Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Warning: Heavy manga spoilers.
Zangetsu, Shirayuki: Beginnings
It rained, and the solitary figure watched, resigned, as puddles formed within each indentation on the concrete surface. The damp from the last time had hardly dried, but that really didn't matter now, he supposed, and stifled a sneeze. His nose was beginning to drip constantly from the chill in the air. It was unbecoming for a being of his nature.
Still, the rain was soothing, and he appreciated how it gave him some semblance of form. He was still hazy around the edges, after all, as coming in to being is a process. Often on sunny days, the wind blew and he existed only as a shred of energy, mirrored in glass and shadowed on concrete. So he didn't mind the rain - that much.
It shocked him when the snow came; drove him into hiding with its alien hardness, all ice and sharp edges, slippery and jagged and beautiful. He had never seen anything like it; it was wrong, it should not be. She should not be...at least not where he was.
He suffered the cold in wary silence as she took over his world, working her white magic and often stumbling over herself, as if caught on the verge of springing into a dance. When she turned and smiled directly at him, however, he knew he was lost. He came out into the open, where the wind knifed through him and sent the snow whirling around her in a dance of drifting diamonds, and perhaps the air was not quite so cold now that she was offering him her hand, and he was taking it, and they were moving together through the first few, halting steps of a minuet.