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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Characters: Ichigo
Chapter: 8
Word Count: 2160
Warnings: nothing
AN: I am tired. Yes. But I am doing better, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. :D Please do remember that this story was just an excuse to write fluff and don’t look to deep into the plot guys. Still, enjoy!

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“Ichigo,” Ciel called out as he walked through the dining room and into the kitchen where he found Ichigo had been mixing white chocolate into a cream cheese mix with the stand mixer. He had been asked to move up the dessert making to that day since the dinner had been moved up. “I do know that you are making the dessert, and this is last minute, but do you think you can help Tanaka with making and serving dinner?” he asked.

Ichigo looked up before he looked back down to make sure that the bread paddle was carefully folding the chocolate into the mix. “Yeah, not a problem. I was going to have to cook that roast tonight anyways, so we can use that for dinner instead of the steaks,” he replied, pointing to the defrosting steaks. “This is really a last minute change,” he said. Ciel nodded as he tapped away on his phone, Ichigo’s phone vibrating a second later.

“Yes. I talked with his secretary. It seems that he had to come to Tokyo a day early and he will be busy tomorrow doing a few emergency things around dinner time. But it shouldn’t last long into the night,” Ciel replied. Ichigo hummed as he turned off the mixer and lifted the top up. Scraping the paddle, he pulled the bowl free and poured the cheesecake mix into the pie crust.

“I really hope that he doesn’t have any kind of cherry allergy,” Ichigo said. Ciel made a thoughtful sound.

“He does have an allergy to them as I found out,” Ciel stated. Ichigo gave him a look as he scraped the bowl clean with a plastic spatula.

“Then he can deal with just a plain white chocolate cheesecake. I’ve already made the topping this morning. Really, a proper topping needs time to thicken in the air before it sits in the fridge,” Ichigo huffed. Ciel smirked, knowing full well that the rules the young man had for his food would be broken by no one. Including him or Sebastian. “I’ll start the roast cooking in an hour,” he said, checking the time. He wrinkled his nose. “I can use that crockpot thing that you bought for the house. I found that it makes the roasts cook so very nicely and it’ll allow me to have enough time to finish setting up dinner with Tanaka-san and go home to clean up and dress.”

Sliding the cheesecake into the waiting oven, he checked his phone finally, feeling his eyebrows lift upwards before he looked at the smirking Ciel. “A bonus for doing more than just dessert and minor serving. I know that you were planning on relaxing tonight, work on some of your papers.”

“It’s fine. I will just get off tomorrow a few hours early,” Ichigo said as he looked at his date book. “It’s just a basic cleaning day tomorrow, along with some renewal of the oils.”

Ciel waved him off. “Take tomorrow off with your normal pay. You can take the time to relax and catch up on your schoolwork. I’m sure that you would prefer to spend the day studying instead of dealing with people, yes?” he asked.

Ichigo chuckled as he nodded. He put his phone and planner away in the usual basket before moving to the refrigerator. “Then I’ll make sure that I do the dishes tonight and make sure things are cleaned up since you paid me such a nice bonus,” he said. Ciel chuckled softly.

Ichigo removed the bagged roast that had spices and cider in with it to help marinade the meat. Ciel slid into one of the barstools and watched at the young male moved around the kitchen. He thought that Ichigo moved as if he had been born and raised in the kitchen, but then again, he figured that he had learned a lot while helping take care of his sisters for so long after their mother died.

Ichigo first put the bowl onto the counter before he reached into the fridge to pull out the carrots, potatoes, and celery that he would layer under and around the roast. It didn’t take him very long to have the potatoes peeled and cut into chunks. He had done the same to the carrots and cut the celery into inch sized chunks. Laying the first layer of vegetables into the bottom of the crockpot, he pulled on a pair of gloves, pulling the roast from the liquid and laying it on the layer of vegetables. He added more around it.

He removed his gloves and found a sweet, but cheap, bottle of red wine, adding it the bag with the cider. Mixing it together, he poured it over the roast and put the lid on top of the crockpot. He set the timer for four hours on medium-high. Tossing the gloves and closing the bottle, he washed his hands, dried them and put the bottle away with a smile.

With all of that done, Ichigo moved to check on the cheesecake, testing it before pulling it out to rest. “Don’t touch that. It needs to sit for a few hours,” he stated, smiling at the still sitting Ciel. “I am now going to go take a hot shower and get ready for this. Think Tanaka feels up to actually helping to set the table?” he asked.

Ciel nodded. “He was planning to and will be playing as the main server since he was stuck dealing with some paperwork issues,” he said. “Are your uniforms clean?” Ichigo nodded.

“I do have some bags that act like a dry-cleaning washer in my dryer. And I have more than one uniform,” Ichigo said. He smiled slightly as he tilted his head. “The shirts, luckily for me, aren’t dry clean only and as long as I use the proper laundry soap and a perm-press wash, even the outerwear can be washed easily. You got me a rather nice washer and dryer set for such things after all,” he said. He flicked his braid back down his back.

