Okay, not sure if this chap flows well or not. I nearly wound up in the hospital earlier today so I'm in a considerable amount of pain.

And I just wanted to update the story before I totally need to take a break from it to focus on a possible Toshinori/fem Ichigo story idea that I've got rattling around in my head.


Izuku was alternating between shaking his hand to try and get the weird pin prickling sensation to go away, making comical faces from time to time- because contrary to what everyone thought, the villain's face was as hard as All Might's abs- and he may have really fucked up his hand and simply couldn't tell. Glaring at the giant currently lying, bound on the floor of the small room that Vlad and the WWP girls had put him in after they had come running to take care of said person and found him already dealt with.

The WWP girls, Vlad, and Aizawa-sensei hadn't been happy that a villain had so brazenly walked into their camp. But they were even less happy that Izuku, Katsuki, Iida, and Todoroki had decided to take on someone with an unknown and possibly dangerous quirk- on their own.

In fact Pixie-Bob wasn't too far away from the whole lot of them, staring them down, while her tail twitched angrily behind her. As Aizawa patted the guy down, carefully.

He'd already found the bag of weapons, and taken them to prevent the guy from using them on anyone once he finally woke up.

And now, he was going through his pockets in search of a wallet or ID that could maybe tell him who the guy was. Upon finding the guy's wallet, Aizawa slowly moved away from him and stood back up and started flipping through it- pausing for a heartbeat or two on the ID so that he could quickly scan it.

Yasutora Sado, was the guy's name. And he was...seventeen? Aizawa looked up from the ID to the guy and frowned ever so slightly before returning to the wallet.

The guy had a few pictures in it that might explain something about him.

Of course he was expecting family and pet pics. Maybe something hinting at a hobby of some kind. But a picture of the guy with his arms around Shouta's not-daughter, Ichigo… The two of them smiling and happy, nearly had the man baring his teeth and snarling.

He didn't like that his not-daughter had a bunch of people coming out of the wood works. Especially when most of the people from her life before were all extremely dangerous to her and to others.

"Who is he?" Pixie-Bob asked.

"Yasutora Sado, seventeen years old-" Aizawa said as he pulled the picture of the teen and Ichigo out of it's place and held it up for the others to see, "And...maybe a friend of Ichigo's." He made sure to emphasis the maybe as everyone took a long hard look at the picture.

Izuku and Katsuki were both oddly unmoved by the pic. In fact Katsuki even protested that the pic could have been photoshopped. At which point Todoroki and Iida both agreed that that was entirely possible.

However Shouta was quick to shut that line of thought down by telling them that the pic probably wasn't photoshopped. But he'd have one of the WWP girls double check it just to be totally sure.

From then the conversation mostly consisted of what they should do with the guy if the pic wasn't photoshopped. Shouta already knew that the boy wasn't the one who had hurt Ichigo- which was probably the only thing that he really had going for him. However he had other things working against him.

Waltzing into their camp with his as of yet totally trained problem students for one. Another was the picture- because he didn't actually know if it was planted as a prop or anything just yet. And then there was the bag of weapons. He definitely had that against him.

Especially since a few of the weapons were semi automatic guns.

The kind used for long range attacks that did irreparable harm and stole lives.

The teen also had Izuku, and Katsuki's hatred focused on him. And as entertaining as Shouta thought that it would be to simply let the two loose on the guy if he was an actual villain. He'd have to wait first and see if Ichigo could tell him anything once she woken up.

So while Katsuki kept throwing out the idea of killing the teen. An idea that Izuku, weirdly, was one hundred and fifty seven percent behind all the way since he was already planning out places to hide/bury Sado's body. Shouta had to shut the terrible two's idea down for the time being.

And then just to make sure that they stayed out of trouble, he had Pixie-Bob take them, plus Torodroki and Iida and lead them out of the room to put them to work doing something humiliating as a punishment.

Leaving him alone with the teen wondering what the hell was going on and why someone possibly from Ichigo's past was here.


