Hey everyone! I wrote this for the IchiRuki SG on MF and I've decided to make it part of like a series of fics. One fic for each of the four seasons. This one is for Spring, though it's not very Spring-ish. I think the only thing that's Spring-ish is the fact that it has sakura blossoms. Well I hope you guys enjoy reading it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach in any way, form, or shape. Kubo Tite has full ownership of the series.

Dedicated to Zane
For challenging me by writing his own fanfic and finishing it before I did!
But - I finally finished this and it so owns his XD

Pink petals floated through the air, dancing a gentle dance with the wind that captivated her so. Her hands reached for a single petal that floated into her room. It was soft as silk in her palm, fragile in its beauty. A slightly sweet fragrance filled her room as more petals drifted through the open door. She smiled at the memories the smell brought back. She held the small petal to her cheek, cherishing the feel of if against her skin. Lightly holding a small amount of petals in her open palms, she walked towards the garden. The wind teased her hair and the loose shinigami robes that she wore. Looking one last time at the perfect petals in her palms, she released them to the wind.

Taking a look back at the empty room, she walked towards the pond in the garden. Its pristine waters rippled upon the soft landing of each petal. Careful to keep her uniform dry, she sat on a small rock just at the edge of the pond. Her fingers slowly skimmed the surface of the water, ripples disturbing its once tranquil state. Deep blue eyes followed a single petal gently floating just a few inches from her fingers. She reached for it, the edge of her sleeve dipping into the water. Once the petal was in her grasp, she lifted the sleeve from the water and frowned when she saw how much of the material had gotten wet.

Deciding to ignore her dripping sleeve for now, she shifted her attention to the small petal in her hand. Its edges were slightly frayed and its color was very pale, to the point that one would think it was a white petal with pink smudges not the opposite. Yet as the raven haired shinigami stared at the imperfection of the petal a soft smile found its way onto her face. The frayed edges spoke of the ordeals it had gone through, something the others in their perfection would never understand and the pink tint spoke of its will to live, refusing to fade away despite everything that has happened. Perhaps she was looking far too much into a single petal. Maybe it was just that, a petal. She found that she didn't care much whether she was looking too much into it. She lowered it onto the surface of the water and let go.

Behind her, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed, but she kept her eyes on the calm pond. There was no need to turn around for her to see who it was. She let her fingers dip into the waters and watched the ripples that they caused.

"Oi, Rukia!"

"I can hear you just fine, you know. You don't have to shout."

"I'll shout as much as I want."

"We'll be late."

"'Cause you took forever!"

"Fool! I was only waiting for you!"

The two walked together, words clashing in a verbal fight. One that neither would win nor lose, but both didn't really care. She looked back, eyes falling on the blossom still floating on the pond. In its imperfection it was actually perfect. He called her again and she walked just a little faster to catch up, a smile working its way on her face. Perfection, after all, is in all the little imperfections.

Thanks for reading! The next season that I'll write a fanfic for, hopefully, is Summer. If I don't lose interest, expect an update when summer rolls around.

So how did you guys like it? Hate it, loved it, liked it, etc?
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Each review is greatly appreciated.

-Vampy-