I haven't updated this fanfic in like forever. Most of it is due to the fact that I lost interest in anime in general. But I logged on to my account today and re-read "Patient Snow". The fact that it was basically left at a cliff hanger type deal for quite a while annoyed me so I wrote this chapter. My writting skills could use some polishing but pratcie is the best way to do that so why not write a chapter, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach in any way or form. If I did I wouldn't be writting fanfiction.

Like an elegant tapestry, his words wove a story that only seemed to exist in the imaginations of naïve little girls. Though her own unusually blurred memory remembers a much different tale, she could not help but offer a warm smile towards the Princess's master. The unconditional love for her mistress's sister was still obvious to this day. Moving ever so slightly, she glanced at the Princess's face and was surprised to see the mask of cruelty replaced with a bittersweet smile. She could only imagine how much happier their world had been when her mistress's sister was still alive. A slight pang of guilt struck her heart as her own mistress's shock filled her world. She had known all these years about the existence of her sister, yet never mentioned it. Why would she mention a sister who abandoned her mistress in an alleyway? Her mistress was only a baby then, she recalled the frustration of being trapped in the soul of a helpless child. It was not someone she wished to recall often.

Her pale lips parted as a pained hiss escaped through her clenched teeth. That object, its disappearance seemed to tear a hole in the very fabric of this world. As the pain passed her thoughts returned to the past. Around her various emotions floated in the air, forgiveness, relief, and perhaps even love, but she was oblivious to it all.

----*PATIENT*SNOW*----

Rukia…that shall be your name

For the very first time her pale blue eyes opened to the sight of a snow covered world. Her fingers reached for the full moon in the sky, so close yet so far away. Underneath her body was a layer of fine snow, almost too soft to be real. She slowly stood up, looking around in confusion. She walked over to the lake, its waters pristine, and gasped at her reflection. A pale face outlined by long strands of silver locks, and wide eyes stared back at her. The atmosphere in this world felt peculiar to her, as though she should not be here. She touched her face, drawing back at the coldness of her skin. She was not a human being that much she knew. Nor was this world a world that most humans knew even existed. The air around her suddenly grew thicker, almost suffocating.

She dropped to her knees, desperate to breathe but soon the feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come. Focusing on the owner of this world she gave a startled cry as she saw who her mistress was. It was a child, no not even. It was a baby. A small raven haired woman carried her mistress and she instantly felt a surge of gratitude towards this person. This area that her mistress was in, she was sure, was not one where a defenseless baby would survive. Taking a spot by the lake, she began to wait. What she was waiting for she did not know, but she was waiting for something nonetheless.

I'm so sorry…I can't do this…please forgive me…Rukia…

Those words echoed in her world, for it had become her world as well as her mistress's world so many years ago. That woman was abandoning her mistress to the cruel world that cared not for the small life of a child. Ice cold anger flowed in her veins and the soft wind that perpetually blew in this world faltered. Though too young to realize what was happening, her mistress was afraid of being alone so suddenly. Somewhere far away a man screamed, the last breath of his life leaving his body. She drew her knees to herself and hoped for someone to rescue them. Thoughts of survival flew around in her mind. Her mistress would not starve yet as she was fed just a few minutes ago. That woman had placed a blanket over her so she would not freeze just yet. The greatest danger at this point was some psychotic person too lot in the world of insanity that they would attack a defenseless child. The corners of her mouth turned down into a frown as she knew that in this area that was not impossibility.

The world outside was soon covered in an inky cover of darkness. She sensed a figure coming towards them and found herself wishing more than ever that her mistress could defend herself in some sort of way. Her anxieties were put to rest when she saw it was a man wearing dark robes with a blood red figure behind him. The figure's dark eyes met her own and gave a sad smile, an almost apologetic smile. She hesitantly smiled back in return and continued to watch the man. In his hand was on object and in his other hand was the basket containing her mistress. Ever so gently he pressed the object against her mistress's chest and she watched it disappear, only to reappear in her world. It was a curious object, a purple gem with a light blue barrier around it. She reached out a pale hand to touch it but it dropped into the middle of the lake before she could ever reach it. Instead she settled for touching the ripples it had caused to appear on the surface of the water.

The blood red lady walked towards her, her eyes sadder than before. She touched the pale cheeks of the child, who had continued to sleep through everything.

She is your mistress?

Yes

What a heavy burden my master has placed on her. For this I am sorry…

A heavy burden…

Yes, one that I do not think she is even aware of

How can she, a mere child, when not even I know what this burden is?

A question whose answer I do not have.

Perhaps no one does.

I must bid farewell for now, but I shall leave this parting words. Tonight is a night when destinies are re written.

It would seem so…

----*PATIENT*SNOW*----

I am sorry.

His words bought her back to the present and she looked over at the Princess, whose head was bowed asking for forgiveness. As her mistress held her brother's arms to in her hands, she reached over and touched the Princess's cheek. While it was true that there was an almost tangible animosity between them at times, hatred was not an emotion that was familiar to her. She lifted the Princess's head so that their eyes met and for the first time in a while she smiled at her. Icy blue eyes widened in surprise but for a fleeting moment filled with warmness before she disappeared, no doubt returning to her master's world. Her pale hands now being held against nothingness, she dropped it to her side. She let her eyes wonder to the lake, remembering once again that object that that man had taken from this world.

A blood red lady had once told her that destinies were rewritten that night and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps that was true. Had her mistress never been picked to hold that object, would they have ever met the orange haired boy? She smiled a gentle smile at the thought. No, she believed that would've happened regardless. Maybe under different circumstances and a different time but they would've met. She frowned at the thought. And perhaps, destinies were not rewritten that night but actually realized.

Do you feel empty, as though something is missing?

Yes, how can one not feel empty when the very object that was once embedded in someone's soul is so forcibly taken away?

She walked among the trees, a white figure in the darkness of the night. Her eyes fixed on the moon, eyes that knew full well that today was only the beginning of a new battle.

I couldn't think of a better divider so I just decided to use the fic name. Anyways, the current anime filler arc really got me thinking about this fic lately and after re-reading it today I decided to write another chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it!

All reveiws/constructive criticism are appreciated!
Flames are not welcome.

Hopefully I'll update soon again!