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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: 38

Characters: Taicho meeting

Word count: 1,770

Warnings: Just talking about things

AN: And Next post shall be the lovely start of all of this!
But first, I'm having to warn you guys. Due to real life being the way it is and me preparing for National Novel Writing Month that starts next month, I'm going to cut down to only posting twice a week for the next couple of months. This means on Monday's you'll get a post of this and on Fridays you'll get a post of a mini story.
This will change again after I finish November, or after the New Year, which ever happens first. If I happen to finish posting this fic before that time, I'll continue on with the posting schedule seeing as the next story is only 26 chapters long.
I'm sorry about this, I really am, but I need to have that time freed up for the moment. Hugs to you all!
Enjoy.
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Despite the hustle and bustle outside that had been going on since the first gong had rang out, the taichos of the Gotei 13 were calm and collected. Mostly. Histugaya was glaring at everyone while Soi-Fon was muttering about being out there to bring the intruders in. Dead or alive, but preferably dead in her opinion.
“Silence!” Yamamoto yelled, his eyes dancing over the taichos before him, taking in their faces and the words that they had been talking. “Jūshirō-taicho, your division was the ones to spot the intruders, correct?” he asked, turning to a man with long, silver hair standing next to his brunet friend who wore a pink haori over his uniform and taichos haori.
“Ah, yes, my ninth seat did. She was out on a basic patrol around the grounds, training some of my newer recruits,” Jūshirō said, shifting on his feet and frowning down at a report in his hand. “The patrol group was going past the walls between the Twelfth and the Thirteenth when they spotted five people who split up. One headed towards the Twelfth and Eleventh, a young man with dark hair and glasses. Their one female of the group left with him, while the other two, two red heads, one with sharp teeth, headed for what I can guess as the Tenth division. I believe that the red heads split up after a time though, the lighter of the two heading for the Tenth still while the one with the sharp teeth headed for the clan section of the Seireitei,” he said, flipping through his notes with a heavy frown on his lips.
“Do we know where they are now?” Soi-fon asked, eyes narrowed in thought as she stared at Jūshirō .
“Not at the moment, no. Apparently they were able to give my people the slip after a bit of time,” Jūshirō admitted. “They are new and still not that good at tracking yet after all,” he stated, glaring at the look of disgust on her face. “We can not blame them for having them give her the slip when the intruders are quite obviously well trained themselves,” he stated, making everyone mutter softly.
“So what are we to do with them?” Shunsui asked, tipping his hat back as he gazed at their sou-taicho who looked deep in thought.
Yamamoto finally tapped his cane on the floor very gently. “We will capture them. No killing them, no maiming them, just capturing them. I want them caught before we do anything else,” he stated. “The Central 46 has nothing to do with this so if I find out that you disregarded my orders for theirs, I shall see to it that you punished.” He paused, opening his eyes a bit more to swept a hard glare over the taichos before him. “Severely.”
“Do we know anything about them outside of what was seen by Jūshirō -taicho’s people?” Tosen asked, tilting his head to the side as Aizen shifted on his feet and frowned slightly. They both knew that no Shinigami would listen to a decree from the Central 46 since Yamamoto had assumed complete control of the intruders, as was his right as the sou-taicho, the leader of their military force. Which put a leash on any plans that they may have started out with.
Maruyi stepped forward and waved some papers around. “The moment we heard the gongs we started to sweep the recordings for the intruders. We do have pictures of them, and very basic readings since we have very little time to actually see them,” he stated, handing out the papers. “Nemu was able to create these before we came here for the meeting. Each subject is labeled with a letter and observations of them.”
“So we see,” Gin drawled, reading over the information. “Subject A. Approximate age: 18. Hair color: fire red. So specific. Eye color: brown. Height: approximately five eight to five nine. Zanpactou on back suggests an unknown shinigami. Suggestion is to watch and ambush,” he said.
“Subject B,” Aizen picked up. “Female. Approximate age: 18. Hair color: Caramel brown. Eye color: grey. Height: approximately five five to five seven. Human. Spiritual power level reading unknown at this time.”
“Subject C. Quincy. Male. Approximate age: 18. Hair color: black. Eye color: blue,” Hitsugaya read off, clicking his tongue. “Approximate height: five eight to five nine. Subject D. Unknown male. Approximate age: 25. Hair color: bloody red. Eye color: fluorescent green eyes. Approximate height: five five to five eight. Notes: possibly a rogue Grim Reaper. Suggestions is to send a letter to the offices of the Grim Reapers and find out if someone went rogue.”
