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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: 47

Characters: Ichigo, Yamamoto, Byakuya

Word count: 1,389

Warnings: nothing

AN: God Ichigo, you're just a little shit aren't you? *snerks* But we all love it. :D
And I'm sorry that I'm posting this so late in the day. I landed with a cold and slept nearly 15 hours last night. And then I had physical therapy for my shoulder, my insurance people for my rides screwed us over by putting the wrong time down so we were there for over an hour waiting for our appointments. Yes, my mother is doing PT to.
Just...ugh.
Enjoy!
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“And who brought him in?” Yamamoto asked. He stood next to Byakuya, staring at the doors that were being opened by one of the lower seated officers of the First Division, going to see their newest prisoner. They had already talked with the other three who they had already caught, getting nothing from them except knowing smirks much to Byakuya’s distaste.
“Ukitake Jushiro, Yamamoto-sou-taicho,” Byakuya stated, watching the doors finally open and following the older man into the building. “He said that the young ryoka willingly gave himself up to him after a few minutes of fighting. He actually placed his zanpactou into storage by himself since the first time someone other than the prisoner touched it, the spirit made its distaste of them well know. I believe that they are still in the Fourth having those burns healed and the pulled muscles fixed,” he stated, Yamamoto nodding his head.
“I take it that Kurotsuchi-taicho is not pleased that no one is able to lift, much less touch, the zanpactou?” Yamamoto asked, the quiet, delicate snort enough of an answer for him. “I thought as much. Has our prisoner spoken?”
“No. Just to say his name, which he gives as Ichigo,” Byakuya stated as they came up to a cell at the far end of the hall. Ichigo stood before them, wearing a simple gray colored kimono that fell to the floor, covering his feet with the soft fabric. Even though it had been taken out, his hair had been once more pulled back into a tight braid, held closed with a piece of leather, and he was staring out of the window, arms crossed. The light danced over the young male and Yamamoto had to stop himself from smiling softly at the graceful looseness that his grandson carried so easily.
“Ichigo, correct? What is your last name?” Yamamoto said, starting off the questioning, voice firm as Byakuya watched with wary eyes.
Ichigo shifted to turn on the balls of his feet, brown eyes that held hidden secrets gazing at them. “I’m not going to be able to tell you if you don’t know, sou-taicho. I do have three of them after all,” he said, voice soft, matching his eyes with hidden secrets. “Yes, I know who you are, as I know who your companion is. I am not surprised that you came to speak with me yourself since I wouldn’t even be here if I had not willingly given myself up to your taicho. Ukitake Jūshirō I believe his name is.”
“It is,” Yamamoto replied, nodding his head as he stared at his grandson, reminding himself that it was all an act, a way to work out the full truth of what had happened three years and why it had happened. He did not want to ruin all of their hard work just because he was seeing what the young man before him showed those who did not know him. “How do you know who we are?” he asked instead.
Ichigo hummed and turned to fully face them, padding over to the chair that sat in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture beside a bed that was bolted to the ground and a door to the side that could not be locked but still lead to the bathroom. Sitting down, he smoothed the yukuta down and tilted his head. “My guardians told me about you. I’m sure your little Shinigami who was patrolling around Karakura Town told you that they are not human,” he stated. “And really, they aren’t. I can tell you all about why I’m here, but…I don’t think I will. At least not yet.”
“What is it that you mean by that?” Byakuya asked, voice stern, harsh. Ichigo just smiled and shook his head with an amused smile dancing upon his lips.
“Oh, I’m sure you can guess, Kuchiki-san,” Ichigo drawled, smiling at him, eyes glittering brightly. “And if you can’t, or just refuse to, I can tell you this. It’s not time to tell why I am here. Not yet anyways. You will all learn why I am here, why I came to this place at this time and why things are happening the way they are.”
Byakuya narrowed his eyes as he stared at the young ryoka before him, feeling mildly insulted but not quite able to figure out where he had been insulted. “Not time, indeed. It seems to me that you are just playing games and have no real reason for being here,” he stated, Ichigo tilting his head and blinking. To the two men, he looked like a lost child before his eyes glittered darkly and a smirk danced over his lips.
“Oh come on, Kuchiki, you should be able to read a person better than that. After all, you did deal with Urahara and the ever playful Yoruichi for quite a few decades after all,” Ichigo said, eyes glinting at the surprised look in Byakuya’s dark eyes. “Oh yes, I know things. All sorts of things. You never quite know what I do know because I have my secrets. After all I have to keep some secrets,” he continued, face becoming impassive once more as he sat there. “Don’t think I don’t know what will happen, what you will be ordered to do. I know how the Central 46 treats those who aren’t under their control much less those who can upset their precious power.”
“I have a feeling that there’s more to that sentence then what you have said,” Yamamoto stated, brown eyes sliding to him.
Ichigo raising an eyebrow as he nodded. “You see, Kuchiki? You can learn a thing or two from your sou-taicho there,” he hummed. “As I said, I know how the Central 46 treats those who aren’t under their control much less those who can upset their precious power, even if it means that they throw off the balance of the Three Worlds. As long as they and the Four Head Clans stay in control, they don’t particularly care.”
Standing up, he turned his back to the two men and walked over to the windows once more, watching whatever it was that he was watching once again. Seeing that they were not going to get any more from their young prisoner, Yamamoto looked to Byakuya before heading out of the holding place and to his office, the two men not speaking until they were sitting at the elder male’s desk.
“What is it that he meant about the balance, sou-taicho?” Byakuya asked, having never heard of such a thing before. “And why would it be upset by the way the Seireitei is being run?”
Yamamoto stared at Byakuya, seeing the young man that his taicho had once been, the young man that had been so eager to learn and explore, find out about how things worked and balanced each other. The young man that had been crushed when Urahara and Yoruichi had both left him without their ability to draw him out, leaving him with a mask of ice between him and the rest of the world.
“The three worlds as you know are the Living World, Hueco Mundo and of course here, Soul Society. There is a delicate balance, as we all know, between the Pluses, the living humans and of the hollows, which can be thrown off. If you destroy too many of the beings that are a part of this balance, you can throw it off. Such as the Quincys, who were once a heavy part of this balance. But when they were started to be killed, the outer edges of the Rukigon have gotten worse in the many years since that war,” Yamamoto sighed, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward. “There is much of this world that has been destroyed because they threatened the power that the Clans and the Central 46. And I fear that we are now facing the repercussions of our actions that were demanded by both.”
Byakuya suddenly felt very sick and very worried that they would face their destruction by the pretty ryoka who sat so serenely in a jail cell, knowing exactly what kind of decision would be handed down to them by the Central 46.
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