"Minor explanation of bathrooms, new types of medicines and soaps, bedrooms, and more differences between 1582 and 2017. Figures. I understand bras and... underwear now. Men are more perverted in the 21st Century, than in the 16th. Plumbing is some 'new' tech I don't quite understand. That, and clocks- Maybe Yuki could explain it again. Also- what the hell is 'Memory Foam'...?" -Oda Nobunaga

Chapter 1- Bedtime

After about two hours into the evening, Sasuke had left. According to the 'blinking number thing,' as Nobunaga called the clock, it was 23:39 (11:29 PM). He wasn't completely sure what that meant. Time to him wasn't really a number. To him, it was whenever the sun set or rose, like; dawn, dusk, noon, etc. And, time, as it months or days, was when the cherry blossoms bloomed, when it started to grow cold and stormy. This- this was something he was not as completely certain with.

There were so many things that the Samurai was surprised by, even the small things held his attention. Both Sasuke and Yuki tried to explain what a clock was and how it worked. He thinks he understands. Maybe. He can understand AM and PM. It made more sense. He'd supposed, however, that he would slowly understand how it worked. Eventually.

"Nobunaga? You alright? You've been staring at the stove clock for a good two minutes." He was snapped from his thoughts by Yuki's soft voice. She was drying her hands from washing the dishes, as they had finished their tea and snacks when Sasuke left.

"I'm fine, Yuki." He said simply, finally removing his gaze from the ever odd stove clock. It blinked these odd shapes in this green light, it was alluring to him. This was an invention that he couldn't keep his gaze from. He wanted to figure it out, understand it, and hopefully, one day, understand how to read it. Such a curious creation, truly.

"Why don't we head upstairs. I could use a bath and some sleep. And, so could you." When she finished, she set down the towel and guided him out of the room. With a click, the lights were off in the room, leaving the light of the clock as the brightest thing there.

She had guided him into the hall, and right up the stairs. Though the darkness, she walked right up without an issue. He was surprised, however, by the time had watched her disappear into the darkness. It seemed she had turned on the light in that second floor hallway, that made all the difference, it was now bright, enough to see the various doors and rooms.

There were five rooms, two at the left, two at the right, and a single one at the end of the hall. It was called the 'master bedroom', apparently. It would be a goal, likely tomorrow, to completely explore the house. One that seemed smaller than his castle, but still equally endearing to explore.

"This is my room." She spoke up, once more, as she hadn't spoken since the kitchen. And, when she walked into the dark master bedroom, she disappeared for a moment, only to reappear with the light now in the room. "My parents had gotten this for me, the house, I mean. I think I've taken good care of ?" The way she smiled at him, with such a beaming look, made his heart pound.

"Indeed. Impressive of my little chatelaine." He teased, nodding his head as he looked around the room. Such odd items! What is that large wooden box covered in cloth and fluffy fabric? Odd. He was a little confused by all of this. And, he was sure he would ask about it all tomorrow.

"This will be where you'll be staying. If that's alright…?" Nobunaga chuckled at her weakly embarrassed tone, her cheeks tinging a soft red.

"That's fine with me."

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up when he agreed, it was such a happy feeling for her. He could tell.

"You seemed glad that I said it was fine." His teasing voice escaped his lips, a grin taking over his smile.

"Shush!" The blush told him that he was right on the matter. "Anyway- We'll be sleeping here. It's not the same as what you're used to…" She gesticulated towards the 'wood and fluff' he was eyeing earlier. "And, the bathroom is there." She made a movement of her left hand towards the bathroom.

"Oh?" He has not much of an idea what she meant by 'bathroom', he was sure it is far from what he understands is a bathroom. He knew of hot springs, or taking a 'bath' of colder water in a tub, rarely- As well as the addition of a place to defecate or urinate, if one must. But, he slightly feared the changes the 500 year difference would apply to it.

"For the most part," Yuki started, noticing the small cocking of his brow, "It has the same general style of what you're used to. The same- effect, for the most part… Well- I can show you instead." She ushered him forward with her hand, wishing him to follow her.

Nobunaga padded after her across the wooden floor, his eyes still curiously eyeing things in the room. It was such a curious difference from then and now. But- what he was curious about, too, was what she was trying to explain as the bathroom. The door on the far right wall lead to a separate room, one that was dark. Like every other room he had experienced. It seems there was another 'switch' of sorts, which she flipped that instant.

