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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: 45

Characters: Yumichika, Ikkaku, Gin, Hitsugaya, Momo, Soi-Fon

Word count: 1,712

Warnings: Violence, fighting, cursing, some blood,

AN: What is to happen next? Well, you're just gonna have to wait until next week to find out! *cackles*
Enjoy!
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“So, you’re sayin’ that yes, you did fuck around with Aizen, but he sucked in bed so you got real good at fakin’ it while with 'em?” Ikkaku drawled as he watched pale skin littered with brand new bruises and nips disappear under soft cloth. Gin smirked at him as Yumichika convinced his hair to lay flat once more.
“Yep,” Gin chuckled, reaching around the pretty male and pull a jar forward. “Try this one. Works wonders with just a little.”
Picking up the jar, Yumichika blinked at it before smiling. “So you know about him?” he purred, Gin smirking in return.
“Of course. Have ta keep the hair smooth despite the fact that it just loves to frizz in humidity,” Gin chuckled as he finished smoothing his uniform. The butterfly that had come with orders to attend a meeting danced on the sill before flitting off, sure that it’s job was complete and they were on their way to the meeting. “Come on, we have a meetin’ ta get ta.”
“Oh, goody,” Ikkaku grunted, knowing that it was he who had to gather the rest of his division up for the after meeting show and tell. So while Gin was attending the meeting, Ikakku and Yumichika would be dealing with idiots. They were not happy about that fact.
“Awww, poor Ikkaku. You two can always walk me ta the meeting hall,” Gin drawled just as Yumichika finished with his hair.
“Sounds good to me. Means that we can extend the amount of time before we need to worry about dealing with the division,” he said, Ikkaku grunting as he stood and collected his zanpactou from where it sat, Yumichika and Gin following his example
“Of course you wouldn’t mind extending your time away from the idiots.” Ikkaku snorted, shaking his head in some amusement. Gin just smirked and pushed the basket with his laundry to the side before he lead his companions out of the rooms. They took their time walking through the Third and Second divisions, talking about plans for getting together later that night.
“I feel like that I’m missin’ somethin’,” Gin mused as they headed for the conference room where the taicho’s gathered for their meetings. The scream of pure, unadulterated horror made all three of them jerk in surprise. “That’s what I’m forgettin’,” he sighed. “No matter what ya see, it ain’t true,” he warned, muttering low enough for the two men to hear, but no one else.
With that said, the three dashed to where they had heard the scream come from, Gin very glad that they hadn’t had enough time for a third round. And that Yumichika haad taken the time to give him a massage to relax his back and do a little healing.
Jumping over a railing and landing on a roof, the three males came to a skidding stop, staring at Aizen’s body that was supposedly pinned to a wall by his own zanpactou. Momo was on her knees with her hands clamped over her mouth, staring at the horrific sight.
“Damn it all, just what we need now,” Gin breathed, body tensing as Momo whipped around to glare at him.
“You,” she snarled, her girlish face transforming into a dark look, snarling at Gin. “You did this, didn’t you?” she screamed at him.
“Nope. This looks fresh and I’ve been busy since early this mornin’,” Gin replied, twitching when she did nothing but snarl even louder. “I don’t think that she’s listenin’ anymore,” he warned as Momo pulled her zanpactou free of the sheath.
“Shit,” Ikkaku grunted as they split up, the enraged fukutaicho coming after Gin and ignoring the other two males. “So, what do we do now?” he called as the taicho defended himself from Momo’s wild slashes with his own still sheathed zanpactou.
“Stop her without hurtin’ or killin’ her. I know Yumichika there knows how to knock a person out easily enough,” Gin replied once he had pushed Momo back to give himself some room.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Yumichika hummed, his eyes narrowing as he watched the enraged, hysterical fukutaicho, looking for the right moment to get at her.
“I’ll kill you!” Momo screamed, slashing faster at Gin, uncaring that he was heavily frowning at her and the she was actually attacking one of her superior officers. All she cared about was that her Aizen-sama had been killed and she knew that it was the man who had just tossed her back once again who had done it.
“Would ya stop her, please? I don’t know how much longer I can hold off psycho girl here,” Gin called over, Yumichika finally making his move and hitting her from behind hard enough to knock her out. Catching her, the blue eyed man sighed and laid her onto the ground before sitting on his ass with a groan. “Thank you,” he groaned.
