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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Characters: Ichigo
Chapter: 5
Word Count: 2,068
Warnings: nothing
AN: I am very much exhausted today. But this weekend was spent cleaning out my room, reorganizing everything and then spending Monday in bed trying to drink tea and get my throat to stop.

Spoiler: It didn’t. It continues to Not. *sighs*

For now, enjoy this late story.

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Sighing as he set his legs out over the edge of the clawfoot tub in his bathroom, Ichigo slipped further into the water as he flipped a page in his current book. He had spent most of the day dealing with a new girl on the cleaning team and found her annoying. She was a good worker, outside of complaining that her parents had moved her, forced her to get a job after she graduated high school, and that she didn’t have a bathroom to herself.

She was apparently an American girl whose parents had a good amount of money.

The moment that they were gone for the day and he was able to lock it down, Ichigo had and headed for his own home, locking himself in. He had made a hot sandwich; deciding to skip anything time intensive since he had a sandwich press; ate and dropped in one of his smaller cinnamon and spice bath bomb into the water. He grabbed one of his candle lanterns, lit the candle, and hung it over his tub before he had sunk down into the hot water with a little battery powered light to read with on the wall behind him.

His phone sat near him, propped up against a shampoo bottle. He had decided to watch something on the paranormal to create background noise while relaxing. He occasionally snickered at some of the theories and returned to his book.

It was as he was reaching for the plug to drain some of the water in his tub and add more hot water that his phone made a sound. Groaning, he reached for it instead and opened the alarm app, frowning when it told him that the main house alarm system had been shut off. Muttering, he dismissed the notification, unplugged his tub and stepped out. He dried off as he moved to find pants and a shirt to run up to the main house.

Pulling on his yoga pants from that morning and a long-sleeved sweater that was at hand, he shoved his feet into a pair of sneakers. He grabbed a long, heavy flashlight that could double as a weapon if needed and shoved his phone into one pocket before leaving with a mutter. He trudged through the snow as fast as he could, walking up to the backdoor.

Unlocking it, he pushed it in with a frown, closing it behind him after he knocked the snow off his shoes and pants. Putting his wet shoes to the side, he used the mat that was there to dry his feet before he carefully headed into the front room, using his flashlight on low instead of turning on lights.

Finding that the front door was open, he frowned and looked outside, seeing that there were a trail of footsteps leading in and out to car tracks that lead off to the side. Carefully he closed the door as he contemplated calling the cops. He knew he could take care of himself though and decided to wait for a minute. Stepping back from the door, he turned off the flashlight and let his eyes adjust to the dark as he stood in the entryway.

Placing the flashlight onto the side table next to him, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He debated on still calling the alarm company to find out what code had been used. That plan was killed through when he felt a hand touching his shoulder blade, trailing up to his shoulder.

The feeling of power that just barely sizzled along his senses made him yelp and spin around, calling out the smallest of his zanpakuto. Tensa appeared into his hands as he fell into a fighting stance, a dark shape jumping away from him in surprise. He blinked rapidly as the hall lights flicked on, forcing him to rub at his eyes to get rid of the spots dancing in his vision.

Blinking his eyes open again, he found that Tanaka was standing near the light switch, hand still on it as a sharply dressed man was looking at him with some amusement. Another man came down the stairs with a raised eyebrow.

The man who had surprised him with a touch had black hair, dark red eyes, and skin so pale that it wasn’t human without the help of makeup. The man who had come down the stairs had dual colored eyes: one blue, one purple and blue-black hair that fell slightly over the purple eye without getting in his way.

“Sebastian?” the man with dual colored eyes asked. “You didn’t tell me that you had hired such an odd little Grim Reaper. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen one who didn’t have the glasses, fluorescent yellow-green eyes, or an interesting death scythe.”

The now named Sebastian chuckled at that, turning to Tanaka. “Because we didn’t hire a Grim Reaper. Do remember dear, that we are in Japan, thus they have their own layer of the afterlife. He, I believe, is a Shinigami. Am I right?” he asked, looking back to Ichigo.

His lips pursed, feeling the hollow amusement that echoed so far away still, Ichigo sighed as he let Tensa dissolve from his hands. He fell onto his ass with a grunt, feeling the rush of power dissipate, leaving him out of breath. “Not quite fully a Shinigami,” he finally said. He didn’t really see much of a way to wiggle out of what had been seen and doubted that his employers would care much. Not with the way that they were rather unsurprised at the fact that he had power.

More so since they apparently knew about the Grim Reapers, the collectors of souls in the Western world and Shinigami’s counterparts.

“Tanaka, do you think you can help Kurosaki here to the living room while I go make us all some tea? I think pulling his sword out wore him out,” Sebastian suggested.

“Zanpakuto,” Ichigo muttered.

