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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 8
Characters: William, Ichigo, Dante, Vergil
Word count: 2080
Warnings: nothing yet
AN: I admit that I almost forgot to post this because I’m tired and working on a lot of things. Got so much to do.

Like writing an epic length Harry Potter story that I am planning on having people CRY. I’ve done it with the plans so far.

One of my readers feels has feels. This is saying something okay?

But for now, enjoy this chapter!

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Stepping up to the rather large door, William knocked on it and listened to the barely there sounds of a movie stopping. That told him that someone was inside, and that they were hopefully coming to answer the door.

It didn’t take long for a tall male with silver hair that was carefully brushed back into spikes answered the door. A gun was pointed at him, making him sigh and glare with fluorescent green eyes. “I would be very pleased if you didn’t point that gun at me. I am not here to hurt Ichigo. I am here to visit and drop off presents for him,” he said, pointing to the tote filled dolly that sat next to him. “Grell and Ciel went a bit insane.”

“William-kun,” Ichigo chirped as he walked around Vergil, taking his gun and putting the safety back on before handing it back with a smile. “This is William, one of the three Grim Reapers who is helping me to find out just why I’m being hunted by these assholes,” he said, patting Vergil’s arm.

“Ah, I see. Welcome, William. Please, come in. We were just watching a movie while eating lunch. I do hope that you do not mind finger foods,” he said. He stepped back from the door, opening it and allowing the Grim Reaper to roll the dolly in.

William chuckled and shook his head. “I do not mind them. I take it that you are cooking the food since Ichigo has most likely taken the day off?” he asked teasingly.

Vergil chuckled and nodded his head, closing the door once William had walked in fully, leading him to the entertainment area. He waved to where there was already a small pile of gifts from himself that he had ordered after he had fucked his mate into a nap the night before. They had arrived just an hour before, but they were all there which made him quite happy and Ichigo highly amused. “My brother is still out currently, but he should be back soon from whatever he is doing.

“I think that he said something about swinging by that one gunsmith that you guys use to buy some more bullets,” Ichigo said as he helped unload the totes onto the table. He handed William a plate and pointed to the food that had been laid out on the coffee table, taking his spot on the couch again. As soon as the Grim Reaper had sat down, he laid his legs over the man’s lap, Vergil chuckling and taking his own seat, picking up his plate.

“Then he will be back by the time dinner is served. Hopefully,” Vergil drawled, eating a potato stick. William chose a few things and settled back on the couch, plate of food next to him and one hand resting on Ichigo’s ankle. “So, you are here to check up on your young one here?” he asked, William nodding his head. “How is the case going?”

“We are fairly certain that we were able to make the idiots leave London alone after Grell sent a missive to the Seireitei about feeling one of their own in our territory. They have sent one back apologizing and saying that they had found the man, but he had lost all of their memories for the last three weeks.” William snorted and tried one of the dumplings. He hummed and looked over at Ichigo with a smile. “It’s good, but not nearly as good as your own.”

“Yes, but mine just happens to be my grandmother’s recipe,” Ichigo drawled, nudging the other man in the side with a smile dancing on his lips. “And it was perfected by my mother who then taught me it before she died.”

“Will it take me much to convince you to make a few dozen gallon sized bags of your dumplings?” Vergil asked, having tasted them before. He knew from one of his chats with Ichigo in the last few weeks that most of his food could be frozen. At least as long as they were properly wrapped up.

“You buy me the ingredients and a jar of liquid gold glaze in payment, and I’ll make it,” Ichigo bartered. Vergil pulled out his phone, opening the app to the store that he knew that Ichigo bought from since he had used Vergil’s phone to buy with his own money. He handed it to him and sat back with a smirk.

“Deal.” Ichigo smiled and looked to the phone, finding the jar and adding a pearlescent overglaze that was on sale if he bought both jars. He returned the phone for Vergil to finish the order.

“I’ll pay for the difference of the pearlescent jar,” Ichigo said. Vergil waved off the words and paid for both.

“They will be here in two days,” he said. “How much longer do you think that he will be staying with us?” Vergil asked. He opened the grocery store app and thanked whatever Deity had whispered into whoever’s ear about creating such useful tools. It just made his life so much easier to be able to order most of the food that they needed to be delivered than it was to go shopping.

And at the least, he could check on the ads without having to leave for a newspaper since he figured that Ichigo would most likely want to go shopping for the food himself. He always did when it came to the meat he used.

“I would think it won’t be more than a week. Or there about,” William said, settling in and looking at the movie. It looked like one of the ones with a murderer that just wouldn’t stay dead. He wasn’t too sure which one it was since he rarely watched horror, but Ichigo liked to snicker at them on occasion. “Which one are you watching now?” he asked.