Ciel chuckled. “That sounds like a good thing. I did tell Sebastian to get you the best types of washers that would fit in that house,” he said as he stood. “I will let you do that while I go prepare myself for the dinner.”

Ichigo smiled, bending down to pull on his shoes before leaving the house, turning down the path to his own home. At the door, he unlocked it, and kicked off his shoes. He grabbed them from the floor and headed into his bedroom, sticking them on the shoe rack in there. He found his uniforms and checked them over, making sure that they didn’t have a scent to them. He didn’t wear them often, only having to wear when it came to guests, or big parties.

Sometimes he had to wear a full uniform when it came to someone doing work, but each time he had used one since he had started working six months before, he had tucked them into a specialized bag and gently cleaned them. If they were just lightly used, he’d use the same bag with a dryer sheet and stick it in a dryer.

Deciding that it was clean enough, he hung the outfit up onto a hook and found the right shoes for the night. Stripping down, he dropped his clothes into the laundry basket and made a note to do a load before he start-ed dressing. He showered, taking his time and making sure he was cleaned fully, before wrapping his hair up into a towel and pulling on a robe. He hauled his basket into the small laundry area and started it up.

Checking the time on his wall clock, he returned to his bedroom, tugging his towel off and ran it over the long locks. Eyeing the way that his hair was starting to brush his lower back, he smiled at it. Just over six months since he had started to grow them out, and he was already feeling better.

He had spent most of his Christmas alone, his sisters and father coming to Tokyo for a few days, staying in a nice hotel and him staying with them for the three days, but he hadn’t minded much. He was finding that even with the fact that Christmas had been spent watching TV and reading things, he was good with life.

Even with January still being so new.

Picking up his hair brush, he sat at the bathroom vanity and started to work out the knots in his hair, looking over his basic makeup collection to figure out just what he wanted to do. He had the choice between a BB cream that helped to lighten his natural skin tone to something more classically Japanese, his uniform hiding the rest of his skin, and a light coverage foundation. The eyeshadow palettes he had bought would change his gold-brown eyes into a darker brown. A few glosses and lipsticks in various peach and lighter nude colors would hide his natural shade of lips and could make them seem larger than they were.

He had told Ciel and Sebastian when they had asked why he had worn makeup each time he went into the city that the makeup helped him hide his face. They accepted it and asked that he kept his makeup he wore for his job to be appropriate.

He planned on wearing a smoky red look for the ball, but that was mostly because it was because the ball was Valentine’s day themed. Washing his face, he stood up when he heard his washer shut off to switch it to the dryer. He paused and grabbed his comforter from the bed and carried it into the laundry room. With the blanket waiting for the dryer to finish and clothes drying, he sat back down. He primed his eyelids and did a light eyeshadow, keeping it more subtle shadows that swept the corners out and pulled his eyes apart a bit more with a simple winged eyeliner. With that done, he did his face in the BB cream, set it with a light powder, blushed his cheeks, sprayed it all down with a makeup setting spray before laying down a layer of a soft peach liquid lip.

With all of that done, he had a half hour before he would have to return to the main house to set up.

“Fuck man. No wonder women always take three hours to get ready if all this took me nearly twenty minutes and I went with simple and easy,” he grunted. He usually did the very least that he could get away with, ignoring the eyeliner and just using a single shade of eyeshadow along the top of his lash line and some BB cream with just a tinted lip gloss for basic things.

Completely happy with his face, he pinned his hair up into a delicate bun, bangs hanging over his forehead before he stood up and moved to dress, starting with the underwear and stockings. After he dressed, he grabbed the shoes he needed to wear and walked to the front door. Pulling on his shoes, he gathered his keys and phone, locked up after him and left, walking to the main house’s back door.

He found Tanaka already in the kitchen and pulling down the dishes that they would use. Tanaka looked up with a frown. “He’s arrived slightly early,” he warned. Ichigo nodded as he made sure his phone was still in the basket, tossing his house keys into it before taking the dish cart that Tanaka had loaded. He walked out with it and left Tanaka to lay out the plates, the table already partially set.

He walked back in to prepare the appetizers and set them onto trays. Tanaka walked back while Ichigo was leaning back from the crockpot as he carefully opened the lid. “The dining room is done?” he asked, Tanaka nodding. “Good. The roast will be ready to be served in about thirty minutes, that includes a rest time, so that’ll give us time to serve up the appetizers and soup,” he said. He poked the pork with a food thermometer before closing the lid again. “Let me finish setting up the appetizers. Good thing I made things earlier to go with this dinner,” he grumbled.

Tanaka gave Ichigo a sympathetic look as Ichigo pulled out the cold appetizers, popping the ones that were supposed to be hot into the oven that Tanaka had kindly pre-heated. It didn’t take them long before Ichigo had the roast out and laying on a serving tray with the vegetables to go with placed under the tray cover. Tanaka quickly took the juice and set it onto the stove so that he could turn it into a gravy as Ichigo wheeled the appetizers out when they got the signal.
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