Ichigo was torn between leaving her...stalker where he lay once he lost consciousness and feeling like an utter bitch for even considering such a thing when the poor guy was obviously hurt.

So, despite her common sense telling her that he could very well be a serial killer of some sort and she should be wary of him- And having her inner Hollow flat out laugh at her for such stupid thoughts in the first damned place. After all, she was much, much scarier than any serial killer running loose.

She still found herself cautiously picking the guy up and carefully slipping him up onto her shoulder so that she could carry him back to her place.

Which made carrying her groceries a little bit of an issue, especially given his height and weight. But not a terrible one that prevented her from actually managing. No matter how awkwardly.

She did have a little bit of an incident once she was back home. It was nothing major, not in the conventional sense. But she did accidentally shut her tail up in her apartment door and let out a loud, blood-curdling scream and very nearly dropped both her stalker and her groceries in an effort to turn around and re open the door before she could collapse.

Honestly she felt like her fucking spine and the nerves in her tail were on fire.

It hurt so badly that she literally cried. And that was a very difficult thing for anything or anyone to even come close to achieving. Especially considering all of the crap that she'd seen, done, and experienced over the years.

What's that torture? Sure peel the flesh from my fucking bones. It doesn't hurt a bit. But growing a functioning tail, and slamming it in her apartment door on accident- bringing her to her knees when all of her enemies had never been able too... If her friends could see her now they would laugh themselves silly.

Literally. She was sure of it. Especially since a lot of them were total jerks without a single sympathetic bone in their damned bodies.

So once she was sure that she was going to be able to move without falling over, which took far, far longer than a minute or so. Around the time that the fire sensation died down to a painful throb- she finally moved through the small hallway and made her way to the living room. Where she carefully laid her stalker down on her couch and then turned and moved away to go and put her stuff up.

Once in the kitchen, she unpacked and put everything in it's designated place.

After which, she took a few moments to put her tea kettle on the stove to let the water heat up some. While she experimentally flicked her injured tail to see how badly she'd hurt it, and had to grit her teeth to bite back a growl when it felt like her bones were grinding together.

Damn that hurt! She thought as she moved to one of the cabinets in the kitchen to get some pain meds that she kept on hand for fevers and stuff. She'd had a nasty run in with a particularly vicious strain of the flu several months back that had taken her nearly two months to finally shake.

After that, she'd decided to keep some meds and stuff on hand, just to be on the safe side.

Grabbing the bottle, she quickly popped the top off and then tipped it over into her hand. And counted out three pills in her palm before she set the bottle aside on the counter.

She wouldn't dare to take any more than that no matter what happened to her since her normal physiology had significantly changed again. That and she was fully aware of the fact that she could take some things much more safely than others.

But at this point a lot of her physical care boiled down to trial and error.

Still, she was going to be beyond pissed if her body shut down on her. Her regeneration ability wasn't exactly an absolute cure all. And it did occasionally seem to have a mind of it's own. Just enough to keep her alive. But maybe also enough to drive her crazy too.

She wished that she could blame Kisuke for that. But even she knew that it was her inner Hollow's fault. He really was the worst sadist that she'd ever had the displeasure of knowing. And that was saying a lot considering who a majority of her friends were.

Popping the pills into her mouth, she didn't even bother to grab anything to drink. She chewed the tablets, making a face as she did so because of how terrible the pills tasted to her.

Bleh. She thought once she had managed to swallow them down. And then used her fingertips to clean her teeth of the residual powder that they had left behind so that she wouldn't wind up tasting them for hours afterwards. Once that was done, she put the lid back on the bottle and then pushed it aside so that she could wash her hands after which she decided to go and check on...her stalker.

Maybe she'd take some time to check his pockets for some sort of ID while she was at it. She had a very special dislike for simply referring to the guy as her stalker. Especially since it implied all kinds of unsavory things and he'd...well, freaked out and tried to run from her and practically rendered himself helpless and unconscious in the process.

She didn't know many hardcore stalkers that did such things. Especially if they didn't want to get caught.

So either this guy was a super nervous nelly, a first time offender, or there was something else going on. Either way, she'd know in a minute.

Walking quietly over to the couch, she took a moment to study his features and couldn't help but inwardly cringe some at how..fragile he looked to her. Honestly if not for his clean and warm-ish clothing she could easily mistake him for one of the homeless people that she tended to feed whenever she could.

