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Shinigami in Human World

Lesson 1: Is taking a shower that hard?

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She stood at the door with wide eyes, looking as if a monster will suddenly come in through the wall and swallow her. Putting her trademark confused face on, she kept gaping, not even thinking to move her feet from the spot.

Ichigo coughed and turned bright. "Are you going to stand there forever, idiot? Just hurry up and take a bath! It's not that I want to see…no…look at…arghh…just forget it! I mean, don't tell me that shinigamis don't have a bath."

Rukia ignored the last sentence and turned to look at the boy. "But there's no water. There's no bathing place, how can I take a bath?"

"That's why the shower's there!"

"And what in the hell is a shower!"

"What're you talking about? Stop saying stup…" he stopped, noticing the girl's face.

A long silence filled the air.

"Oi…Rukia…could you possibly haven't seen it before?" he asked carefully. A naïve nod followed his words.

Another silence.

Ichigo sighed. "Okay, okay, I know. Don't look at me like that. I'll show it for you."

So he stepped in the bathroom and stood beside the shower, to make sure that he won't get soaked. His eyebrows knitted even more when he began to explain how to turn on the shower, what's different between the red and blue tap, how to use the liquid soap and other things that would possibly destroy his house if he doesn't put it in the girl's mind.

"So do you understand now?" he finally stopped and asked.

Rukia nodded in a childish way. "I think so. But could you please do it first so I could take a look?"

"How in the hell could I do that!" Ichigo could feel his cheeks burning.

"I mean do it with your clothes on, pervert!"

"I don't want my clothes get soaked! Now just get in and take a bath!" the spiky teenage kicked the girl's butt.

"What's that for?" Rukia smacked her friend's head. "And I don't have a towel!"

"I'm going to borrow Yuzu's! Just wait here!" he dashed out the room, leaving a smoky track behind him. He tripped into a chair and fell successfully when his mind began to spoil his true stoic nature, the image of the naïve girl borrowing his towel. And that won't mean anything for the slow-in-those-things Rukia.

The raven-haired former shinigami shrugged as she heard a second crash. I don't understand why would he do it for me. Well, at least I don't need to steal it at my own self, she thought.

Meanwhile…

"But what for?" Yuzu lent her pink-flowery towel with a confused look.

"That…my towel…fell! It fell! I was careless and it fell and got soaked!"

"You're sometimes strange, nee-san," the light-haired girl chuckled.

And for the first time in his life, Ichigo thanked God for having such a slow little sister.

From the door case, Karin chuckled and went—her brain full with dirty thoughts of 'what happens with a grown-up teenage'. And maybe Ichigo could begin to think about his bad luck of having such a smart little sister after this.

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