“Halloween,” Vergil said. He looked amused as he wrote down a list of stuff that was on sale and that he wanted to pick up along with what Ichigo would need. “I do believe that it’s the remake.”

“It is. I’m doing a report comparing the original four to the reboot for my film class,” Ichigo said, pointing to his pad of paper that already had a few notes. “I already watched the first movie to get a good idea of the timeline. And I know the next three pretty well, so this is the first round of the new one which looks like a combination of the three,” he explained. William nodded with a smile. “You really don’t mind, do you?”

William chuckled at him and patted his ankle. “No, I do not mind. I don’t really watch much horror because I have seen worse over my lifetime, but the Halloween series have always been an interesting series to watch.” Ichigo smiled and picked up the remote, restarting the movie again. The three settled in, Vergil not paying much attention to the movie, rather eating and continuing to make lists of things that had to be replaced or restocked.

After the movie ended the first time, Ichigo gathered up the used dishes and any leftovers, heading into the kitchen as William watched the way he walked, eyes half lidded. Vergil chuckled softly as he lounged on the sectional couch. “I take it that you were waiting for him to become a legal adult in England?” he asked.

“To be truthful, he was legally able to say yes when he arrived and received dual citizenship, Vergil. I was just waiting for him to become eighteen because that is the known age that the powers of a medium start to balance out. Since he has not yet left to take on his full Shinigami abilities, despite being able to have long been able to speak with his zanpakuto spirit, his powers are finally finding that balance. Which means that he can now easily mix his powers with another being. If I had kissed him with any kind of intent that wasn’t parental or as a sibling, our powers would have mixed in small amounts and that would have stunted his own growth,” he said. He smiled at the half-devil. “I just told him that I was waiting for him to be legal.”

“And he knows that I know that his reason was bullshit. Now, if he had told me that when I first asked him on a date six months ago I would have understood,” Ichigo teased as he came out. He walked up to them with a tray that held three cups half full of ice and a pitcher of tea. “But we’re now having to wait until we head back to Japan. I was lucky enough to get into Karakura University to start on my road to a Masters in the Arts with a focus in sculpture and 3-D artistry. And a minor in Visual Arts. Then I’m probably going to end up in Tokyo if I don’t go back to London for my higher degrees. I do have a few options open to me.”

“He does. Many,” William drawled. He smiled as Ichigo put the tray down and poured the tea, handing out the cups before he perched in William’s lap, much to the Grim Reaper’s amusement. “He has nearly perfect scores even though he is doing everything through the ‘mail’, such as it is,” he said. He handed Ichigo his quarterly grade card.

Opening it up, Ichigo smiled, feeling rather pleased with his scores, even the photography one. “My photography teach says that I should try for a wider range of picture types and styles. But he does understand that I can’t really show anything that would lead my stalkers to me,” Ichigo said. He shifted and read the rest of the comments from his teachers. “They were all told that I had a stalker issue that Ciel and Sebastian have to deal with so I’m hiding away for the time being,” he explained, catching sight of the curious looking Vergil.

“That was smart to tell them that,” Vergil said. He tested the tea and nodded at finding not to sweet. “I think that I will miss your tea the most when you leave.”

“I’ll teach you how to make it with the other things,” Ichigo said, leaning back into William, one arm coming to rest around his waist. “I do hope that there’s a copy of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew in those gifts,” he drawled as the front door opened.

“You read Shakespeare?” Dante called out, having caught the words, sounding rather surprised as he walked towards the entertainment area. He pushed the curtain out of his way. He had a rather large bag in his arms and was looking as if he was about to fall backwards trying to keep it in his arms. “Did I miss lunch?” he asked.

“Just mostly nibbles. There’s some left overs in the fridge that can be reheated if you want it,” Ichigo told him as he eyed the bag. “And where did you go?” he asked.

“I had ta get a few things, is all,” Dante drawled. He put the bag down onto the table with the rest of the gifts. “Sorry about not being able to get them wrapped up or anything.” He shifted on his feet at the surprised but pleased look on Ichigo’s face.

“That’s fine. They don’t need to be wrapped,” Ichigo said, standing up from William’s lap, going to poke around the gifts. “I can open them now, right?” he asked, looking to the three men.

Vergil waved a hand as Dante rolled his eyes and William chuckled. “Go ahead. It is for you after all,” Vergil drawled. They smiled at Ichigo as he started to move the gifts over to the coffee table to unwrap them in comfort instead of standing at the table.

Sitting down on the floor between William’s legs, he started with Dante’s gifts. By the time he was done going through them, he had three new bottles of gold glaze, four of the pearlescent glaze, several new shades of underglaze that he had wanted but passed up due to price, and three new Shakespeare plays. He also received a new plant that would go home with William and several new pieces of clothing to play with, and enough money to go on a spending spree at the art store much to his happiness.
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