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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Sing Me a Lullabye

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Chapter: 4

Chapter title: Ciel Comforts a Broken Heart

Characters: Ciel, Ichigo

Word Count: 1,668

AN: Okay, so word of warning. A bit of unintentional blood drinking. Not much in this round, just a drop of blood in tea but just to warn those who are squeamish. Anyways, we move forward in Ichigo’s mental age to about six, the age and time when he lost his mother to Grand Fisher. :D
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Sitting behind his desk, Ciel wasn’t quite working but rather he was watching the dozing Ichigo as he curled up under a blanket, the early afternoon sun coming in through the window dancing over him. He had to smile at some of the sounds that came from the dozing male, telling him that a memory had been rebuilt and he was dreaming of it and it was a good one so far.
They had had Ichigo as their guest for just over a month and already the young man had already endeared himself to everyone in the household, even Snake. As much as the man was rather standoffish, he doted on Ichigo, always making sure that he had whatever he wanted and was able to do his lessons that Sebastian was working him through. Lessons that included writing, spelling, and for some odd reason, piano.
Ichigo had taken to them like a duck to water, often bending over a smaller, ladies desk to practice, his writing becoming quite elegant as he got used to it even though it did take him time to write out what he needed to. He seemed to love mathematics and was working his way through the lessons easily, going back to the very start every couple of days to show that he still remembered them. His memories of basic things, such as manners, history, math, science and other such basics, were reforming with each lesson, or so Shirosaki had said the last time they had talked to him.
But they were also getting to a painful memory that happened in Ichigo’s sixth year of life, one that the hollow had refused to tell them about, stating that Ichigo would tell them if he felt he could.
A sound of distress pulled Ciel out of his contemplation of how Ichigo was flourishing under their careful eyes, making him stand up and walk over to the couch that he was laying on, legs kicking as he buried his face into a pillow. His face was pulled into an expression of sadness, of pain as he twisted, almost as if he was trying to get away.
“Okaa-chan,” Ichigo cried out before sitting straight up, eyes wide and wild as Ciel held him up by his shoulders.
“Ichigo, it’s okay, it’s just a memory,” Ciel soothed, brushing a hand over the cross dressers cheek, getting wide, sad brown eyes to turn to him. Ichigo let out a sob of pain and nearly threw himself into Ciel’s body, curling into the surrounding arms as the young man cried himself free of the pain that had welled up inside of him. It seemed to never end, the wound fresh and open once more, but soothing with the ability to just mourn freely, held close to someone who just cooed in his ear and didn’t offer platitudes that even his childlike mind knew was empty.
“Okaa-chan...she was hurt by a big monster,” Ichigo hiccupped finally, pulling away from Ciel enough to look at him. His eyes were filled with tears that spilled down over flushed cheeks only to drip down onto the blue jeweled house dress. Ciel frowned softly and wiped off the tears with one thumb, waiting for Ichigo to continue on with the memory, not pushing but just being there. “It...it looked like a little girl but wasn’t. Had a white mask and hurt okaa-chan so she wouldn’t wake up...”
“Oh, Ichigo. A hollow took her away from you, didn’t it?” Ciel asked softly, Ichigo nodding his head and hiccupping again as he sniffled. The young lord reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a cloth handkerchief, handing it to him to blow his nose.
Ichigo took it and blew his nose, wiping it off with a sniffle before using a clean part of the handkerchief to wipe off more of his tears. “She saved me. I was stupid when I saw her, thinking she would be hurt as she stood by the river. It was coming up so fast and she was just standing there...”
“Oh, Ichigo, you weren’t stupid,” Ciel soothed, tilting Ichigo head upwards, rubbing his thumb against his jaw in a calming jester. “You were, and still are, very protective, even with strangers. You don’t want them to get hurt and that hollow used it to its advantage,” he said, pressing a light kiss to Ichigo’s head. “I have no doubt that your mother wouldn’t want you to be hurt and that’s why she saved you. A mother’s love is a very strong feeling and very powerful to go up against.”
