change things, set things right once more but lately it had gotten to a point where it was as if the older male had lost his original path.
It was worrisome to Gin, his blue eyes slitting open a bit more before closing to their normal size once more.
“I think they may have been there to settle things with Kurosaki’s family estate, if anything. My spies have noticed that people were going in and out of the house for a time there, cleaning by the looks of things, but then nothing at all,” Aizen hummed. He poured more tea for himself when he found that he had finished his first cup.
Tosen stroked one richly colored cheek, the dark brown of his skin paling just a bit as the warning gongs rang out. “This is unexpected,” he said finally, Aizen scowling heavily in displeasure at the meeting being interrupted by whatever it was. “Have either of you heard of anything happening?” he asked.
“No. This is something that was not seen and not planned for,” Aizen said, standing up from the table. “Come, we must go meet with the other taichos as much as we do not wish to,” he continued.
Gin nodded as he and his fellow taicho stood up, leaving the office to be cleaned up by a lower officer later on. His mind was whirling with what could have possibly happened that would send one of their people scrambling to set off the gong. He didn’t like surprises and he knew Aizen didn’t like them even worse than he. It was going to be a long, long day.
And he had a feeling that it would be a long, long night too.
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