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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: 7
Word Count: 1843
Warnings: nothing
AN: My hips are killing me and this sucks. But I am here to post today’s chapter on time so enjoy!

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Staring at the list in his hand, Ichigo smiled as he slipped out of the large van that he and Tanaka had decided on for their shopping. Tanaka walked around to his side with a smile. “I noticed that you tend to go to the farmer’s market when you shop,” he said. Ichigo made a soft sound.

“It may be small, but this place has some good prices. And no matter how much I’m paid for my work and how much I have for the house budget, I’m still one who lived on a tight budget for a long time,” Ichigo admitted. He smiled wanly. “I also tend to buy my own food on these runs. Again, I may have a large amount of money for my use, but I still like to go for the better prices for the better food,” he said as he led the way into the large store.

Tanaka nodded, chuckling and following after Ichigo, smiling at the fact that the younger male was dressed in a simple pair of pants and a shirt. His growing hair had been pulled back into a short braid. In the last two weeks, Tanaka was happy to note that Ichigo had become more comfortable with them since their first breakfast. They had contacted Undertaker, sending him a warning that a half-Shinigami was working for them and to keep an eye on the rumor mill.

The man had sounded rather curious about young Ichigo but had promised not to say a thing about him while keeping an eye out.

He watched as Ichigo grabbed a smaller push cart for himself, Tanaka grabbing the larger one that would hold the food for the main household, coming to walk beside Ichigo. “How are you finding working for Sebastian and Ciel?” he asked in his slightly accent Japanese. For the decades since he had joined the Phantomhive household, he had taken on a slightly English tilt to his words. Which amused Ichigo.

Ichigo hummed softly and headed for the fruit display first, wanting to get the ones on his list. He had learned early on that there were only a few stores in Tokyo that carried the fruits that Ciel and Sebastian preferred having in the house. Thus he always went for the fruit first. “It’s...interesting,” he admitted. He gathered the first bag of fruits and placed it into the cart’s fruit holding basket. “They’re much nicer than what a lot of the articles about them portray.”

Tanaka huffed a soft laugh as he joined Ichigo in finding the right kind of fruit, placing them into the carts, watching Ichigo buying a few of them for himself. “Yes, they are. At least to those that they like or care for,” he said as they moved onto the next display. It didn’t take them long to get through the fresh fruits and vegetables, Ichigo leading the way down to the first aisle. “I believe that we will be entertaining a guest in the next week,” he mused. Ichigo looked up from where he was looking over the offered bags of rice.

Ichigo huffed at him. “Alright. Yeah. Yellow rice it is,” he muttered. He grabbed a pound bag of that, then the usual two-pound bag of white rice that he used, and the four-pound bag for the main house. Each bag was placed into the right cart before he stood and headed for the noodles. “Do you think that they like me though? I know that I didn’t tell you guys everything when I was hired but…”

“But you had your reasons, even now,” Tanaka stated, gathering the various noodles that he would use for meals in the coming week. He noticed that Ichigo got soba and udon mostly. “We do understand that fact,” he said as they moved on.

Ichigo sighed as he leant against his cart as they walked. “Yeah. But I still hid the fact that I have power from you guys. Or rather, that I was getting my power back. And that I have connections back in Seireitei. Not that I really want to admit to those connections right now.”

Tanaka raised an eyebrow as they walked over to the offered tofu, knowing who he was talking about from their times talking during tea. Ichigo grabbed four medium sized packages of the silken and a few each of both soft and firm, packages landing in the baskets. “Why not?” he asked. He checked Ichgio’s list and gathered a few more packages of tofu.

Ichigo huffed as he blushed, rubbing at one cheek. “Before I ‘lost’ my power, I was kind of sort of dating a guy from there. After everything that happened though, he went on his merry way. I did have some of them visit me while in gigai’s, so it’s not like he couldn’t come visit me. But as far as I can tell, I was a good way to pass the time for him,” he said. He eyed the tofu again before grabbing another thing silken, deciding to make a chocolate smoothie.

They moved on, Tanaka sneering at that thought. “Such a disgrace, using another just to pass time instead of being with them because they truly cared,” he huffed. Ichigo shook his head and smiled as they grabbed things, not really saying a thing.

