A short time or so later, Kurama found himself in a rather...interesting position. Not that he minded any. He found his position to be rather pleasant given everything that had happened.

To say that he was excited to have Ichigo move in with him would be an understatement. He was over the moon about it.

And after leaving the scene of the disaster that had once been Ichigo's home, the two of them had hit the closest clothing store where she managed to get two week's worth of clothing.

Which was odd to him. Especially since those two weeks of clothing held literally everything in it.

Shoes, socks, underwear, bra's, shirts, and pants.

He found it really odd that she only planned to buy two pairs of some things- like the underwear, bras, and socks. So, before he meandered away to give her some privacy after he'd checked some of her clothing sizes.

After all, while she seemed certain that she would only need two weeks of clothing to get her through the next while; he wasn't as convinced about that as she appeared to be.

Years of growing up the only male in a household run by a woman told him something entirely different.

Besides, if she didn't get everything that she needed... He would look like a jerk, wouldn't he? And he certainly wasn't going to allow his fiancée to walk around looking as if she didn't have everything that she needed. He was going to provide for her even if she hated him for it.

So, while she was busy picking out her underwear and stuff- he went and managed to find some nice stuff that seemed as if it would both flatter her and fit her sense of style.

He already knew from Koenma's reports over the years that she didn't particularly like certain fashions. Things like animal print clothing, for instance.

He knew for a fact that tiger stripes and leopard spots were the in thing, fashion wise, right now. And as interesting and nice as some of those things were- Ichigo had literally barred her teeth and sneered at one of the tiger print shirts that he'd held up for her to look at earlier.

So, he knew to definitely steer clear of those and instead focused on the simpler and vintage style things that he could see hanging on the clothing racks. He managed to find a little bit of everything for her.

Sweaters, T-shirts, casual wear, some formal attire- he made sure that the formal stuff didn't have sequins or glitter. Embroidery was one thing. Sequins and glitter were another entirely.

Besides, he had pictures of her burning things that sparkled with a gleeful expression on her face.

Instead, he grabbed her some more pants, some skirts, some night gowns, and satin pajamas, and extra socks. And the very last thing that he grabbed for her was a couple of jackets.

After that was done, he carried his arm full of stuff to where she was and dumped it all in her buggy, startling her.

She turned and glanced at him for a second and then noticed the much bigger stack of stuff in the buggy and blinked before asking, "Are you planning to wear that stuff?"

"Of course," He lied smoothly. Already knowing that she was going to try and get him to put the stuff back if he told her the truth. "I'll have you know that I like crossdressing every now and then."

She made a humming sound and then reached into the buggy and picked up one of the skirts and held it up to him. He stiffened a little bit but let her do as she wanted as she said, "This skirt would look really cute on you. It'd show off your legs and rear."

She patted his butt gently with a smirk, and he blushed furiously as it occurred to him that he may actually have to cross-dress sometime in the near future as he squeaked out. "Is...my love of wearing women's clothing a deal breaker for you?"

She leered at him and he blushed even more as she said, "No. But I totally want to see you rocking that skirt now. And maybe some of the panties that I saw you dump in here."

He gave her a slightly pained looking smile and then caught sight of something in the buggy that he couldn't help but feel curious about. Reaching out, he carefully slipped his fingers into the straps and then brought the item up for closer inspection.

Ichigo must not have been paying attention to what he was doing. But she certainly made an alarmed sound once she did. The slightly strangled sound coming from her was enough to draw his eyes away from the item in his hands so that he could look at her.

Her face was a fetching shade of pink, her eyes wide and comically horrified. He might have dared to laugh at her considering the grief that she'd given him a few moments prior, but he was a gentleman. And gentlemen didn't laugh at their fiancée's horrified expressions. It made them seem like insensitive cads when they did.

Thankfully he was neither insensitive nor a cad. Not completely anyways. He was however an ancient fox demon and enjoyed teasing others where he could.

"This is interesting," He said as he held the item up a tad bit more until it was chest level on him. "I like the color and the lace. Do you like blue a lot? I noticed that you seem to go for either pastel colors or dark."

Finally, Ichigo seemed to find her tongue and hissed at him, "Put the bra down and forget that you ever saw it."

"But it's so pretty." He said with a playful grin.

Her face turned nearly as red as his hair before she reached out and snatched it from him and stuffed it back into the buggy. Underneath most of the other stuff so that it wouldn't be as easy for him to find again. She then gave him a warning look as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing at her.

She looked about as threatening to him as a wet kitten. It was adorable really. Especially when he already knew how much damage she could do with the proper incentive and tools.

"Does it have a matching pair of panties?" He suddenly asked, wanting to tease her one last time before he quit.

He was smacked in the stomach for his efforts. He grunted and grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles in an effort to disarm her of her ire and was pleased when it worked like a charm. Her irritation drained away, and she shook her head at his antics before grabbing the buggy and walking off.

Not long after that they paid for their stuff and left the store. Though he noticed on their way out that one of the sales reps had a magazine with his picture on the front of it.

So, he was quick to usher Ichigo out of the store before anyone could stop them or say anything that may alarm her.

After that, he took her straight home so that they could put her things away and sit down for a little bit and try to relax.