Whisper To Me

Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 31

Characters: Sebastian, Ichigo, William, Yamamoto

Word count: 1,644

Warnings: none, hints of past

AN: We learn what's going on! And don't believe those three...they knew who it was from the start, the little buggers. They just had to manipulate everything and get proof.

The buggers.

Ah, over on AFF.net, Inuchic13318 brought up a point I forgot to mention in regards to Masaki.

Masaki was a Born Soul. Meaning she was born in the Seireitei. She left the Seireitei and the clan to be Born as a Human. Thus how she became a Quincy, seeing as she did have powers of her own but had never practiced them in the Seireitei.

I'll be going in to the why's and how's in the second Arc as we build towards the Winter War. :D

Enjoy!

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He should have thought that it would have happened, but still to see his grandson sitting in his personal office with a cup of warm tea and a book in hand, he was still surprised when he walked in. And this time, instead of Grell, there were two men that he didn’t know. One had the same florescent colored eyes as Grell had, but they were more yellow than the green that was the red head's. With neatly trimmed hair and a matching uniform to Grell’s told him though that the man was more than likely William, his grandson’s lover and boyfriend.

The other man though, looked like a butler from a past long gone. His hair was black as a starless and moonless night while his eyes were just a shade darker than dried blood. He was filling a fourth tea cup with tea from his favorite pot. Smiling, Yamamoto shook his head with a smile on his lips, closing the door behind him.

“Where is Grell-san?” he asked in greeting, moving to sit down on the couch next to Ichigo, nodding his head at the man who handed him his tea cup with a smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome. As for Grell, he is currently in your library, going through the files that are hidden in there and taking pictures of it along with some other things,” Sebastian drawled, taking his own seat with his own cup. “Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Sebastian Michaelis, demon butler, and this is William T. Spears, Grim Reaper. It’s nice to finally meet you, Yamamoto-sou-taicho,” he said, getting a nod from the man.

“I have heard much of you and your partner, Michaelis-san. It is finally nice to meet you,” Yamamoto stated before turning his eyes to William, who just smiled slightly at him. “Spears-san, it is nice to meet you finally. I have also heard much about you too,” he said, William tilting his head in acknowledgment.

“It is a pleasure to meet you to, Yamamoto-sou-taicho. We have heard much about you from Ichigo. It’s quite amusing,” William said, watching his lover flush and glare at him over his tea cup.

“Shush up, William,” Ichigo huffed, shaking his head. “Yamamoto...I think we have a bead on the ones that we want to watch closely and the ones that we can trust in what we’re going to do,” he stated, turning the conversation to what they had come to do. They all knew what was going to happen and they needed to work out how things were going to go. Or hopefully go.

“Who are they?” Yamamoto asked, Ichigo pulling his bag from under the couch and finding the list that they had compiled from the various talks with the residents of the Seireitei and from reading the files that they had found.

“Let’s see. From what we know, the taicho’s of your Eighth, Thirteenth, and Eleventh will all fight for what’s right, even if it would mean going against you should they have to. Which I doubt that they would. Or at least, in the taicho of the Eleventh, if it meant a good fight for him,” Ichigo read off, finger trailing over names. “Um, let’s see. The second division’s taicho is most likely a no since I found out that it was some of her division that killed my family with or without her knowledge, I do not know,” he hummed, shaking his head, pushing the bitterness down again. “The Fourth, Sixth, Seventh and Tenth taichos might follow you but they need to be convinced. I think, that there’s something darker happening than just a few shinigami who are about to turn traitor on everyone. The ones that we need to watch...well, I know of at least one who has good reason to turn traitor.”

