Of course

He is your zanpakutou spirit--he doesn't seem capable of disobeying you, even if it isn't so much an order as it is a request.

He clings to the shadow of the tree at first, biding his time, forming a shape to engage you with, a shape you've never seen before. You don't question why he's never shown it to you before--it doesn't really matter. It's merely enough he's obliging you and your selfish desires.

The wind picks up and the cherry blossom petals that still remained on the ground swirl and dance as that shadow separates from the tree. Royal purples, bright whites, bloody crimson, glittering gold, flowing black--without a doubt, even in this unrecognizable form, he is your zanpakutou. So regal, so tall, so proud and strong, even if you can't see his face, he's definitely graceful, a beauty to behold.

"I will do all that you ask of me, Byakuya-sama. There's no need for me to hesitate. I won't allow anyone to ruin all that you've worked so hard to accomplish," he tells you, reaching out with a black-gloved hand, accented with that gore-y red that reminds you of blood, yet looks so beautiful. His gaze, even through that frightening mask, feels less than intimidating.

"What makes you think that someone has wronged me?"

He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "What else could have caused such unease? There is nothing to worry about--there is nothing left to fight."

"Perhaps that is the very reason for my unease."

His gaze seems to be truly inquisitive, head tilted just so to show the emotion that his face cannot while hidden behind that mask. "I don't understand."

You don't answer right away. It's been something you've thought about ever since you learned of the betrayal of a man you once trusted. The possibilities... "Had I not broken that first rule, the rule that gave birth to that miserable man who bared his blade at his own sister, I wonder if things would have turned out this way."

"Don't say such things!" Demands the spirit, shaking his head stubbornly in a display of true emotion that doesn't need to be seen to be understood. "You shouldn't live in the past! There is nothing there, nothing but uncertainty. You have no reason to linger on that. All that you've done... you shouldn't have regrets!"

"I see," you reply, reaching out to grasp the edges of his mask, stroking the edges of it and the creamy, soft skin it clung to. "Then I shall forget the past and focus on the present."