White. Everywhere. It was all Ukitake Jyuushirou could see. Snow pelted the ground, coating everything in white; his long, white hair danced to a melody with his Captain's haori in the wind.
And then, from this pure white scene, came a raven-haired, unyielding, slender man. He walked towards Ukitake, his white scarf, kenseikens and haori the only pureness about him, and scowled at him.
For the 13th Division Captain, the expression that Kuchiki Byakuya forced upon him melted his very heart. It reassured him that this world isn't all lies, that when people were saying that Shinigami create a pure world they were wrong. It reminded him of Kaien's death, which he had been avoiding for all these years. And it hurt Ukitake. It hurt him a lot. He hurt him that the fact that when he's too surrounded by white, by pureness, he purposefully forgets the bad things in life, and forgets the good people that passed by his long years. He forgets his lessons (for you can always make a good lesson out of doing something bad).
So when the pessimistic, lonesome Kuchiki Byakuya walked into his life, Ukitake was glad.