Ichigo didn't know what to say aside from what she'd already said a few moment's prior, so she just sat quietly as Toshinori ordered them both some food. The realization of her possible pregnancy had spurred her to stop arguing with him about the food issue and let him do what he wanted.

Partially because she felt usually famished, and partially because she worried what not eating for several days would do to the baby. Once he finished ordering the food, he settled himself so that he was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, facing her again as he asked, "What are you thinking?"

She twitched a little bit, the fingers over her stomach digging into her flesh hard enough to leave small bruises in their wake as she thought for a moment before slowly saying, "I think...I'm sort of shocked that it's happened so quickly. And also because I never thought that I'd live long enough to even have kids in the first place."

The shock that she felt was understandable.

Honestly he hadn't expected it to take just a few days to impregnate her either. He had expected to pretty much collapse and be on the verge of death before something caught. However he frowned at her other words as he tried to figure out what she meant by 'live long enough'.

"What do you mean by, live long enough? Are you sick? Are you dying?" He finally managed to say, alarm suddenly coloring his tone as he stared at her. His mind turning over her enhancements and the information that he'd been given on other things as he realized that it was entirely possible that she was dying. And then he started to get angry.

Seething anger began to well up within him as he mentally vowed again to hunt down the people/person responsible for doing this to her and-

"What? No!" Ichigo finally said, her expression confused as she asked. "Why would you think I'm dying?"

"You're words. You never thought that you would live long enough. What did you mean?" He asked again.

"O-Oh. Well...I-I uh..." His frown intensified as she stammered a little bit more before finally managing to say, "B-Because of all of the fighting. I never thought that I'd live long enough to have kids because of all of the fighting."

"Fighting?" He echoed curiously before demanding, "What fighting? Were you in a yakuza gang or something?"

Ichigo scrunched up her nose in disgust at the mere thought of being in a yakuza gang as she deadpanned, "Ew, no."

"Then what fighting do you speak of?" As Japan's former number one hero, surly he'd know it if some random place fell into chaos and violence. After all, he would have been asked to go there and restore law and order if it had. Wouldn't he? He wondered as he focused on her again, his expression contemplative.

Ichigo shifted around anxiously and looked uncomfortable under his scrutiny. But he refused to back down about this. Especially when it could be something that one day spilled over into their lives or even took her away from him and their child.

"Please tell me," He pleaded quietly. Her ears flattened themselves against her dark head and her tail lay limply on the bed behind her, as she looked as if she wanted to do anything but talk about the subject. He sighed and ran his fingers through his wild blond hair and simply said, "You can't avoid this, Ichigo. I won't let you. So please...just tell me."

Her tail flicked ever so slightly as she sighed and reluctantly said, "Fine. I can tell you bits and pieces, but I can't tell you everything."

"And why is that?" He asked.

"For safety reasons... I don't want you to know specific things about my life. It'll be safer for you and our kid that way."

He pretty much caught the gist of what she meant just from those words alone, and waited patiently for her to speak. "Well, to begin with... The town that I come from is sort of like a really finicky gated community. The population there is pretty big for a town. I think that the last time I checked the population number, it was around fifty eight thousand and three hundred and ninety. Of course that was before the population increase."

He cocked his head but remained silent hoping that she would get to the point soon.

"Anyways, my hometown is pretty much a hotbed for all kinds of violence and terrorism and other stuff..." Ah, finally they were getting somewhere. "And out of everyone in Karakura town, no one knows what a quirk is. Because no one has one-"

"What?!" He nearly shouted in disbelief, because she had to be wrong. There was no way that a town with a population of that size could possibly not have quirk users! She flinched from the volume of his voice and put her hands over her ears in an effort to protect them.

"Do you want to hear this or not?" She hissed at him as she absently rubbed at her ears the moment that he fell silent again. His expression both chagrined and a little bit sheepish.

She huffed as he put a hand over his mouth and motioned with his free hand for her to continue. "Anyways, no one there has a quirk. In fact no one there even knows that quirks exist. Partially because there are very few people that have ever moved there. And partially because there's a device that's been strategically placed around the outer border of the town that wipes the memories of anyone without some form or another of a latent ability."

"It's meant to serve as a defense mechanism against outsiders. But because of the memory wipe, we're kept ignorant of a lot of the potential dangers around us. And out of everyone in the population, only a small handful of people had ever been discovered with abilities. Not quirks, but abilities passed down through blood... Out of everyone, out of the total population of Karakura Town, there was maybe two dozen people with any kind of super human abilities whatsoever. A majority of which, are kids."

He frowned at the implications of a non-quirk based population and a small number of people with actual abilities living side by side. Anyone with anything destructive would be looked upon as something sinister or evil by the ignorant masses. Especially if anyone ever got hurt or accidentally killed.

Those with abilities would even be hunted, killed or even locked away.

It would be like a modern day witch hunt. He thought grimly as she continued speaking. "So, anyways... my parents were both really powerful people. Mom was a psychic/medium. And sometimes worked with the police to solve serial killer cases and cold cases and such. As you can imagine, she put a lot of people behind bars and made a lot of enemies."

Toshinori blinked at her, his expression slightly bewildered.

"And dad...well I don't really know one hundred percent what he did. But it had something to do with the government and the military. He became a doctor around the time he married my mom. And everything was fine for a while, but then mom was killed by her crazy grandma and a few other neo-Nazi-dictator-wannabe's..."

Toshinori couldn't help himself at this point, he paled and reached out and plucked her up off of the bed and deposited her into his lap so that he could hold her. He kept getting the weirdest feeling that he really shouldn't hear anything more. Especially now that she'd told him that part of her family were crazy neo-nazi's and responsible for her mother's death.

"Anyways, I really came into my own abilities around the age of fourteen. And I wound up being dragged into fights that I shouldn't have been a part of in the first place. I made some neat new friends, rediscovered my godfather and some family that I didn't know about at the time. But I also wound up thwarting some seriously hard hitters, rogue military guys, mercenaries, assassins, and genocidal lunatics."

"Are any of them still running loose?" Toshinori asked. She didn't answer him for a little while. But when she did, her answer was less than desirable to him. However he could deal with that later.