Well, this one's short, but eh, whatever. I go wherever inspiration takes me. The events in Final Ecstasy were referenced in DDR, so here is some elaboration.
(I do not own Bleach. If I did, these stories would be part of it.)
"You promised to show me what that thing does while your family is gone." Rukia said this in a very commanding voice, crossing her arms as she spoke.
"And...?" The teenaged boy sounded bored as he looked up from the homework on his desk.
"They're gone now." She had been on his right side, but she now crossed over to his left and sat down on the bed.
"I didn't mean 'the very next time'..." Ichigo was getting a bit irritated now. Poor guy knew that he couldn't win and was only prolonging the inevitable.
"It's not like you can show me anytime we want. Unless you want me to leave your room and introduce myself to your family..." The sentence started out in a sheepish tone, but quickly sounded sly and a touch diabolical.
"First of all, I told you, it's called a computer." He had given up and admitted defeat, leading her into the main part of the house where the computer dwelled.
"I think Squad 12 has a bunch of those." The Kuchki thought, recalling the times she had been permitted to go inside their barracks, once with Byakuya, and once with Kaien.
"The thing we use to control it is a mouse. You move it around and that little thing on the screen follows it." Ichigo's tone of voice was once again bored, as he explained such an obvious thing to the Soul Reaper. Rukia instantly sat down and poked the mouse, astounded at how the arrow moved as well. And it wasn't long before she discovered clicking.
"Oooh, what's this?" She asked, clicking to a rhythm, much to Ichigo's annoyance.
"Uh, do that to one of those little pictures on the screen." The young man instructed, assuming the best way was to simply show her.
"Ah, it changed!" She seemed equally startled and amused as she studied the new contents of the screen.
"You brought up the internet. It's uh... like a library. It gives you a bunch of information. But not all of it is true." Getting someone to understand the internet is not something Ichigo expected to have to accomplish in his lifetime, but he was certainly going to try anyways.
"How do you tell what's true and what isn't?" This was a very good question-one he didn't have a very good answer to.
"Well, I guess you just have to learn what websites you can trust." The male teen scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
"Websites? Like a spider web?"
"No, not like a spider web... Geez, next am I going to have to tell you where babies come from?" He asked rhetorically out of pure frustration at Rukia's innocent idiocy.
"I know where babies come from, stupid." She glared at him menacingly with an anger mark on her forehead.
"With the internet, you can also do things like read manga." Ichigo leaned down and entered 'Sakurasui Shojo', one of her favorites, into the search bar.
"Wah!" The shorter Soul Reaper smiled as he showed her that she could read manga like this.
A few minutes later, the phone rang, and Ichigo went to answer it. It was Keigo, who wanted help with the homework. After at least a half hour, his friend finally understood. But when he came back...
"What the hell!?" The dandelion head panicked when he saw what was on the screen. Drawings of naked women and men, having sex.
"I'm researching mating rituals of the World of the Living. Pictures seem like a good way to do so." She clicked to go to the next page, staring at it intently. Although she didn't look it, she was a little sad, for her own breasts couldn't compare at all to the drawn women on the screen.
"With Hentai?! Rukia, that's a horrible example! It's all fake! That's not what it's actually like!" Ichigo was somewhat frantic as he tried to deal with the situation. That was hard, however, as a lot of blood was being redirected...elsewhere.
"Oh, I didn't know you had personal experience with the subject." The girl teased.
"Well, I..." He really didn't want to tell her that he was a virgin. "It's none of your business." Ichigo said flatly, figuring that answer wouldn't satisfy her. Though, before she could say anything, the sounds of his family coming home reached their ears. "Quick, get back to my room!" The young male ordered, sitting down at the computer to try and get rid of everything before his family saw. Unfortunately, that plan failed.
"It's not what it looks like!" He yelled.
"Oh, really?" Karin stared through his soul.
"Wah! Ichigo's a pervert!" Yuzu was crying into her sister's shoulder.
"Now, now, it's perfectly healthy for a boy his age...exploring adulthood...only natural..." Mr. Kurosaki went on a rant which nobody listened to.
"There's no way I'm leaving her alone with the computer ever again."
Ichigo groaned at his thoughts, continuing to ignore his father.