Mikey didn't know what was wrong with the kid when he was led off of the stage, but he knew that it was something bad. So, he waited patiently- well, as patiently as he could anyway before his concern finally got the better of him and he stood up from the table and began to walk towards the stage with the intention of going to find the boy.

There was no nefarious reason for his actions. He simply wanted to make sure that the kid was alright.

Though he wasn't sure if his men knew or understood that since each of them abandoned the table, and the current dancer to trail after him.

His executives already knew that he liked the boy. But his behavior right then was a just a little bit shocking to them. Especially since it was uncharacteristic of the man that they knew to feel the need to actually go and find a stranger that he'd just met.

Let alone check on someone since it simply wasn't who Mikey was anymore. Not unless he was planning to kill someone anyway.

Yet as shocking as it was to them, none of them could find it in themselves to dislike the boy for eliciting such feelings in their boss. Knowing that he was so attached to the boy already was kind of...like adopting to them.

As far as they were concerned Mikey and the rest of them had basically just adopted a little brother. And though they were somewhat concerned about their boss, they held their questions back and simply followed him like they always did. How could they not?

Mikey was their boss for a reason.

He was the coldest and most ruthless man. He had proven early on in their lives that he was more than worthy of their respect, admiration, friendship and devotion. However, despite all of those things, the man often times seemed lost. As if he no longer knew what to do or whether or not he had a heart.

It was at times like that that he tended to frighten even them with how cold and cruel he could be. But this...this was an omen of some sort. It simply had to be.

Mikey's bizarre and sudden attachment to the boy seemed to be a sign to them that despite how cold, cruel and ruthless their boss could often be. He still had a heart. It was tainted and broken and tattered almost beyond recognition. But it was still there. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

It took the ash blond several seconds to find some steps leading up to the side of the stage since they had been somewhat hidden, but his keen eyes managed to find them easily.

And once he did, he didn't bother to stop or look back. He took them two at a time and kept walking, completely ignoring the fact that several people that had been sitting nearby called out and told him that he couldn't go back behind the stage.

It wasn't allowed for the safety of the dancers!

However, he was being driven by some sense of urgency. And as such, the rules didn't currently apply to him. They couldn't. Not when his instinct was telling him that something was wrong.

It took several attempts to locate the dressing room- mostly because there were several rooms along the hallway that he wound up in, and each door to them was closed. But he finally found the right place and once he did, he found himself standing in a dressing room doorway, staring wide eyed at the boy as he scowled down at something in his hands.

Rangiku had destroyed her clothes.

She didn't know how she had done it. Or even why the woman had done it. All that Ichigo knew was that she was now stuck without her normal clothing. And she was irritated beyond measure at the woman. So much so that she was tempted to go back onto the stage and kick the blond off of it in mid performance.

"What the hell does she expect me to do? Walk around naked?" She wondered aloud as she debated on seeing if she could borrow something from Kisuke to wear.

Surely, he still had some of her stuff stashed away for when they had those late-night meetings with everyone, and she crashed afterwards. Right?

But no, if she went to ask the man if he had any of her stuff- she'd have to do it in her panties. And she would not tolerate that at all. Kisuke was many things to her, a godfather, family, a friend, a comrade in arms- but she drew the line at letting him see her naked! After all, he was a pervert.

And as far as she knew, perverts tended to make her skin crawl. So, there was that.

Scowling down at the shredded clothing in her hands she completely missed the fact that she wasn't alone anymore. At least for a second or so.

Okay, she's totally lying. She was so distracted by her thoughts on her lack of decent clothing that she actually let someone sneak up on her. But in her defense, she at least expected whoever it was to be someone that she knew.

So, when she heard a soft hiss-like exhale coming from somewhere behind her, she didn't really think anything of it. After all, she literally had friends who came out of the woodwork when she wasn't paying close attention to things. And a lot of them were fairly good at hiding their presence from everyone, including her.

However, unlike her friends, they tended to give themselves away pretty easily even while using stealth. But whoever was standing behind her right then...they were eerily still. And she suddenly got the weirdest feeling that she was about to be pounced on.

