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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji, Devil May Cry or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 4
Characters: Ichigo, Dante, Vergil
Word count: 1,870
Warnings: Nothing really.
AN: I am tired but I got this bitch up and posted! I hope you all enjoy!

I do have to warn you I’m not posting on this story on the 26^th. Why? Because I’m going out for a birthday celebration.

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Sitting back from his current piece of artwork with a groan, Ichigo dropped his wooden tool into the cup of water and slowly stretched his arms over his head. He pushed the focused light out of his way with a squint. He stared at the half-done sculpture that he had been working on for the last month, the carefully wrapped box arriving the day that he had fully settled in.

He had decided that for the mid-terms that were coming up and for an art contest, he would be doing a recreation of a scene from Sebastian’s and Ciel’s history. Or rather from their so-called fiction book called “His Butler”. He knew though that it was all fact with changed names though and had decided that the scene where Ciel and Sebastian danced for the first time would be the best one to do.

It that wasn’t including the fact that it had also been the very first time that Ciel had cross-dressed in his life though.

It was far from done and the skirt of the dress was giving him fits with all the folds and dips that came from the movements of the waltz, making him glare at the enlarged photo he was working off of.

As it was, he had only gotten the basic shapes carved out in the clay, but he was now working on filling in details.

Sighing, he shook his head and stood, grabbing the small bucket that he used for his water and his tools, he walked into his bathroom, a Jack and Jill bathroom that had a third door into the hallway. He knew that Dante and Vergil both had their own bathrooms so wasn’t all that worried. Dumping the water through a sieve to catch any loose bits of clay, the small sponge that he used plopping into it, he made sure that the hot water was running to help wash the silt and water down the drain. Once done, he poured a tiny bit of a specialized cleaner down the drain before cleaning the sponge, squeezing it out, rinsing out the bucket, and cleaning off his hands.

Putting the sieve and sponge into the bucket, he dropped it off into his bedroom, spritzed his project and wrapped it up with a light wrapping of damp muslin around the stand base. Turning away, he went to his small table nearby, and poured the last of his tea into his cup, blowing out the tea candle under it. Turning around, he sipped at his tea while debating on if he should wrap it up for the night or not.

Eyeing it and his cup, he decided he needed more tea before he did anything else.

The house was quiet.

He had heard Vergil heading to bed two hours before, and Dante was still down in the main lobby area. Shaking his head as he walked from the top to about halfway down the steps, he found that he was perfectly positioned over Dante’s desk to see what he was doing. Scattered over the top of the desk were a multitude of sketches. They were done in both pencil and pen, a nearly full file box sitting next to the half demon’s feet as he sketched out what looked to be a portrait of Ichigo.

Cocking an eyebrow, Ichigo leant against the railing, teapot still in hand as he watched Dante work, admitting that the man was good. He had an eye for detail and could sketch out a face rather easily. Tilting his head, braid shifting and falling to hang over one of his shoulders, he hummed, the sound loud in the silence as Dante jerked around and narrowed his eyes at him.

“Oh, don’t go getting huffy. I’m just here for tea before I go back to killing my back over this damn sculpture,” Ichigo snorted, pushing away from the railing and walking down the stairs. “I’ll be leaving you alone don’t worry,” he promised, walking past the desk as he headed for the kitchen.

He heard the shuffling of paper, remembering that some of it had looked as if it had been scrap-paper or loose paper, some of it looking like it had come from the recycling box as he filled the water kettle. Placing the kettle back onto its base, he pressed the start button, watching as the heating process started, the numbers counting down for him as he moved to his tea pot. It was as he was placing some fresh loose leaf into the little basket that came with his pot that he heard Dante move the box, making him smile to himself.

When the timer finished counting down, and the kettle clicked off, he picked it up off of its base and poured the hot liquid over the tea leaves before putting it back onto the base. Putting his teapot lid on, he picked the pot up carefully, idly noting that he would have to take a soft bristle brush to his nails to get the clay off them later on. Shaking his head, he stopped at a cabinet and dug out a couple bags of chips for later, holding them in his mouth since the teapot require two hands to carry when full. Walking past Dante, he raised an eyebrow at the look he was getting, a new piece of paper laid out before him, the rest of the pages gone, and the box put wherever he had hidden it.

