A Brisk Walk [Open]

Las Noches such a beautiful place. Yet it was so plain. White was never a popping color. People never stopped just to look at white. The color was just fine compared to the size of the building. It seemed to make anyone in it feel small. It was like the building had a mind of its own. So many passages. Leading everywhere. Just a wonderful place. Yuki was taking a stroll through the building. Not heading anywhere, just walking. Taking in the beauty wasn't what was on his mind. Anger was what was on his mind. Yet he couldn't remember what had made him angry. It would probably pop into his head, and make him angry again. Anger was such a cruel thing. Lead people to do crazy things. But if you mastered how to control it, nothing bad could happen. If you were on of those people that were always angry, then it was impossible to master. Something else Yuki couldn't do. Control his anger. It would be pointless. Once he was nice and calm. Something would be put in the wrong place on the puzzle. Then boom, he was mad again. Yuki turned a corner and a high speed. He was close to jogging, but more power walking. Once he had turned he ran into another Arrancar. A very small on. It was male, and it was wearing the normal Arrancar clothing. The two had stumbled a couple steps back. That pushed one of his buttons. His face became a bright red. Then he blew. "Damn it watch where you are going!" The Arrancar ran off. Yuki started walking again. First at a slow pace then picking it up to a fast pace.

If there was one thing Yuki hated seeing. It was other Arrancar looking at him strange. There was a reason for that though. Instead of a traditional white hakama, Yuki jazzed things up. He wore a dark black jacket. Over a white button of shirt. A pair of black pants, and just to pull it all together. A pair of black boots. His hair very long, was tied in a black ribbon. His hair almost went down to his butt, but stopped just above. Once piece of his hair always stuck out. Which seemed to always anger Yuki. As he was walking, he licked his index and middle finger on his right hand. He pressed down on the hair. Yet it was pointless. When he removed his hand, the hair just stuck back up. Yuki grunted and kept walking. His pace was now fast. On top of his nose were a pair of glasses. Under the glasses were a pair of golden eyes. His eyes were just fine though. He only took the glasses off when he was serious. Strapped to his right thigh was a holster. Inside it was a gun. His signature weapon. Most Arrancar carried a sword. Yuki carried a gun. So much better. At least in his eyes. Yuki stopped when he reached a very large room. It was rounded, and had several doors around it. Yuki had stopped in the dead center of it. He looked around. There were a couple Arrancar choosing a passage and taking it. Yuki grunted. It was too much trouble choosing one. So he would wait and see which one was most used. He would be standing in the center for awhile. God I hate my life. Most people thought that, but then they thought again. They really didn't mind it though. But Yuki really hated his life.