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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: 3

Chapter title: Wardrobe Malfunctions and Introductions

Characters: Phantomhive Household, Ichigo

Word Count: 2,682

AN: Why yes, I enjoy tormenting any character that I use. Why do you ask?
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It took Ichigo a good two weeks to be able to do more than stumble around as he tried to regain his muscle control and heal enough to move without any pain. During that time, Ciel and Sebastian had spoken about finding clothing that would fit the young man long enough to get some proper fabric for Sebastian to make more clothes for him. They were not going to trust a tailor with their charge's clothing, especially since he was still so young, his mental progress steadily working its way through his fifth year of life.
Once he was well enough, Sebastian had gathered a set of clothing that was simple, all things considered, and gone to Ichigo’s room to help him get dressed and ready for the first time that the rest of the household got to meet him. It had been easy to get the childlike male into the undergarments, pants, shirt, vest and tie, but by the time they had moved onto the shoes and jacket, Ichigo was down to fussing and wiggling, tugging at the clothes.
“Ichigo, please, hold still,” Sebastian requested, trying to catch the slim ankle so he could place a sock onto Ichigo’s foot.
“It doesn’t feel right,” Ichigo whined, his face pulled into a pouting scowl, shaking his head, braided hair swinging. “It’s just not right,” he continued, tugging his foot away and standing up, starting to pace back and forth. He wasn’t trying to whine or complain or make it difficult for Sebastian, but something wasn’t just feeling right for him at that moment, most notably the way he felt in the clothes.
They didn’t feel right. The movement, the freedom, or lack thereof, was off. He just couldn’t get it out into words, his childlike mind making it even harder for him to explain. He stomped his foot and shook his head when Sebastian stood up and tried to move near him.
“No! No, no, no, no!” he screamed, running away from the confused demon as he walked after the frustrated and nearly crying Ichigo. “Doesn’t feel right! I don’t like it!” Ichigo cried out, tugging off the necktie and tossing it to the ground, adding the vest to it with a howl of unhappiness. Sebastian went still as Ichigo threw what looked to be a frustrated tantrum. “I don’t like it!”
Sebastian moved to stop Ichigo as he struggled with the shirt, a few of the buttons popping off, only for the young man to howl a “No!” at him and run through the connecting door into his and Ciel’s room. Sighing softly, he followed after, and frowned at not seeing Ichigo anywhere. The main door was still closed, and the bathroom door was open still, so he couldn’t have hidden in there or run into the hallway, which meant there were only a few places that his charge could be hiding.
Rubbing his chin lightly, Sebastian mused on where to look first before a smile quirked his lips. “Now, where could that silly little Ichigo could have gone off to?” he mused out loud, trailing over the large armoire that Ciel had specially ordered to sit solid on the floor and fit into a niche that used to hold bookcases. He could see the door was just barely opened but he would allow Ichigo to stay hidden for a moment. “Perhaps...he has hidden under the bed.”
Kneeling down, he lifted the bed ruffle and made a show of checking under it, his ears catching a soft rustling sound that he knew well. It was the ruffle of an underskirt, probably one of the ones that Ciel kept for his missions and when he had to pose as a woman. Tilting his head, he stood and dusted off his gloved hands.
“No, not under there.” Turning to armoire, he walked over to it and stood before the door as he stroked his chin. “Perhaps the little one has hidden himself in here, amongst the clothes,” he drawled, pulling open the doors and indeed finding Ichigo sitting on the bottom amongst the clothes and holding a dress that Sebastian knew well from his and Ciel’s less than proper bedroom games. “Ah ha, there you are, Ichigo. What is it that you have there?” he asked, kneeling in the armoire and looking at the dress with him.
“It’s pretty and soft.” Ichigo looked up as he petted the fabric, looking rather shy about something but not moving. “I’m sorry about the vest but...”
“It doesn’t feel like you?” Sebastian took a guess, getting a happy nod that sent Ichigo’s bangs dancing around his face. “I can understand not being able to find the right words, but I think I understand what you mean. What do you want to do then, Ichigo? You must wear clothing after all.”
Ichigo blushed and looked down to idly play with the dress before holding it up. “Can I try it on?” he asked shyly, biting his lip around a smile as Sebastian smiled indulgently at him.