Heading back up the steps, Ichigo walked into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. Placing the pot onto the small table by his door, he flipped his laptop open and woke it up, nibbling at his bottom lip in thought, eyes narrowed as he pulled up his music player, starting a slow, sultry song. Happy with the choice, he moved back to his project and sprayed the material down, wanting to sketch something out first.

Finding one of his new sketchbooks and the right pencils, he walked over to his bed and knelt next to it, reaching under and pulling out his foldable floor table. Flipping it over once he had dragged it to the middle of the room, he pulled the legs up and sat it upright. Putting his sketchbook and pencils on it, he then moved his desk lamp to sit on it, opening the book to a new page, and pencil moving over the paper lightly.

It didn’t take him long to get the basic idea down, getting up only long enough to move his magnifying lamp to get some smaller details down before he shoved it out of his way and sat back. Stretching with a soft moan, he looked over at his alarm clock and huffed, hearing Dante stroll past his door towards his own room. Standing up, deciding that it was probably a good time to get some sleep, he moved the clay project into a bag, fabric included, spritzing it down again before he packed it away into a cardboard box.

“I really need to find a frickin’ tote box,” Ichigo sighed. Standing up, he went across the hall and fully washed his hands free of the clay and dumped the water that he had gotten earlier. Done with that, he walked back to his bedroom, and put the rest of the tools for his clay up, changing into his pajamas. He eyed his pile of sketchbooks for a long moment before he found a rather thick one. Slipping out of his room, he headed back downstairs and laid the sketchbook onto Dante’s desk under some papers that he knew the devil would look at later.

Heading back to his room, he left the main door opened and closed the door that lead to his bedroom, cleaning up his room a bit before he laid down with a groan. Stretching his arms up and over his head, he relaxed with a sigh before flipping over onto his side, smiling.

It was around mid-afternoon when he finally dragged himself out of bed, blinking at the rather large flat bottomed and tall sided tote set that he had been eyeing at the art store. He had told Dante that it was one kind of set that would be able to hold all his current projects without drying them out since they were dark all around. The smaller containers that came with them would be used to hold smaller projects or just blocks of clay, but he had never found the ones that didn’t have the hugest container as a part of it.

But there before him sat a set in the middle of his sitting room, looking as if it had just been forgotten about while they had been moving things around, but he knew that he hadn’t had a set. Deciding to leave it for the moment, he carried his clothes to the bathroom and showered before he dressed, heading down the stairs to find food. He rolled his eyes at the fact that Dante had once more ordered enough pizza to drown a cat in the cheese alone, but smiled when Vergil pointed at a pile of smaller boxes that had his name on them.

“We ordered you some pasta, that one dessert that you rather liked, and breadsticks. They are still all fresh,” Vergil said as he continued entering files into his computer.

Ichigo hummed and sat down on the couch, finding that someone had left a fork with his food for him. Looking over at Dante, he smirked slightly at finding that the man was already sketching something out in his new sketchpad. “Thanks.”

Two pairs of ice-blue eyes flicked up to him, knowing just who he was thanking and for what he was thanking them for. And it wasn’t for the food. Vergil smirked over at his brother before he returned to his computer, Dante rolling his eyes and biting into his pizza slice.

“Hey, remind me ta tell Trish to fuck off for a while yeah? She called asking me why we weren’t in London’s office,” Dante drawled, Ichigo looking over at him in question as he opened his breadsticks. “Her and Lady work together a lot like me and Vergil do. They were on an out of town trip when you dropped in. We moved our main offices there, but someone is usually in this office,” he explained, shrugging a shoulder.

“I had wondered why there was a full set up down in the basement when I went to do some laundry,” Ichigo said after he had swallowed a bite of his breadsticks.

“Yeah, and I got ta tell her to fuck off with any extra missions since we’re working such a long one right now,” Dante drawled, going back to his sketchbook and pizza. He flipped to a new page, halfway done with the picture of his mate, and started one of Ichigo instead. He smiled at the long hair that was loose and flowing over the couch. All around, the devil had to wonder just how young Ichigo was since he looked painfully young.

Shaking his head, he huffed and pouted at the chuckle that came from his mate.
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