AN: This is the 2015 edited version of this fic. Hope the little fixes here and there makes it a nicer read. Enjoy!


Colorful Kuchiki

Chapter 2: Kenseikan Makeover Part 1 – Sode no Shirayuki's Nightmare

Kuchiki Rukia had never been interested in the weather forecast. She was a Death God after all - it wasn't like she would die again just because of a little rain. But since she wrecked Byakuya's rainproof kenseikan, she had been a huge fan of the weather programs on Ichigo's television set. After all, a higher probability of precipitation meant a higher probability of Byakuya finding out about the missing kenseikan, and with it, a higher probability of Rukia losing her life. Yes, rain wouldn't kill her, but she wasn't so sure about a shower of senbonzakura petals…

Of course, Kurosaki Ichigo did not know about the little incident, so it was only logical for him to be inconsiderate of her plight, especially when she barged into his house, drew her zanpakutou, and pointed it at his neck to make him watch weather programs. It was beyond annoying listening to the same weather songs play continuously for twelve fucking hours. This made Ichigo ponder his options.

Option number one: tell Rukia she is an idiot

"Be quiet, Fool!" Rukia would scold while pressing her blade closer to his throat. He would gulp and be quiet, letting the weather songs continue playing.

Option number two: convince Rukia to watch Chappy the Rabbit

"You think I'm stupid? I'd watch it if I wanted to!" Rukia would snap at him before turning her head back to the TV screen. Completely ignored, Ichigo would let the weather songs play once more.

Option number three: turn off the TV

"HOW DARE YOU, ICHIGO!" Rukia would kill him.

Ichigo would then die and become a shinigami.

Wait, it wasn't like he hadn't been a shinigami before, so why not?

"Yeah, option number three rocks!" Ichigo exclaimed, only to find Rukia wasn't even there no more - on the TV screen was a long-term forecast predicting rain in three days.


Three days.

Damn, only three days to repair the kenseikan.

Rukia had no idea where to find the material needed to repair it. She needed something tube-like and stiff, but if it were that easy, she wouldn't have cut up the kenseikan to drink bubble tea in the first place. Racking her brain for a clue, Rukia rolled in her futon with such frustration she accidentally kicked her sword.

"Oh yeah! Sode no Shirayuki!" Rukia said to her zanpakutou. If only the sword had wheels, it would've driven itself out of Seireitei in seconds.


"Tsugi no mai, Hakuren!" Rukia blasted another mass of white ice at the destroyed kenseikan in hopes of making the tube she had damaged. Sode no Shirayuki was in the verge of tears upon seeing her extremely poor sense of art.

Yeah, it was already her thousandth try, yet the ice still looked nothing like a tube.

The poor zanpakutou could remember the first attempt looking like a blob of bubblegum plastered on the sidewalks of Ichigo's world. Rukia somehow managed to spread the ice in such a random shape that this was the only possible description of its appearance. It was then that she decided to thin the ice a bit, but the second attempt looked no better, resembling bird droppings. Consequently, she continued firing her shikai. There was, perhaps, slight improvement. At least the thousandth attempt was sort of long and slender...just the wrong shape, that of a triangular prism.

So, Rukia stared at the kenseikan, two undamaged tubes stuck to a triangular prism of ice. She was completely unaware her room had turned into a freezer, icicles forming on the ceiling and sheets of ice covering the four walls.

"I guess that isn't how to do it, huh?" Rukia said to nobody in particular. Sode no Shirayuki breathed, metaphorically, a sigh of relief when she lowered the sword to think over a solution.

Then, all of a sudden, she remembered dragging Ichigo to one of those ice carnivals. How did they make those sculptures again?

"Oh yeah! I should carve the ice!" Rukia yelled, causing her sword to inwardly shudder, "Let's get to work, Sode no Shirayuki!"

The zanpakutou so wished to grow legs and run the hell out of there.


Cold water sloshed on Rukia's face to wake her up. She was rather confused to see her room flooded, but when she recalled how she had fallen asleep after sculpting an octagonal prism, the closest she managed to get to a circular tube, she leapt up and started looking for the kenseikan.

It has to be here, it has to be here! Rukia's mind repeated those words while she stomped around her room. The water level was rising swiftly as more ice melted with the rising temperature. She finally felt something soft under her bare feet, causing her to feel an intense, sick feeling in her stomach. Please don't tell me…please don't tell me...please don't tell me that...

She looked down to see the remaining two tubes of the kenseikan below her left foot, the octagonal prism of ice complete melted.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


Byakuya narrowed his gaze at the rice when he heard his sister's scream. His ears twitched to the agonizing sound.

"That is so Inuyasha…" a servant whispered.

Byakuya's ears twitched again.