The butler smiled slightly and nodded his head. Walking over to Ichigo, he easily picked the other man up into his arms, ignoring the protests that Ichigo could walk just fine on his own, and headed for the living room. Ciel followed him with a smile on his lips.

After he had been placed onto the couch, Ichigo huffed and stood up, quickly finding out that, no, he could not walk, much less stand. He quickly sat back down and held his head with a groan. “I hate this,” he sighed, trying to breathe through the dizzy spell. He barely twitched when a long-fingered hand curled over the back of his neck and warmed with a bit of power, just sighing as the energy flowed through his body.

Looking up, he found a concerned Tanaka staring at him, and smiled slightly. “Thank you, Tanaka-san,” he said, the butler nodding as he pulled away once he was happy.

Sebastian walked into the living room, Ciel standing near the couch and watching Ichigo with his own brand of worry on his face. “Thank you, Ichigo, for making sure that the kitchen was stocked,” he said.

Ichigo sighed as he sat back, unable to fully maintain a fully upright position. “It’s not really an issue, Sebastian-san. It was delivered earlier today but I still wasn’t expecting you to arrive until tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise I would have greeted you in something more than tights and a sweater,” he said. He watched as Sebastian poured tea from two different teapots. Ciel was handed the cup with what looked like black tea, the young English Lord adding a sugar cube to it. Ichigo took his own and found perfectly made green tea, Tanaka holding a pot of honey powder for him to sweeten his tea.

“Now, you want to tell us why it is that someone who obviously has Shinigami powers but apparently isn’t one, is working for us?” Sebastian asked as he sat with his own tea cup. He found himself curious about the young male that was resting before them, Ciel sitting next to him.

Ichigo sighed. He stirred the honey powered into his tea before tapping the spoon on the side. Tanaka took the spoon and put it down onto the tea tray before taking his own seat. “My father is a Shinigami. To give you the short version, he gave up his powers to help save my mother, who was a Quincy who got caught up in an experiment that would have killed her. Turning her into a powerful hollow afterwards.” He sipped at his tea before sighing. “When I was fifteen, I met a woman who was a shinigami, and to help my family from a rampaging hollow, I took her power to unlock my own power.

“We didn’t find out until nearly a year later that a man named Aizen Sousuke had a half-created orb of power, which is now destroyed. Shit went down. A war was fought, and I was on the front lines because he dared to threaten my family. The shinigami all thought that I fought for all of them. I was mostly doing it because I had made some friends amongst them, and I was fighting for them and my family.” He took a deep breath. “I lost my power. At least that’s what everyone else thinks. In truth, I just used them to a point of having them go into a kind of slumber again. My father’s was the same way. They’ve been waking up slowly over the last year or so, but I don’t feel the urge to get dragged into Seireitei’s bullshit. There’s a few other reasons but I really don’t want to get into that.”

“Not at this time, I would think,” Ciel said, Ichigo nodding his head. “What about when you do leave this world?” he asked.

Ichigo chuckled in some amusement. “My body had to be turned into a different kind of gigai, the same that my dad actually uses. It’s like a normal living body but I won’t be dying a natural death anytime soon. Much less will I be aging,” he admitted. He crossed his legs. “I won’t be going back to the Seireitei for a long time if I don’t want to. And right now? I really don’t want to.”

Sebastian chuckled at him, drawing Ichigo into a conversation, going deeper into his story, watching as the young man started to fall asleep after an hour. When brown eyes had slid shut fully, his breathing settling into a slow, easy rhythm, he smiled softly and put his tea cup to the side. “I shall take our young Ichigo here to our guest room for the night. How about the two of you go settle in,” he said, moving to scoop Ichigo up into his arms.

“I will make sure that his house has been closed up for the night,” Tanaka stated. Ciel nodded as he gathered the tea cups, putting them onto the tray. He was still amused that he was doing such domestic things like putting dishes away.

“I’ll just rinse these out and will meet you in our bedroom, Sebastian. Tomorrow we will have to talk more about what to do with our young house manager,” Ciel stated. Sebastian smiled slightly and nodded before he headed up the stairs with Ichigo in his arms. He headed for the guest rooms close to their bedrooms, and found that they were all freshly made, settling him into the large bed. Pulling the blankets from under Ichigo’s body, he found the phone that was still on his body, putting both on the side table before covering him.

Done with that, Sebastian left the room and headed into the bedroom that he shared with his mate, finding him waiting for him as he closed the door. “I believe that we have much to speak about, as you said, but it is a good that we discovered this about Ichigo now instead of later,” Sebastian said. Ciel hummed and nodded as he continued to remove his clothes, digging around in their still unpacked suitcases. He figured they would take care of them later.

“Indeed. Especially since that mission from the Queen on the request of the Japanese government has brought us here,” Ciel drawled. He smiled at his mate after pulling his shirt off. “For now, we rest. Tomorrow will come soon enough.”
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