Disclaimer: I have no interest in profiting in anyway for this piece of fiction. The original creator of Bleach is Kubo Tite.
A dying boy made one final wish. Just a few days before Christmas, the night was full of dark clouds and a space had just opened up between them to highlight the bright full moon. Darkness had always been a strange companion to the pale boy who shivered beneath a blanket. The wheel chair he sat on was set in a perfect square of rock, allowing for the cold touch of falling snow to gently land on one bare cheek. Bright eyes had long since dulled over the course of a terrible illness that struck from nowhere. Slowly, it had begun to sap the life from the child long before his due time. There was nothing to do for the young child other to make him comfortable until his final moments.
The child was five that day.
When asked for what he wanted he has whispered a desire to feel the snow on his skin. To feel the cold touch of winter and to see the moon unhindered by glass or curtain. Almost as if to answer the child's innocent wish, the very heavens had given him exactly what he asked for.
Appropriate once might say for in the hour since he had been brought outside the child's birthing has slowed. In the shadowed eves of a plum tree, the child's guardians waited.
All for one evening. To make the child who had only know a few short years smile as he had not done since he was a toddler. All on the eve of his fifth birthday, the child had desired to feel the cold touch of winter on his skin. A tough long forbidden by the dry heat of a hospital and the scent of a sterile environment.
It was the last thing he knew as his final breath whispered out of his chest and a smile was the final thank you he could give them.
A simple birthday wish that gave him something more to dream about then anything else.
He had always been fond of winter.
Perhaps that was why he was able to do what he did in his next life:
It's Captain Hitsugaya.
Perhaps he over achieved just a tad bit…