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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: 49

Characters: Hitsugaya, Grell, some Rangiku (background)

Word count: 1,433

Warnings: nothing

AN: Guys...are well really already on chapter 49? Really? *stares in wonder* Guys! This story has 56 chapters total so there's only like 7 more weeks left to this story! *flails* And then we move onto another story. I has best get Our Truths done then huh? *goes off to do that*
Enjoy!
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Tapping one finger on the bottom of his lip as he stared at the knocked out and tied up Rangiku Matsumoto and Toshiro Hitsugaya, he tried to work out how to wake up one without waking up the other. Finally remembering how to wake someone up from the dust that he had used, Grell smiled and pulled out the other packet of dust and tilted Hitsugaya's head back, sprinkling the powder over the pert nose, watching as it was inhaled.
“Okay, let's see here. Come on, oh frozen one, time to wake up for me,” he drawled as he slipped the blindfold over the icy blue eyes before they were fully open and focusing on him. “There we go. Now, let's see here. Welcome back to the world of the awake.”
Shaking his head and frowning when he found himself unable to see, Hitstugaya groaned as he tried to get free of the rope around his wrists. “What's going on?” he snarled, eyebrows furrowed together as Grell chuckled softly.
“What is going on is your re-education of how the world around you is run,” Grell said, patting his cheek with a smile. “I'm here to do that,” he stated, moving around to pull himself onto the taicho's desk, crossing his legs with a smile.
“What do you mean how the world around us is run?” Hitsugaya snarled, tugging at the ropes once more.
Grell hummed softly and shook his head in some amusement. “Oh, dear little child, how I wish I wasn't the one to do this. You see, I'm not the most delicate touch and I'm more likely to shatter that illusion that you have with a sledge hammer then to actually just gently tap it so that it starts to crack,” he drawled, gazing at Hitsugaya before checking on his fukutaicho. “And don't worry about your fukutaicho there, Hitsugaya, she's fine. Alive and well, but knocked out for the duration of this time.”
“What did you do to her?” Hitsugaya asked, going stiff at the thought of something bad happening to his fukutaicho. As much as she annoyed him, she was still his fukutaicho and they'd been working in the same division ever since he had become a Shinigami.
“Nothing, child. Just knocked her out just like I did you. I don't know how long it'll take her to wake up so she's lightly restrained should she wake up when I'm not looking, but nothing else,” Grell promised, Hitsugaya nodding his head. “Now, tell me, what do you know about the True Balance of the Worlds? I have no idea what you call it here but that's what I know it as.”
“The Balance?” Hitsugaya asked, furrowing his eyebrows together as he shifted in his bonds. “I know that the amount of living souls always needs to be balanced to the amount of dead souls,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “If we don't keep a specific ratio things get out of hands, more souls becoming hollows.”
“Why am I not surprised by this shit?” Grell asked, groaning and rubbing at his face, nearly ready to growl and strangle some idiots. “You lot lost the history, didn't you? Either someone moved the damn books and suppressed the files, or the information was lost into some idiot clan's libraries accidentally on purpose.”
“What the fuck do you mean?” Hitsugaya yelled, jerking his head towards the voice, eyes narrowing behind the blindfold as he stilled.
“I mean that it’s something that has happened once before. One of the Soul Designation Points collapsed because they lost their Balance and became such a dark place that they literally collapsed into themselves.”
“But…” Hitsugaya breathed, remembering those years. He had been in training still but the influx of souls and the strain had sent everyone scrambling to cover the fact that something was going so very wrong somewhere. “Is that what sent the higher ups into a frenzy when I was just starting my schooling?” he asked, voice surprised but still lingering on pained at the thought of so many souls being forcibly sent into the life stream or into a rebirth of life.
“Yeah, that collapse threw out the balance and threw the Living World into a state of chaos,” Grell said, remembering those days and how he had traveled with William, Sebastian and Ciel around the world to help things smooth out. It hadn’t been the first time that demons had helped those that worked on collecting souls, so it hadn’t been much of a surprise. “I remember those days. All soul agents worked together, except you guys because you listened to your damn Central 46 who are in the pockets of the clans. Which means that you’re all their little monkeys and those who get in their way or come close to exposing them and their workings are taken out. I’m sure you’ve heard of Urahara right?” he asked.
“The exiled traitor? He helped Shinigami who were turned into Hollows,” Hitsugaya snorted, Grell shaking his head with a sigh.
“No, their souls, so to speak, were split in half, creating a hollow within their very beings,” Grell stated. “Hollows are souls, they just live off of the instinct that keep us alive. You got to remember, all souls are humans, just without a suit made of flesh and bone, and we all have instincts that keep us alive. It’s what gets us out of the way of danger.”
“So they were still...themselves?” Hitsugaya asked slowly, Grell humming softly, waiting for the links to start falling into place for the icy taicho. “Urahara knew this, didn’t he?” he breathed.
“Yeah, he knew. And he helped them come from the edge of pure instinct once they were somewhere safe in the human world,” Grell stated. “I’ve talked with them and they are quite happy, if not a bit on the paranoid side since you guys seem to have this need to try to fuck them over just because of your clans,” he said. “Especially since it wasn’t their fault and the one who did it to them has gotten away with it and so much more . Until now that is.”
“Until now? Who is it?” Hitsugaya asked, settling into the chair and not fighting against his bonds any more. He wanted to hear what the other had to say, knowing that it was important at that moment to know what he had to offer him.
Grell smiled, leaning back on his hands as he hummed. “Well, my partner was right that despite your reputation as a cold-hearted bastard that follows the rules, you are open minded,” he hummed, legs kicking back and forth a bit. “Let me tell you about how us coming here was started. And you’ll probably hear this in a bit more detail later on from someone else, so listen to what I have to say. This way you can find out more of this shit all on your own.”
“Alright, tell me about it all,” Hitsugaya stated, nodding his head, mind ready to start on figuring out things as he was told.
“It all started over 19 years ago with a Shinigami and a Quincy, one of the so called last pure ones, meeting in an interesting way. She had just landed in the sight of our target and he used her as an experimental test subject,” Grell started. As the story continued, keeping away from names and places, Hitsugaya’s horror grew until he had to be released with a quick flick of a knife that Grell was carrying so he could be sick into a trash can. Once he had assured Grell that he was fine, the Grim Reaper slipped out of the office window with barely any sound.
As he pulled off the blindfold, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Hitsugaya shivered and looked to where there was a piece of paper and two small cloth bags with tags on them. Picking up one, he found that it would awaken Rangiku within a few seconds. Picking up the other one, he sighed softly and sent out a thanks that the man had left it. As Rangiku woke up, he heated some water and poured the tea powder into it, stirring it as he thought of how to tell his fukutaicho that everything that they had known was nearly a lie.
And that a small group of ryoka was going to change everything for the better.
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