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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Characters: Ichigo
Chapter: 6
Word Count: 2142
Warnings: nothing
AN: A quick note about last week: I had a headache from hell. My headaches don’t span just a day or a few hours. They start like 4 days BEFORE I have the actual headache. On Monday: feeling fuzzy and absentminded. Forgot to post until after I was in bed.

Tuesday: Decided to post on Wed.

Wed: Wasn’t on the computer. Headache starts

Thursday: Still drugged, have to run out. Didn’t get on computer.

Friday: Again, fuzzy headed and absentminded. So didn’t post Friday’s thing

This week is a new week and I’m feeling better so enjoy!

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The following morning was an interesting one with Ichigo waking up to find that someone had brought him clean yoga pants and a giant shirt that wasn’t his own. Deciding that he should take a shower and change before he headed down and made food for them, which was a part of his job description when they were in town, he sighed and remade the bed. He muttered about his life and hopedthat his job wasn’t going to be fucked over because of what happened the night before as he grabbed his clothes, heading into the bathroom.

After he took a quick shower, finding bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that left him smelling like vanilla and cherries, Ichigo dressed. He brushed his hair out using one of the offered brushes and dressed after pulling it into a low hanging ponytail.

Heading down the stairs, with dirty clothes in hand, he checked his phone and sent a text to his sisters, greeting them as per their morning routine. Putting his phone and clothes into the basket that he usually carried with him from his house, he smiled at the fact that it was there, along with one of his chargers. Plugging in the phone, he looked around the kitchen and moved to dig out the makings of breakfast for the household.

“Fuck my life,” he sang softly to himself. Reaching into the refrigerator, he pulled out the thick sliced bacon he had been planning to use for an interesting recipe that he had found for lunch, eggs, butter, milk, and various other ingredients to make waffles with from the cabinets. Laying out the ingredients, he easily found the mixing bowls, whisk, waffle maker, paper towels for clean up, and the pan that he knew would be best to make bacon in the oven.

It was only a matter of minutes for him to have the thick bacon onto the racks and sticking the pan into the oven. He washed his hands, set the timer and measured out the ingredients that he needed for the waffles, putting things away once he had done so.

Sebastian walked in just as he was starting to put the mix together, watching him with a curious look. He had known that Tanaka had stolen one of his button-up shirts the night before, but he hadn’t really thought he would find it on their estate manager while he cooked.

Deciding that he would wait and see what the other man would do, he leant against the counter and watched as Ichigo hummed, lost in the movements of making food. He chuckled when Ichigo finally noticed him, turning around to get plates down, squeaking at finding him standing there.

“Ah, good morning, Michaelis-san,” Ichigo greeted. His eyes were wide as he squeezed the paper towel that he had used to clean up the slight overflow on the waffle maker.

Sebastian chuckled and nodded his head in greeting. “Good morning, Kurosaki-san. I see that you’re easily fulfilling one of your jobs, granted on the early side of things,” he said. He watched as soft pink spread out over Ichigo’s cheeks, the young man shrugging as he reached for the plates again, pulling three down.

“I know. But I was up, and I needed to do something to fill time,” he admitted. He blinked when black nails and pale skin came into his line of sight, pulling down a fourth plate, placing it on his pile. The hand then took the plates from him, drawing his eyes to stare up at Sebastian in curiosity.

“Then I will leave you to finish cooking and I will set up the breakfast nook for us,” Sebastian drawled. Ichigo blinked a few times as he watched the other man move into the small room just off to the side of the kitchen that lead to the breakfast nook. Shaking his head at what he had felt coming off the other man, he turned back to the waffle maker and popped it open when it dinged at him.

He flipped the waffle off onto a plate with the others, poured the last of the batter onto the plates, closed it, and let the waffle cook while he turned to the sink with his dishes. Washing them quickly and easily, he set the big bowl to soak while the dishes dried, before turning around, only to squeak as he found, once more, someone he hadn’t felt arrive.

Ciel just gave him an amused once over as he stood there. “We were able to get the correct milk, yes?” he asked. Ichigo nodded as he pointed to the refrigerator.

“One percent for yourself. D for Tanaka-san. Two percent for Michaelis-san. And a carton of full for cooking,” Ichigo said, slightly breathless from being surprised. Ciel hummed and smirked once more, running his eyes over the man again, slower this time, taking his time in enjoying the way he looked.

“Good. Tanaka will be down soon enough. I take it that breakfast is almost done?” he asked. He turned away and pulled down a tea set and a tray to carry it for him.

Ichigo nodded as he moved to fill the electric kettle with water, putting it onto its base and turning it on. “Yes. The last waffle is finishing up now and it won’t take long to warm them back up with the leftover heat in the oven,” he said, looking to the plate of waffles and the cookie next to it. “The heat from the cooking of the bacon will do that while I drain the fat off the bacon and place it onto plates. Is there anything else that you would like with breakfast?” he asked.

“Do we have any fresh fruit to go with?” Ciel asked him. He watched as Ichigo moved around him, hunting around in the crisper drawers to find out what fruit had been bought.