He really wasn't in the best of health, that was for sure. Reaching out tentatively, she gently used her fingertips to tip his head back a little bit so that she could see him a little more clearly.

The poor guy was a mess.

There was a little bit of blood running down his chin from his mouth that she took a moment to wipe away with her thumb. Ignoring the strangely enticing smell that she was picking up from it since that was one of her new...irritants thanks to her feline attributes.

Humming softly she slowly removed her fingertips from his chin and eased his head back own into place and then huffed and seated herself on the coffee table and rested her elbows on her knees and muttered to herself, "What the hell do I do with you now?"

She'd feel bad if he spent the rest of his life behind bars. Especially given his current state of health.

Part of her was arguing with herself that she couldn't just turn him over to the cops, he was puny. And somebody might really hurt him. Besides, that insane part of her continued to argue- his bangs reminded her of bunny ears. It was fucking adorable.

It was at that point that she decided to check out for a little bit.

Because bunny ears- fucking really?

Awareness came back to him slowly and along with it the knowledge that he wasn't lying on the ground like before. As well as a multitude of other things. One of which was that the girl, Ichigo was sitting on a small coffee table next to him, staring blankly ahead as if she were in a trance of some sort.

Following that knowledge was questions. The usual mostly. Things like, how did he get where he was? Where was he? Who moved him? As strong as Ichigo had proven herself to be earlier when she'd lifted and moved Kathy without dropping her... He didn't exactly think that she would be able to move him without at least dragging him.

After all, even in his present weakened state, he was still considerably heavier than normal. It was simply what happened when One for All modified it's vessel to prevent it from easily breaking. As a result, his bones and muscle had become much denser and heavier than before.

And it remained so even now.

So even if she had somehow brought him here, he should be in considerably more pain than he was. Also, his breathing was oddly unencumbered. He also wasn't hacking up a lung either. So he supposed that that meant something too. He just didn't exactly know what.

Carefully moving a little bit to see how she would react since she hadn't have moved so much as a muscle since he'd opened his eyes, he was only slightly surprised to move one of his legs. And have her reach out in a lightening quick movement that was difficult for his eyes to track, and grabbed his ankle in one of her hands, stilling him as she blinked and then looked at him for a moment.

Her garnet eyes looked a lot like blood up close, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking when she suddenly blurted out in an almost sullen tone. "Bunny ears my ass." And then released his ankle and stood up and started to walk off when her tail flicked itself into his face.

Right underneath his nose. Tickling his face badly enough to elicit several sneezes from him out of reflex as he watched her leave the room in bafflement.

Bunny ears- what? He wondered as he sniffled and used one hand to rub at his nose as he slowly sat up a little bit straighter on what he soon realized was a couch. Blinking once the realization hit him, he found himself wondering if he was in her home when he heard her messing around in the other room a second or so before he heard her call out to him, "Hey, stalker!"

He stiffened a little bit where he sat and hesitated for a moment to respond. But inevitably, he felt that he couldn't just sit there and be rude and ignore her. After all, she might want to ask him something important.

"Y-Yes."

"You're staying for dinner and tea," It wasn't a question. It was more like an order that was sort of phrased like a question before she seemed to decide to tell him what to expect. "I'm making stew and grilled cheese sandwiches. Are you a fan of plain veggie? Or something with meat in it?"

"Either is fine," He called back hesitantly before finally saying more to himself than her. "I'm...not really a picky eater." She poked her head around the corner and stared at him hard for a second before finally saying,

"That's good to know. Now come in here and park yourself at the island so that you can explain exactly what the hell you were following me for, while I fix the food."

He audibly gulped knowing that while there wasn't really any way around this particular conversation, it also was probably going to end with her calling the cops on him. He could hear his friend that was a police officer, laughing at him now.

Still...she did sort of deserve to know some things. And he didn't want to lie to her either.

"Yes, of course." He said slowly as he got to his feet and cautiously moved himself into the other room and immediately sat down where she'd said to and stayed quiet for several heart beats as she pulled a few things out of the fridge and placed them on the other side of the island, across from him. And then asked, "Where would you like me to start my explanation?"

"The beginning is always a good place."

"Yes, I suppose so. Just..." He paused to eye the knife that she pulled out of one of the drawers, warily. "Don't stab me..."

"I don't plan to stab you unless you give me a reason to." She said as she shot him a scowl as she quickly separated some carrots, celery, onion and a few other things from everything else, and then slowly started to cut them up while he tried to explain everything to her from beginning to end.