“Well, how about not that one? That one is much too short for a proper lady to wear in public,” Sebastian replied, standing up to lean deeper into the space and digging around to find a proper dress that would go with the other’s coloring. At least until they were able to make some new ones for him if it went well. “Ah ha, I think that this one shall work perfectly,” he mused, standing straight once more, a large box held in his hands. “Come on, Ichigo, back to your room for me. I’ll help you out of that and explain each part of this dress as we go so you understand them.”
“Alright,” Ichigo said happily, placing the dress back into the box that he had found it in. Clambering out, he rushed back to the room and sat on the bed, bouncing in his excitement as Sebastian gathered the rest of what he needed for the dress.
“Very well, let us get you out of those clothing. Now, these are changed a bit for a male's body instead of female's body,” Sebastian said, laying out the layers on the bed, Ichigo standing up to make room. Once the men’s clothing was removed, the demon reminding himself that though Ichigo may look fully grown, his mind was far from it and any sexual thoughts were pushing it. If Ciel knew, the demonic butler knew he would be sleeping in a cold bed for a few days.
As soon as Ichigo was undressed, Sebastian helped him into his stockings and garters, making sure that they were comfortable, before helping him into the specially designed underdrawers. Ichigo smiled happily the entire time, already feeling much better than he had been in the men’s clothing. Even when he was put into the corset, his waist shaped just enough so that he looked more like a woman and Sebastian muttering about men with tiny waists needing to eat more.
“I eat,” Ichigo pouted as Sebastian checked over the corset with a critical eye. “You and Mr. Ciel make sure that I do.”
“Your waist is already so tiny that you could pass as a woman without a corset,” Sebastian stated, making Ichigo tilt his head.
“Then why do I need one?” he asked, fidgeting as he tried to figure out how to breath, Sebastian standing up to show him by example and with a few pokes at the right areas. He allowed the older male to help him into the next layer that would help shape the skirt.
“Because this dress waist is a bit smaller than your natural line,” Sebastian stated. “Are you okay with your breathing?” he asked, eyeing Ichigo who nodded.
“It’s...odd but I can,” Ichigo replied, poking at the corset for a bit. “I won’t have to wear one all the time will I?” he asked curiously, tipping his head down as Sebastian knelt at his feet and tugged at the camisole that had been slipped onto his body.
“No. We’ll get you some dresses that won’t require them. They will mostly be used for home, but when out in public, you will need to wear one but not one so tight,” Sebastian replied, sliding the petticoat on and smoothing it out with a few tugs. “Now for the dress,” he said, having Ichigo lift his arms up. Dropping the dress form over his head, he was soon buttoning and lacing the simple, dark blue dress onto the young man.
The neck line came up to rest just over Ichigo’s clavicle, folding over to smoothly hide a ladies tie should one be chosen to be worn. The front was smooth, only a few seams giving Ichigo what would seem as a bust as the arms tightened slowly from the shoulders going down. There were only a few buttons on the front and lacing in the back to help the shape of the dress retain its looks. The skirt though seemed to fascinate Ichigo with the way it ruffled and moved.
The front panel was smooth and simple but the sides and back were layered ruffles. As the light caught them, the shades of the dress shifted, darkening and lightening, making him giggle in delight. Sebastian smiled softly as he knelt down to make sure that all of the ruffles were laying correctly and everything was sitting right.
“Alright, Ichigo, time for your shoes now,” Sebastian said, leading Ichigo to a chair and showing him how best to sit to be able to breath and not feel faint. Moving to the bed, he gathered the simple black boots that he had chosen and came to kneel before Ichigo once more. Taking one stocking foot, he slipped the boot on and laced it up, making sure that it sat comfortably on Ichigo’s foot and around his ankle before continuing with the next shoe. He took his time, wanting Ichigo to look his best when he met the rest of the household, pride flooding through him at the happy smile he was getting. “We must trim your hair first and then we can put it up in a nice hairstyle.”
“Really?” Ichigo asked, playing with a bit of his hair before turning to Sebastian. “Alright, I trust you. Then we will go see Mr. Ciel?”
Sebastian smiled and nodded, still amazed at how smoothly English had come to the younger man, even if he did tend to slip into Japanese when he was tired or really excited about something. “Yes, then we go see Ciel.” Standing up, he found a pair of scissors and Ichigo’s brush, taking the time to smooth out the long locks before trimming and shaping his hair. As soon as he had the brightly colored hair under control, he worked to sweep it into a simply elegant bun that sat at the base of Ichigo’s neck with his bangs falling around his eyes and face to add to his innocent look.
