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A moment of silence passed as Ichigo went over the past few weeks in his head.
Suddenly, he craned his neck towards the door and spoke out neutrally. "You know you don't have to stand out there," He said, causing an 'eep' to drift from the other side of the door. "Feel free to come inside."
The door creaked open and a small mop of red hair peeked from behind the door. Delicate boyish feature morphed into a sheepish expression and familiar sea-green eyes caused him to sit forward. Ichigo blinked in confusion. Had Sirzechs managed to de-age himself somehow?
"Sirzechs?" Ichigo called cautiously.
The young boy looked surprised for a moment before smiling. "Ah, my apologies," He said with a polite bow. "My name is Millicas Gremory, son of Sirzechs Lucifer."
Ichigo's eyebrows rose an inch as surprise flitted across his face. "Really now," Ichigo said as he leaned back his chair once again. "Neither Sirzechs nor Nee-san mentioned a son."
An odd twinge crossed the boys face yet he quickly schooled his expression back into a mask of politeness. "My parents are very busy people," Millicas said, though Ichigo caught the slight gloom in his tone.
A brief flash of sympathy stirred through Ichigo as memories of a dead mother and an absent father climbed through his mind. Deciding to change the subject for the boy's own benefit, Ichigo asked, "Is there any particular reason you're standing outside my door?"
Instantly, Millicas's cheeks were dusted with a light pink and Ichigo had to hold in a light chuckle. "I…uh, ahem," Millicas coughed into his hand. "I was curious to meet Otou-sama's new pawn piece. It isn't every day that a Satan brings a new piece into their fold." He then gained a wide smile, one Ichigo could tell was genuine. "And I wanted to welcome you to the family."
Ichigo let out the chuckle he had held in as he stood up and walked over to Sirzech's young son. He held out his hand and the boy shook it with an even wider smile. "Name's Ichigo Kurosaki. Why don't you come inside?"
Millicas nodded eagerly and quickly walked into Ichigo's room. He sat down on one of the many sofas provided by Grayfia. Ichigo noted with amusement that, for all his polite mannerism, Millicas gazed about his room with a childish wonder. The young boy's mother had all of Ichigo's personal items moved from his apartment to his new room in Sirzechs's personal manor.
A brief smile drifted across Ichigo's lips as Millicas's gaze stopped with awe at the sight of his guitar. Undoubtedly, a child of Millicas's mannerisms has never seen a guitar in real life before. "So, what can I do for you," Ichigo said as he sat down.
"Ah," A nervous expression crossed his face. "I was wondering if I could ask a few things."
"Go ahead." Ichigo nodded, amusement growing by the moment.
"Really?!" The young boy's face lighting up with glee. "Are you really from Japan? Were you really a reaper of souls? What do souls look like? What kind of powers do you have?"
Ichigo began to laugh as Millicas fired off question after question. "Slow down there kid!" Shifting in his chair so that he could get comfortable, Ichigo said," Let's go one at a time, how about it?"
Despite the blush of mortification, Millicas nodded his head eagerly. "Well, yeah, I'm Japanese. Born and raised there for the last nineteen or so years."
"That's so amazing!" Millicas had stars in his eyes. "I've always wanted to go to Japan. Souji makes it sound like a wonderful place and Rias Onee-sama says it is the best place in the Human World!"
A moment of confusion passed Ichigo before he asked, "You call your aunt Onee-sama?"
Millicas nodded. "Well, she is closer in age to me than to Otou-sama."
Ichigo hummed in understanding. With a sister several centuries younger than him, it was no surprise that Sirzechs treated her no different than his own young son. That is to say, as childishly as possible. "How old are you, exactly?"
"I'm nine years old!" Millicas said proudly.
Ichigo offered an indulgent smile and gave an affirmative nod. "Nine huh…I remember those days," He muttered gaining a distant look in his eyes. "So why is it that this the first time we've met? You don't live here?"
"I do," the boy said shaking his head. "But I was staying over at my grandparents' house."
"Ah," Ichigo said absentmindedly. "I see."
"So were you really the Grim Reaper?"
Ichigo fell out of past thoughts at the expectant look of admiration on Millicas's face. "Well, I guess but, we referred to ourselves as Shinigami."
"Eh?" Surprise took hold of the youth's face, only to be replaced with a wild look of wonder. "There are more of you."
A smile briefed Ichigo's lips even as a pang of melancholy hit his heart. He was reminded too much of Karin and Yuzu when they were at that age. Pushing aside the painful sense of nostalgia, Ichigo began explaining the fundamentals of the afterlife, or at least how it works in Japan. For the next hour or so, Ichigo regaled Millicas with tales of Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.
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