AN: Ok, here's the next little drabble thingo that ties in with the previous chapter. Enjoy people. Again T rated…

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Prior Soul Society: Learning is Fun, The Answer (Part II)

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Ok, so the drawing method was not going to work. That was obvious. Even if his artistic talent was quite remarkable.

Ichigo scratched his head as he blocked out Rukia's incessant questions. So he couldn't just directly tell her, nor could he give her a visual. A thought occurred to him, but he immediately brushed it away, blushing.

That would be the last resort, he thought to himself.

What was certain was that he couldn't just leave Rukia with the definition, 'skinny balloon'. There were people that would take advantage of such a naïve girl, and he would not have that.

He would get Rukia to understand the correct definition, because she was his. No, she wasn't his, but more his than everyone else.

He shook his head, but it was hard to think with Rukia chatting in the background about how Ichigo should get her a condom to play with – if it was anything like a balloon, she was bound to have fun with it.

After two minutes of silent pondering (in his head) he finally found an alternative solution.

If drawing didn't work, he would use the approach many dads used on their daughters when they hit adolescence.

Books.

After telling Rukia to stay put, he searched through his dad's room to find the book he was going to give Karin and Yuzu. He just couldn't imagine his dad sitting the twins down and preaching to them about the birds and the bees.

Ugh. He didn't even want to think about that. Ah, there was the book. A pink cover amongst a pile of…he couldn't believe his dad actually read those kinds of perverted books. Karin and Yuzu better not find out, he thought.

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"Ichigo!"

He jerked his head up at the sound of Rukia's voice. Without looking down, he grabbed the book, and dashed back to his room.

"What?" he said, puffing.

"Hollow," she said, as she punched him into his soul form.

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The hollow had been a weak one; hardly worth the effort, and when they got home, they got back to the subject of condoms all too quickly.

But this time, Ichigo was armed.

He casually tossed her the book, and told her to have a read, not wondering why the book cover had changed from pink to orange.

He lay on his bed happily, thinking about all the awkwardness he had just avoided. One, he wouldn't have to explain to her ever again, and two, the book would probably scar her for life, and she wouldn't ask those stupid questions ever again.

Though, that orange colour did look suspiciously like one of his dad's more perverted graphic novels…

Shit.

He sat up abruptly, but it was too late. Rukia was already knocked out on the floor. He sat there, admiring her figure, tucking away that piece of knowledge in his head. So, girls really did get affected by those crazy perveted books. He had thought that maybe only guys...but no, here, right in front of him was a living, breathing, example. Even though she technically wasn't living, and wasn't breathing at the moment, either.

Five minutes later (when she came to), amidst the new bumps and bruises on his head, and the statement, 'Are you trying to kill me?', Ichigo had learnt something else – she did know what sex was. And now, she probably knew what oral and anal sex was as well, thanks to him. Well, it wasn't thanks to him at all, he thought. It was his dad's stupid books.

Well, the book was a failure. She would never trust anything that he gave her to read again. Not that he blamed her. Those novels…he admitted to himself that he had hoped to scar Rukia, but not this badly. He just wanted her to think about questions she was going to ask. Now, she probably wouldn't be able to get any sleep for the next three weeks. He had accidentally ventured in on his dad's collection a few years ago, and he had nightmares for a month. He would really need to talk to his dad about locking down that chest. If Yuzu or Karin were to read it…

Anyway, he had to focus on the problem at hand. If the book method didn't work, the drawing method didn't work – there was only one thing left. Practical application.

Ichigo checked his watch. Good, the chemist would still be open.

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AN: Ah, thanks for reading. Please review, cause this little saga in my series of one-shots are almost over. Till next time! Cya!