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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 5
Characters: Ichigo, Dante, Vergil, Idiot Shinigami
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Warnings: Violence.
AN: Smut isn’t going to happen next week. A reminder: Next Monday is my birthday so I’m going to go out with some people and enjoy myself. So enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in April!

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Lifting his head from where he had been going over some paperwork, shoes sitting next to his feet, Dante frowned at the barely-there sound of footsteps. They weren’t the usual kind of footsteps for the people who were staying there. He had a feeling if he didn’t have the hearing he did, he would have missed them.

He narrowed his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face. “What do we have here?” he muttered to himself as he shoved his shoes to the side. He had been planning on heading upstairs anyway while Ichigo napped on the couch as he waited for his kiln to finish with cooking a new school project.

It was late as it was; late enough that they would have usually been sleeping already, but he had been working on a few things earlier that evening. He hadn’t been able to wind down at a normal-ish hour. It was a normal occurrence whenever he had evening meetings or fights during the day.

Picking up Ebony and Ivory, he decided that he probably didn’t need Rebellion for whoever it was that was currently invading Ichigo’s room.

He could tell by their footsteps that they were trained to be quiet. He was doubting though that whoever it was had assassin training and figured it was probably just a poor schmuck who had been sent out to hunt Ichigo down. He also doubted that they thought that he would be able to find bodyguards who were spiritually sensitive.

Or half-devil like he and his brother.

Licking his lips, he picked up his phone first before sending a text to his mate that there was someone in Ichigo’s room. He dropped it onto his desk and headed up the stairs quietly. He ignored the soft shuffling of Ichigo moving on the couch as he walked.

Coming up to the door of Ichigo’s bedroom, he looked in the room and scowled at the sight of the Shinigami. The guy was standing at the drying rack that held Ichigo’s current projects that he was working on.

All around, he looked on the normal side, wearing the outfit that Ichigo had described, and had black hair with brown eyes as he sneered at an in-progress statue. Tilting his head, Dante frowned, placing the statue as one of the Shinigami that often ran around London. The man’s haori labeled him as a taicho from what their research had told them.

And apparently was someone who was interesting enough for Ichigo to create a statue of them.

Dante frowned as the man reached out to the shelf, worried that he was going to destroy Ichigo’s hard work. He may find the kid annoying to a point, and Ichigo may love to piss him off, but it was working for the two of them and how they worked together.

Stepping around the sill of the doorway, Dante cleared his throat. “Tell me, what brings a Shinigami to my humble office?” he asked, holding his guns behind his back.

The Shinigami whipped around with his hand on his zanpakuto, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Dante. “Who...how?” the man tried to get out, surprised that he could be seen, much less was being talked to.

“My name is Dante, and you’re breakin’ into my place of business, Devil May Cry. Now, you wanna tell me what brings you here?” he asked, smirking as he rocked back and forth on his bare feet. He looked like he was bored with the conversation already, putting the Shinigami on edge. His eyes flicked up to the camera that sat in one corner as it turned on and turned quietly to gaze down at them.

“You don’t need to know why I am here,” the man stated. Dante decided to just call the Shinigami ’Asshole’ since he was acting like he was full of shit.

Vergil chuckled softly from behind Dante, his mate turning just slightly to raise an eyebrow in question. “He is currently in the armory with the cameras from what he told me. He is watching us and is quite unhappy at having to go in there just after he had opened his kiln,” he said. “I felt it prudent to do so.” He shifted Yamato to his other hand, finding a better grip.

Asshole shifted on his own feet, eyes glued to the katana that radiated power that was so different than a zanpakuto, but to his eyes looked like one. “What the fuck are you?” he hissed, the words heavily accented, but still clear.

Dante smirked and pulled his guns out from behind his back, nudging Vergil in the side with a chuckle. “I’ll deal with him, lover. After all, he’s after our client. Then you can fuck around with his mind and kick his ass on back to where he came from,” he purred. His eyes glowed before he lunged, shooting at the idiot and making him jump out of the way.

The radio in Vergil’s ear crackled to life. “I swear that if your insane ass mate fucks anything up in my room that it’s coming out of his pay,” Ichigo said, getting a low chuckle from the other man.

“The carpeting in this room is due to be replaced anyways, little one,” he drawled, getting a snort from Ichigo as Dante knocked the rather clumsy swipe from the Shinigami to the side. “What are they teaching their people? That was very bad, even for a short amount of training,” he sighed.

Ichigo snorted in his ear as Dante gun whipped the Shinigami, making him stumble but not go down yet. “From what I know they don’t teach them shit really. I’ve seen some of their training and it kind of revolves around getting their zanpakuto to get a name and teach them the laws of Seireitei. And the chosen history.” He hummed thoughtfully as Vergil looked up at the camera and waited for him to continued. “Actually, that’s a really good way to keep idiots under a type of brainwashing. Feed them all their bullshit while their reiatsu is balancing out so that it’s literally written into their power base. Keeps them pliant,” he mused.