Finally unable to take anymore she turned her head so that she could see who was there and nearly died of embarrassment on the spot when she saw the man from earlier along with several of his friends, all hanging out in the doorway. Just staring at her as if they had never seen a grown woman who liked to cross-dress and pretend that she was a boy, before.

Under normal circumstances, she would have turned and told them to beat it. Or even attacked them for being so daring as the wander into the back of the club to visit the dressing room like this. But she couldn't really do either one at the moment for several reasons.

One, she was naked. And two, her mark still wasn't covered up.

And since she didn't want to run the risk of finding her soulmate anytime soon, she really didn't want some random strangers to see it.

Finally, the ash blond decided to move, and she frantically started to look around for something to at least attempt to cover herself with. She found something feathery, and though it wasn't ideal- she grabbed the thing and quickly wrapped it around herself.

But it barely covered anything at all since it was basically just a string.

Feeling more and more like screaming by the second, she started to panic and wondered how many of her friends in the bar would hear her if she screamed bloody murder. She also vaguely wondered if any of them would let her live screaming down too. But she quickly pushed that thought aside as the blond approached her on quiet feet.

"So, you're not a boy." She jumped at the sound of the man's voice but still didn't turn around to face him, which he seemed to take as some sort of permission to get closer to her. Or maybe he was just checking to see if he was right. She didn't know and didn't really care.

However, that changed the second that she felt strong hands, carefully, and firmly grasp one of her upper arms and forcibly turn her upper body a little bit. Not enough for him to really see much. After all the feathery thing was in the way. But her neck, shoulders and collarbone were easily on display even if he didn't look lower.

She knew the moment that he saw her soul mark because he froze up, his dark eyes going wide in disbelief as they locked on the vivid dragon mark while her face flamed with humiliation and rage. And just as quickly as he'd seen it- he stripped off his shirt and draped it over her.

A second after that, she found herself being scooped up in his arms as he turned and started walking back towards the door while she started squirming to get free of his grasp. But he somehow managed to keep his grip on her without dropping her on her head.

She supposed that she could have just hit him. Or even screamed at this point. But for some bizarre reason she couldn't help but wonder what the hell was even going on.

Was this weirdo actually going to kidnap her? Her? The terror of Soul Society and Hell alike? Is he insane? She honestly wanted to ask him but couldn't seem to get her tongue to work.

They got halfway to the back door when Yoruichi appeared with some stuff in her hands and saw them. Everyone froze up, probably half expecting her to sound the alarm or call the cops on them or something.

But instead, the woman merely walked up to them and smiled at her slyly as she eyed the men as if she were sizing them up for coffins. A look that the guys all missed otherwise they would be very, very afraid right then.

"Going somewhere?" She asked curiously as she masked her previous look with feminine guile.

"I-I think I'm being kidnapped." Ichigo stammered out in shock. Yoruichi gave her a startled look and then handed over the clothing that she had found for her to wear as she asked her.

"Do you need me to save you?"

Ichigo wasn't sure how to respond so she just shrugged and made this odd motion with her hands. Which Yoruichi probably thought translated to something along the lines of, What the hell do I even do with this? And gave her a knowing grin full of teeth.

If she had been anyone else, Ichigo likely would have smacked the grin off of the woman's face. But she wasn't anyone else. And Yoruichi was a friend. A friend that sometimes scared her worse than Kenpachi did. But still a friend, nevertheless. Even if some of the things that she said or did was very questionable to Ichigo.

"Well, since you don't know if you need saving or not- I'll let you and your new friends go then." Yoruichi said, somehow while managing to keep a straight face since Ichigo could see that she was dying to laugh at her right then by the way that her mouth twitched a time or two.

"Thanks mom, love you." Ichigo said sarcastically as the blond started walking again.

Yoruichi merely waved at them with a sunny smile and called back. "Love you too baby. Have fun!" As they made their way out of the club and into the alley.

They were there for less than a minute before Ichigo heard the other woman's laughter.