Slender fingers curled around the soft wood of the balcony railing as a tall slender man stood in his noble white robes. His hair was neatly styled in a fashion befitting one of class and elegance. A soft sigh brushed past his lips as he remained where he stood, cold blue eyes staring into the streets past the walls of his world. Byakuya was one who was of the traditional lines of upper-class family. He was bred and raised within the walls of his royal home, only venturing out to seek the glory of battle and then returning home to the drab of structure and obedience. He took a sip of the cooling cup of herbal tea which sat not far from the tips of his manicured fingers.
There hasn't been any excitement in Byakuya's life for a long time now. The last touch of excitement he felt was during his adolescent years when it was fun to court the ladies of his class and learn the skills of battle. It wasn't long before he realized, however that such ladies were tame and identical to one another. Much like the battles he fought to defend the honour of his name and the justice of the city. All monotonous, reptitive and drab. There had to be more to life. Long eyelashes fluttered to conceal those blue orbs as he remained standing there, those thoughts mulling over in his mind.
It was these thoughts, day after day that made Byakuya stand on that balcony, almost as if he were seeking something. Wanting something more than what he was given. And it was on that very day a few months before that his desire was granted. A young girl, quite possibly his age or just that slight margin younger crossed his line of vision. She was dressed in an old-fashioned torn pink kimono, one that she quite possibly never changed out of except into something more torn and tattered so she may wash what she was wearing. However it wasn't her apparel which interested him, it was her expressive features which one never did seem to see in the realms of his world.
The way in which she laughed, or walked. The way in which her eyes sparkled as she turned to notice all the minute things in the world that others took for granted. He had gone back into the courts that day a long while ago to have another look at the women of his class after seeing that street girl and the women seemed like drones in comparison. As soon as he entered the courts they would flock to him with their cold, lifeless eyes and hollow laughter. Their beautiful clothes wasted on those bodies which had been trained to act in a certain manner.
Day after day, he would watch for that girl again but she only every crossed his path that one day a week. It had become a ritual for him. A cup of tea, his long white robes and the vision of beauty which he would have given up his fortune for if only he could just watch it day, after day...after glorious day. That one moment had become his fuel, the way in which he could empower himself to survive on and continue with his routines. The same routine every single day, except now for this one event every week.
He sighed quietly to himself again as he watched her once more, the same intriguing gait, that face which didn't smile visibly but with the eyes that showed all the joy in the world. It appeared as if she were missing something in her life, something she had loved being left behind and that one thought made Byakuya wish with all his might that he may just be able to fill that void just for her. Just to see a truthful smile. He longed to reach out to her, that beautiful forlorn street dancing butterfly.
And just a week later, on that very day, he did. Hisana.