The camera took in the huge room, while a little old lady sat in the huge space, being dwarfed by the size of the room. She stared at the camera, as if she were thinking something. "Your my grandson's fukutaicho... the one who convinced him to go to the academy?"

"Ahh... yes mam," Matsumoto's voice remained still. "I am finding out what people like about taicho, to cheer him up."

"My grandson is the light of my life. He always puts others before himself, though... I don't necessarily like it, when it causes him to become hurt for no good reason. I have never liked how he keeps things bottled up, and he never told me when he was lonely. Which is funny, because he cared so much, about leaving me alone. He needs to be reminded, I hurt, when I see him hurting himself." The woman simply sat there.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from the side, almost as if it had been contemplating something. "This is Toshiro-kun's grandma?"

"Ahh... yes, it is," Rangiku stated.

"She's so cute and adorable! It's no wonder Toshiro-kun is!" the teenager blurted out.

"Taicho wasn't born in soul society, Orihime," Matsumoto corrected, a slightly sad tone in her voice.

"Where did you here that?" the grandmother remained still, other then her mouth.

"From taicho, actually." Matsumoto wanted to avoid the subject.

"What do you think..." However, Orihime found herself interrupted.

"I don't think asking about taicho's romance prospects is polite in this situation," Rangiku iterated.

"I just don't want him to have a child out of wed lock, and to settle down with a nice girl, one that he likes a lot. Same with Hinamori. I don't want her with that Aizen person. Momo talks about him, in a way that makes him sound great, but when it is just Toshiro, his words tell me, that man is not a good person."

"Oh... he's dead, you don't have to worry about that," Orihime stated. "Kurosaki-kun killed him, thanks to Ichimaru Gin buying him some time."

"Ichimaru... Gin..." the woman paused, thinking for a bit.

"Something the matter?" Matsumoto asked.

"Nothing... I'll tell my grandson later. Both of those men... they are alive?" the woman asked.

"Yes, they are, thank fully. I don't know what I would do, if Gin wasn't," Rangiku's voice has a bit of joy in it.

"I see..." the woman seemed to be appraising the camera woman. However, after a couple of minutes, she spoke up. "So, my Shiro-chan has people that are enough of friends with him, that they call him by his first name? I am glad for that."