It was windy autumn day. The leaves on the trees had already changed to a red-gold hue. A tall man, wearing an expensive looking black coat, was walking briskly along the crowded sidewalk. He knew he was going to be late, but his car was getting a new coat of paint, so he had to travel on foot. The man sighed and drew his coat tighter around him. I should buy 2 cars, he thought to himself. I have more than enough money anyway.
A large gray building appeared in the distance. It was an imposing structure, dull, but with a polished, dignified appearance. This building, a bank, was extremely famous. It belonged to none other than the amazing Byakuya Kuchiki.
Byakuya slowed down as he entered the lobby, as his entrance would look that much more dramatic. He smiled inwardly, as he often did when entering his bank. It was the source of his pride, and his life was dedicated to this business. The marble walls were as pristine as always, and the black carpeted floor was soft and thick. He walked over to the elevator, and rode it to his personal office at the top of the building, the 20th floor.
The wealthy man sat down comfortably on his leather office chair. He turned on his Luvaglio laptop and reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a Mont Blanc fountain pen.
Byakuya was ready to start a new day of work.
Several hours later, he was feeling considerably less energized. Running the second most prestigious bank in the world was a very stressful job. He thought of going to a restaurant for lunch. Yes, an expensive meal will certainly calm my nerves, he decided. With that, he got up and left the building.
Byakuya had to walk home again after work. He was tired and irritated from his busy day, but he kept on his calm and graceful front. Until he got home, that is. The first thing the Kuchiki did when he entered his house was kick off his shoes. Then, he headed to the kitchen, throwing his coat and scarf on the floor as he went. Byakuya grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge, tore it open and gulped half of it down. After that, he felt much better. He picked up his things properly and went to start a bath.
Ahh…a good bath is so relaxing. Byakuya was feeling great again as he settled down on his white microfiber Ethan Allen couch, cup of coffee in hand. His living room, and his whole house, for that matter, was always furnished with luxurious items. Expensive was the way Byakuya Kuchiki liked it. He picked up the remote and turned on his TV, a Beovision 4-103. Contentedly channel surfing, he suddenly choked on his coffee.
Well, look who it is, Byakuya thought resignedly. I guess I shouldn't be surprised…he is always on TV for some reason or other. He is incredibly successful after all. He gritted his teeth. On the screen was the owner of the number one most prestigious bank in the world. His greatest rival. Seeing him on the news yet again was quite frustrating. Byakuya was an excellent bank manager himself. But he would always be overshadowed by this man…. the mighty Ulquiorra Schifer.