(This is supposed to be when Rukia was a little girl.)
It was a summer afternoon. The sun was high up in the sky, brightening the whole world around me. Its rays glistened as they touched the lightly-damp grass, which had become a bit wet from the dew.
I stood outside in the yard, picking flowers for my Nee-san. I wanted to pick the prettiest ones for her, though I knew nothing; not even a simple rose; could ever compare to her beauty.
Her name was Hisana. She was gifted with a name just as gorgeous as she herself was, and just saying it made me smile. She was a sweet girl. Her heart was soft and gentle like a lily, and her smile shone brightly, like the morning sun. She only wanted to make everyone happy, and she was very good at accomplishing such. I didn't know if there was an end to her kindness, but the one thing I did know was that I loved her with all my heart.
As I stood outside our house, I heard the soft noise of the door sliding open, and I turned my head to the right, just in time to see my sister step out. "There you are, Rukia!" She smiled at me the way she always did; a smile filled with love and happiness; a special smile, shown only to me.
And, as always, she was wearing her long, pink kimono; one with small, medium-pink flowers scattered across it, here and there. She looked beautiful in just about everything she wore, but for some reason, she loved this kimono the most.
My kimono wasn't as good as hers, but it still made me look like a cute little kid; I was one, after all. It was a light purple kimono, with large, dark flowers covering most of it. I loved it, actually, but only because it was a gift from Hisana.
"And what're you doing, outside by yourself?" She asked me sweetly.
I looked at her and smiled, showing her the handful of daffodils I held in both hands. "Picking flowers for you, Nee-san!" I told her. "Though, they're not as pretty as you are."
She laughed cutely and walked up to me, gently pulling me closer, into a hug. "That was so sweet of you to say, Rukia." She kissed my forehead, and let me go. "I don't think there's any other kid out there who's sweeter than you!"
I blushed at this comment, smiling almost nervously. I looked down slightly, away from her. I was embarrassed, for some reason; though no one else was around to hear what she'd said.
"Th-Thank you, Nee-san!" I mumbled.
She pat my head and said, "You're welcome." But then she crouched down in front of me, her hand still atop my head, and our eyes met. "But you don't have to be embarrassed about being called sweet," She told me. "Though that does add to your cuteness." She let out a giggle, and I had to laugh with her.
"Alright." I nodded. I then remembered the daffodils I had, and handed them to her. "Do you like them?" I smiled.
Still at eye-level, she took the flowers and nodded. She smelled them, then smiled back at me. "I love them." She said, her eyes closed. "But I don't love them as much as I love you, sweet Rukia!"
I felt my cheeks turn red again, and gave her the same embarrassed smile as before. "I love you too, Nee-san...very much!" I said, almost softly. "I love you more than the sun loves the day, and the moon loves the night. More than birds love to sing, and flowers love to grow. And way more than a rose loves to show off its beauty, because it's nothing, compared to you!!"
She opened her eyes and smiled at me brighter. "You really are the sweetest little girl in the world." She whispered, kissing my cheek. "And I love you just as much as you love me."
(End.)