[A figure appears on the screen, sitting in a familiar garden, although he's not wearing his usual black uniform, but instead a white and blue uniform.  It's Ukitake.  Young Ukitake.  Along with his round, youthful face, Ukitake's hair is much shorter, but still that pure white that is his trademark.  He's staring at a snowdrop that Yuki had given ( Read more... )

[Ukitake is sitting in his garden with a blanket draped over his shoulders and his haori in his lap, long, slender fingers pulling the hem closer to his body.  The stitching has come out in some places along the bottom edge and the fabric is wearing thin in others, like the shoulders and hem.  There is a threaded needle held carefully between his ( Read more... )