Kuro: Black

Black was the color of her robes as she floated down into his room. Her hair was hovering, ink black in the moonlight. Ichigo's first impression of Rukia was black. Everything seemed to be darkness, death about her. Yet it also lent her an air of dignity and refinement. The way she carried herself in that morbid color made it a demure, lady-like shade on her. Forever afterwards, he thought of her as elegant in black. There wasn't a woman who could hold a candle to her in that color or the night. It suited her, a shinigami, so perfectly.

A/N: Geasp! We have non Avatar, non Naruto fanfiction! Say it isn't so! It is though! We delve into Bleach now! Now you're wondering who I ship for Bleach. Um… will you kill me if I say I don't really have a set pairing? Odd, I know but it's true. I will admit I'm a fan of IchiRuki but I won't die if it doesn't happen. (Unlike SasuSaku from Naruto.) But for this series of drabbles, it'll be IchiRuki. So enjoy this exploration of color!