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Being awake at 3 a.m. was not unusual for Ichigo since the return of his powers. However, the reason for his state of consciousness was quite different than the usual hollow problem, rather a letter was delivered a few minutes prior and contained concerning news for him.
Ichigo has kept many secrets over the years, he was one of the few humans that interacted with the supernatural community, this included those outside of the Shinigami (not that anyone but him knew that). Unknown to the Soul Society, Karakura town was actually under guard by the Vampire Community, more specifically the only S.K. Class Vampire in existence.
To be fair though, said vampire had been in hiding for many years, and the only the Vampires and The Exorcists knew why. Now though, Ichigo was glaring hatefully at the letter in front of him, sealing the letter was the blood marked seal of the vampire High Council.
He would rather light himself on the fire than open letter, but that would cause more problems than solutions at the moment, so that idea was discarded – for now. Consideration did not cease, though considering burning the letter or opening it, quoting his favorite TV character, "Delicious tea or deadly poison?"
Sighing he opened the letter, "Deadly poison it is." As he read, his expression turned from resigned to horrified and back.
Greetings and salutations from The Vampiric Council to Ichigo Kurosaki,
It is requested by the council to host the 750th Vartilious meeting in Karakura town so that the Shinigami may partake in the knowledge discussed. As in accordance with the laws of these meetings, it is necessary for those attending to request entrance from the most powerful being in control of the area.
Therefore, it has come to our attention that Ichigo Kurosaki is the only one to fit this description, and as such, this is our request. We desire for Ichigo Kurosaki to mediate between the races of this meeting, we require neutral ground in a place where Ichigo Kurosaki hold sway and is beneath no other.
The races represented are: Vampiric, Were, Druid, Fey, Fairy, Earth Spirits, Shadarious, Nymph, Shinigami, Demons, Angels, and Sorcerers. The time of meeting will remain as always, Early Autumn before the All Hallows Eve.
A messenger will come to your residency on the full moon in a fortnight for your response.
Thank you for your consideration. We await your response.
Machelo Votaros, High Councilman of the Japanese Vampiric Council
Shocked horrified silence consumed Ichigo as he reread the letter. He wasn't sure what happened next as his ears started ringing and everything seemed to freeze.
Ichigo jumped when a large hand landed on his shoulder shaking him out of his daze, turning he saw the concerned eyes of his father, "I called your name five times. Are you all right?" Sighing Ichigo ran a hand through his hair while gesturing for Isshin to sit, when he did so Ichigo go pushed the letter over to him. Isshin picked it up reading it calmly as the blood slowly drained from his face.
"You do realize that the Shinigami will want to know about this… right?" Worry echoed in his voice as he looked at Ichigo.
"You honestly think that they will react calmly to this? That they would even consider allowing this to occur? Don't be foolish, they wouldn't let me near the rest of the Supernatural Community, let alone host a meeting where all of them are present."
"I'll take that as a no then. At least tell Kisuke and the Visored"
Wry laughter rang through the room as its occupants looked at each other, "Kisuke isn't going to be the only one asking questions is he?"
"No he's not… why are they viewing you as in charge? The Shinigami are the ones in charge of the town. How do you even have connections to the supernatural besides the Shinigami?"
"That –" footsteps coming down the stairs cut Ichigo off, and seconds later Yuzu and Karin entered the kitchen. Ichigo quickly hid the letter from view, much to his father's confusion. Rather, than the fear that Isshin expected he found irritation, concern, and amusement – 'what the hell?' in Ichigo's eyes. In a blink the emotions were gone and Ichigo was standing to leave.
Cabinets were being opened and a tired sigh emanated from Yuzu, "Ichi-nii, can you get me the plates, they're up to high." A soft hum of acquiesce reverberated through the room as he moved toward the cabinet. A smirk creeped across his face as he watched his father's growing frown of irritation through the corner of his eye.
"Goat face why are you glaring at Ichi-nii."
Isshin frowned even harder at the accusation, "Karin, I'm not glaring at your brother. We were having a serious conversation when you two came down here and now he's being evasive." A grin had made its way across Isshin's face by the time he had finished speaking, a scheming gleam showing in his eyes.
Ichigo's smirk had long faded only to be replaced be a thunderous scowl that was aimed at the now grinning man.
"Ichi-nii –" Two female voices wined in unison.
His face softened, though only slightly, "Girls, the conversation was not something you need to hear."
"Ichi-nii, you said no more secrets." The teary eyed puppy look that Yuzu was sporting, while quite effective usually, seemed to have no effect on the eldest of the three Kurosaki children.
"Yuzu –"
"No Ichi-nii, you said no more secrets, so tell us what's going on." One was difficult enough to deny, but both of his sisters… he did not stand a snowballs chance in hell to say no.
Ichigo sighed, "Fine."
He handed over the letter to the girls and let them read it over. Concern and worry crawled over their faces though it was Karin who spoke her tone low as if afraid of being overheard, "What do you want to do?"
"To be honest, I want nothing to do with this meeting, however, that isn't really an option at the moment. So I will have to accept and host them while they're here."
Isshin was no less tense at this declaration but prompted, "Where you host it? I doubt that Kisuke will allow anyone into his training area, and a warehouse is no ware near fancy enough for a meeting of this caliber. The Shinigami have never been invited to one of them, and even we have heard horror stories about hosts being killed for not pleasing all of the races present."
Ichigo scoffed, "I highly doubt that any of those present at the meeting will have the audacity to do something that barbaric let alone stupid, and if they are they'll get what they deserve. Where it will be held really isn't your concern."
His father huffed crossing his arms over his chest, "Oh but it is my concern, they will be in the area. So we should know what we're getting into – more than that, you will be with them, and you're more of a trouble magnate than I want to admit."
Rolling his eyes and frowning he attempted to placate Isshin, "Dad, I'm more protected than most people, I have some heavy hitters in the supernatural community backing me… That, may include, the only S.K. class vampire in existence."