Once she got off of the phone with Kisuke, Yoruichi walked back down the hall to Ichigo's room and very politely asked the blond guy to 'keep an eye' on the girl. While she ran to the nearest shop and purchased her some decent clothing to wear since Ichigo's current clothing was anything but decent.

Her shirt alone, barely covered her breasts!

True, not all of her skin was totally exposed, but enough of it was. Making her look just a tad bit more immodest than she usually was. She couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed it before but...well, she'd had other, greater things on her mind than how the girl was dressed.

However now, it was simply something that couldn't be ignored. Especially since she'd blurted out that Ichigo was an emperor. She'd have to see to it that the girl at least dressed nicer if she was going to play the part of an actual royal.

Upon getting the man to agree to keep an eye on the girl, Yoruichi then told him when Kisuke should get there and what to expect and then turned and left. She vaguely recalled a shop not too far away form the hospital that sold clothing.

So she'd go there and see if she could find some stuff.

Toshinori re entered the room, not knowing what he should expect of the young lady he'd promised to keep an eye on. On one hand, he half expected her to be as surly tempered and foul mouthed as before. Maybe he even half expected her to throw something at him- instead of Nezu and Midnight, this time.

But seeing her sitting with her head buried in her hands, looking completely destroyed- was the utterly last thing he'd expected of her. Feeling slightly worried that perhaps she'd gotten into some sort of trouble with her 'step mother' because of them and he couldn't help but ask, "A-Are you okay?"

Her...whatever the hell the woman was- hadn't slapped her once they were alone, had she?

She made a quiet sniffling sound, that had him stiffening and slowly raised her head to look at him as he moved around the bed to stand in front of her. His blue eye studying her almost anxiously.

She still looked pale to him, and her eyes... Those beautiful green eyes had a little bit of a glassy sheen to them, and were rimmed in red as if she'd been crying for the past few minutes.

"What happened?" He asked almost automatically, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach the longer he looked at her face. She took a deep shuddering breath but didn't really respond to his inquiry beyond a slight shake of her head before she put it back in her hands.

He stood there for several minutes, patiently waiting for her to say something.

However the more the minutes ticked by, the more it looked as if she had no intention of telling him anything. Finally getting a clue, he sighed, feeling more than a little bit exasperated and confused by her current behavior when the door to the room opened.

Glancing towards it, he wondered if maybe the woman had returned when a tall platinum blond man stepped through the door followed a split second later by a tiny, petite young lady.

"Ichigo!" The young lady all but shouted as she shoved the man out of her way and ran and more or less tackled the other girl off of the bed.

Toshinori couldn't help but jump and bristle a little bit as both girls hit the floor in a painful looking heap. Ichigo on the bottom, and the other girl laying heavily on her. Which couldn't have been good for Ichigo's unhealed injuries. No matter how much the girl might deny hurting later on.

Thinking quickly, in an effort to spare Ichigo even more pain- he reached down and grabbed the smaller girl by the belt around her waist and lifted her up off of her friend. She made a weird little sound, but didn't bother to react or pitch a fit any and simply hung from his grasp like a little rag doll. As the man that had come with her, made his way over and helped Ichigo up off of the floor.

Toshinori kept a careful eye on the man as he looked the girl over for a moment and then hugged her and ran his fingers through her dark hair and said over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Causing Toshi's eyes to narrow a little bit in contemplation. As he wondered just what the hell the guy was apologizing for as he watched them finally separate and Ichigo gave him a strained little tight lipped smile before finally shifting her attention to the girl in his grasp and made grabby hands towards him.

"Gimme my Rukia."

Toshinori assumed that 'Rukia' was the small girl in his grasp and automatically set her on her feet and released his hold on her belt. The second that he did, Rukia gave him a wide eyed look and then quickly skittered away from him and re attached herself to the other girl and said in a not so subtle tone, "He's taller than Chad!"

Toshinori arched a brow, wondering who Chad was as the small girl went on to say in a bemused tone, "He's even taller than you! Aside from Chad- I've never met anyone taller than you!" Toshinori was on the verge of laughing when she suddenly blurted out, "D-Do you think he's part unicorn?"

