"So, this is how you do it…" Rukia murmured, carefully shaking out soap flakes from the box. She had seen Yuzu do this a few times before, and Rukia reasoned that if an eleven year old child could utilize this machine to clean clothes, then a 150-year-old shinigami could, as well. Unfortunately, she had never watched exactly how many soap flakes Yuzu added to the laundry…so Rukia found herself guessing. There were a lot of dirty clothes, so therefore she must need a lot of soap.
Shaking the soap flakes loose, she watched with parted lips and shining eyes, admiring the way they resembled snowflakes, softly wafting to the ground. Snowflakes…like Sode no Shirayuki, scattering snow and ice. Turning everything clean, bright, and pure. Well, wasn't that the point of laundry? Rukia shook some more soap flakes.
By the time Ichigo found her, she was sitting on the counter opposite the washing machine, watching in bizarre delight as frothy, pure white foam bubbled and cascaded forth from it. "Look, Ichigo!" the petite shinigami cried in childish delight and amazement, "I made snow!"
Oh, Rukia. I do not see you being domestic in any way, shape or form. Anyway, I still don't own Bleach, or any related properties…I'm just utilizing Tite Kubo's characters for my own amusement.