“Really?” Ichigo asked, looking up through his lashes. Ciel nodded his head and turned his head to Sebastian as the man came in with a tray with a pot with what Ichigo called ‘real tea’ and a pot of English tea for Ciel.
“Sebastian, if you could hand me that one album of the pictures of my mother and father?” Ciel asked as Ichigo laid his head onto his shoulder, still curled up in his lap.
“Of course, young master,” Sebastian replied, raising an eyebrow at the fact that Ichigo was in his lover’s lap even as he moved to a large book case and one shelf that held the few pictures that had been saved from his home.
“Ichigo’s newest memory was the one of he and his mother being attacked by a large hollow. His mother died,” Ciel said lowly, smoothing a hand down one of Ichigo’s sides, glad that his lover had made dresses that didn’t need corsets and other undergarment items. It just meant that Ichigo was comfortable and free to bounce around the house when he wasn’t doing his lessons or helping someone do something, at least as much as his still healing body would let him.
“I see,” Sebastian hummed, choosing the picture after a moment and walk back to the two, handing it to Ciel before smoothing a bit of hair back, tucking it back into the twisted braid. “Are you feeling okay? Would you like one of those cookies that you liked so much before lunch?” he asked, getting a shy, still sad look.
“Yes, please,” Ichigo replied, nodding his head with a little smile, fingers curling into Ciel’s shirt, content with lying in his lap.
“Alright, a nice, fresh cookie just for you,” Sebastian stated, tapping Ichigo’s nose and getting a soft giggle and blush, Ichigo turning to hide his face in the other’s jacket. Smiling at Ciel, he stood and served the tea, making sure that the blood drop that he had added in was fully dissolved into the light colored tea.
He and his lover had talked about adding some of their blood to the food that Ichigo ate as a way to create a bond that would allow them to find him anywhere. The talk with Shirosaki and his warnings that there would be people who would have no qualms in kidnapping Ichigo had prompted them to do so, but only Sebastian would be doing so. The other side effects of creating the one way bond was that Ciel could feel the bond too, especially since he took in so much Sebastian’s blood when they were alone and together. On top of that, Ichigo healed faster, his wrists were already bending properly while his bruises were fading faster and faster.
The tea helped with it on top of that, not that they were surprised. Tanaka had been drinking the stuff for years and already he was more and more often looking like his old self, acting like his old self.
Both of the two demons found the uninhibited flow of emotions over the one way bond fascinating, finding it drawing them in and under Ichigo’s unknowing spell. They didn’t mind it in the least, already knowing that if they can get away with it, they would help Ichigo do whatever he wanted to do as long as they got to stay with him.
“Let me go get you that cookie, alright?” Sebastian asked, getting another shy smile under an adorable blush from Ichigo once he had given the two their teas.
“Thank you, Sebastian. Just one though. No need to ruin his appetite. Again,” Ciel said, warning clear as he smirked at the other man. Sebastian merely smiled and bowed before leaving the two to continue their talk. “This,” Ciel hummed, holding up the picture, “is my mother and father. They died when I was 11 years of age due to a fire set by someone that has been long dealt with. I personally disappeared for a month but was found and saved by Sebastian and made my deal with him.”
Ichigo reached up and traced the eye patch that Ciel was wearing, eyes wide. “Your seal...” he hummed before looking at the picture. Ciel and Sebastian had explained about the seal and why the younger demon wore the eye patch, but they hadn’t gone into many details, stating that they would when his memories progressed further to his proper age.
“Yes. I was never able to mourn them until I knew why they died,” Ciel sighed, rubbing his nose into soft hair with a smile. “Sebastian helped me and I was able to mourn them. And now, you’re able to mourn and heal the hurt of your mother dying.”
“Yes, I can,” Ichigo sighed, looking up when Sebastian came back with his cookie on a plate, taking it as Sebastian took the picture, smiling brightly. He bit into the still warm cinnamon flavored cookie, feeling as if the weight of the world wasn’t pressing down on his shoulders any more. No one was expecting him to be the big brother, the older son. No one was expecting him to be anything but himself and if that meant crying for his mother, then so be it.
The cookie tasted sweeter in his mouth with that happy thought, even as he smiled at his two caretakers, getting soft smiles in return.
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