Upon reaching his home, Toshinori waited patiently for Ichigo to finish looking over his decently sized two story mansion before he helped her out of the car. And then moved to unlock the front door so that he could take her inside. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't at least a little bit anxious or nervous about having her stay so close to him.

But it wasn't for the reasons that one might think.

Miss Kurosaki was a very lovely young lady.

One that he had already noticed in the way that a man notices a woman. Which...was awkward for him to say the least. Especially since he rarely bothered to really speak to, or even get to know women overly much.

He certainly hadn't dated anyone in a long time.

And as much as he knew that she wasn't there for him, he still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps being in such close proximity would maybe bring them closer in some way. It didn't have to be as lovers. Though he seriously doubted that he'd turn her down if that was what she wanted.

He'd be happy with just having her as a possible friend instead.

As long as she was happy, then who was he to argue?

Once the door was unlocked, he opened it and stood back so that she could enter before him before he slowly followed her in and quietly closed the door.

"You have a nice home." Ichigo said as she took a moment to look over what she could see.

His home was nice, and reflected the man himself. The walls were a warm, pastel colored yellow with soft green accents. There were pretty, eye catching floral watercolor paintings in various shades of pink, blue, purple and yellow artfully hung on the walls, and photographs of him and his friends sitting on some shelves just inside of his living room.

He blushed a little bit at the compliment and smiled as he stepped into her personal space a little bit and said, "Thank you. I try to keep it nice."

"I can tell," She said absently, noting that there wasn't any dust anywhere. "You must have one hell of a cleaning regime."

"I-I do," He said before clearing his throat awkwardly and then softly muttering, "Please, come this way. I'll show you where you'll be staying." As he brushed past her and started walking down the hallway. She balked for a moment before quietly falling into step behind him.

He led her down the hall and to the back of the house before pausing next to a door and waiting patiently for her to wander over. "I hope that you like it," He said almost bashfully. "I had to put in a rush order with some construction workers just to get it all done before today." Reaching out, he grasped the door knob and turned it as he used his other hand to push the door open so that she could see inside.

The apartment that he'd had made for her was pretty cozy, if he did say so himself.

And it came with it's own living room, study/hobby room, a spacious bedroom, a nice bathroom, a kitchen and laundry room. All of which were completely furnished with the nicest, softest pieces of furniture that he'd managed to find.

Ichigo stepped inside of her new 'home' with more than a little bit of trepidation. However the place was shockingly nice. The walls were painted a nice cream color with some blue and aqua colored borders and accents. Some of the furniture that she noted were new, and expensive pieces.

While others- like the shelves, lamps, and entertainment center were hers.

"You raided my home." It wasn't a question. But he hesitated to reply anyways due to the fact that he didn't want her to get any angrier about...everything than she already was.

"I...uh y-yeah. I didn't know what all you would need from your home so...I got some of your stuff and used it because I thought that it would make you feel a little bit more at home."

She made a humming sound, but otherwise didn't comment as she moved around the room checking this and that. She could already tell that the new coffee tables, chairs, couch and the plasma screen TV weren't hers. And while she would have a bone to pick with him over those, she was mighty curious about what else he had removed from her home.

How many liberties did the man take with my things? She wondered as she wandered into the bedroom, noting pretty much automatically that the huge bed in there wasn't hers either. Nothing that she owned still had a price tag on it. And neither were the mint green and aqua satin sheets, and throw pillows nor the cream covered comforter with pale pink and mint green flowering vines.

Sighing, she tore the price tag off of one of the bed, and then went to check the dresser- if he'd touched her frigging clothes- she'd murder him. She silently vowed as she pulled the fist dresser drawer out. Luckily- or unluckily, depending on who one asked- the dresser was full of new stuff that she'd never seen before.

She nearly sagged with relief for a knowing that he hadn't touched her clothing.

Of course that was before she groaned and sank to the floor with a sapphire blue PJ shirt clutched in one hand. No- he hadn't touched her stuff. Instead, he'd bought her a whole new goddamned wardrobe!

Hearing the rustling of clothing, she looked up as he poked his head into the bedroom and blinked down at her before then frowning.

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking worried.

"Y-You bought me another wardrobe."

"Yeah, I...didn't exactly feel right about touching your actual clothes. And I couldn't very well let you run around here without any. So I had to improvise." He said awkwardly before then asking in a slightly alarmed tone, "Do you not like them?"

"They're fine. I just...feel a little bit overwhelmed."

He didn't say anything, because really what could he say? He could only imagine how she felt at the moment. And given her initial displeasure about the situation, nothing he came up with was good or very flattering.

"You look tired. Do you want to rest for a bit?"

"No. I'm fine." She said as she slowly got back up and set the shirt down on top of the dresser. "I think I'm going to finish looking around. If there's something that you need to do, then you should go on and do it."

"I don't have anything to do. I'm supposed to be your bodyguard, remember?"

She sighed and gave him a resigned look from over her shoulder, that alarmed him a little bit as she wandered into the bathroom to look at it. No one should ever have such a look on their face in his opinion.

Especially not her.

And once she returned from the bathroom, Toshinori excused himself to go and...see if he could come up with something to maybe make her feel a little bit better.


A little while later in the day-

After taking a shower, and pulling on one of her new PJ sets. Ichigo sat on her new couch flipping through the channels on her new TV with a slight frown. Despite wanting to have something to entertain her, like a movie or mini-series or something, she wasn't finding anything that she felt was worth watching.

And as she went to turn the TV off, she heard a soft knock at the door that separated her new living space with Toshinori's own. Heaving a sigh because the events of the day were finally wearing her down, she wasn't sure if she should see what he wanted.

But finally decided on checking anyways since she didn't want to be rude. I mean, it was the guy's home after all. She was just there until Nezu gave her the okay to go back to her home again.

Getting up, she walked over to the door and turned the knob and let the door swing open a little bit.

Toshinori froze and pasted on a awkward smile.

"Uh...hi."

"Hi."

"I was just wondering how you were settling in." The fact that he was holding two pizza boxes, a bottle of red wine and a bag full of movies told her otherwise. But whatever. She'd play along for the moment.

"I was just looking for something to watch."

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No. I don't really feel up to cooking at the moment." She replied with a slight shrug. He nodded his head in understanding.

"No, I suppose that given today's event's you would be quite tired..."

"If you have something to say then just say it." Ichigo finally said, getting bored.

"Uh...well, I thought that maybe we could eat dinner and maybe watch some movies together? If you're feeling up to it. If you aren't then I can just leave a pizza with you and-" He yelped as her hand took hold of his shirt and she pulled him into her little 'apartment' and quietly shut the door once he was inside.