The walls of the other room were wooden. It did have things similar, but equally different. A large rectangular tub was off to the side, next to the wall. The floor was 'tiled'? It was smooth, yet well enough to had traction. One wouldn't slip if it was wet. A metal piece was at the wall, about 7 feet up. Yuki explained it as a shower, water comes down from it. There were small things on the ground called drains, made it so the whole bathroom didn't drown in water it seemed, he understood that notion.

A small light next to the shower glowed brightly, in a whitish glow, which made things easier to see, as well as one on the right side of the room, on a wall with- mirrors? He was told it was a more American creation, another word he didn't know. What the hell is 'American'? He frowned, but nodded anyway, listening to what she had to say. A wooden sliding door was at his left, maybe four feet away. He was told the toilet was there. She explained a simplistic version of plumbing, getting another gawking look but he just nodded. It was different, he understood. It was fancy, he'll say that.

"I'm sure it's different, to the point of discomfort. But, it will take time. I understand. So, we can focus on that more later." She gave him the softest smile, now stepping into the bathroom further. She had gone to the large rectangular tub, turning on the water to a steaming temperature, said wet air raising and floating up. "You brought your sleeping robe, yes?" Her voice called over the loud splashing of the water filling the tub.

"Mm." There was the softest of sounds from his throat, he watching her with curious eyes. He knew not of what she was doing, completely, but for some reason, there was a familiarity to it. He watched her stand to her feet, she drying her hands off from testing the temperature. "I did." His voice called back, he shifting his bare feet on the floor. It was then that he was finally feeling the weight of his armor.

"Alright, go get it, I'll grab my sleep wear." She said softly, now moving towards the door, stepping besides him. Her eyes glances towards the tub once more, nodding to herself before shooing him on once more. "Go grab it. We'll need it. And, get your armor off, too." He agreed with her with a nod, knowing they indeed needed to.

"I get it, I get it. You are ever hasty, woman." Nobunaga huffed teasingly, a grin at his lips as he followed after her. His hands moved towards his chest plate, untying the strings holding it to his body. He removed it, then the protective skirt and shoulder padding. Such an intricate set.

As he stripped off the main armor, his eyes followed her as she walked to the drawers at the left wall, opening them and pulling a few things out. Clothing that made some sense, what looked like a short, kimono (shirt) and a separated hakama skirt (pants). But, switching to another drawer, she grabbed items that made him curious. What are they? He walked over to her, having set the pieces of the armor on the bed.

"What are these?" He questioned, plucking up the small clothes from the pile in her hands. It looked similar enough in design to a loin-cloth. But, that was all his brain saw similar in it. It was lacy- Lace was a rare thing in Japan, the Dutch brought it over a lot. The black lace made him cock a brow as he played with it a little, eyeing it curiously. He was in an underlayer for his armor, similar to modern days leggings and a long sleeve.

"H-hey-!" Yuki was a little surprised to have the samurai lord grabbing her underwear. In 16th Century Japan, modern underwear didn't exist- Obviously. Men wore a loincloth style garb, and women didn't usually wear anything. There was the smallest grin now on the lord's face, seeing was she flustered trying to grab it from him. He enjoyed playing with her, but he succumbed with a grin, giving it back.

"Never told me what it is, Yuki." He hummed with a small, smug look. His feet shifted a little as he glanced down to her, loving the warm blush on her cheeks. He couldn't help himself from brushing his right index finger on her toasty skin.

"Underwear." She spoke quickly, flustered. It was a bit of an embarrassment to have him see them. Yes, she had sex with him before, and that was different-! Any man seeing her underwear, even a more or less oblivious one like him, is embarrassing. "It's-" She wasn't too sure how to explain it to him. There was much that was the same, in that time. "Clothes."

"And these?" He grabbed the similar piece from her arms, this one far different in shape but similar in materials. "Might might these be for?" In Japan, women do wear bras, but in a more traditional sense, say- wearing a kimono, yukata, hakama- one would not wear one. He wasn't stupid, that much was certain, he could put two and two together. It did seem the first was for the waist, and the second for her chest. Well, he assumed.