They continued their walk to the meats and worked their way down the prepackaged meats towards the butcher area before Ichigo spoke. “I actually slept with him. Once. Before the war against Aizen really kicked in. It wasn’t anything spectacular. It wasn’t bad, but not the best.”

“It just was?” Tanaka asked teasingly. Ichigo nodded, a blush spread over his cheeks. “Sex, even with someone that you are not truly tied to is supposed to be enjoyable for both partners. Not just...meh.”

“Yeah. Well…all it did was leave me rolling my eyes, sticky and slightly sore,” Ichigo huffed. He pointed to the pork that he wanted for the house before choosing some for himself. “If we ever deal with them, the guy was Iemura Yasochika. Not exactly the best of guys I found out, but he was sweet to me every time that I ended up staying at the Fourth to heal,” he said. He sighed. “For all that I can smell bullshit from a mile away, he got around that pretty good.”

“And you think that he was purposefully avoiding you?” Tanaka asked before asking for two chunks of salmon to be wrapped up.

“I kind of know so.” Ichigo moved slightly down the butcher block after putting the meat into the baskets. “I asked a close friend who knows him, and the asshole has apparently been chasing some pretty little tenth seat in the Sixth Division. Completely forgot about me when he thought I had no power. Not that it didn’t turn out to be a good thing since I’ve gone into something like hiding…”

“You really do not want them to know just what is going on. Not yet at least, do you?” Tanaka asked as he pointed out two roasts, and about six pounds of beef that he would grind at home. Ichigo hummed and picked out some beef for himself along with a smallish pork roast.

“Yeah. Look, I love my friends. I really do. But if they find out that my power is coming back and it was never gone, all they’ll do is try to push me into fighting for them again. I don’t think I can fight right now. Not unless I need to,” Ichigo admitted. He put the wrapped meat into his basket and checked things off his list. “I was manipulated into fighting in the Winter War by Aizen himself. Everything else after that? It was my decision to jump in, but I can’t do that right now. For now, I just want to live and heal in peace.”

“Even if that means that you work for two demons and their powerless Shinigami in a fake body?” Tanaka asked. He stared at the man who was looking healthier and happier than when he had been interviewed for the job, and he was glad that he had come clean about most of his own past. “Well then. We do have to plan for a good dinner. Is there any dessert that you are good at making?” he asked after getting a small smile.

Ichigo hummed as he thought about what he could make, the two gathering the last of the meat. Tanaka pulled his phone out and sent a text to Sebastian about needing to speak with them about their young estate manager. He slipped the phone back into his inner pocket as Ichigo lead the way to the baking and cooking based aisle. He smiled when Ichigo grabbed three bars of high-quality white chocolate from the shelf.

“I do believe that a white chocolate cherry cheesecake will hit the spot,” Ichigo said. He wiggled the bars and put them into the household cart. Pursing his lips, Ichigo grabbed three more of them with a blush as he placed one into his own basket. “The cheesecake itself only really takes about one of them and it’s deep dish, but I do believe that Phantomhive-sama will enjoy it.”

Tanaka smiled softly and picked up the chocolate, placing it in his cart. “I believe that I will buy the ingredients for your cake as a treat and a bonus for this,” he stated. Ichigo blushed deeper. “Come, let us get what else you need.”

Ichigo smiled and lead the way to gather the true vanilla extract, a small thing of almond cookies that would make a good crust for the cheesecake, and hunt down the cream cheese that he would need. Ichigo also lead the way to the fruits again, buying a large amount of cherries to make the topping with.

With food gathered and bought, they left the store and loaded the van, Tanaka driving them home with a quick stop through a drive through for fries for them and a shake for Ichigo. It didn’t take them very long to have the food put away, the meat put into freezer bags, and Ichigo’s food taken to his home.

Ichigo promised that he would make the cheesecake the morning of the day of the meeting and the topping the day before it.

Tanaka smiled at him before escorting him back to his home with the cherries and a dish of enchilada’s that Sebastian had made before he returned to the main house. He had quite a bit to tell his bosses but didn’t want to go into many details though. He had permission to talk about things, but he wasn’t going to give names or many other details that Ichigo had filled in on the drive back.

He was feeling particularly protective of the young man after all. And no one messed with his family, no matter how old they were, or how long it had been since he had seen that part of his family.
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