This is for jaguar003, who is really patient and whom I admire greatly for his/her patience.


I hate moving days.

I especially hate moving days in which nobody is there to help you carry your boxes up the five flights of stairs, because the elevator is broken and the service elevator is apparently only usable by janitors.

Because your friends are all moving in to different colleges, and because you don't have any family. Yeah. That's a bummer.

And because you're moving into this teeny tiny dorm room that's not even the size of a public bathroom at a hotel. With another person. Whom you don't know. Another person who is probably really uptight and strict and no fun at all, or another person who is way too much fun and goes out and gets smashed every single night while somehow managing to scrape a passing grade in their classes.

Now, I'm a firm believer in the "all-work-and-no-play-makes-Renji-a-dull-boy" philosophy, but too much fun makes Renji a hungover boy. Every single morning. And I need this. I need to get good grades here, otherwise I'll never make anything of myself.

Just like they did.

My family is gone. All of my relatives are gone. In the word 'gone', I don't mean gone on vacation. I mean they're dead.

None of them got any education because they didn't have enough money because they went out and spent it whenever they got it. As a result of this, they couldn't get a job, and since they couldn't get a job, they couldn't earn any money. They tried begging on the streets for a while, the women whored themselves out at night clubs, but it still wasn't enough, and eventually they all either starved to death, died on the sidewalk, got raped so badly that they bled out, or got killed in a violent gang shooting. Something like that.

And, I mean, I can't say that I want that to happen to me. I want to be something. I want to be someone.

I don't want to be like them.


I also hate people that are so smug and so "superior" and believe that they are better than you in every sense of the word, even though they don't know your name yet.

And I am rooming with a person that happens to be of this smug and superior type.

I mean, what did I do wrong in my past life to deserve something like this?

Did I kill someone in a very painful way? Did I steal money from someone? Did I rape a child? What the hell did I do?


The guy I'm rooming with is a sophomore at university. I'm a freshman. Even though there's only a year's difference (or even less than that, it's also totally possible I'm older than him; this guy looks like he skipped a few grades back in the day) between us, he acts like he's a senior. He's cold and indifferent, and acts superior to everybody, and will also act like that towards me, I'm sure. After all, I'm nothing but a street rat who got lucky, while he looks like one of those rich kids who's bored all the time because nothing's exotic to them anymore. One of those rich kids that spends money on everything and anything from cocaine to gold plated rims for their cars. One of those rich kids who stares down on the street rats with contempt and can't be bothered to spare a few bucks even though they're wearing designer jeans and expensive Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses.

His name is Byakuya Kuchiki. Even his name reeks of noble status and money, and 'loaded.' His family has got to be.

I hate him already.