"It's a-" Yuki was standing on her tiptoes, trying to grab the clothes from him "It's called a bra- Now, give it back." The knowing look on his face made her frown. "It was invented about 120 years ago to replace a European invention. It's for women to keep their breasts- situated."

"Interesting- it's very-" Nobunaga pondered his words, thinking about what she explained. "Flashy." The soft chuckle emitting from his throat was sort, punctuated even. "No need to have it, you look better without it." However, he tossed them back to her. She still looked to him flustered, unable to deal with the silver tongue of The Devil's Hand.

"Pervert." She huffed back, though he grinned at her, enjoying her embarrassment. It was always a treat. "Either way, your armor-" He still had some of it on. "Do you want me to help with what's left?"

"Well, since you offered, my love, please." There was still a grin at his lips, her embarrassment and her care always brought a smile to his face. Such a naïve thing. He watched her set her clothes gingerly to the dresser top, and move her hands to his arm. She carefully removed the set of arm guards on his right arm, then his left, she setting them on the dresser as well.

"We'll need to find somewhere to keep this, we didn't bring your armor rack with us." Her voice mused as she worked towards helping him. She shifted to her knees before him, now removing the leftover padding on his legs. "I might be able to find a rack or a mannequin-" She muttered, standing back to her feet. "Well, to be honest- you owning a perfect, well-kept Sengoku Era Samurai Armor, especially the Great Oda Nobunaga, could be sold for millions, likely."

"We're NOT selling my armor." Nobunaga said firmly, watching her stand before him. His hands gingerly cup her cheeks, bringing her close to him. "I'd rather keep it. Or- at least, give it to you. We own it."

"I got it. I got it." Yuki muttered back with a chuckle. "You flirt." She made a soft huff, embarrassed with his smooth words. "Now, do hurry up." She set her hands to his at her cheeks, carefully removing them. "You need to get the last of your armor off." She made the smallest motion with her head, indicating the last layer of his clothing. Stepping away, she grabbed her own clothes and motioned for him to follow after her.

"I'm getting it off, woman. Hasty-" He muttered under his breath, pulling the shirt part of his underlayer off, and over his head. His rusty eyes watched her, he cocking his head to the side as he watched her with her clothes. She set her new clothes, including the 'underwear' and 'bra' to the counter, before taking off her clothes. They were odd- honestly. She had started unbuttoning the white button-up shirt, soon taking it from her shoulders.

"Oh- I get it." The samurai lord muttered, seeing as she now had the skirt and a bra on. It seemed she had one with her in the past, too, but she didn't wear it often- not that he can remember. It was usually just the kimono that she wore, not that he argued with that. He supposed, however, that, like she had, he would have to get used to this new time.

"Heh- Alright." She commented back with a sheepish look, removing her skirt seamlessly. It didn't seem are hard as the shirt. She tossed her clothes to a bin in the room, he cocking a brow at her actions. Do you put clothes you've worn there? "Go ahead and put what's left in the basket, alright. I'll be washing it later." She gave him a small smile, moving her hands behind her back and unclasping the bra, oh- He understands now.

"Of course." He huffed back, not understanding the heat at his face as he removed the last of his clothes- "What about this?" He was untying his loin-cloth. She, however, was already nude, putting the leftover under layers in the basket. Darn her- He bit back a blush at his cheeks, taking an inhale to soothe his nerves.

"Oh. Fair point- I can wash it for you in the morning?" She offered, and he nodded his head. She was a little flustered, but not as much as him- they've seen each other naked before, had sex- but something about this was different. He had, too, taken it off, his loin-cloth, tossing it into the basket. "Okay- we're going to wash off before we get in the tub, okay- We're both dirty. Now we can get clean."

"Fair point." He wouldn't deny that he was a gross person- meaning, he wasn't as 'sterile' and 'clean' as people are now. There are times when he can't take a bath- like on the battlefield. Times when he has blood caked onto his skin.

"Come." She had walked over to the tile besides the tub, turning on a faucet. "This is a shower, we had something partially similar in your time, but- This is far more efficient. Feel-" She put her hand under the water, he did too- It was hot. Impressive. The slight raising of his brows and widening of his eyes made her smile. "C'mon." She nudged him under the water, wanting him to get rinsed. She joined him, anything to get him to cooperate smoothly. The Lord of Hell sometimes puts up a fight. "First, we're going to rinse off, okay?" She leaned over, making sure to turn off the tub's water.