“Can I see now?” Ichigo asked, barely restraining himself from bouncing on the chair as Sebastian placed the last of the pins into his hair.
“Yes, you may go see yourself now,” Sebastian chuckled, patting the young ones head and letting him walk quickly over to the mirror and gaze at himself, eyes wide and happy.
“Oh...” Ichigo breathed, smoothing his hands down over his front as he twisted and turned to see all of it. “It feels right. Even if I don’t like the pinchy feeling,” he said, beaming at Sebastian and getting a smile from the demon in return.
“Now, you are ready to meet the rest of the household,” Sebastian said, taking Ichigo’s hand and leading him out of the bedroom, letting the young man gaze around them with wide eyes and awe, clinging to his arm. Chuckling, he opened the door to the dining room where everyone sat at the table, waiting for them.
Ichigo squeaked and hid behind Sebastian, suddenly very shy about everyone there. Pluto lifted his head and let his tail wave a few times, being careful not to hit anything this time. Tanaka was the first to spot them, smiling a gentle smile at the shyly peeking Ichigo, amused that the young one pulled off looking like a young girl much better than his Master Ciel.
Ichigo smiled in return, noting that the older man was dressed much like Sebastian was, thinking that maybe he too was a butler, an old man or not, and looked quite nice, despite his odd, short appearance. He looked to the other occupants who were then staring at him with various expressions of the other servants. He placed names with the physical descriptions and stories that he had heard with the person as his eyes ran over them.
Mey-Rin was sweet looking, playing with her glasses and looking rather shocked at seeing him dressed the way he was. Her hair was indeed the short, dark red that he was told it was and made him smile even more as she seemingly suddenly tripped over air. Finnian was staring in awe too, blond hair indeed held back by pins and looking very much like the gardener that he was. Bardroy did indeed look like a blond, scruffy American, cigarette perched in his mouth as he stared with wide eyes and open mouth. Snake though had to be the oddest of them all, bits of his skin looking much like snake skin as he stood and stared with a blank face and yellow eyes.
Ciel, though, was staring at him, surprised that he was in a dress and quite happy about it. Narrowing his eye, his other one covered by the eye patch once more, he made a note to ask Sebastian about what had happened earlier.
It was Bardroy's string of curses that broke the surprised silence. The man had jumped up from his chair and was smashing out the cigarette that had apparently dropped from his mouth and landed in his lap, almost burning delicate bits. Patting himself to make sure everything was still there, they all paused before looking up at the delicate giggles that came from Ichigo as he covered his mouth with one hand.
“Well, everyone, I would like you to meet Ichigo. He...she when there are other’s about, will be staying with us for just over a year, if not longer,” Ciel stated, Bardroy whimpering at the thought that he had just had the thoughts about the young ‘lady’ that he had. Sebastian just gave him a look, telling him that the demon knew exactly what he was thinking and that something would be said later.
“Konnichiwa,” Ichigo greeted shyly, looking down before he looked up through his lashes and waved. Bardroy whimpered again. Finnian blushed heavily. Mey-Rin squealed softly, something about cuteness being too much before fainting right into Finnian’s arms. Pluto barked happily and Snake looked everywhere but Ichigo. Ciel sighed as Tanaka’s eyes flared brightly, mentally promising that anyone that dared to hurt the young ‘lady’ before them would find themselves over a roasting pit.
Ciel and Sebastian eyed the old man before them and sighed, wondering just how many people Ichigo would ensnare into protecting him without knowing that he was doing it.
“Ocha shimasen ka?” Tanaka asked, standing up with a smile. Ichigo blinked several times at him before beaming happily and bowing.
“Hai, onegai shimasu,” he chirped brightly.
“What did he just ask?” Finnian asked, innocent eyes darting between Ichigo and Tanaka and then over to Sebastian and Ciel.
“Tanaka asked if Ichigo would like some tea and Ichigo said yes,” Sebastian stated, smiling at them. As they eyed him, he could feel the questions coming on and stopped them by saying “I know many a language. After all, I am one hell of a butler.”
The groans were heard all around as Ichigo tilted his head to the side cutely, Tanaka heading to make fresh tea for him and his new protectee. “What does that mean?” was the much too cute question.
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