Vergil sneered in disgust. “Such despicable tactics. Even my own child gave me Yamato back after he spoke with some woman who had told him that relying on the power of others was a show of weakness. That and hearing that power can, and does, fail, and he needs more of his own, was enough to knock some sense into his fool head,” he drawled.

Ichigo made a curious sound at that. “I didn’t know that you had a kid,” he said, Vergil humming softly. “Let me guess, long ass story?” he asked.

“Very long story,” he drawled as he watched Dante finally just shoot the Shinigami in the thigh, aiming carefully so that he didn’t accidentally kill him when he just wanted him to stay down. “It does look as if I need to go to work, little one. We will be down once I am done with him,” Vergil said.

“Yeah, alright,” Ichigo said as the camera moved back into its normal position and the on light dimmed. It told the demon mates that he wasn’t actively watching but it was still on.

“Dante, do finish up with him so I may do what I need to do,” Vergil said, looking to his mate with a soft smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dante snorted, shaking his head and giving his brother a look that told him just how odd he thought his mate was. Walking over to the Shinigami that was sitting on the floor, trying to stop his wound from bleeding but hissing each time that he put pressure on it, he squatted in front of him. Tucking Ebony into his belt, he pulled his fist back before hitting the Shinigami hard enough to knock him out. “There. All ready for ya.”

“Thank you,” Vergil said, walking over to the downed man. Ichigo warned him to not let the asshole bleed all over his rugs, making him roll his eyes and bandage the wound.

With that done, he reached out a glowing hand, pressing it to the Shinigami’s face, humming a small tune as he worked to blur the memories of the man. He was rather glad that he had done some research when he was younger and learned this skill.

Pulling his hand away, he stood and looked at his lover, saying, “I think that he can be sent back now.”

“Why so fast?” Dante asked him even as he hunted down a large canvas, mentally promising to buy Ichigo three of the expensive things along with fresh paint. Using a cheap paint brush and some of the cheaper paint, he created a runic portal seal.

“The sooner that this asshole is gone, the sooner that we can gather Ichigo from the armory, make sure that there is no way anyone else can get into his room so easily, and then I can tie you down to the bed. That way I can make sure that you know how bad it was that all you did was send me a damn text before you went to confront an idiot,” he said. His eyes glowed with power, Dante’s eyes going wide in response as heat shot through his body.

“Well, alrighty then. Let me just make sure that they can’t trace the portal back to us,” he squeaked, clearing his throat as Vergil smirked. He could clearly hear Ichigo complaining about knowing more about their damn sex life then he obviously needed to before it was cut off and the light on the camera cut off.

Once they had dropped the Shinigami through the portal to the Seireitei, Dante destroyed the canvas and they headed downstairs. They walked through the kitchen to the armory that they used to keep some of the more mundane guns and the ones that Vergil was working on cleansing of the evil. He planned on handing them off to a friend that had started a museum on supernatural weaponry.

Opening the door, Dante raised an eyebrow at finding that Ichigo had perched on one of the desks with a gun that he knew wasn’t one of theirs. By the pieces that were laid out before him on a soft cloth, he would say that Ichigo was cleaning it.

“Where the fuck did ya get the gun?” Dante asked, waving a hand at the gun as Ichigo started to put it back together with a smile.

“It was given to me by Ciel actually. He decided that sometimes swords were not always going to be a good weapon to use, much less a zanpakuto and reiatsu,” Ichigo said, shrugging as he made sure each piece was in its proper place. “He’s made sure that I can use it just as easily as a bladed weapon. I got bored and had to fondle something while you were playing with the asshole. My work better not have been damaged though.”

“Of course not,” Vergil chuckled, shaking his head. Dante’s face went blank at the rather hot thought of Ichigo fondling a gun. Gun handling something of a kink for him, and one that Vergil often teased him with by cleaning Ebony.

“Like I’ve said before, I look like jailbait, but I’m now not quite jailbait,” Ichigo drawled causing Dante to raise an eyebrow. “It’s twelve oh four a.m. on my birthday. I expect that my gifts from everyone is going to be delivered later today.” Ichigo finished with his gun and slid the clip in with a snap before he put the safety on. Dante whined and turned on the ball of one foot, stalking out and muttering about idiots who looked hot with guns.

“Why thank you for teasing my mate for me,” Vergil drawled. Ichigo beamed brightly as he slipped off the desk to head for what he had claimed as his kiln room.

“It wasn’t a problem,” he chirped over his shoulder. Vergil shook his head and went to check on the windows and doors before he went to take care of his lover as he had promised.
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