Ichigo," Zangetsu intoned, shaking his sideways world so maybe, just maybe the boy might shake awake as well. "Ichigo."
Ichigo stirred in his sleep but did not answer.
"Ichigo."
"Ichigo."
Zangetsu materialized, peering over the sleeping form, "My shouts can not reach you, so I will try with a whisper, Ichigo. I know you. At this moment you don't even comprehend it but, bring her back. Somehow, bring her back to us and hurry."
Zangetsu looked out the sifting flakes, powder soft and too cold, "We never thought we'd love. Especially not something so much like rain."