“Plums and peaches at the moment,” Ichigo said as he found the bags with the fruit. He watched the way Ciel moved and wondered just what the man was planning on doing to him. He had, for all intent and purposes, nearly attacked his employers. If Sebastian wasn’t so fast to get out of the way of any attacks it would have been a bad scene last night. But here they were, setting up the breakfast nook for four, and making tea as if last night hadn’t happened.

He decided to just wait to see what they would do and moved to slice the fruit into pieces. He removed the seeds and set them aside, placing the fruits onto a plate, making a note to call a few friends who were doing crossbreeding in their orchards. He already knew that Ciel and Sebastian wouldn’t mind if he took them.

Washing his hands once he had the fruit sliced and put onto the serving plate, he dried his hands and turned off the waffle maker when it beeped at him. He flipped the last one onto the tray just as the oven timer went off. Pausing to shake his head, he laid the waffles onto the tray in piles and switched out the waffles and the bacon, turning the oven off to let them warm up. Ten minutes later, he was putting everything down onto the table, taking his own chair with a sigh.

Ichigo decided that he would eat for comfort instead of health like he usually did. He placed three of the smallish waffles onto his plate, spreading some cream butter over them, adding some of the bacon next to them. He poured some of the fruit tea from one pot and a glass of milk next to that.

“So…” he tried, flushing at the amused looks that Ciel and Sebastian sent him. He played with his fork and butter knife. “What is going to happen now? Am I going to have to find somewhere new to work and live?” he asked.

Ciel snorted as he ate a bite of bacon that he had dipped into his syrup. “Hardly. If you know of the spiritual world, then I am hardly going to fire you for last night. It would be quite annoying having to break a new estate manager in. They tend to lose their mind,” he drawled after he chewed and swallowed. “Just because you are a combination of various beings does not mean that you aren’t still the one who we had hired. You have done nothing wrong so far.” He wiggled his fork at Ichigo.

Ichigo blushed at that and nodded, eating a piece of bacon with a sigh. “Okay.” He closed his eyes at the taste of bacon. “Yeah, I need to spend a little money for this. Not a lot of it, but only sometimes.”

Sebastian chuckled as he nodded. “I’ll introduce you to the butcher that we use when we are here in Tokyo. We prefer to buy our meats from him since he has some of the best cuts with very little bits that we would rather not have,” he drawled. He took a bite of his waffles. “This is a good waffle.”

Ichigo smiled softly, the three men staring at the softness of the look on his face. “My mother taught me how to make them when I was young. She went to America for her pre-college trip and found that she rather liked the various kinds of waffles. She made a close friend with a Quincy woman over there who owed a waffle house. She learned from her. I learned how to do the sweet waffles and the savory but not much else.” He shrugged with a smile. “I don’t make them often.”

“Just when you are stressed out?” Tanaka guessed. Ichigo blushed again and nodded. “Thank you for making such a delicious breakfast. I look forward to seeing what you do for your lunches,” he said. “And perhaps one day, dinners.”

Ichigo tilted his head and smiled at him, nodding. “I would like too. So, tell me, do I have to wear the uniform when it’s just us?” he asked, cutting into his waffle. “Because I can tell you that waiting for those underskirts to dry out properly is a bit of a bitch, and one that I would rather do only once a week if I can get away with it.”

Ciel snorted, shaking his head in return. “We will tell you when you need to wear your uniforms. Keep wearing them when the cleaners are here, and we shall always tell you or text you should we have guests that you need to wear them for. Usually you’ll just be bringing tea or coffee whenever we need it when it’s not on your day off,” he said.

Ichigo smiled and nodded with a smile. “I can work with that. Want to tell me why you got here early?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He shoved a bite of waffle into his mouth.

Tanaka chuckled. “That would be because the pilot needed to get here sooner rather than later as we discovered. They had to induce his wife at four this morning. She is doing fine now, and so is their new daughter,” he said. Ichigo smiled and nodded. Standing up, the young man held up a finger before he walked back into the kitchen, chewing, grabbing his phone and bringing it back with him as he tapped away on the screen.

Swallowing his bite, he slid the phone over. “Would that ‘Get well soon and congratulations’ fruit bouquet work for them?” he asked, remembering that the couple were American’s living in Japan.

The three men looked over the fruit arrangement before Ciel chose one like it but without the blackberry garnish. “For future note, his wife is allergic to blackberries so no blackberry anything around him,” Ciel stated. Ichigo nodded and put the order in to be sent to the hospital in the next few hours with the special instructions.

With that done, the four turned back to their breakfast, settling in to discuss what Ichigo was going to have to do while they were there. They also talked about what would happen with the three charity balls that they were going to have happen while in Japan. They would be holding them in the main house, where a large ballroom type area would be open for it. The parties would be slightly smaller than the ones that they held in England, but they all decided that if Ichigo planned it, it would give him good experience.

Ichigo just huffed at them and told that that he would need the information on the charity balls that they had held before. Tanaka promised him that he would bring the ball binder that held the information that their last estate manager had put together.
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