"Fine, fine." Though he sounded complacent, he was anything but. There was a gut feeling- actually, he was going to enjoy himself. She stood a little at her tiptoes, making sure to brush her fingers through his hair as the water rained down upon it. It was rare to have hot water in such a way. This is an invention on his favorites list.

His hair felt heavy, the more and more the water fell, it weighing it down and sticking it to his forehead. An odd feeling. What was nicer though, was to see Yuki- She seem to put care into helping him, but firm dedication. This is why he chose to stay with her, his little Fireball. She seemed to be muttering to herself as she eased herself back to her feet, the water, too, drenching her hair and body.

"I'm going to wash your hair." She said suddenly, making him mutter a, 'what?' in response. Before he really had a chance to question it, the water to the shower was off and she had moved a stool over with her foot. Or, what he assumed was a stool. It was around 20 centimeters tall, wood. "Sit." Once he did, she went to grab a few bottles from a shelf not two feet from them.

"What's that?"

"Shampoo." The first bottle she had, and when she set the others down, it was the one she held. He had no idea what it was, but when she said the name, he nodded his head. It sounded Chinese. "It was created in Europe, about 90 years ago. It's to help strip harmful oils from your hair, removed dirt and such, and strengthen it." Her explaining it surely helped him. "It's a type of soap, so to speak." Soap, that was a word he recognized.

"Ah. I understood some of that." He laughed lightly, feeling her tilt his head back a little as she sat behind him, it seems on another stool. She had more than one? Convenient. She laughed softly as well, rolling her eyes as she put some of the 'shampoo' on her hand.

"Be careful, you don't want this to get into your eyes. So, I'd recommend closing them-" She muttered to him, gingerly setting her fingers to his head. Something about the movement of her fingers coaxed a sound from his throat. The soft scraping of her nails across his scalp, the feeling of this odd soap. It was bubbly? Yes. It felt like bubbles.

"Kimochiina~" He muttered to her, causing her to giggle. "What?" He questioned, remembering not to open his eyes. "It feels good."

"Nothing. It's just cute." Yuki hummed in response, continuing her work on his hair. For another minute or two, she massaged his scalp, tending to his hair. They certainly didn't have shampoo, then- and not something that took care of their hair like this. It was left to the person and their own devices, old ideas basically. "Keep your eyes closed, I'm going rinse your hair." She stood to her feet, or, that was how it sounded- then, grabbing that round 'shower' piece that allowed the water in the first place, to rain down.

He was slightly startled, but calmed himself, as water hit his forehead and head, washing away the soap. Her fingers had continued their work, playing and separating the now clean hair to get the last of the soap from him hair. The water soon turned off, he watching her- having opened his eyes- set the nozzle to the wall.

"Now, what's that?" Nobunaga asked, seemingly like a child, curious by everything.

"Conditioner. It was created before Shampoo actually- In France. To make hair softer-" She explained, coaxing a nod from him. "You wouldn't want this in your eyes either- So, close them." She said commandly, but with a gentle smile. With a roll of his eyes, he did. Ah- back to that massage to his scalp, he loved it.

"I'm going to wash my hair. Let the conditioner rest in your hair for a few minutes, okay?" Yuki hummed, taking her hands from his hair and rinsing them.

"Sure." he said simply, opening his eyes and watching her as she washed her hair. She seemed far more smooth than he was, or would be, without opening her eyes she had cleaned it with shampoo, rinsed it, and put conditioner to her hair. It took three minutes or so, if he understood time properly, because her hair was far longer than his.

"Alright, while I let my hair sit, I'll rinse yours." She turned the water back on, bringing a refreshing warmth to his skin once more. It was such a nice feeling, the heat of the water soothed his muscles, it was such a nice feeling. Given a few minutes, they had both washed their hair, and she helped him clean up a bit with some soap. "Let's just relax now." She hummed.

"Let's." The big grin on his face was humorous, his ever flirtatious nature was evident. He stood from the stool, quickly sitting down in the tub of hot water. A groan left his lips, happy to finally relax in the soothing water. It helped his body, which seemingly was sore- his joints, his muscles- maybe from the journey, maybe from the war he fought before being here. "Come." He called, resting his back against the wall of the tub, he holding his arms open to her.

