They followed the redhead down the corridors to a room at the way end, facing the small forest beyond the facility. "This's your rooms, lights go off at eight forty-eight, we have breakfast at six, lunch at twelve forty-five, and supper at six twenty."
"Those," Hichigo grumbled, throwing his bag on the top bunk, "are some fucked up hours."
Ichigo nodded, settling his bags on the bunk that was his, turning and facing the tattooed teenager. Seeing those massive shoulders shrug, the vibrant hair colored teen closed his eyes, shaking his head, then reopening them, seeing that the white haired Shirosaki's left leg was in front of him, a loud grunt came from him as he lifted himself into his bunk.
"Any other questions...find me, or you can ask –"
"Renji!!" a blond haired boy cried, bright colored eyes yet wearing the same outfit like the others they've seen so far. The blond stopped and panted, looking up at the newcomers with wide eyes. "Oh! I-I'm sorry! I'm Izuru Kira, pleased to meet you!" He quickly bowed and stood, a sheepish smile on his child-like face.
"Ichigo Kurosaki," Ichigo complied, and then grasped the ankle to the foot that would've kicked him in the face with his right hand, pointing up with his left. "That's Hichigo Shirosaki."
"S'up?" he called as he struggled to put himself down without crashing onto the ground.
"As I said, any questions, ask me or Kira," Renji said, pointing his right index finger at the blond. One of his eyes covered by long bangs as he shut them, nodding, reopening then and turning to the redhead.
"Renji...Hisagi's acting up again...Grimmjaw said something he shouldn't have...about..." he reported, a small flush on his cheeks. "You-know-what."
"Again?!" the taller teen cried, throwing his arms up in the air, looking like this was so common that it could make anyone throw-up just knowing. "Goddamn Grimm!" he shouted, lowering his arms and turning on his heel. "I told him to knock it off with that shit!!"
Once he was out of ear range, Ichigo coughed, regaining his thoughts. "So...who's Grimmjaw?"
"He...well, he's a second year here, and as you can see...I'm also a second." Izuru explained, both newcomers scanning over his clothing. White and the number two on the shoulder parts, looking like he was dressed up to take care of a patient. "Renji's a third year, he'll be escorting you around possibly, or the others. Seconds can go around almost wherever they please, but third years have the most freedom."
"The fuck!?!" Hichigo growled, finally lifting himself up and crossing his arms over his chest. "We're gonna be babysat?!"
"I-in a sense...yes."
"Are you people outta your f-"
The lightly tanned form rose and clapped a hand atop the albino's mouth, preventing more unnecessary words to pour out of his mouth. Sighing, he nodded, yet dreaded what they were going to wear for uniforms. The blond pointed over at the same style outfit in the corner, yet the color was red.
"Those will be your uniforms," Izuru said, turning and walking away at a steady pace as the brown eyed teen slowly removed his hand from the glaring albino.
"So...we just need to become twos or threes and have freedom," the vibrant haired teen mumbled, walking over to the uniforms and pulling off his baggy blue shirt, tossing it onto his bed, grabbing the uniform top, seeing the number one on each shoulder part. "I can deal with that. The sooner I get out of here, the better."
"Tch," Hichigo growled, leaning back against the wall with a huff. "Good thing I brought one of my knives..."
Ichigo slipped on the shirt, shaking his head once it popped back out, turning his head to glare at the sunglasses wearing boy.
"Do you want to stay here forever?"
"No, but whoever said I couldn't get rid of some stress by cuttin' myself?" he cockily grinned as disgust flickered in the lightly tanned teen's eyes. "Aw...come on, Ichigo, you know you wanna do it too."
"You may be right on that," he frowned, looking down and grabbing his pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down to reveal black boxers, "but I don't want to keep my family waiting for me to get 'better'."
"It's only human nature that some love pain,"
"Yeah, and they have a word for them, it's 'masochist'."
Hichigo leaned down, slipping his sunglasses off with his right hand, placing them on the dark gray pillow he would soon rest his head on. The sheets white and comforters a dull navy color. A sick grin plastered on his features.
"How about tonight...I show you how we...what was it? 'Masochists' party each night...I'll show you how much pain can make you feel so damn good." He added emphasis on the words 'damn' and 'good' and it made the orange haired teen's skin crawl. And he thought he had been worse off.
He was completely wrong.
Pulling on his red pants. "I don't think so,"
XXXX
They got dressed and organized their things, heading downstairs to the cafeteria, Hichigo already gaining a reputation for being a badass, easily becoming friends with most of the punks there.
Kenpachi Zaraki, Grimmjaw, Gin, Tosen, Aizen...the list went on and on.
Ichigo, however, had been rewarded with also being a punk, yet didn't pick as many fights as the albino had on their way down. He became friends with Renji, Hisagi, Kira, Hanataro, a strange boy named Kon, who didn't look any older than twelve.
The food, however, was pure shit. They served mushy things, and it made Ichigo's stomach twist into billions of knots. Picking up the plastic knife, he sneakily snuck it into his back pocket as Hichigo poked the food with his plastic spoon, exclaiming that he swore he heard it moan.
I don't want to be here,
Ichigo pushed the food away, resting his face against the table with a groan of disapproval.
I want to be at home,
Looking over at Hichigo, he swore he saw the longing he had contained within him now. Pushing the tray away as well, the albino placed his right elbow on the deep green table, placing his chin on the palm, eyes half-lidded behind his sunglasses.
"You two all right?" Renji asked, sounding concerned. He had seen plenty of newcomers, but they didn't look as depressive as these two. "Aren't you hungry?" Both shook their heads.
But I did something stupid that wound me up here... both thought with deep frowns. And now that I really think about it...I don't regret it...I just miss home.