Once upon a time...(Mitsuo)

Sitting on one of the taller buildings of the district, her purple gaze calmly slid over the street. Her lips not expressing the smallest hint of a grin and her brow just lightly portraying a scowl, the big busted arrancar dangled her legs over the edge of the roof.

There she sat, oblivious to the common folk down there and only the wind seemed to notice her by constantly playing with her short, thick, messy and purple hair. One could only wonder why she wasn't laughing at someone or picking a fight. It was rather uncommon for her.

Resting on her arms, she glanced up at the sky. The sea of blue had been invaded by streaks of gold and red. Even the clouds held a light, platin outline. The sun would set soon. The shadows would climb over the buildings and the rustling street, she had sat her mind to, would grow quiet. Yet, she didn't leave. Still dressed in a top, which actually reminded a top of a bikini, and a white hakama, Raquel turned her attention back down, observing how mothers with their children, packs of teenagers, seniors and other citizens behaved.

Why was she even there? Good question. Perhaps it was her boredom, perhaps it was for sheer amusement of their pathetic lifestyle. Yet, none of those were the right answers...

Her eyes(well, eye) narrowed and the scowl grew deeper as she shewed on her lip. There was a mix of anger and sorrow in her expression, she couldn't even explain. The young woman was sure she had nothing to do with pathetic little beings such as these. Then, why did she feel the hint of jelousy corrupting her mind. She couldn't say if it was the same with her soul, mainly because she didn't know if she still had one.

Either way, no matter what was causing this, it would have to stop. Soon, hopefully. If she were to rule over Hueco Mundo, she had to have a plan and an unbreakable presence. Doubts of a happy, not so violent lifestyle were to be gotten rid of.

Emitting a light growl to her own frustration, the female fell back, her bare skin coming in contact with the cold surface of the roof. She would look at the sky for a while. Perhaps, all this was yet another desperate action, caused by boredom. It should go away, like an annoying headache, right?

~Archived~