Tiger didn't expect to be caught spying. Especially by a pretty, petite little dark haired kitten with a sword that she currently had pressed threateningly against his throat. "Who are you?" She asked, her wide violet eyes staring at him unblinkingly.

He took a moment to appraise her, taking note of how small and fragile she looked as opposed to her mannerisms and used the tip of his tongue to wet his dry lips. This kitten was a lot like Shouta's kitten.

Soft velvet over a steel core forged in fires that even he couldn't comprehend. There was wariness, fear and concern in her eyes. It was carefully subdued, but it was there nevertheless. The slight emotion telling him what she, herself wouldn't.

She didn't want to hurt him if she didn't have to.

But for some reason, until she could figure out if he were a threat her and her friends- she couldn't really let him go either. Not when it could cause them problems.

He had been observing the stranger before long enough to understand that they had not only a connection to Shouta's kitten, but a little bit of a history too. It wasn't all good either. And while they didn't seem to be there to hurt anyone. Their presence raised a lot of questions for him.

Like what the hell were they doing there?

To his knowledge Ichigo didn't possess a phone. And even if she had, she didn't exactly know the physical location of the camp. So it wasn't as if she could have called anyone and told them where to come.

He felt the kitten's razor sharp blade prick at his skin, and felt a bead of blood slowly slide down his skin as the kitten asked him again who he was.

Quickly weighing the pro's and con's, Tiger decided to take a chance and tell her his name.

"I'm pro-hero Tiger. One of the hero group known as the Wild, Wild Pussycats."

She tilted her head to the side a little bit as she mulled over his name and status before slowly removing the sword from his throat and sheathing it. "Forgive me," She said formally. "I didn't realize that there were any pro-heroes in the area."

"Is there a reason why you didn't expect pro-heroes to be in this area?" He asked curiously.

She seemed to hesitate in replying to him before then curtly saying, "You should leave." And then moved back a little ways in preparation of climbing down from the tree when his next question stopped her cold.

"Are you a friend of Ichigo?"

Her head swung back around, her eyes narrowing at him as something akin to anger sparked in them as she moved back to her previous position- crowding him. Her small hand resting on the hilt of her blade and she looked very much like she wanted to strike him down for something.

But for the life of him he couldn't figure out what as she slowly hissed out.

"Don't. Say. Her. Name. You may be a pro-hero, but you aren't worthy of saying Ichigo's name in such a familiar manner." Ah, so that was why she looked so mad.

She felt that he was in some way disrespectful.

"That doesn't answer my question," He pointed out, not bothering to apologize for ruffling her feathers a bit as he asked again. "Are you a friend?"

She gnashed her teeth and looked at him like she'd like nothing more than to smite him before hissing out slowly, as her shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. "Yes. I am."

He nodded his head slowly in understanding.

Something was going on here. That had to be the reason why people were gathering so close to the camp. And it had something to do with Ichigo. He just didn't know yet what part Shouta's kitten had to play in any of this.

"Are they friends as well?" He asked curiously, pointing at the others. She blinked at him and moved her finger in a subtle motion that he followed with his eyes as she pointed to the tall, scruffy looking ash blond man, and the buxom woman that had recently joined the other two men.

"They are?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Why are they here?"

"I..." She started to say something when the buxom woman called out sharply,

"Rukia! Stop talking to the local and get over here!" The sound must have startled the kitten slightly, because she jumped and then nearly tripped over her own feet and would have fallen out of the tree if not for Tiger reaching out and grabbing her to keep her from falling.

"Thanks," She muttered to him as she turned to leave again before pausing to look at him form over her shoulder and simply said. "We're here to keep Ichigo safe. That's all that you need to know." And then dropped out of the tree, leaving Tiger there to wonder what exactly they were here to protect Ichigo from.

She'd already been hurt.

Had they come here to try and prevent that from happening? Or was there something else much worse in store for Shouta's kitten?