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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 53

Characters: Ichigo, Taichos, Fukutaichos, Sebastian, Ciel, Ikkaku, Yumichikia

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Warnings: Full on story

AN: So we hear the delight that his story. It's getting closer to the end from here! Hugs to all!
Enjoy you guys.
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He was ready for what was to come, so very ready. They had placed a collar around his neck, the name of which escaped him at the moment, and attached little leashes to it. He had simply smiled placidly at them and adjusted the cuffs of sekkiseki stone around his wrists. He didn't want them accidentally slipping off suddenly just because he knew how to work around the darn stone after all.
Because, as Sebastian had told him, they weren't going to let him go into a dangerous situation if he didn't know how to save himself should they, for some odd reason, be unable to save him.
“Are you ready to be taken out to face your final death?” one of the masked Shinigami asked, Ichigo glancing up at him with deep brown eyes that seemed to shine with a hidden knowledge.
Of secrets that were to never be known by them.
“Of course,” Ichigo hummed, allowing them to lead the way out of the tower where he had stayed for his supposed last night of life. He was ready, feeling his mark pulse just under the collar of his plain, white kimono that he had been told to dress in for what was to come. It was comfortable enough and it covered the faint almost silver Faustian Mark on his chest.
He could feel Sebastian and Ciel just on the edge of his mind, feel Zangetsu and Tensa ready themselves, wondering if now was when they would be called, his power sizzling and dancing just under the surface. It made him want his lover to help him work off the excessive energy that he could feel dancing in his veins. It pulled a sigh from him as he walked over the bridge that would take him to his execution, standing between the four veiled shinigami that would act as the ones who would set free the Sokyoku to destroy his very soul and send him back to the Life Stream.
He hid his smirk at that thought by bowing his head.
Coming to stand before the gathered group of Shinigami, spotting the ones that he had heard about watching him carefully and seeing that Jushiro wasn’t standing there. Something about the way that Shunsui was looking rather thoughtful made him feel better about it so he put that thought to the side as Yamamoto stepped up and stared at him.
“Ichigo No Name, you are hereby charged and found guilty of stealing powers that are not your own and invasion of the Seireitei. This is the last time that you will be able to say your piece,” Yamamoto stated, his voice rumbling as his stared at his grandson, old eyes dark as he watched full lips pull into a smirk. and brown eyes turned dark.
“Are you sure you really wish to hear this particular story?” Ichigo hummed, tilting his head, braid sliding and swinging behind him as a smile full of mischief formed in place of the smirk.
“We will stand here all day if need be,” Yamamoto proclaimed, Yumichika and Ikkaku sharing a look with Gin near where Yamamoto stood, the three men shifting to perch on several boulders that were close by to watch everything and still be able to help should it come down to it.
“Wonderful,” Ichigo hummed, shifting on his feet before looking around, unsurprised when his eyes were covered by a blindfold, allowing it to happen, knowing that it would just help him in the long run. “Let me tell you a story about a clan. A clan that ranged from the Living World into Soul Society and back. This clan was powerful, mastering in explosions and fireworks, making their name with them while their militaristic connections made them quite wealthy and powerful.”
The words rolled over everyone there, conjuring the vision of faceless clan members in kimonos, close and smiling and happy. He didn’t raise his voice to be heard, as if the wind itself was carrying every syllable that came from pink lips.
“This clan did everything it needed to in order to help those that they were loyal to. When they were alive, they helped the Emperor of Japan as long as he stayed true to the people. The moment that he turned on the people, they turned on him, and did it with such power that he was often helpless against them. Here, they became members of the Gotei 13, often ascending to the ranks of Taicho and Fukutaicho, a few becoming guardians of the Spirit King. Those that are still guardians still live and hide away, knowing what happened to the rest of their clan would happen to them.
“The clan was killed because of the manipulations of one man. He fabricated lies from truths and used those who hated this clan to his advantage after their head was killed by an innocent pawn in his scheme. So women, children, men...they were all slaughtered, killed by the hidden corps of the Gotei 13 without mercy. Only a few survived and they hid away, one leaving the Seireitei completely to hide away in the Living World after having given up his powers to save the woman who would come to be his wife and mother of his children.”
The silence was so absolute that you could hear a pin drop, everyone staring at the blindfolded young man who seemed so relaxed in the face of his death. Several of the Shinigami Taichos and fukutaichos were going stiff in surprise at what was being said by the young child before them. There was no way the kid could have known about what he was saying. He hadn’t been born during that time was the thoughts on several of their minds.
A pair of cold brown eyes narrowed as he stared at the confident, beautiful man before him, mind whirling with thought.
