Being Human

A Vampire a Werewolf and a Ghost all share a house in Bristol.

Based on the BBC's comedy drama titled "Being Human" but really a stand alone thing.

For the purpose of this story, please forget everything you know about the characters' respective histories and backgrounds, 'cause they're all different. It's AU, obviously.

And if you watched Being Human, please message me! I loved it so much ha-ha

Standard dislaimer applies!

Loud footsteps thudded down the wooden stairs. "Who left their bloody tea in the bathroom?!" A dark haired young man accused his housemates. "I could've burned myself!"

"Calm down." A petite dark haired girl sighed, breezing past him and into the kitchen. "Anybody want some tea?"

"And always with the bloody tea!" Ishida threw his hands up into the air and glared at the girl's back. "You make so much tea and never drink any of it!"

"It's my routine." She reasoned. "I used to make tea for my brother, so not making it seems... lazy."

"But... you... don't... drink it!"

Rukia turned and placed the cup in his hand. "But you do."

"That's not the point!" Ishida grunted. "You make too much tea for me to drink, and then when I want tea, I can't make it caused you've used all the bloody teabags!"

"You could reuse them."

"That's disgusting! Who would reuse teabags?!"

"Oi!" a hand pushed into Ishida's back, causing him to drop the cup of tea and glare accusingly at his attacker.

"Oh that's brilliant. One less cup to make my own tea in. Fabulous." Ishida muttered, his voice heavy with thinly disguised sarcasm. "Why do I bother?"

Ichigo scowled. "What's wrong with reusing teabags? I do."

"My point exactly." Ishida muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Who'd want to develop the habits of a cretin with ridiculous hair."

Rukia smirked and jumped down. Ichigo turned to her with his eyebrows furrowed. "Where're you going, midget?"

Rukia glared at him. "If I could hit you..." She aimed a kick to prove her point, but her foot passed through his body with just the sensation of ice to let him know she was there. "I would so kick your ass."

"Keep dreaming." Ichigo scoffed. "Even when I'm in spirit form you wouldn't be able to hit me."

"Want a bet?"

"Bring it." Ichigo grinned, but as she brought out her red glove, his eyes widened. "Hey... I didn't mean now!"

"I did!"

"But I've got work!"

"Whine to somebody who cares, bastard!"

Ichigo set off at a run, but as he wheeled around the doorframe, the petite spirit stepped through the wall with a satisfied smirk, reaching out and grabbing hold of his hair, pulling his soul from his body and kicking him squarely in the jaw.

"Ok." She smirked. "You can go to work now." She picked up the plastic bag from inside the kitchen bin and began to tie it, as Ishida watched her.

"How come you can touch inanimate objects now then? This past week you've been doing loads but the week before you couldn't touch anything."

Rukia looked up. "I think it's being around you; the combined power of you two probably makes me stronger."

She grinned. "I can make tea!"

Ishida winced, pushing his glasses up his nose. "If I had to sacrifice my powers to stop you messing around then it would be a small price to pay for the chance to make my own tea."

"Oh you." Rukia teased, taking the bin bag outside as Ichigo stood up, body and spirit now united.

"I hate that bitch." Ichigo growled. "Out of all the houses in the country, how did we end up renting the one with a nasty ghost bitch?"

Ishida turned and sighed. "I suppose you could call it fate. A Vampire and a Werewolf move into a house in Bristol... of course they'll end up with a ghost. Bad things come in threes."

"Isn't that good things?"

"I think it's probably both."

"Whatever. Help me steal that bloody glove off of her."

Ishida looked out of the window at the small dark girl lifting the lid of the wheelie bin. "At least you know you still have a soul."

His orange haired friend looked up. "You want her to try it on you?"

"No." Ishida sighed. "I'd rather not know... in case I don't."

"If I do then the odds are..."

"You won't believe what just happened!" Rukia said, running through the door, causing Ichigo to jump backwards and fall over one of the chairs.

"ARGH!"

Ishida moved to help him up but Rukia batted at his hand, causing him to rub his hands together at the chill. "He'll be fine. Guess what?"

"Teapot." Ichigo muttered.

Rukia glared. "Don't be childish."

"Says the midget."

