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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 8

Characters: Ichigo, Undertaker, Grell, William, Sebastian, Ciel

Word count: 1,580

Warnings: Relationship forewarning, talk of loss

AN: And we introduce more of the needed characters. *cackles cutely*
Okay now that I've gotten that down, I'm exhausted. I slept through most of yesterday but that's kind of normal when I'm feeling like a limp noddle. And I'm feeling like a limp noodle.
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The first time Ichigo met William, Grell and Undertaker was nearly two months after he had started school. He would have met them sooner if not for the fact that he had been out taking pictures of the grounds for a school project that was for the entire school. The project stated that each student was to create a collection of various artistic works in the different forms that they could do.
Ichigo had chosen photography, paints, pottery and fashion, with his focus being on the Victorian ages in reference to his guardians, who were also helping him by letting him at their things from that time period. So far, he had several pictures of Sebastian in his original butler’s uniform and several of Ciel in a few of his suits and dresses. He also had photos of the grounds, which hadn’t changed much since the Victorian Era.
He also already had his paintings planned out, wanting to use several of the pictures he had taken as his subjects, doing it in the style of the Victorian ages. Ciel had allowed him to move the paintings from that time to what they had dubbed his “art room”, which was just a room with giant windows that allowed quite a bit of sunlight into the room. He was currently studying the painting of Ciel’s mother and father and the way it had been done, being very careful not to ruin it even with all of the spells that kept it looking new. He also had the one of Agni, Elizabeth and Soma together, and one of Ciel and Sebastian.
But on the day that he met the three Grim Reapers, he had been shifting things around in a small attached garage that Sebastian had turned into a pottery room for him. He had done it one night after Ichigo had muttered about too much light for his clay in his art room and possibly moving the clay to another storage area. Leaving the garage to go back to his art room, pushing a wheeled cart so he could haul his clay blocks along with the works in progress, he had walked right by the front door the moment that someone had rang the doorbell.
Jumping in surprise, not having expected the bell to ring since Ciel and Sebastian had left for something or another to do with someone named Alois and Claude. Walking over to the door, he peeked out of the curtains, finding three people standing there, two of them looking rather bored while the third, a red headed man with teeth like a shark's, bounced like a child. He could feel their power, just a small tickle on the edge of his senses, and figured that they were the three Grim Reapers that his guardians knew. Letting the curtain fall back into place, he opened the door just in time to catch the tail end of the red head’s babble.
“...and see my Sebby-chan! Oh, it has been so very long since I have seen him,” Grell cooed, eyes widening as the door was opened by the rather lean Ichigo, who blinked at him in surprise.
“Sebastian-san isn’t here,” Ichigo said, blinking a few times as he tilted his head to the side. “Or Ciel-san. They went to a meeting with someone nearby but should be back soon...”
“Ah, who are you?” Undertaker asked, tilting his head. His long hair had been pulled back out of his face, at least most of it. Half of his bangs still fell over one side of his face and most of the scar, glasses glinting as he took in the young male before him. He noted that the shirt the young man wore seemed rather baggy and old, covered in streaks of paint and dust.
“Ah, Kurosaki, Ichigo,” Ichigo said, bowing to the two men. He blushed slightly at having been so rude, but the three men before him had surprised him. When Ciel and Sebastian had told him about the three Grim Reapers, they had described them as insane or so stiff it was as if they were sitting on sticks.
But the men before him looked nothing like that. Ichigo’s eyes slid to the still madly grinning Grell, eyebrow raising, and noting that maybe one did. The other two, beyond the taste of power and strength that lingered on them, looked like everyday men in their well tailored suits that probably cost a pretty penny.
“You must be the Grim Reapers that they told me about. Please, come in. I’m sure that Ciel-san and Sebastian-san will be back soon,” he said finally, stepping back, opening the door so that the three could step in. Grell was the first to walk in, nearly skipping as he pulled off his gloves and red trench coat that Ichigo had a feeling was a replica of the original from Ciel's tale of his beloved Aunt.
“So they have told you about us?” William asked as he ran his eyes over the lean body, focusing on the mark that faintly glowed with power barely covered by the shirt that he was wearing. “You have a mark...”
“Ah...yes, I do,” Ichigo said, hand coming up to feel the warm mark with a slight smile. “My mother helped them once and they gave her a special mark, one of that of friend,” he continued as Undertaker and William walked in, allowing him to close the door.
“Your mother was Masaki?” Grell asked, whipping around with a surprised look on his face, getting a smile from the young teenager. He had heard of the beautiful woman from Sebastian and had actually met her once just after she had had her first child. “You’re her baby boy!”
“Yes, she was. And yes, I am,” Ichigo hummed, leading the way to the kitchen, feeling that Ciel would be upset if he left the three in his study. “I’ll make some tea for while you wait,” he said, pushing his cart into a corner and heading into the kitchen as Undertaker, William and Grell sat down at the dining room table.
“I wonder what happened,” Undertaker mused once the teen was out of hearing range. “We’ve only been gone for a few months on that last mission, but are we really that behind on things?” he asked.
“I have a feeling that’s what Sebastian and Ciel asked us to come discuss today,” William replied, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “He has the air of a mourner around him,” he stated.
Grell made a soft sound of displeasure at the thought, knowing that those who were mourning tended to bring the feeling in a room down. “This is not going to be making me happy,” he complained as the sound of china being set on a tray reached their ears. “I hate being around mourners. They’re always so...dull.”
“I don’t think young Kurosaki shall be sad,” Undertaker chuckled, Grell narrowing his eyes at the other man, wondering what the guy knew. “Just because he’s mourning doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun. He is quite smart, from what I’ve heard from Sebastian after they got their reports on his family.”
“You make me wonder about what goes on in that mind of yours, my dear Undertaker,” Grell snorted before going stiff as a thought came to him. “Do you think he’s the fourth member of that emergency in Japan that you had to go to?” he asked, hissing this to Undertaker.
“His hair is slightly longer and he’s dressing quite a bit more feminine, but yes, he is the fourth member of the family. I was wondering when you would get that, my dear Grell,” Undertaker chuckled, leering at the red head as he tapped black painted nails on the table.
“Tea?” Ichigo asked, coming up behind Grell and watching as the Grim Reaper screeched loudly and flew over the table to land in Undertakers lap. William smirked as his silver haired friend laughed loudly and patted Grell’s head. “Are you alright?” the young teen asked, putting the tray down as his fellow red head worked to gather his breath, eyes wide and hand clenching at his heart.
“Gah, you are way too silent,” Grell groused, getting an amused smile from Ichigo as Ciel and Sebastian walked in, eyes gleaming.
“We keep telling him that and yet, he keeps refusing to wear a cat bell,” Sebastian teased, Ichigo huffing as he poured the tea and served it.
“If you’re done teasing me, I need to continue to move my pottery supplies to the garage,” Ichigo drawled,.. William watched the sleek way he moved, eyes drawn down to the hips that seemed to sway side to side in a hypnotizing way. Sebastian smirked, Ciel sipping his tea with amusement shining in his eyes as the two shared a look and noted that their future plans for the dear Ichigo would have to be changed.
It seemed that William would be the one to introduce their dear Ichigo to the sexual side of relationships. At least if the interest that was sparking in his eyes was indeed sexual.
“Grell, remove yourself from Undertaker’s lap. We have much to discuss,” Ciel stated as he sat down fully and placed his tea cup before him, Ichigo disappearing out of the dining room with his cart.
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