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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: 48

Characters: Ichigo, Grell

Word count: 1,313

Warnings: nothing

AN: I am sick. I am tired. And I have things to do. Can I get one damn day to myself? Please? Outside of that, I'm good. I'm listening to oldie Christmas songs.
Enjoy.
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Feeling the subtle power of his grandfather and Byakuya walk away from his cell, and then the building he was housed in, Ichigo's lips twitched before looking at the bed, the shadows under it twitching. He watched as Grell slowly wiggled his way out from under the bed and stood, shaking his head in some amusement as his friend huffed and shoved his hair back out of his face.
“I hate that I have to crawl out from under the damn bed as if I'm some childhood monster,” Grell complained as he smoothed his hair down, getting a smirk from his friend.
“But to some, you are a childhood monster,” Ichigo teased, getting a huff and a flash of sharp teeth from him. “Did you hear the conversation?” he asked, flopping down onto the bed, kimono splitting open and exposing long legs as he sat back, looking highly amused when his friend groaned.
“I think that Byakuya of yours is kind of dunce for all of the fact that he was raised in part by two different geniuses,” Grell stated, Ichigo shaking his head.
“He suppressed that part of his childhood, Grell, or at least tried to suppress it. You can tell by the way he reacts to sudden surprises and subtle hints,” Ichigo said, sitting down. “I'm trying to decide if I'm surprised or not surprised that their people who do the reviews don't notice it.”
“Byakuya is clan head of a high clan, so they tend to ignore shit. It's the same way in the Archives and Receiving Rooms,” Grell stated, joining his friend on the bed and bumping their shoulders together. “It probably happens in the Living World too, despite the fact that such things are usually ignored for the most part,” he stated.
“You wouldn't be wrong,” Ichigo sighed, shaking his head. “I really do not know why...but I think Central 46 has been taken care of, was taken care of long ago,” he said after a moment, biting at his thumb nail.
Grell looked at his friend before frowning heavily. “Fuck, you may be right. When we first got here, I tried to get into where they live but I found a high level...kido I think it is. A high level Kido ward that shouldn't have been there in the first place,” he stated, sitting up straight. “But it wasn't that important to me at the time since we had to worry about the Archive and the such,” he continued, Ichigo standing up and starting to pace.
“Did it feel as if it had been there for a while?” he asked, Grell nodding his head in reply. “Fuck. You'll have to tell the others before anything happens and before you visit the frosty one.”
“Which I'm going to do later this evening. From what I've seen, he tends to stay late, meet with people and do some last minute paperwork. His Fukutaicho stays around sometimes to help too,” Grell told him, already arranging his time line in his head as he thought. “I think that they will be willing to do what needs to be done if we suggest that there is more to it all than what they think is going on.”
“That and my father was their taicho before he left after helping my mother,” Ichigo hummed. “Tell them the story of my family but keep away from names and places. Make it ambiguous,” he stated, Grell nodding his head with a smirk.
“Oh, I can do that,” Grell promised before frowning, becoming serious suddenly. “How are you doing, Ichigo?” he asked softly, curling their fingers together, squeezing his hand gently.
Ichigo sighed and rested his head against his friends shoulder. “Yeah, I am. I just forgot how much I hate being alone for the most part. I can't just go into another room after working on a project and being able to talk with someone. Be it you or be it one of the others, I always had someone around me for the last three years,” he said, eyes closing as Grell played with his braid, the gentle tugging soothing him. “It's kinda lonely.”
“Well luckily you won't have to worry about this for very long, sweety. This will be all over with in a day or two, and then we'll finish off this shit, hopefully,” Grell soothed, getting a soft smile from his friend.
“As long as the guy who is pulling the strings doesn't fuck our own strings over,” Ichigo huffed, getting a chuckle.
“Well, considering you snipped the strings on one of his puppets so easily? I'm sure we can snip the rest of them with a bit of maneuvering,” Grell drawled with a smirk dancing on his lips. “We just need to figure out how to find said strings and what it will take to snip them,” he continued, musing aloud as Ichigo smiled into his shoulder.
“We'll do that soon enough, I have no doubt,” Ichigo told his friend. “I have a feeling that our two friends will actually be working on that while you work on our frosty one and my love watches over everything else going on,” he drawled, Grell nodding his head with a smirk. “So for now, we need to make sure we're ready for what is to come.”
Grell snorted. “Knowing our luck they'll want to execute you as soon as they can get away with it. Do you know what you're going to say when it comes time for that?” he asked, tilting his head to look down at Ichigo with curious eyes.
Ichigo nodded his head with a smile. “I plan on telling my story in full. Make them think of what their actions cost in the large scheme of things,” he said, sitting up straight with a thoughtful look upon his face. “They need to learn that all beings, be they humans with powers that rival their own to the very beings that are created by their own people, are a part of the delicate balance. Should the Soul Society fall, the rest of the afterlife worlds must take over their jobs, which will strain everyone until things balance out. And this will echo throughout the other two worlds.”
“War, death, mayhem, chaos, all sorts of things that are ingrained into the human genetic,” Grell sighed, imagining just how the Living World would descend into a living hell before things were once more balanced out. There was a reason there had been two World Wars in such a short time, after all. The Society of Souls that had covered the Americas had gone under when they had decided that the balance wasn't important and everything had been thrown into chaos. He did not want to see that happen again.
Twice was enough for him.
Sighing, Ichigo nodded once more, brown eyes seeking out Grell's florescent yellow eyes and catching them, shining with understanding. “Come on, Grell. My guard is going to be traveling past here in a few and you need to go do what you need done,” he said, squeezing their laced fingers once more before standing up and letting go of the Grim Reapers hand.
Grell groaned and nodded his head, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Yes, I suppose so,” he huffed, smoothing back his hair. “So, let's get this going,” he stated, moving to lay on the floor and sliding back under the bed, the shadows writhing as he disappeared, making Ichigo smile and take his place standing before the window once more. As his guard came by, the Shinigami stared at the pretty male and tilted his head at the secretive little smile that sat upon pink lips.
The dark humor dancing in brown eyes made him scurry past the cell quickly though.
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