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The two of them fell into a comfortable flow, one that Ichigo found was both alien yet welcome to him. 'I guess this is what it feels like to have a little brother.'
Once Ichigo had explained most of the basics to Millicas, his questions changed to more personal ones. Eventually, his gaze returned to the guitar. "Do you play?" He asked with near unrestrained excitement.
"It's why I have one," Ichigo said, eyes shining with mirth.
"Can you show me?" At this point, Millicas was nearly jumping up and down in his seat and Ichigo knew that he would feel quite guilty if he said no to all that expectancy.
"Sure."
Sirzechs let out a tired sigh as he rose out of the magic circle. It had been another long day at the office. Surely, if the Humans knew what a cumbersome job being the Devil was, he'd probably no longer be feared and reviled across the globe. If anything, he'd garner their sympathy.
"Welcome home, milord."
He turned to see one of his many maids bowing to him. The fact that Grayfia wasn't here to greet him meant that she was caught up with something at the main manse. He let out another tired sigh.
"May I be of assistance, master?"
"No no," he said tiredly. "It's nothing."
"Shall I draw up a bath then, master?" she asked.
"Please do, but first," He said while straining the crick in his neck. "Is Ichigo available? I'd like to speak with him."
"Lord Ichigo is within his chambers, entertaining the young master."
That surprised him.
His brow raised in question, "Millicas? He's here?"
"Yes, master."
Sirzechs's brow furrowed. Neither Grayfia nor his mother mentioned that his son would be dropping by and, for that matter, who was currently supervising him? Not only that but, he was certainly confident in the fact that Millicas should be having his lessons with his personal tutors. Just what was his son doing here?
"….."
Ah, who cares! He gets to see his son after so long! And Ichigo's with him so everything should be fine.
"You said that they're in Ichigo's room?" He asked, somewhat, sharply.
"Yes, milord," she said, quickly bowing.
Sirzechs lips parted in a wide smile and with preternatural speed, he dashed off in the direction of Ichigo's room. As he arrived in the corridor he had given to Ichigo, Sirzechs idly noted that he left skid marks in the carpet as he came to a stop. Not that he really cared.
Walking down the corridor, Sirzechs could hear the sound of a guitar rising out of the ajar door to Ichigo's personal quarters. The grim sounds of doom from the distortion filled Sirzechs with a sense of warmth that invigorated his weary self. He felt the stress accumulated throughout the day simply melt away.
Suddenly the guitar picked up and he could hear the doomsy low wail of the Prince of Darkness himself. Sirzechs was in the door frame in a second and looked wide eyed at the sight before him. Ichigo's laptop was playing one his all-time favorites while his youngest servant fingers fretted away with one hand while the other gingerly touched a pick to guitar strings.
His newest pawn was a fucking musician…with actual taste in music! Oh hell yes! He hit the jackpot with Ichigo Kurosaki! Screw Amaterasu, the Elders and Serafall with all their complaints! He'd go to war if it meant keeping this kid.
An abrupt clapping and childish laugh brought him back to Hell. His eyes darted to the other side of the room and Sirzechs clutched his chest as his heart throbbed painfully. The Prince of Lies felt tears well up as his soft sea-green eyes misted over. He was Lucifer…he wasn't supposed to get emotional but this…this!
It was too much for his black, shriveled up heart.
His son, his pride and joy, was slowly rocking his head to the heavy doom and gloom of Ichigo's guitar. Tears finally spilled over and he sniffled as a great sense of accomplishment settled over him. Unholy shit! Where was his bloody camera?! He needed to get a picture of this. 'Wait a minute! My phone has a camera!'
He pulled out his cell from his voluminous robes and the moment he flicked the screen on, it gave him a message: Battery is critically low. Please place on charge.
Then the screen went black.
'GAH!...Damn you to the deepest pits of Me!'
"Otou-sama?" Ichigo's playing stopped and Sirzechs looked up from his dead phone to see a crimson missile heading towards him at terminal velocity. "Ohfff," he flinched as Millicas's impact nailed him right in the diaphragm. "Otou-sama!" his son cried happily. "When did you arrive?"
"Oh I've been watching for a while," Sirzechs said through a strained smile as he patted his son's identical crimson locks.
"You should have said some-" Sirzechs looked up as Ichigo stopped halfway through his sentence. He was surprised to see the teen was scrutinizing him. "Are you…are you crying?"
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