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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: 40

Chapter title: You Could Have Helped Faster

Characters: Harribel, Byakuya, Zommari, Ryuuken, Uryuu

Word Count: 1,389

AN: Another chapter posted. ;3 I hope you guys enjoy.
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Standing before the large black Espada, Byakuya hummed lowly and stroked Senbonzakura’s hilt, eyes dark as he contemplated making the offer that most of the other Espada were getting. He sighed after a few minutes of listening to the Espada before him go on and on and on about Aizen’s virtues and power, deciding not to.
“I do not particularly care about Aizen outside of watching him die in a most painful way,” Byakuya finally stated, cutting in Zommari Rureaux’s rant, feeling a headache work through his head already. Zommari’s eyes widened before narrowing to glare at him, a disgusted look flashing over his face.
“A weak child such as yourself shall never know Aizen-sama’s true power,” Zommari sneered, pulling Brujeria from its sheath as Byakuya pulled his own Zanpakuto free, holding him to the side.
“Weak am I? I do not suggest you think of using that Gemelos Sonido of yours though,” Byakuya chuckled, watching the surprise flit over the Espada’s face. “Oh yes, I know exactly who you are. Zommari Rureaux, Seventh Espada. Your zanpakuto’s name is Brujeria and your special technique without it is the Gemelos Sonido, which creates semi-solid to solid clones that can bleed according to how fast you move. It sounds much like a technique that an old friend uses,” he chuckled, enjoying the way he was able to off put his opponent. “I suggest you release your Resurreccion, for I will not be kind to you.”
Zommari snarled, clenching Brujeria tightly in his hand, wondering just where this upstart bastard had gotten his information from. Snorting, he brought his zanpakuto up before him and said, “It still will not save you. Shizumare.” Releasing the hilt one finger at a time, his head ticked hard to the side several times before completely holding, hands held before him in a prayer, his pupils going wide. Brujeria’s blade started to twist into a square like spiral, bursting into smoke that slowly covered him, turning almost goop like.
As the goop disappeared, Byakuya jerked and worked hard to keep his disgust off his face at the horrendous pink monstrosity that Zommari had become. “Oh, that is not...Dear God,” Byakuya shuddered, shaking his head and feeling Senbonzakura vibrate in agreement. Zommari had gone from a semi normal looking Espada to having a large pink...‘Pumpkin?’ he mused…around his legs, several eyes around it, making him shudder. He knew he just had to distract the man from Harribel, who was moving into a better position to attack from the back.
He just hoped that it would not take long otherwise he was going to hurt someone for taking so long. Byakuya did not like the feeling that he was going to end up in a lot of pain if she didn’t move it along.
Bringing up Senbonzakura before his face, Byakuya narrowed his eyes at his opponent. “Chire.” With the word, the blade of his zanpakuto started to shatter into the sakura colored blades which started to swirl around his feet. “Shall we start then?” he asked, his hand twitching and sending a stream of the blades at Zommari, unsurprised when the large man was able to move out of the way, sending another stream at the other and keeping him moving.
Byakuya made sure that he kept moving too, knowing just how the resurreccion worked. With each eye, Zommari could take over a piece of a person’s body, making them do whatever he wanted. If the Espada could, he would take over the persons head and in essence, control the whole body. Byakuya just had to keep moving fast enough to out run any shadows, not to mention keeping from any shadows. He sighed as he felt a tug on his arm, eyes glancing down at it as Zommari smirked.
“You are weak! I told you this and now you shall die at my hand,” he boasted, putting his hands on his hips and controlling Byakuya’s arm to slowly bring it up, the blades of Senbonzakura responding sluggishly to the movement and coming closer to their master.
Byakuya just snorted and used his other hand to direct the blades, cutting into his arm and making it useless, leaving it hanging down his side. “Idiot. I told you, I know what you can and cannot do,” he stated, reforming Senbonzakura and holding it out to his side, blade pointing down before smirking. “Chire,” he purred as he let the zanpakuto drop down, watching as it disappeared into a pool of water, black surrounding them as several zanpakuto’s that looked like much larger Senbonzakuras appeared around them before shattering once more. “Let’s see how you react to this,” he purred, causing the petal like knives swirl and start to attack the large man.
He smirked as they came swirling down over Zommari, flying over his body in a swirl of pink. If his thoughts were right, the large pumpkin like structure on his bottom half would surround him to protect him but the eyes would also be closed, allowing Harribel to get into that final position. Once the petals parted, what he thought would happen was proven true, a large ball of pink standing in place of Zommari.
“Idiot,” Zommari laughed as he slowly unfurled himself from the ball, Harribel snorting behind him as she shoved a hand through his chest.
“You are nothing but the Seventh amongst us, Zommari,” she purred as her hand twitched and started to glow within the other Espada. “You are weak compared to me but yet you held yourself in such high regards. So very foolish, not to even notice that you and your precious Aizen-sama were being played by some of his most trusted,” she chuckled as she released the cero inside of him. His scream of anger and pain were quickly cut off as he quite literally blew up, Byakuya growling loudly at the fact that he was suddenly covered in Espada shark bait.

“Did you have to do that?” he asked, wiping his face and flicking the blood and bits to the side. “And couldn’t you have moved faster?” he snarled, Harribel smirked as she simply used her powers to rinse off with a bit of water.
“I am sorry, Byakuya-san but I had to move into place to hit him just right without being stopped,” Harribel stated, using a bit of water to help remove the blood from the noble. “You knew I was going to make him explode.”
“Yes, I know but I wasn’t expecting something so...bloody or something that would leave so many bits,” Byakuya grumped, getting a chuckle from the normally stoic woman. “I am going to be washing my hair and kenseikan for hours, if not days,” he growled, removing said item from his hair and wrinkling his nose at having to pull a pink stripe of cloth free from it. “His clothes changed into that thing?”
“Yes. All of our outfits can do that if we so wish. Some of us though use the same stuff that makes up our mask to create them. He didn’t like the feel of it when he tried so he worked to shift it so that it was cloth instead of bone like fabric,” Harribel chuckled, patting his arm. “Come, let us get that arm fixed so that you can wash. I’m sure that I heard of a couple of men that were eying you rather well,” she teased, watching in glee as a delicate blush spread over the noble male’s cheeks.
“Shush, woman,” Byakuya huffed with no real heat as they headed down to the healers tent. He was quickly healed by Unohana herself, the woman having moved to the healer’s camp during all of the fighting, knowing that her people would be fine on their own. He was caught off guard though when Uryuu stalked up to him, muttering about idiot Shinigami and how they could never stay clean before he was dragged off to a somewhat private shower where Ryuuken was waiting with several cleaning supplies.
Byakuya quickly put up a silencing ward at the dual smirks that flitted over the Quincy’s faces, sure that he wouldn’t be needed for a bit of time. At least...long enough to get clean, then dirty and then clean again...
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