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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: 46

Characters: Jūshirō, Ichigo

Word count: 1,564

Warnings: Violence, talk of death

AN: We're just learn more and more and more with every chapter. *chuckles* We learn more about what our dear Ichigo, and his dear Demons and Grim Reapers have learned. Enjoy.
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It had been quite the accident, running across the young male who was standing before him, holding his zanpactou out before him with a smile dancing on his lips. With long hair pulled into a braid and wrapped into a bun, the young man reminded him of someone, someone he thought lost long ago. He had a soft, sweet look about him but the look upon his face was that of someone who knew too much of the world but still saw the world in a hopeful light.
It was refreshing to see hope for the future shining in soft brown eyes.
But still, Jūshirō knew for a fact that he had to take in the young man, no matter how much it made his stomach rebel against him. “I need you to give up,” he called out, Ichigo smiled softly at him and shook his head.
“I can’t, Jushiro-san, I really can’t. At least not at the moment,” Ichigo replied, shrugging one shoulder as he shifted his hold on his zanpactou hilt. “I have much to do and so very little time to do it after all,” he continued. Swaying on his feet, the smile was full of mischief and knowledge. “So many people to learn about and to stop from making what I need to do that much harder. After all, I’ve waited three very long years to do this and it would be a bad thing to waste all that training and planning just because of some overzealous fool.”
“Why are you doing this?” Jushiro asked, bringing up Sogyo no Kotowari to stop the sudden attack from Ichigo, sliding back a few inches before he stopped. The other male danced back and his pretty face went from mischief and sweetness to something stonier, serious.
“Because I refuse to allow any others to feel what I have felt, what my cousins have felt. I refuse to just be wiped off of the face of the Earth just because I don’t fit someone’s idea of ‘normal’,” he said, sneering the last word. The look and the way he talked jarred something in Jushiro’s mind, making him blink and take a slow, deep breath. “I refuse to allow whoever it was who stole my childhood to steal the childhood of others.”
Narrowing his eyes, he dodged out of the slash that Ichigo aimed at him, noting that it was rather slow considering he had caught the young male moving nearly as fast as the once famous Yoruichi had. It was as if he wasn’t really trying to fight but just distract him, his words being more important than his actions. Already Jushiro’s mind was working over what he had said, picking them apart, looking for all of the clues that he could.
“What happened that set you on such a path? That sent you after the Seireitei?” Jushiro asked as they went back and forth with their blows, zanpactou sliding and clashing, sending reitsu rolling out around them.
“Ah, but I’m not after the Seireitei, just a...select few, Jushiro-san,” Ichigo drawled, his eyes glinting. It looked like he owed his lover a massage: he was right about the silver haired male before him, he was smart and would be the one to help put the pieces together. “As for why? Well, there’s been too much death that shouldn’t have happened for my tastes,” he continued, sliding away from a side slash with an easy, well practiced movement. “Too many people dead because they don’t fit into what the Shinigami think is the grand scheme of things, which allow those who are truly evil to slip by your very noses.”
Eyes widening, Jushiro pushed his opponents zanpactou off of Sogyo no Kotowari, pushing back as his mind raced. Thinking of all the times that they had been ordered to observe and, if needed, destroy this faction or that faction. Bounts and the Vizards and the Quincy’s...all of them a part of the grand scheme of things but they had still been told to destroy them by the Central 46. The Bounts had disappeared, hidden from the world long ago, so the orders were more of watching and waiting for them to make a move. The Vizards weren’t being hunted either since they too had disappeared and stayed underground, so again, they were watching and waiting.
But the Quincy’s though… They had done nothing when they started to die off suddenly, others disappearing under the ground and yet others dying at the hands of hollows that a Shinigami should have taken care of the moment that they were felt. His eyes narrowed as the brown eyes sparkled at him as he started to put the pieces together, thinking of the people who had left the Seireitei because they just didn’t agree to the way the clans and the Central 46 seemed to rule their very souls.
It was enough to make him pause and shudder, the young male coming to stand before him, his eyes softening as he watched Jūshirō start to put the pieces together. “So much death and destruction just because those who have power refuse to acknowledge that they are small in the grand scheme of things. They don’t want to remember that there is the King who sleeps right now, never knowing that with their every decree and move that they throw the Worlds into an unbalance that can ruin what is there,” Ichigo told him quietly, walking over to him and tilting his head up to gaze at the silver haired man. “Are you seeing why I am here now? Why I am doing what I must do?”
Jushiro took out a slow, shaky breath before nodding his head. He noticed the young males eyes flick towards something behind him but didn’t care at the moment, already slowly putting the pieces together. “He always said that the Gotei 13 and Central 46 would end up pissing off the wrong person and end up having to deal with them. Usually in a very painful manner,” he said, sliding Sogyo no Kotowari into his sheath, the younger male placing his own zanpactou onto his back. “Tell me, are you here to dismantle everything or are you just after a particular person?” he asked.
“I’m not here to bend over the Gotei 13 and fuck them without lube if that’s what you’re asking. No, I’m here for just a few someones. Unfortunately they just happen to be a part of your people, and unfortunately, they have quite the ego,” Ichigo said, holding up his arms with a smile. “Now, take me in and don’t stop what is to come. Make your unhappiness known about whatever is to come all you want, but don’t stop it. It needs to happen and it will happen even if you don’t want it to.”
“Why though?” Jushiro asked, sliding the sekkiseki cuffs onto thin wrists, a thumb sliding over a small mark that he knew from pictures that had stopped coming just over three years before. “Oh gods above and below,” he breathed, wide gray eyes shooting up to stare at the softly smiling Ichigo.
“Shush, no telling now. That would defeat the purpose of my being here and allowing myself to be caught,” Ichigo said softly, feeling odd at having the cuffs on. He was used to his powers being dampened, having trained with cuffs much like the sekkiseki stone cuffs he was wearing now, but still. It was like a white wall of fog between him and his powers, the voice of his zanpactou coming to him softer. “There is no reason to let them know who I am just yet.”
“What did he name you?” Jushiro asked, still stroking the birthmark that was almost as dark as the skin that surrounded it. He wouldn’t have even noticed it if it hadn’t been for the fact that he had seen it so often and had memorized it just in case he ever came across his friends child. “What happened?”
“He was killed by someone who wanted him out of the way. Would have gotten me if they hadn’t fucked up on the timing,” Ichigo replied, tilting his head, knowing that Jushiro had put the pieces together. He now owed his lover a full homemade dinner that came from his mother’s recipes. “And...he named me Ichigo,” he said. “Named me as the protector that I am, that I had to become after my mother died because of the same person who sent those who killed him.”
“And your…?” Jushiro asked, trailing off, unwilling to say the words just yet. The sadness that filled brown eyes made his breath hitch and his heart ache. “They were taken by the Grim Reapers weren’t they?” he breathed, Ichigo nodding. “Good. Come, I must take you in. Luckily we’re not far from where you will be held. For now, I will trust in the fact that you have a plan for all of this,” he said, Ichigo smiling.
“My father’s journals and the files are right about you. You are a good man with a brilliant mind,” Ichigo said, allowing Jushiro to lead him towards the cells that he knew had been set up just for him. Having his grandfather know about everything was coming in handy after all.
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