"Coming, coming." With a roll of her eyes, she joined him, stepping into the tub with him. She eased into his arms, the affectionate Samurai lord pressing a kiss to her head. From the beginning, he has been sexual and affectionate, what had started as a ploy for her body became them falling in love with one another. It was rather ironic, honestly- but, not that they minded.

She just snuggled into his arms, closing her eyes and resting her head against his collarbone. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her closely to his body. The warmth of the water only soothed their fatigued muscles further, living in the Sengoku only seemed to add to their bodies' ache.

The minutes of calmly resting in the tub ticked by, and soon enough, it had been thirty minutes, the heat of the water slowly cooled. It was relaxing enough to just rest together in the water, in silence, in the company of one another.

"Let's get dried off. Yeah?" She hummed softly, finally feeling the urge to leave the water. He gave a hum of agreement, a small, tired sound in reply. She stood to her feet, careful to keep from slipping as she walked over to the cabinet along the wall, she opening and grabbing two towels. "Here."

"Thanks." This seemed a little more straight forward to him, or, at least, it did seem that way. He watched her, seeing the way she had tended to herself. He copied her actings, drying his body of as well, tending to his hair quickly.

"Get your sleep robe on as well." She told him, pulling on her undergarments. He, too, pulling on his clothing. As she got dressed in some western-style sleep clothes, pants and a button-up, he got dressed, then staring awkwardly with the towel in his hands. What to do with it, what to do with it? He watched her hang up a towel, then followed over to do the same. It seemed that just copying her with what he was unsure with was the best guess.

"Now what?" Nobunaga asked, raising a brow as she moved to the sink, grabbing something from a glass sitting on the counter. A- brush? It was colorful, and on the end was a bunch of… hair? Fur? Bristles?

"Oh. Give me a second." She said softly, moving over to the cabinet in the bathroom, where she had gotten the towels. She had grabbed what looked like something similar to the small, colorful brush but it was covered. Is it a box-? She opened it with little effort and handed the contents to him. "It's called a toothbrush, to help you keep your teeth clean." He nodded slowly, he not fully understanding what she meant. She put the contents in another bucket, was it- trash?

"O-okay-?"

"Here."

After she handed him the toothbrush, she grabbed the tube that had been with hers, carefully putting some of the contents on it. It was apparently called toothpaste, they had a way of caring for their teeth back then, yes- but, not like this. This was… odd. But, through struggle, they had figured it out- or, more of, she helped him FINALLY understand what he was doing. And, then, it was off to bed.

"Alright. I already know beds like this aren't common in Japan- but, this is called a mattress. This design of it, though we had other simplistic versions, was created about 230 years ago…? I believe." She must look like an encyclopedia, being able to spew facts like this. Even though it was odd, she was just glad to help Nobunaga, in any way, understand the differences.

"You're very smart, Yuki." Nobunaga said offhandedly, it was- random, honestly. He is a blunt, silver-tongued person, normally- so, a comment like this wasn't odd, just unexpected. "In 'Sengoku', it's not common to come across intelligent women- Just thought I'd mention." He shrugged, but the sly grin and the blush on his cheeks only made him more obvious. The flirt.

"And, you're as straightforward as ever, Nobunaga. C'mon." She moved her hand, calling him to her. "Sit." He nodded, sitting down on the bed, however not without his brows furrowing. "What? What's wrong?" She had asked, sitting right after he did.

"It's- squishy." He grumbled, setting his hand down on the mattress as well. It was such an odd feeling, his hand just pressed right into it, sinking into the material.

"It's called memory foam. It's really recent, actually. It's a type of material- that basically, contorts to your body shape, to remove the stiffness of some mattresses, I suppose- It was originally for the space program, use it in the rockets for the pilots- but, the Americans started using it because- I swear, they are the laziest." She rolled her eyes, making him cock a brow.

"I understood half of that."

"Oh- I'm sorry." She made the softest of chuckles, smiling at him. "I'll explain some of that later, words you wouldn't know based upon the time, those are new words-" She leaned over, resting her hand upon his head and ruffling his hair. "Let's just go to bed, yeah?" She offered and he nodded, they both situating themselves. "Goodnight, Nobunaga."

"Goodnight, Yuki."