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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: 42

Characters: Gin, Ichigo

Word count: 1,666

Warnings: violence and talking

My Eternal Thanks goes to CutsyCat for taking on this behemoth of a story for me. Without her and Affy, I would be in forever editing hell. *hugs them*

AN: And such, we learn more. *chuckles* We're really getting into it aren't we? *cackles*
Note: It has been an amazingly busy few days. My friend is buying a trailer and we moved her (mostly) on Saturday. I came home and just crashed out from 7 that night until 9:30 the next morning when my body went into panic and I ended up with an asthma attack. I'm fine, throat was raw though.
And today, I went shopping for a few bits and pieces for the coming holidays. I still have a lot to do.
But for now, enjoy! I go back to my insanity.
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“Well, well, well, aren’t ya a pretty one?” Turning on the balls of one foot, Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the slit-eyed, silver-lavender haired male that stood there before him, looking rather amused by it all.
He tilted his head and snorted. “Great, yeah, just my luck that you’re the one that has found me first,” he drawled in return. “And my lover would be rather unhappy with you if he heard you say such things,” he continued, lips pulling into a smile. “And just who are you?”
Gin chuckled softly and shook his head, hair swinging. “Just my luck that you would have a lova,” he said, hands tucked up in the sleeves of his kosode. “I am Gin Ichimaru, taicho of the Third Divisin’ and we’ve been lookin’ for ya,” he introduced, watching brown eyes sparkle with amusement.
“Have you really? It’s not like I’ve been out and about lately,” Ichigo mused, shrugging before he laughed lowly. “I suppose we should fight now. Make it seem believable since you’re not on my list. At least my current list,” he continued. Gin blinked at him and tilted his head, making the other male smile at having made the unblinking shinigami actually do so. “I have bigger fish to fry and I do have a general idea of who I need to fry.”
“Oh do you?” Gin asked, curious about the male before him. No one had said anything about the young man having a list of people that he was after at the moment. He doubted that anyone actually knew that fact really, but he figured that it was something that would be good to know. He made a note to remember whatever the young male offered, even if it seemed to be offered with a plan in mind. “Now I’m curious,” he drawled, removing his arms from inside of his kosode and stepped closer, watching Ichigo as he watched him in return.
“Always curious from what your file says about you,” Ichigo hummed, making Gin pause in his place, staring at Ichigo in a whole new light. “Oh yes, we have the files of everyone that we think would be a good idea to watch. Why? Because we’ve had many a year to plan this after all,” he purred, smirking in a way much like his guardians. The smirk that made it’s way over sweet pink lips made Gin think twice about going up against the young male before him. There was something almost deadly about the sharpness of that smile.
“So I take it you’re here for a reason,” Gin drawled even as he found himself dodging out of the way of the strike from the oversized zanpactou. “And apparently you can wield that thing you call a weapon quite well.”
“Oh yes, I can wield Zangetsu quite well, really I can. You see, I’m not just the normal, every day shinigami,” Ichigo hummed, watching as Gin smoothly pulled his own zanpactou free and slashed at him in return, making him dance out of the way. He was praising the fact that his guardians had decided that he needed to learn so many styles of fighting. And later, how to mix and mingle them into something of his own that was cohesive to fighting with and without his zanpactou. He knew that there would be times where he wouldn’t be able to have it in hand and would have to fight hand to hand.
Gin frowned slightly, trying to get a peg on the kids fighting style but finding it hard to do. It was as if he didn’t have to use the same move over and over again but instead could mix what moves he used. It flowed, the lean body almost dancing around as they traded slices and jabs with their zanpactous. The two blades slid together, creating sparks before the two men pushed away from each other, pointing the tips of their blades at each other. Ichigo held his zanpactou in one hand, wrist loose but ready to snap out, the rest of his body almost relaxed in stance.
Gin held his own zanpactou with one hand, pointed out before drawing it down so that it was held parallel to one leg, eyes taking in every inch of the other. He noted that he had apparently landed a few nicks with the tip of Shinso. “You have quite a bit of training, and yur reitsu is controlled, to a point, but the size of your zanpactou says that it should be less controlled and instead more wild. It’s almost as if you personify contradictions,” he mused as they came to a rest.
