Black Cherry: Introduction
Introducing Black Cherry, one of our lovely wait staff.
Rating: T
I am Kuchiki Byakuya. You may refer to me as Kuchiki. Informality with the lower classes is generally frowned upon. I have only ever broken this rule once. That was with my fiancée. She was a wonderful, beautiful person, and I could not help but love her.
She is gone, now. All I have left of her is her sister, Rukia. I sometimes feel I have failed her, in some form. It is difficult, now. My position in the Family was, I suppose you could say, tainted for lack of a better word; by my love for a woman below my status. I was told, rather brusquely, that if I wanted to be independent that badly, I could do it all myself. I was summarily discharged from my parent’s home, and had to find my own way. This is the main reason I now attend Torano College for the Fine Arts, and work at the Fruit Parlor Café. It’s a petty sort of rebellion, but She always loved my paintings. So I decided to honor her in that way, and I am now majoring in drawing and painting.
I also had to find a job, and I never expected to end up hired by Urahara Kisuke. The man is notorious for being a genius in science and medicine, which confused me. Why would one of the best medical researchers of our time want to quit and open a café in downtown Tokyo? I admit, I took the job half on curiosity. The other half was purely financial in nature. He pays remarkably well, which I needed even with the fairly generous stipend I still receive from the Family.
If I did not need the money, I am sure I would not work here. Urahara-san has some very strange eccentricities. One being the fact that he insists on the use of monikers whilst working. I am called Black Cherry, much to my dismay.
Although if She were still alive, I cannot help but think she would have loved the place, all its eccentricities included. I believe she would have also loved all of my unruly coworkers. She always had such a heart about her. Unfortunately, I feel I have horrifically wronged the one she would be closest to, the one she knew as a child in the orphanage. Abarai Renji, so much like my beloved that it hurts to be around him. He is loud, and unafraid of emotion. He wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn’t shy away from emotional pain as I do. He is probably the stronger man for it. He’s also rather obliviously in love with Hisagi Shūhei. I say oblivious, because neither man realizes that his feelings are very, very reciprocated. Hisagi is a good individual, more reserved than Abarai, but still very free with his feelings. Kurosaki Ichigo is again, like Abarai. He is prone to becoming embarrassed, unlike Abarai. Jeagerjaques Grimmjow is an entity all to himself, however. He is loud, brash rude, and prone to starting fights. I hold no particular like of him.
The other half of the Fruit Parlor’s employees are more reserved, which is a relief. Hitsugaya Tōshirō is a generally quiet person, with a large streak of ill temper. I don’t begrudge him that temper, though. He is a good person, despite it. Ishida Uryū is a slightly peculiar character. At first glance, one would think that the man is of a different persuasion, but once you have observed him for a while, you notice that he is head over heels for one of our regulars, who happens to be a girl. He is somewhat of a contradiction. Schiffer Ulquiorra is a lot like myself. He is reserved an calm by nature, dangerous if disturbed and capable of looking out for himself. I fear he will not find something every man should be looking for, what I found with Her. I will continue to hope that he finds the thing that makes life more worth living.
But now I must return to work.
Rating: T
I am Kuchiki Byakuya. You may refer to me as Kuchiki. Informality with the lower classes is generally frowned upon. I have only ever broken this rule once. That was with my fiancée. She was a wonderful, beautiful person, and I could not help but love her.
She is gone, now. All I have left of her is her sister, Rukia. I sometimes feel I have failed her, in some form. It is difficult, now. My position in the Family was, I suppose you could say, tainted for lack of a better word; by my love for a woman below my status. I was told, rather brusquely, that if I wanted to be independent that badly, I could do it all myself. I was summarily discharged from my parent’s home, and had to find my own way. This is the main reason I now attend Torano College for the Fine Arts, and work at the Fruit Parlor Café. It’s a petty sort of rebellion, but She always loved my paintings. So I decided to honor her in that way, and I am now majoring in drawing and painting.
I also had to find a job, and I never expected to end up hired by Urahara Kisuke. The man is notorious for being a genius in science and medicine, which confused me. Why would one of the best medical researchers of our time want to quit and open a café in downtown Tokyo? I admit, I took the job half on curiosity. The other half was purely financial in nature. He pays remarkably well, which I needed even with the fairly generous stipend I still receive from the Family.
If I did not need the money, I am sure I would not work here. Urahara-san has some very strange eccentricities. One being the fact that he insists on the use of monikers whilst working. I am called Black Cherry, much to my dismay.
Although if She were still alive, I cannot help but think she would have loved the place, all its eccentricities included. I believe she would have also loved all of my unruly coworkers. She always had such a heart about her. Unfortunately, I feel I have horrifically wronged the one she would be closest to, the one she knew as a child in the orphanage. Abarai Renji, so much like my beloved that it hurts to be around him. He is loud, and unafraid of emotion. He wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn’t shy away from emotional pain as I do. He is probably the stronger man for it. He’s also rather obliviously in love with Hisagi Shūhei. I say oblivious, because neither man realizes that his feelings are very, very reciprocated. Hisagi is a good individual, more reserved than Abarai, but still very free with his feelings. Kurosaki Ichigo is again, like Abarai. He is prone to becoming embarrassed, unlike Abarai. Jeagerjaques Grimmjow is an entity all to himself, however. He is loud, brash rude, and prone to starting fights. I hold no particular like of him.
The other half of the Fruit Parlor’s employees are more reserved, which is a relief. Hitsugaya Tōshirō is a generally quiet person, with a large streak of ill temper. I don’t begrudge him that temper, though. He is a good person, despite it. Ishida Uryū is a slightly peculiar character. At first glance, one would think that the man is of a different persuasion, but once you have observed him for a while, you notice that he is head over heels for one of our regulars, who happens to be a girl. He is somewhat of a contradiction. Schiffer Ulquiorra is a lot like myself. He is reserved an calm by nature, dangerous if disturbed and capable of looking out for himself. I fear he will not find something every man should be looking for, what I found with Her. I will continue to hope that he finds the thing that makes life more worth living.
But now I must return to work.