“I’ve seen him before, I think,” Shunsui mused, tapping the picture of Subject D. “He’s flamboyant but very strong in battle. He came to help with that influx of deaths back about ten years ago, and took out quite a few hollows with his customized death scythe,” he continued, waving the papers a bit. “He’s also scary smart and unpredictable. If he’s helping, we’d take care not to piss him off or hurt anyone that he likes.”
“Why do you say that?” Soi-Fon asked, eyebrow cocking as she sneered at her fellow taicho.
“I say that because it’s the truth. The guy would chop you into little pieces and laugh about it if you pushed him,” Shunsui stated. “A hollow almost got me when we were clearing them out from the soul collection and this Grim Reaper just destroyed it by going at him, taking him out in bits and pieces.”
“Subject D and Subject A have some long ass hair, that’s for sure,” Gin drawled, eyeing the pictures before flipping through the pages and finding better pictures of the four. His eyebrows hitched upwards towards his hairline in surprise at seeing just how long the braid fell. “Really long in A’s case,” he chuckled, the other taicho’s looking to the pictures.
“All of them wear such odd clothing, especially subject A. With the zanpactou on his back, one would think that he would be wearing a shihakusho,” Byakuya mused from his place beside Aizen, holding up the picture and tapping on it. Indeed, everyone noticed that the long haired male wasn’t wearing a shihakusho instead something much different and in colors that seemed to compliment his coloring. “Why is that I wonder?”
“And to have such a large zanpakuto is unheard of. Could it be that it is in constant shikai?” Hitsugaya asked, teal eyes narrowed at the picture as he thought about what it meant to have such a large zanpactou. Something caught his eye, a symbol that sat on his belt and trailed down over his hip before disappearing. “The hell is that?” he asked.
Jūshirō and Shunsui squinted at the marking that Hitsugaya pointed out before sharing a look. “You don’t think…?” the silver haired male asked, the other taichos all gazing at them in curiosity. In some cases, ill-hidden curiosity.
“Well, he has his cheekbones and the only clan that I’ve ever seen who can get away with hair like that would be them,” Shunsui hummed, rubbing at a stubbled cheek.
“What is it, Kyoraku-taicho? Ukitake-taicho?” Yamamoto asked, mentally smirking at the fact that his two brightest students had caught the insignia that sat on Ichigo’s belt for all to see.
Shushui cleared his throat and pointed to the mark. “This. It looks like the insignia of the Shiba clan. A firework exploding with a tail,” he said, everyone looking at the picture. Byakuya’s eyes widened a fraction as the other made sounds of interest.
“An unknown Shiba clan member? Weren’t they removed from power?” Soi-Fon asked, eyes narrowing at the thought of an unknown clan member being able to hide from the watchful eyes of her people.
“If you want to call a wholesale massacre as removing them from power,” Shunsui sneered, most everyone surprised at the words that he had said and the fact that he had actually sneered.
“Only clan members can wear the insignia. There is information of a kido that was made just for the clans so that any insignia of the clan can never be worn by any that are not of blood, or taken in of the clan,” Jūshirō said, a heavy frown on his lips. “So it is possible that he was hidden away when they lost their power and the massacre happened.”
“Interesting,” Yamamoto murmured, making a note to look into the killing of such an influential clan. He had a feeling that somehow the Central 46 had been manipulated into giving that particular order and that was something that was needing to be fixed when he wasn’t focusing on what was going on before him.
“So we have a Shiba Clan child who no one knew about, two ryoka and a Grim Reaper,” Tosen stated, body tense. “What are we to do?”
“We are to do what I have already told you to do. Look for them, bring them in alive and whole. If they are hurt or maimed in anyway, I will be most displeased and the punishment will be most severe,” Yamamoto stated, tapping his cane upon the floor once more, the sound echoing around them. “When you catch the Shiba boy, bring him to the First division cells. I wish to speak with him. But the others, take them to the Fourth division cells. I want them watched over and locked down, but protected,” he continued, everyone nodding their heads in agreements.
Once the meeting had been split up, the various taichos sending their people out to hunt down the people they were looking for, Yamamoto headed to his own office, telling his fukutaicho that he did not want to be disturbed. Once he was alone, his office door barred from entry, he turned to the young man who was standing there, playing with the trailing part of his sash and looking highly amused.
“They saw the insignia huh?” Ichigo asked, chuckling softly as Grell rolled his eyes with fond exasperation.
“They did. So, why only you, two of your friends and Grell-kun? I thought that Sado-san would be a part of it?” Yamamoto asked, Ichigo shrugging one shoulder.
“He will. He’ll be spotted with me later on and caught by the one named Shunsui. The taicho of the Eighth I believe,” Ichigo replied, Yamamoto nodding as they sat to discuss the last of the plans to come.
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