Ichigo smiled. “Ah, now you’re getting it. Your file did say that you are smart, amazingly so. But due to your upbringing in such a low level district of the Rukigon, many tend to ignore the fact that you have to be smart and savvy to get to where you are with no clan backing,” he hummed, shifting so that he was just standing with his feet together, prim and proper even as he swung his zanpactou back and forth lazily next to his shoulder, the blade pointing outwards. “You see, this place rots. It stinks of it but...no one sees it because they’re blind to it, used to the stink. It’s only when someone applies a kick to their asses do they tend to see and smell.”
“And ya smell and see this shit?” Gin asked, sliding to the right as Ichigo slid to the left in a slow slide of feet. The sweet smile that spread over Ichigo’s lips made a shiver run up and down the taicho’s spine, wariness creeping into his being. “You do, don’tcha?” he asked.
“I have for the last three years, Gin-san, if that’s what you’re asking me. You see, there is so much corruption going that all it does is rot the rest of Soul Society, and is slowly creeping into the Living World,” Ichigo purred as he flashed forward, keeping his speed down. He didn’t want to kill the man before him, just put the seeds of knowledge into his head. The files had been informative if one knew what they were looking for amongst the bullshit and half truths.
It helped though that Urahara had been putting files on everyone that would have any kind of impact on the future together even before he became taicho of the Twelfth Division. His information tended to be a bit more useful to the group than Yoruichi's.
“You know more then you’re sayin’,” Gin drawled as he brought up his short zanpactou up to deflect the blade, feeling as if he was being treated with kid gloves. It didn’t make him mad though, instead it made him curious as to what the younger male knew. The flashing eyes that were so old for one who seemed so young was enough to tell him that he was right.
“Of course I know more then I am saying, Gin-san,” Ichigo purred as they pushed away again. “Nothing is as it seems and no one is safe from what is to come. And I don’t mean what is to come from me and mine, but rather from the one who has learned how to pull strings attached to the darkness, manipulating it to bend to their will. We do not know who is the one pulling them, not fully, but we have a lead on them,” he continued, dodging out of the way as Gin actually attacked him without prompting.
“Ya are working to remove the rot, aren’t you?” Gin asked as they came close, Ichigo nodding his head. “I think I might know who it is but…”
“You can not say can you?” Ichigo asked, Gin giving him a sharp look through barely opened eyes before they once more closed to a more normal look once more. “I thought so. I really must move on though,” he sighed, shoving Gin away from him with a burst of strength and a flash of reitsu.
Gin found himself jerking hard and flying, only to slam into a wall, head slamming against the hard surface. As he slid down the wall, he groaned softly, the edges of his vision going blurry. He watched through blurred eyes as Ichigo walked up to him, pulling out a small vial from what seemed to be a hidden pocket in his outfit. “Wha…?” he slurred out, the young man smiling softly.
“Don’t worry, Gin-san, this won’t kill you. But instead,” Ichigo hummed as he popped the cork in the bottle and poured some silvery sand into the palm of one hand, “you shall sleep and the knock to your head shall be healed. It may even heal some old wounds and play nice with your own energy to clean it up depending on how long you stay under. Goodbye, Gin-san. I do hope you think about what you’ve heard.”
Bringing his hand up to his face, Ichigo blew the sand gently at Gin, watching as the sleeping/healing dust sent the pale man into a deep sleep, catching him when he started to list to the side. Laying him down, he hummed and spread his senses out just a touch, feeling that something was wrapped around the Shinigami’s mind. “You do know who holds the strings, don’t you?” he sighed, standing straight and placing the large anpactou onto his back, frowning to himself. “Soon though the ties that hold you tight shall snap and the ones who took my family from me will be dealt with. And I’ll be able to carry Zangetsu the way I want to. On my hip, instead of my back.”
Huffing, he bounced off to his next destination, knowing that whoever he ran across next, depending on who it was, would be the ones who he surrendered to and moved their plans forward.
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