Snow
Kisuke read the Bible once, shortly after his exile from Soul Society. He'd picked the book up on a whim, and spent an idle afternoon browsing through the text. The former shinigami had been darkly amused by the precepts it espoused; the concepts were promising, but overly idealistic and well-nigh impossible to put into practice.
He'd set the book aside, choosing to concentrating instead on the far more vital concerns of survival. Christianity and its various attendant practices had been relegated to the back of his mind; he'd managed to settle into a routine, tending his shop and keeping an eye open for random shinigami as he watched the years unfold like tattered paper scrolls.
Until Ichigo had barged into his life. Changing everything.
Punishment. The foreign book had talked of it at length. Redemption. Salvation. Believe but in me, and ye shall be saved.
And for the first time in long, long years, Urahara Kisuke had something to be thankful for.