“That man gave up his powers to save her when she stumbled across the one who had set up the clan to be massacred trying to create beings that had the power of hollows. Something that should have never been done, but had been done. She had been saved from dying a rather painful death though when the man helped her and he donned a special gigai to take the next dozen years to regain his power in hiding,” Ichigo hummed, smirking slightly as he reached up and pulled his braid over his shoulder. “She was a beautiful woman with hair the color of honey and eyes the richness of chocolate. Slim and delicate and powerful to a fault. She was a Quincy, a pure one who wanted nothing more then to find someone who could withstand her power and her attitude.
“She found it in the shinigami who left his clan, knowing that it was safer for them. She found a love that would transcend through time and space, and they had children. Three of them.”
The words hit hard, making the gathered Shinigami who didn’t know the full story rock mentally, their minds rushing and flying through their thoughts. Hitsugaya had long before gone stiff next to Rangiku who was looking at the young man with glazed, saddened eyes.
The smile on Ichigo’s lips were sad, soft. Sweet even as he ran a hand over his hair. “They had a son who wanted to do nothing more than to make his mother happy. When he was three, they had fraternal twins, one dark as the night and one as bright as the day. All three of their children were their pride and joys, bringing a completeness to their lives. But one day when their little boy was six, about to turn seven, on a dark afternoon with the rain pouring over them, they lost their mother to a hollow, one called Grand Fisher.
“You see, the little boy could see things that no human should be able to see. He could see the spiritual world just like his mother could and just like his father could, but he never knew just what he was seeing. So when he saw what he thought was a little girl standing at the edge of a river that was quickly flooding, he ran to help her, never knowing that it was just the lure that Grand Fisher was so known for,” he said, the words filled with sadness and old pain.
“Ichigo…” Shunsui breathed out as things started to snap into place in his mind as long fingered hands gripped the long braid.
“The little boys mother ran after him and saved him, losing her own life in the process. After that, things changed in the family. The little boy became the protector that he was named, watching over his sisters and learned about the world that he saw. His sisters changed too. The one dark as night became strong while the bright as day sister became the caretaker,” Ichigo hummed, barely reacting to his name being spoken. “But one day it came to a screeching halt in the most painful of ways. Because, see, the one who ordered the massacre of the clan before had found the shinigami who lived life as a man. He found them and sent the hidden corps after the family, but once more he missed someone. He missed the son.
“You see, the son had gone with his class on a long field trip and only came home after his father and his thirteen year old twin sisters had been killed in cold blood. He found them, lying on the ground, the marks of a katana blade on their backs.” Ichigo smirked. “You see, the man who had ordered their deaths didn’t know something. He didn’t know that at one time, the mother had saved a demon from a particularly annoying hunter who just wouldn’t stop and so gained a very special contract.”
“What is it you’re talking about?” Yamamoto called, eyes narrowing as he played his part with obvious delight. Aizen went stiff as he realized something big was about to happen. Something that he didn’t want to happen.
Ichigo’s eyes started to glow under the blindfold as he smirked, releasing his braid to fall back once more. “You asked, Geryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, if I had something to say,” he called out, his voice rising as he lost his smirk. “Oh, but I did have something to say and I still have something more to say. I have things to say about the traitor that pulls at your strings so much like a puppet master.” His braid started to slowly dance with his ever rising power as the sekkiseki cuffs started to break. “I have things to say about those who would kill innocent little girls and their father, only to leave their cooling bodies upon the ground for their older brother to find them.”
“How can he even access his power? What with the cuffs, it shouldn’t be possible,” Soi-Fon breathed as black ribbons lined with fiery red and cool silver started to lick up Ichigo’s legs, making the kimono dance and the front to fall open, exposing his collar bone.
“But all of these things can be said later. That is, once I do what I have set out to do,” he purred. His Faustian Mark flared like liquid silver on his chest, shining against his pale skin as his power continued to rise and the sekkiseki cuffs continued to break. “Come to me, my Demons. Heed your masters call! Sebastian. Ciel. Break me free from that which would hold me captive!” he called out. Power, rich and strong and filled with a darkness so thick it was like ink spilling over the hill, filling the air and spreading before cracking, leaving two demons standing there with Ichigo.
The smaller of the two stood before Ichigo, idly holding a gun out before him, finger on the trigger as dual colored eyes gazed at the group impassively. The taller demon stood behind Ichigo, holding his cuffed wrists in his own hands and idly breaking the sekkiseki cuffs around his wrists, rubbing at the skin that he exposed.
“How...amusing that it has come down to this,” Ciel drawled, breaking the spell of silence that had fallen at the demon’s appearance.
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