The moment that Ichigo was uncuffed, and the giant blond moved away from her- she bolted upright on the bed and tamped down on the nearly overwhelming urge to scream at the white hot fiery pain that she felt explode along her torso and limbs.

Taking a moment to simply breathe in an attempt to stave off the dizziness thanks to the steady drumming in her skull as the giant asked, "Was threatening to sue them for doing their job necessary?" He sounded upset. But more than that, he sounded...judgy.

She didn't particularly like judgy people. They remined her far too much of Byakuya and his 'honor' nonsense back when he'd been about to let the Soul Society kill Rukia when they'd first met.

"Yes," She hissed out as she slowly lifted a hand to rub at the back of her neck as she slowly tacked on. "I hate hospitals."

"That's no excuse for such behavior."

"You aren't my dad." She said. "So stop trying to act like you are and back off."

He made a low growling sound in warning. Apparently not liking her tone or something before asking, "Do you speak to you're father like that?" He apparently thought himself clever for asking such a thing. Probably because such a question was meant to inspire remorse.

He'd get nothing like that from her. She felt no remorse, no pity, not even goddamn empathy at the moment.

"If you knew anything about how I spoke to my dad, then you'd know that if he were here now- he'd have already tried to murder me." She said the words without really thinking. And wished that she could unsay them a heartbeat later upon realizing what she'd actually said.

But well...truth was truth. And she and Issun did have a wonderful; if malicious and violent relationship.

However he must have thought that she was kidding or something because a second later he muttered something along the lines of, "If I were your dad and you talked to me like that, I'd murder you too."

Well okay. She thought as she turned her head just a little bit to look at him from over one of her shoulders. Her green eyes peeking through her dark bangs to glare at him.

He simply glared back at her. His arms crossed over his large chest, with an unimpressed look on his handsome face.

"Who're you anyways? I don't know you. So why are you here?" She finally asked after several moments of glaring. He looked just a little bit shocked by the question. As if it had thrown him off guard.

"I'm the famous pro-hero, All Might." He said a little bit hesitantly. As if that explained everything. She blinked at him, not impressed in the least at his lame introduction and simply muttered something inaudible underneath her breath.

An insult maybe? Toshinori wondered. She certainly seemed chalked full of piss and vinegar- personality wise. How someone like this was supposed to be a good match for him, he hadn't the faintest idea.

For heaven's sake, he liked nice people. More specifically, nice girls!

She wasn't nice at all!

"Well, All Might...what are you doing here?" She asked after a second or so.

"I came in with you and two of my co-workers whom were injured in an attack yesterday." He said in a huff. She turned her body to face him a little bit, ignoring the obvious aches and pains that she was experiencing as she demanded.

"What do you mean by 'attack'? What happened?"

He blinked at her, his brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before then telling her of the attack. She was silent the whole time that he spoke, obviously saving any questions that she had for once he finished speaking. Upon finally wrapping everything up, he fell quiet.

"Shit, that sucks." He made a soft humming sound, his earlier rising temper cooling a little bit as she went on to say, "I'm glad that you're friends are okay though."

"So am I." He said quietly before then asking her curiously, "May I ask- why did you freak out a little while ago? I mean, I know that waking up in strange place can be...disconcerting at times. But-"

"It wasn't disconcerting. Believe it or not, I'm used to waking up in strange places." He didn't exactly feel surprised by the confession. She certainly seemed like the type to wind up in weird places. Maybe after some underage drinking and whatnot. "What I'm not used too is being tied down. To me, being tied down- even for a good reason- is a lot similar to waking up chained in someone's basement. Nothing good ever happens from that point on."

"Been chained up in many basements, have you."

He meant for his words to be taken as a joke. However her deadpan expression quickly had him choking on his own tongue. Because holy shit! That expression implied a lot about some not-so-good things and all he could think then was, Seriously?

No wonder Nighteye had told him that she couldn't be left alone and unguarded. He couldn't imagine what she must have gone through in such instances. But he could imagine that she must have been unimaginably scared.

"Ah, there she is?" A masculine voice said as violet eyes fluttered open. "How are you feeling Rukia? Any pain?" She blinked a time or two in an effort to shake the grogginess that she felt before asking,

"What happened?"

Kisuke took a deep breath and then explained what had happened to them. Apparently Ichigo had really done it this time. She'd broken the Hogyoku in an effort to keep it out of enemy hands and the massive explosion that had occurred had...opened a portal or something.

All while destroying half of the enemy forces, a good portion of the buildings and surrounding in the Soul Society- and also transferred a massive portion of it's remaining power to the girl before she had fallen through the portal.

He, Rukia, and Yoruichi had all been trying to reach her before she could fall too far and wound up falling along with her. He didn't exactly know where they were. But they seemed to be in a parallel universe of some kind.

They had been separated from Ichigo because she had gone through the portal first. However he and Yoruichi had miraculously managed to stay together and find her after they had woken up. He made a point of making sure to tell her that their spiritual power still worked. It had a little bit of a bigger kick to it when it was used. It was also less draining on their physical forms.

Which was good, because the people in this new world had abilities of their own. Many of which were incredibly dangerous. So...the warning about the people aside- that was something, she supposed. At least still being able to use their abilities would help them to eventually find Ichigo and make defending themselves, if needed, a little bit easier.

"What are we going to do?" Rukia asked, looking worried.

"We're going to find Ichigo and survive." Kisuke said, his tone brooking no argument. Rukia merely nodded her head in understanding, her expression grim as she said a silent prayer for Ichigo's safety. She'd been really hurt the last time she'd seen her.

So she really hoped that she was okay.

Ichigo sighed as she handed the doctor back his pen, suddenly feeling drained of her strength. She had been trying to focus her regenerative ability on the worst of her injuries ever since she and...All Might- what a weird, dorky name- had finished talking a little while ago.

And so far, she had managed to heal her broken bones, some of the worst of her internal injuries, the deepest of her shredded flesh- and now- now she just wanted to get the hell out of this stupid place, grab something to eat and take a nap.

Ugh, healing myself is exhausting. She thought as the doctor told her to wait a few minutes so that someone could collect her clothing. What he didn't say was that there was barely anything left of it since some of it had been cut off of her when she'd been brought in.

"Where will you go once you leave? No one's bothered to come and claim you the whole time that you've been here. Do you even have a home?" All Might asked her once the doctor left the room.

She remained quiet, not bothering at all to reply to his inquiry. Which told him all that he really needed to know. "If you want, I could find a place for you so that you wouldn't have to stay on the streets. Especially since they aren't safe for young ladies once it's dark."

"I'll be fine. I have money and stuff in my wallet. I can probably find a hotel and get whatever I need." She said.

"Maybe, but that won't last for very long." He said, trying to reason with her since he doubted that she had enough money to last her for more than a day or so. If she was lucky.

"It'll be fine." She said absently.

"At least let me help you find a decent hotel."

"No thanks. I can do it myself." She said, hoping that he'd leave her alone. However her words only seemed to worry him even more. So much so that he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open and pulled something- a card? out. And then handed it to her. She frowned at the small piece of paper as she turned it over in her hand.

"Keep that on you just in case you get into any trouble. My personal number is on it. You can call me anytime." He said as he moved back a step or so.

She looked up at him and gave him a small, tight lipped smile and nodded her head.