Author's notes: Again, thank you for your feedback. Have another funny. :D

Warnings: Nothing of note. If previous chapters haven't caused you to spontaneously contract diabetes, you're probably safe. :)

Frigid

Orihime was having about the most fun she had ever had.

Having spent the evening being led around by Uryu, first to the craft shop, then to a restaurant, and now for a walk along by the river, she was pleased to note that so far she had managed to refrain from making a complete idiot of herself, and her companion - no, date, she reminded herself - seemed to be enjoying her company as much as she was enjoying his.

After having rounded a corner and seeing the full moon hanging in the dusky pink evening sky, its image doubled by its reflection on the violet river, Orihime gasped in delight. "Ooh, it's so pretty!"

"Yeah," said Uryu, vaguely, and she turned her head to see that he was smiling self-consciously at her.

Suddenly, a small flash of white over his shoulder grabbed her attention, and she stared past him. "Is it... snowing?" she wondered, frowning as another white flake danced in the breeze behind Uryu's head.

He looked confused for a second, before his mouth set in a firm line and his glasses flashed. "It's July, it had better not be," he muttered, his eyes moving rapidly behind his glasses as he scanned the surrounding area, his gaze lingering on the trees on the other side of the river.

"It is," Orihime confirmed, as the flakes became gentle flurries and the flurries began swirling around them like a miniature tornado. How odd.

Uryu blinked. "Come on," he finally said, taking her hand and turning away from the river, not quite managing to disguise an eye-roll as he began briskly leading her away. "It's probably time I walked you home."

"What did you do?"

Rukia glanced up from her manga, her eyes widening as Ichigo stomped into his room, and gave him an expression which she hoped made her look the picture of innocence.

"I've been reading my tankobon," she said, airily.

"I meant yesterday evening," he clarified, raising an eyebrow.

Rukia stroked her imaginary beard. "Yesterday... yesterday..."

Ichigo's expression screamed unimpressed. "I'll give you a clue. Uryu pulled me aside after school and asked me to keep you on a lead the next time he takes Orihime on a date."

Rukia smirked. "Oh yeah, their date!" she exclaimed, letting a small laugh escape her. "I just helped them a bit by adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere."

"By which you mean you triggered a freak meteorological occurrence," he guessed.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Ichigo pressed his lips together, clearly fighting to keep himself from smiling. "Uryu wasn't impressed," he grumped.

She grinned slyly. "You're just mad because I didn't invite you along to spy on them, aren't you?"

Ichigo pouted, his eyebrows drawn in so far above the bridge of his nose Rukia couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine, you can come with me next time. You can play Cupid and shoot arrows at them or something."

He finally gave in, exhaling forcefully in laughter. "Oh, I'm sure he'd appreciate that."