[Ukitake is outside of his house, hair wet and water dripping off the clumped-together edges.  He looks tired, but...

...it's not raining on him.]

I've put up some barriers around the house.  If the weather doesn't get too horrible, they should hold and we should be dry.

[He looks off to the side and then points his PCD to the fish pond.  Which is ( Read more... )

[The video opens up to show Ukitake at the dojo, sun filtering in to provide plenty of light as he practices alone, the sun glinting off the blade of his zanpakutou.  To the experienced eye, he carries out a mastered kata; his form is perfect, his movements smooth with knowledge.  It's also evident that he's been at this for a while.  His hair is ( Read more... )

[The sun is setting in the distance amidst the drizzle of rain as Ukitake's normal song continues playing for him.  All week, Rick Astley has been serenading him and anyone else who's been close enough to hear, and yet the Shinigami hasn't seemed to get too tired of it yet.  Yes, it's possible he's insane.  But when he approaches the pond out front ( Read more... )

[Ukitake looks more alive now, thanks to Unohana, tea, and time.  He's still a little pale and clears his throat every now and then, but he's definitely getting back to his normal self.]

How is everyone recovering?  I must apologize, I haven't been paying attention to the network these past few days.

Kuchiki-san, Jr.-san, I trust you are taking ( Read more... )

[When the feed flickers on, it shows a sight that has been showcased a few times recently.

Ukitake, paler than normal and as still as the room he's in, is still dead in the dark.  His hands at his sides do not move and the sheet over his chest does not rise with any of his breath.  It is surreal to still see such a man with such a passion for life ( Read more... )

[When Ukitake shows up on the feed, a few things are immediately apparent.  One, his hair is pulled back messily.  Two, his face is very thin and the shadows under his eyes almost seem sad on their own, not just from his illness this time.  And finally, his captain's haori is nowhere to be seen.  Even when he speaks, it is apparent that if anyone ( Read more... )

[A figure of white is seen laying down on his stomach next to a pond.  The haori is clearly seen, though what number on the back is hard to make out, but the white hair is a dead giveaway.  However, Ukitake's hair is fluffier than normal, and there is a pair of white, round ears peeking out from his hair on top of his head.  The tip of his nose is ( Read more... )

[It is a normal morning, even with the ever-pesky PCD suddenly capturing a private, though mundane, moment.  Ukitake is in bed, his hair spilling over bare shoulders and arms as he slowly rouses.

Of course, as soon as he starts moving, even so slightly, another figure appears behind him, shaggy blond hair giving away the identity.  Urahara nuzzles ( Read more... )

[When the PCD comes on, it’s to the sight of Urahara slipping into a bed that’s not his own. Except that it is, because with this event, the person whose waist he’s wrapping an arm around and gently pulling against him is his wife. Nevermind that the figure is male, with long, white hair and is easily identifiable as Ukitake.]

I’m home~

[Ukitake ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on to show a figure wrapped up in a blanket, long white hair spilling over his shoulders.  Ukitake is on the roof, though it isn't apparent as to why, but that's not important.  All he's doing is staring out over the city, the chill in the air tinging his pale cheeks pink.  And when he speaks, whether it's to himself or an unseen ( Read more... )