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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Sing Me a Lullabye

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Chapter: 6

Chapter title: Lessons and Fans

Characters: Elizabeth, Ichigo, Agni, Soma, Ciel, Sebastian

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AN: So we come to new lessons for our dear Ichigo. He’s so adorable he rots teeth.
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“Now, you want to be very careful not to jab yourself otherwise it can be very painful for you to do this work,” Elizabeth said. Ichigo nodded as he pulled his embroidery stand closer, carefully creating an ivy line on a piece of cloth, the dark green stark against the cream. He had already created several leafs on other pieces, some lettering on a few and was working on larger curves and lines. So far, to him, it was like coming home.
His memory rebuilding had progressed in the last week and a half since he had remembered his mother’s death and met Elizabeth, along with some hidden memories of his mother teaching him how to sew, crochet, embroider and quilt. She had told him that it was always good to know how to take care of oneself without needing to run to a tailor or a friend. The memories and knowledge had stuck with him throughout his life and was coming back to him under Elizabeth’s tutorial in using the stand instead of just a free handheld hoop.
“I...missed doing this,” Ichigo hummed softly as he shifted to get some better sunlight. They were on the sun porch, an umbrella providing shade seeing as Ichigo had a very bad habit of wearing himself out in the sun and tended to burn his skin. He was still rather pale from being inside for so long but the time that he spent on the sun porch or running about with Pluto was helping to give him a healthier glow.
“Oh? You know how to embroider?” Elizabeth asked, reaching out and picking up her tea cup, finishing the last of it off and pouring some fresh tea.
“And sew, crochet and quilt. My mother taught me and...afterwards, I just kept learning and growing on how to do it. It was something that was between me and my mother. And later, me and my sister, Yuzu,” Ichigo hummed as he slid the needle through the fabric, pulling the thread down and making sure that it laid properly.
“Sebastian and Ciel tell me that you hardly talk about your family,” Elizabeth said slowly, not wanting to send Ichigo into another fit of tears and pain. The last time it had happened Ichigo had ended up being bundled into bed with Ciel reading him a Shakespearean comedy as the young man dozed off the headache.
“It kind of hurts to talk about them,” Ichigo replied, shrugging one shoulder slightly, delicate and ladylike in his movements. Elizabeth had taken to helping him with the way he walked and moved, which showed, Ichigo picking things up rather quickly. The fencing lessons that Ichigo had with Sebastian helped with his grace as the grace lessons helped with his fencing. “I don’t know if I remember what happened to them, Shirosaki not wanting to make me worry too much. He says that they are safe but not anything else.”
Elizabeth shuddered delicately, shaking her head as she remembered the white being that had been a mirror image of Ichigo but colder. “He is a creepy being,” she stated, shaking her head and turning back to her own embroidery work.
“No, he’s not. Not really. He’s just made of the instincts that we, as humans tend to try to suppress. He’s very overprotective. Sometimes, I think he surpasses Mr. Ciel or Mr. Sebastian,” Ichigo said softly, shaking his head with a sweet smile. “He’s very nice to me.”
“To you maybe,” Elizabeth hummed, shaking her head, blond curls bouncing as she returned to her embroidery. “To the rest of us...well, he obviously respects Ciel and Sebastian but he tends to be very cold to me.”
“I think it’s the fact that you remind him of what is known as a fan girl,” Ichigo mused, feeling Shirosaki shudder and complain somewhere deep in his mind.
“Fan girl?” Elizabeth queried, looking to the other with a curious look in her eyes. Ichigo looked up from his ivy line and turned to her with a smile on his lips.
“They are girls or women who are very knowledgeable about something and can be conceived as obsessive to some people,” Ichigo chuckled. “They tend to squeal and pounce upon those who are a part of whatever they are loving at the moment. Shirosaki tells me that I know a few fan girls that I’ll remember when I get those memories back.”
Elizabeth paused in her movements as she thought over what she had just been told and was glad that Ichigo had turned back to his own piece of embroidery fabric so she could flush without him asking why she was doing so. She could often remember squealing and pouncing upon an often surprised and unhappy Ciel before being told not to do so. “I see,” she breathed, waving her fan over her face to hopefully cool it off. “Well, I will try to act a bit calmer around him when he comes around then,” she promised.
