Kurama opened his eyes in his office a short time later feeling more than a tad bit pleased with the information he now had about Ichigo's past. And he spent a good bit of time alternating between doing his work, researching PTSD episodes and how to handle them, and wondering what his darling was doing at home without him.

She'd been a bit moody before he had left this morning. Could she have been feeling guilt or shame over having a flashback? Or had her moodiness been because of how she had reacted to the flashback? Was she worried that she might have scared him off? How did he help her with the triggers? And what kind of triggers did she even have?

Sighing as he leaned back in his seat, he took a moment to press the heels of his hands to his eyes and just...think for a second about how he could help her feel better. But all he could come up with that was somewhat comforting was candies, flowers, and cuddling? And he wasn't the least bit sure if any those things would be remotely helpful to make her feel better.

Sighing again because he felt more helpless than he cared for here- he dropped his hands away from his eyes and turned back to his computer and was about to start typing again when he got a knock on his office door. Calling out for whoever was there to come in, he didn't bother to look up until he smelled the somewhat unpleasant scent of one of his many, many hopeful future paramours.

Making a low sound of irritation, he lifted his eyes from his computer screen to ask the damned woman what she wanted but paused when he saw the odd look of shock on her face. Blinking at her for a second, he began to look around his office for the obvious source of her distress.

Somewhat hoping that it would be something as simple as a mere insect crawling around somewhere and could be easily remedied. However, those hopes were dashed when the woman finally seemed to shake her funk and all but demanded what the hell he was doing wearing a ring on his ring finger.

Glancing down at the ring that Ichigo had bought him, he noticed that it was sparling very prettily in the light of his office. And as such would naturally be very noticeable to anyone who bothered to look towards the sparkle to see what it was.

In most cases, it would be simple curiosity that would draw one's eye to it. However, in the woman's case, and with how often she tended to throw herself at him and flirt- he supposed that it would be more than curiosity that would draw her eye to it.

But even so...he didn't like the fact that she felt as if she had any right to demand answers of him.

After all, while she may have had some lofty ambitions of being his future wife; but that didn't mean that she had any right to demand any answers of him as if he were her boyfriend.

Feeling as if he should set her straight, again. He reached out and grabbed his phone and called Ichigo intending to ask her what her thoughts on his employee's behavior and what he should do about it since he was growing very tired of her harassing him.

He kept his eyes on the woman because she was beginning to look more and more upset with every passing moment as he waited for his darling to answer.

Ichigo had been feeling like crap about what had happened the previous night as well as Shuichi's talk with her that morning before he had left. And since she was feeling like crap, she had done a few things to occupy her time and try to work out some stuff.

Cleaning an already clean house, mostly. But whatever.

She hadn't expected to have a flashback simply by hearing a shout. In all honesty she hadn't had any flashbacks in a while. And while that was nice and all, suddenly being triggered was bad. Especially for someone like her. As it was, she wasn't really sure if she should tell Shuichi about her years as a marine.

Sure, she wasn't exactly hiding it. Nor was she ashamed of her time as one. But...she worried about what telling him might do to their new relationship. Mostly because everything that he knew about her already kind of painted a picture of a more genteel woman than she usually was.

He was a genuinely nice guy and she liked that about him. So, it was natural for her to worry about being more like her usual self. Right?

After all, she had worked hard for a while now to suppress her more violent and volatile tendencies. And flashbacks made things harder on her because he saw a glimpse of the part of her that she didn't want him to see. The killer.

The dangerous part of her that she often wished she could leave behind completely.

At present she was trying to finish up the bento lunch that she had been making for him. She intended to deliver it to his office in person so that he wouldn't have to eat out for lunch while she weighed the pros and cons of telling him everything because she wanted to be honest with him. Even if it made him seriously rethink their relationship and possibly cause him to decide against marrying her.

It was a difficult decision to make. But keeping secrets was no way to enter into any sort of long-term relationship. Especially one where marriage was the goal.

Finally sighing, she decided to take the chance and tell him about her years as a soldier. Since it would explain many of the nightmares, habits, and other behaviors that she had picked up from both her time as a Soul Reaper and a marine.

Carefully packing the bento that she had made for Shuichi, she was grabbing the spare key and her other things when the phone began to ring. Thinking that it might be important she all but flash stepped across the room to answer it, and tripped in the process because excessive speed and small spaces were both a dangerous combination.

Even so- she still managed to grab the phone on the third ring was groaned out a raspy, slightly pained sounding "Hello." And was quickly rewarded by Shuichi's worried sounding.

"Dearest? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just tripped trying to get to the phone." She assured him as she sat up and then asked, "What about you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, my love. I was just calling to ask your opinion on something."

"Alright. Shoot."

Shuichi gave a small chuckle at her choice of words and then quickly filled her in on what he needed her opinion on. Apparently, her fiancé was having some issues with being harassed by a female co-worker. She listened to him talk to her carefully before he asked her what she would think of going ahead and announcing their engagement.

And while she understood why he wanted to go ahead and tell someone, despite the fact that they had agreed to keep it a secret- she very much doubted that the harassment he was getting from his co-worker would just vanish into thin air once the woman knew that he was taken. If anything, it just might get worse.

Depending on how determined the woman was to have him, that is.

But at the same time, she could also understand just how vexing it was for him to constantly be chased by someone he had no interest in. And at the same time, she knew that if the woman wasn't dissuaded from continuing her antics- they could easily escalate into something dangerous like obsession, stalking, and even attempts on his life.

And she couldn't have that.

She nixed the whole idea of telling the woman anything about their engagement since it could cause unforeseen issues for them both and instead told him to keep the woman with him. She knew that he didn't like the idea of being in the same room with her for too long given how unsettling the woman was becoming in her anger. But she already had a plan to get rid of her.

After getting him to agree to keep the woman with him in his office, she told him to open the office door- just in case, and wait for her to get there.

He sounded like he was startled by the fact that she was going to come and help him deal with the situation in person, and even started to ask her if she was feeling up to coming all the way to his company to handle the woman. She merely told him that she would be there in ten minutes and then hung up before he could offer to send her a car or something else ridiculously sweet.

Besides, walking there might help to calm her already frayed nerves a bit since she was suddenly feeling oddly angry on his behalf. She took a few moments to examine the feelings and put a name to each of them rising up in her and then once that was done, she got up off of the floor and resumed gathering her things. The bento that she'd made for Shuichi was the last thing that she managed to recall grabbing before she walked out of the house.