Her long black hair blew behind her in the field of flowers that surrounded her. Yellow and bright like the Sun she loved. The Sun, here in this place, was bigger and brighter than any Sun she had ever seen and it was one of the reasons she loved it here so much. Her small, dainty fingers glided over the petals of the waist high flowers, scattering golden grains of sand into the air. This place was untouched by time or Death. Nothing existed here but her, these flowers, and that warm, beautiful Sun. It's rays were warm against her skin like the caress of a lover's fingers.

She didn't know why she was here or when she had come. One moment there was a suffocating darkness, a moment where she felt she had the answer to some hidden riddle, and then she opened her violet eyes to find herself lying in this field. The flowers didn't have a scent and she twirled, her ivory white, thin strapped dress swishing with her. The golden sands spun into the air and she threw her head back, heart swelling at the light that fluttered over the flower dust. They glimmered like diamonds in the sun light.

She spread her arms and tilted her face to the Sun, letting it's bright light wash over her. Taking a deep breath of flower dust and warm sunlight, she turned and there behind her stood the largest cherry blossom tree. It stood was tall and towering in the middle of the field. The pink blossoms were bright and blooming, the trunk of the tree and it's branches large and thick. Bare feet sunk into the warm ground as she padded towards the large tree, determined to sit in the shade and dream. Her dreams were of many things. Sometimes she could remember them and sometimes she couldn't. There was always something lingering in the back of her mind, something she didn't want to forget but couldn't quite remember.

Orange would flash through her mind and her heart would ache, yearn, for that colour. In her dreams, sometimes, she would hear snippets of voices or conversations and wonder what it all meant. Other times she would will it all away when a deep pain would sink into her. Some days she only got emotions. Others she got words. And then some days, rare and unusual, she would get images. Not always a clear cut photo and mostly just colours but then other times she could make out these brown eyes.

When hers would meet that deep brown, she would be drowning in all the emotions that brewed inside her at that gaze. There were many emotions she had seen in those eyes, each one flying by so quickly it left her dizzy.

There was only one time there were no words and she could make out a fuzzy picture of a man. The image was only clear in one spot: his lips. He would open them, lips twisted into a soft smile, and then he would mouth words that left her breathless. The dreams were her only comfort and brought her a painfully sorrowful happiness. And somehow, she knew that was important. She breezed a hand over the soft, silky petals of a yellow flower and turned one last time, violet gaze soft as she whispered to the Sun, "I want to be your Moon."

"You always were."

The familiarity of that deep, gruff voice struck a chord inside of her. Her soul vibrated, thrumming to life as her heart beat slammed against her chest and her mouth parted in a surprised gasp. She knew that voice, it had haunted her dreams and her mind – admittedly, her heart too and it spoke words to her soul in a language she could never have understood – always leaving her with this ache that made tears prick her vision.

Words poured from her lips before she could stop them from a time long past. "Was? Aren't I still, fool?"

"You still are, midget." The softness lacing his gruff voice almost made her miss the wavering tone and almost covered up the wistful nostalgia hidden behind his words.

She gasped again, heart flying into her throat as hot tears built at the corners of her blue gaze. That one word spiraled into her soul, tickling the edges of her memory as a red string burst, unknown to the two, to tangle with another. The strings, torn and jagged, danced beneath the Sun where a large, glowing white moon appeared. It shimmered into existence next to the Sun as Rukia spun around, hair whipping behind her.

Her eyes widened and her chest tightened as everything inside of her – her dreams, her memories, her life – all spiraled together and slammed into her, knocking out a single word. "You're…."

"Yo."