“Looks like her aim was good enough to land a few slices on ya,” Ikkaku noted, jogging over to the two men.
Gin looked at the two shallow wounds, one on his arm and the other on his cheek, and the deep one on his hip, and cursed softly. “Looks like our night tonight won’t be happenin’,” he sighed as Soi-fon and Hitsugaya finally arrived at the scene. “I think seein’ Aizen-taicho pinned ta tha wall there may have made her snap.”
The other two taicho’s looked up at the wall, finding that indeed, Aizen had been pinned to the wall, looking very dead.
“She did what exactly?” Soi-fon asked as she sent a butterfly off to get some Fourth Divsioners to the sight, mouth pressed tight into a pale line as she looked around. Outside of a few splatters of drying blood and a gouge in the stone that had probably been created by Momo’s zanpactou, which Ikkaku was sheathing so that it could be easily transported, there really wasn’t much damage done.
“She saw Ichimaru here and seemed to have jumped to the conclusion that somehow it was all his fault,” Yumichika stated as he fussed over the wound in Gin’s side, getting a hiss from the smaller male.
“And where has Ichimaru-taicho been today?” Her tone dripped with disdain, which Gin easily ignored as Yumichika snorted.
“He first went up against one of those ryoka, got thrown and was out for about five, ten minutes before me and Yumi here found ‘em. Was out for another five before wakin’ up and then we took ‘em to the sou-taicho to give his report before he was checked over and told ta rest,” Ikkaku stated, holding Momo’s zanpactou so that if she somehow awoke, she wouldn’t be able to get it.
Looking between the two men on the ground and then looking at Ikkaku, who stood at the ready, Soi-Fon frowned even more as she growled. “And after that?”
“We were fucking away some post fight energy,” Yumichika stated, growing tired of her. He had never liked dealing with her before, and between the stick up her ass and Momo’s moment of insanity, his afterglow was completely ruined. “Anything else? Do you perhaps want to know who fucked who and in what position?” he asked, voice a wire's thinness and three times as sharp.
“”No, we’re good,” Hitsugaya broke in, brushing off Soi-Fon’s glare at him as he moved forward. “We’ll wait until you’ve been checked over by the Fourth and are taken cared of before we head to the meeting. Where you can give the newest report,” he said. As everyone agreed to it, several Fourth divisioners arrived, four taking Momo with them while the groups leader, Hanataro dealt with Gin’s wounds.
“You’re lucky, Ichimaru-taicho, that you were able to dodge out of the way or this would have been much, much deeper,” the small healer said, deftly ignoring the the bruises that he found as he tended to the deepest of the wounds.
“Just have a lot of practice dodging wayward kido spells,” Gin chuckled, liking the way the young healer worked. Quick and efficient but not so much that the patient was in more pain.
“Well, it certainly helped you today,” Hanataro replied, smiling at Gin before cleaning out the wound carefully and slowly sealing it up with a mix of kido and liquid stitches. “No training for a few days and be careful of any strenuous activity for at least a full twenty-four hours. This does mean that I don’t think that you should be out looking for the intruders too,” he stated when he was finished with the cuts, placing gauze bandages on the now clean wounds.
“I can do that,” Gin promised, Yumichika and Ikkaku helping him up from the ground as Aizen’s body was finally removed from the building s side.
“Awww, and here I had such fun plans for tonight too,” Yumichika teased, Ichimaru shaking his head as Hanataro flushed a pretty pink color.
“Um, well, that is,” Hanataro stuttered out before taking a steadying breath. “As long as you keep it easy, you can have sex. Just not acrobatic or very rough sex. And cleaning up afterward is a must. If the bandages get wet or disturbed, just change them and you’ll be fine. The usual aftercare of wounds.”
“That I can do,” Gin chuckled. Hanataro smiled and bowed, taking the rest of his team back to the fourth to check in with their superior. Yumichika and Ikkaku though followed after the three taicho’s, giving their own reports before heading to the Eleventh once more.
Gin gave his own report, mentally wondering to himself if anyone knew that the supposedly dead Aizen was all tucked up in the rooms that housed the Central 46, planning his next move or not. Once the meeting had been dismissed, he happily went to his home, bathing and eating before he was once more joined by his two partners.
Through all of it, everyone missed the pretty male in odd clothes and long hair or the red headed Grim Reaper that watched it all from their hiding spots.
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