“That would be welcomed,” Ichigo replied, looking to her once more as she placed her fan aside again. “Where did you get that fan?” he asked, looking at it.
Elizabeth blushed for a whole other reason as she stroked the delicate wooden fan. When spread out to show the designs, there was a delicate bushel of flowers on one side and a delicately drawn sparrow with on a tree on the other. “Actually, my husband, Soma, bought it for me for our first year anniversary,” she said.
“Oh,” Ichigo hummed, pouting softly. He had been told he needed to choose a fan but he didn’t like the cloth fan’s that had been shown to him. They held scents that were much too strong for him but the wooden fan that Elizabeth used smelled soft and sweet, something that reminded him of his father. “I need to find a fan but none of them look right...or smell right either,” he admitted.
Elizabeth smiled softly and reached out to gently pat his arm. “I’ll ask Soma where he bought it and maybe he will be willing to help.”
“Ask me what, my beautiful bride?” Soma asked, beaming brightly as he walked out onto the sun porch, Agni and Sebastian following after. Soma bent down and kissed Elizabeth, allowing their third to taste their sweet wife as Ichigo looked away with a shy blush, still not used to the fact that while Elizabeth was married to Soma, she was also with Agni. He had discovered this quite accidentally when she had greeted the two men quite enthusiastically one day.
“Hello, Mr. Soma. Hello, Mr. Agni,” Ichigo greeted, looking up through his lashes at the two men. Agni smiled softly and sat on another chair next to him, taking in the various panels of his work.
“Your lessons are coming along quite well,” he said, studying them with an appreciative eye. “I would not think such a cream color would look so good with such a mix of greens to create a beautiful leaf,” Agni praised, getting a bright, happy smile from Ichigo.
“Thank you, Mr. Agni. I was playing with colors for that one,” Ichigo admitted, finishing off his current string and tying it off before starting a fresh string. “I’ve been finding it easier to move my wrists since Elizabeth agreed to help me relearn this skill.”
“It is very beautiful indeed, young Ichigo,” Soma praised, voice bright and strong, drawing Ichigo’s eyes. “And you have not answered my question. What did you wish to ask me?”
“Oh, yes, Soma, where did you buy me my wooden fans? Ichigo needs to buy a couple for when he starts going to the balls but the cloth fans are not very good for him since he does tend to have a sensitive sense of smell,” Elizabeth stated, Ichigo blushing as he continued to create the twisting ivy line.
“Ah. I see,” Soma hummed, rubbing at his chin in thought, eyes narrowed just a bit. “I had it brought overseas from Japan actually. Though I believe the original maker’s son now lives here and runs a shop, using the same techniques that his father uses,” he said after a moment. “I shall find the shop and send a note to Ciel with that information. Will that be okay?”
“Whatever you can do, Mr. Soma. Please don’t put yourself out for me,” Ichigo said, blushing softly at the boisterous laugh of the man.
“Oh, I will not be putting myself out, my dear Ichigo. You are truly a fresh breath of air. I shall find out and send that information to you soon. For now, I have come to collect my dear wife to take home for an early lunch so she can rest before tonight’s ball.”
“I believe that Mr. Ciel is going to the same ball tonight,” Ichigo said, looking up from his work with a smile on his lips.
“Indeed he is, Ichigo,” Sebastian hummed, getting a small smile from him as he continued with his work. “That means that we are not going to be here for most of the night,” he warned.
“I know,” Ichigo replied, turning to him with a soft smile. “I should be fine. Mr. Bardroy and Mr. Tanaka will both be here to make sure that the house stays secure and if I really need them, Finny and Mey-Rin will be here too,” he said.
“Indeed. Mrs. Elizabeth, Soma, Agni, allow me to show you out,” Sebastian said as Elizabeth gathered her things along with Agni.
“Thank you, Sebastian,” Soma said, the four leaving Ichigo to continue his work, Pluto bounding up the stairs and laying down at his feet.
“Such interesting people,” Ichigo hummed, Pluto groaning lightly next to him.
“That they are,” Pluto huffed softly, drawing Ichigo’s eyes, getting a chuckle from the young man.
“I do not think I will ever get used to a dog speaking, even when you are in your human form,” Ichigo stated, getting a doggy smile. “So odd, my life is.”
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