Warmth
Rukia Kuchiki, her precious companion, now she was no more. She was free from her entrapment. Se was free from any order that her wielder had asked of her to do. She was free to use her powers at her own expense. She was free from her. However, she felt colder than she used to be. She felt for alone, more of a monster that she was. She blamed Rukia for this feeling. She blamed Rukia for what she had done. She blamed Rukia for almost killing her, and bringing her back to the light.
Where is the light? Who is the light? She could never find an answer for these questions.
Sode no Shirayuki. The most beautiful sword in Seireitei. A pure white sword from the tip of the blade and down to the handle. There was no other Zanpakuto that were more beautiful than Sode no Shirayuki. Even when in her spirit form, she was beautiful amongst other. Her pure white flowing hair. Her icy blue eyes and the whiteness of her skin. Everything about her was beautiful. However, underneath the beauty, was the heart that had been frozen because of hatred.
"Why did you give your life up because of me?" The gentle tone was no other than Sode no Shirayuki. She had came back to the scene where Rukia was still lying there. Rukia was half conscious, but she couldn't find the strength to speak, let alone to move an inch of her muscle.
"Why?" Rukia could hear the sob within her Zanpakuto's voice, and not long after that she felt the cold droplet that had hit her cheek. It was then that she managed to answer, but it was too late. Sode no Shirayuki had vanished, only leaving Rukia's answer to hit the thin air.
"Because you are a part of, and losing you means losing my other half."