Once we finished up we moved everything back to their original places and I got everyone settled. Ichigo stood awkwardly to the side, messing with the blood on his hands.
Ukitake looked at us with amusement in his eyes, his smile never diminishing.
"What?" I said as I looked over at him, annoyance as always showing clearly on my face
He covered him mouth with his hand as if to try to keep us from seeing his smile.
"Nothing at all Byakuya," He turned tender eyes to Ichigo. "And how are you Ichigo?" Ichigo visibly flinched.
"Huh? Oh, um, I'm. . . OK?" He replied unsurely, looking at the white haired vampire.
"That's good." He smiled widely again and turned to talk to the others at the table.
I looked over at Ichigo as discreetly as possible. He continued to look at Ukitake's form, a depressing look coming over his face.
Standing slowly, I put my hand on his shoulder and lead him to the stairs.
"Ichigo, get washed up and get some rest." He nodded slowly, and walk up the steps to our room.
Turning back, I made way to the table again. They only gave a fee curious glances but other wise did not say a word.
Third person
Ichigo slowly made his way up the stairs, his mind preoccupied. The appearance of the four new people, people that he new before this whole mess, was at the forefront of his mind. Shunsui, Kenpachi, Kurotsuchi, and Ukitake; how were anyone of them vampires and not regular people? He stopped just as he made it to the door the Byakuya's room. The blood on his hands cracked as the turned the doorknob. The room was the same as he left it. He stood in the doorway for what felt like forever.
All of a sudden, Ichigo moved his head and shoulders around, popping them as he did so. Taking long strides, he made it to the bathroom quickly and it undressed faster. The water that hit his back was hot and scolding.
Taking his nails, Ichigo scratched the blood off of himself. Long marks now tallied his body as he stood under the flow of water.
As he got out, the boy stared into his own eyes with determination.
"I have to get out of here"
He turned away and went back into the bedroom, drying at a moderate pace and looking through the closet that was to the right of the bed. Ichigo shrugged to himself.
"If Byakuya didn't want me to take his closes, he should have given me some clean ones." Ichigo grabbed a large shirt and boxers, putting them on before crawling into the large bed.
As Ichigo was about I drift off, the door to the room opened. Groggily, he looked up to see Byakuya in some pajamas coming around behind him. Ichigo felt the bed dip as the man climbed in the bed. A strong arm pulled Ichigo to a hard body. Byakuya seemed to wrap himself around Ichigo before kissing the top of the boys head. Ichigo was too far from being awake to hear what Byakuya said to him.