He did laugh a little bit then. Finding it a bit funny that the girl would liken a seven foot two man, to a mythical creature like a unicorn. He knew that tall people weren't all that uncommon. But the girl acted as if she'd never really seen anyone his height before. Ever.

Well...aside from the aforementioned Chad fellow anyways.

"Why don't you ask him that." Ichigo said as she put a hand on the smaller girl's back and nudged her towards him. She squeaked as her face flamed in embarrassment as she suddenly found herself in his personal space.

Toshi looked down at her, noting just how tiny and fragile she looked up close like this and wondered just who she was exactly. She had come with the blond man- did that make her family? A sibling or cousin or something that was really close to Ichigo? Or was she something along the lines of a bodyguard and companion?

The companion part he could see and understand easily. The bodyguard thing- not so much. She looked...far to delicate and breakable for such a difficult job.

Curious on whether or not he could gain a little bit more info on everyone he bent down a little bit and politely introduced himself. "Hello, young Rukia. My name is All Might. I'm a pro-hero."

She gave him an awkward smile and curtsied to him despite wearing pants and politely said, "Hello All Might, my name is Rukia Kuchiki. I'm Ichigo's-"

"Sister/cousin/friend thing." Ichigo interrupted her by saying.

Toshi's eyes flickered to the girl, noting that she wasn't even looking at them and frowned suspiciously. Why did he get the nagging feeling that Ichigo had interrupted because Rukia hadn't known what to say to him just now?

Rukia laughed nervously, "Yeah, that. Thank you Ichigo!" The other girl waved a hand at her to indicate that she could continue her talk with him. Rukia turned her violet eyes back to him and gave him a slightly less awkward smile and said, "I'm Ichigo's sister/cousin/friend thing. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Might."

"You're very polite young Rukia." He said, noting that her manners seemed more...high class then the others. Even Ichigo whom hadn't really displayed any traces of manners- high class or otherwise- for a young royal. Much less someone who held the title of emperor.

Of course, he didn't exactly know what a modern emperor's manners would be anyways. He had had very little contact with those of royal blood. Even during his younger years as an upcoming hero.

She laughed nervously, "Thank you, Mr. Might. I wasn't raised by wolves like the rest of the savages."

"Even you're emperor?" He felt the need to ask, watching the odd way that Ichigo's back stiffened and she cast him a weird look. The guy did too. Though he seemed just a little bit amused by Toshinori's question as Rukia leaned in a little bit and said in a hushed tone.

"Ichigo has manners. Nice ones. But she was also raised as a boy- I'm afraid some habits are simply harder to break then others."

Toshinori blinked, wondering what exactly she meant by that. What did she mean that Ichigo had been raised as a boy? It was very clear to him that she was a girl. Sure she was a tad bit taller than most females. And she sort of towered over her friends a little bit.

But her features, and build were all very good, and strong indications that she was female. What sort of person raises a little girl as a male? He wondered as said girl made a face and said in a slightly defensive tone, "There's nothing wrong with how I was raised."

"I know. But using some of those manners of yours would be nice from time to time." Rukia said kindly. Ichigo made another face and looked away from the smaller girl and muttered, 'Ew. Feelings. No thanks.' The comment might have been somewhat funny if it wasn't so damned sad to him.

Had she been raised to suppress her feelings? He knew that some people raised their children, especially the boys that way to 'toughen' them up. But...he found that it disturbed him to think of her being raised in such a way.

He couldn't help but let his mind run away with him a little bit as he continued to think along these lines. His curiosity growing bit by bit as he tried to imagine her as a child. What had happened whenever she fell and scraped her knee? When she broke her first bone?

Had she been allowed to cry? Or had she had to suffer in silence?

Or had something much worse happened? Had she been punished somehow...for crying? Or for showing any weakness or pain?

He suddenly felt sickened at the ghastly thought. He might have tried to ask- if only to see how Ichigo might react to the question, however her 'step mother' had finally returned. And much like the first time she'd appeared, she flung the door open again causing himself and Rukia to visibly jump as she entered the room with a couple of bags in her hands.

"Ichigo! I got you some more decent clothing, and some new shoes."

"Sweet." The girl said as she brushed by him and Rukia, pausing only momentarily to shift her small friend out of her way before walking up tot he woman and taking the stuff from her and then making a beeline for the nearest bathroom.