“They are the taichos of the third, fifth and ninth. The Twelfth Division taicho deserves a good hard look at because of who he is and how he acts. I believe that he had done several things that have not be approved of by you much less the Central 46,” Sebastian said, smiling innocently and getting knowing looks from the three men. Even Yamamoto, having only known the demon for a short time, knew that Sebastian was far from innocent. “I may have happened to break into the Twelfth one day and stole copies of all of their information. I’m still breaking the encryption on most of it but what I’ve found has been very informative,” he drawled.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Ichigo huffed, narrowing his eyes at his guardian before looking at William who was trying to hide behind his tea and look innocent at the same time. “Oh you are in so much trouble. And I’m going to tell Ciel to tie you down and play with Grell without letting you join,” he threatened, looking at his guardian at the last part.

Sebastian blanched slightly before clearing his throat and shaking his head. “I would have told you if not for the fact that you and Grell were so busy with everything else,” he promised, nodding his head and trying to get out of being couched like what it was looking like Ichigo was planning. “Anyways, once I have decoded everything I will give you reports on everything so you can do something about him in the long run,” he promised.

“Thank you,” Yamamoto hummed, wisely staying out of Ichigo’s line of pissed off sight. He knew how that would go over, remembering well how Ichigo’s mother had acted like when she had gotten pissed off over something. He liked his beard right where it was. “Now, how is the next part of all of this supposed to start?” he asked.

“The next part is going to be a bit of a pain in the ass,” Ichigo sighed, leaning into William when the Grim Reaper slid his arm around his waist. “We’re going to need to set off the alarms, which means breaking the wards around the walls of the Seireitei and getting everyone up in a frenzy.”

“From there our people will scatter and allow themselves to be caught after knocking the person around,” Sebastian said, tapping his claws. “At least Ichigo, Sado, Orihime and UryuUryu will be doing so.”

“Grell and I shall be working on keeping an eye on them all while Sebastian and Ciel keep working on breaking the clowns encryption until Ichigo calls for them,” William continued, Ichigo nodding his head as he drained his tea cup and put it down onto the table before him. “Ichigo will probably be caught last, and he will more than likely take down several of your people. I have a feeling that the others shall do so to before they allow themselves to be caught.”

“If I may make a suggestion?” Yamamoto asked, getting nods from the others. “Those of the Eleventh Division are ones, as you figured, to want for a fight but they fight fair mostly and they will follows the orders to bring those that they capture in,” he said, Ichigo nodding his head. “I would stay away from Kurotsuchi and his ilk. I do not think that he will let you go without doing something or another to you,” he warned.

“Why do you keep him around?” Ichigo groaned, Yamamoto scowling in return, shaking his head.

“Never enough proof to get rid of him fully but the moment that I can, he’s going back to the Maggots Nest if not full out executed,” the sou-taicho rumbled, scowling heavily before sighing softly. “If you can give me that information from his own notes and reports, I will take care of him for good,” he promised, Ichigo smirked, a dark flash shining in his eyes.

“Oh, Sebastian will give you the proof that you so need to take care of him. I know a few Quincy’s who have a bone to pick with the little bastard for what he did to their families,” Ichigo drawled, remembering the last conversation between him and Ryuken before they had come to the Soul Society. “But for now we must work on fixing what the unbalance. Or at least start it. I have no doubt that my mortal body will give out before the balance will be fixed though. But I also have no doubt that it will make it so that you will not have to worry about the Soul King waking from his sleep before it is time.”

“Hopefully so, my grandchild. We do not want the three worlds to unbalance to such a point as that he wakens,” Yamamoto sighed, shaking his head, rubbing at his beard with a sigh.

“We will work on that once we work on seeing where this will go. Since we do not know what the wanting traitors are working towards, we must set our sights on one goal at a time,” Ichigo said, standing up, closing the file in his hand and sliding it away. “For now, we watch and plan. Everything will start in three days. When the alarms sound out, give your people this speech. It shall cover everything that needs to be covered and you’ll be able to figure out for sure who would be willing to help and who would cause you trouble,” he continued, handing over two pieces of paper before shoving his file back into his bag.

“I shall see you soon then, my grandchild,” Yamamoto hummed, smiling as Ichigo nodded his head. Smiling, the three men left via the same windows that they had used for their entries before, leaving the man to sit back in his seat and think about what was going to come next.