"As the dustbin lorry went past one of the dustbin men called me a slag!" She grinned triumphantly as the two males exchanged one long glance.

"Rukia..." Ishida started as though talking to a child. "... That's not a good-..."

"How long ago did you die, idiot? You're pleased that someone called you a slag?" He looked her up and down. "You really shouldn't go out in shorts and sports bra at this time of year, even if you're wearing a dressing gown."

Rukia frowned at the two of them. "Are you absolutely thick?" She said, with a knowing glint in her violet eyes. "The point is that he saw me!"

"...OH!" Ichigo gasped, and Ishida rolled his eyes. "Then that is good!"

"I know!" Rukia grinned. "I wonder if that means everyone can see me now. Maybe I'll be able to touch people soon..."

Ishida frowned, realising where this was going. "No."

"No what?"

"You will not show yourself to Kaien or your family."

Rukia glared at him. "Why not?"

"Because you died, Rukia. You can't do that to them."

"Why not?"

"Because they need to move on." Ishida said flatly, and Ichigo nodded.

"He's right. It may seem horrible for you but they're alive, so it's better to let them live."

Rukia stepped back. "But... I can't move on! Why should they? That's not... not fair is it? That's really... really... cruel."

"...I know."

"I was engaged." She continued. "I never even got to be married."

"I know."

"We were moving in together!"

Ichigo stood up. "I do have to go to work... but we'll talk about this when I get back okay?" He sighed and looked to Ishida. "Come on."

"Yeah." Ishida said, following Ichigo out of the house as Rukia fell to her knees beside the sofa.

The two men stepped out and locked the front door. Ichigo pocketed the keys and breathed out heavily. "A Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost all share a house in Bristol..." He laughed. "And the Vampire and the Werewolf work at a hospital."

Ishida smirked. "Crazy right?"

"Insane." Ichigo agreed. "You coming out for a drink tonight?"

Ishida glanced at Ichigo pointedly. "Isn't it a full moon tonight?"

Ichigo's face darkened. "... Oh yeah."

"I'll see you in the morning though." Ishida said.

Ichigo nodded. "I shouldn't have promised Rukia that we'd talk when I get back..."

"I think she realised." Ishida sighed. "Even without your furry little problem you're hardly the most sensitive young man."

"And you are? Dirty bloodsucker."

"Hmm." Ishida sighed. "It's hard for me too."

Ichigo nodded. "We won't hurt anyone." He said. "As long as we're careful."

"We're only human." Ishida said, as they reached the hospital door. Ichigo turned to him and smirked, backing away down a corridor as Ishida turned to head down the opposite way.

Above the early morning bustle of reception, Ishida heard Ichigo's shouted reply.

"You sure about that?"

Ishida walked towards the A&E department, ignoring his aching throat with a will of iron.

Ichigo patrolled paediatrics, mind lost as he contemplated the safest place to lock himself up tonight.

Rukia sat in the lounge, desperately looking out of the window, thinking of the day she died.

If only it was easier.

If only we were just human.

Not too far away, a girl was stood beneath a tree, looking at the memorial plate.

"Gone but not forgotten?" She scoffed, kicking the tree. "Who's gone damn it? I'm right here!"

"Orihime."

The girl turned and glared at the man beside her. "I..."

"You're not supposed to be here, what if someone saw you?"

"I..."

"You're being awfully mutinous. I know it's hard but at the rate you're goin I'll be forced to consider you a liability."

"Sorry." Orihime bowed her head. "But my friends..."

"Are no longer your concern. You're part of this clan now."

"...I know."

The man sighed. "If you want to have your revenge I won't stop you, but don't endanger us."

Orihime looked up. "You mean..."

"Have your fun. After all, you resent him for doing this to you right?"

"Of course."

"Taking you away from those you loved..."

"Yes."

"Persuade him to rejoin us, and if he refuses, do what you want."

Orihime smiled, and it was beautiful, even her companion had to blink. But her eyes, once so full of wonder and warmth, were now hard and cold. "Thank you."

Her sharp teeth glittered in the sunlight.

The prologue to what will be a multi chaptered story =D

My FMA fic is on hiatus due to writers block but will be resumed this summer as I hate having unfinished stories.

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