As Rukia left, she began to view everything around her with derision. The people. Their terrible taste in clothes, cars. The stupidity of their voices as they spoke endlessly about things that were too unimportant for words. Not even the buildings, the trees, or the sky could escape her scorn. She had come to realize that the world was slime. All of it.
All of it except for herself, that is. Rukia, after all, knew that she was perfect. Her body, her voice, her intellect, her tastes. Nothing in the world could compare to her superiority. The fact that she had to put up with such idiotic filth everywhere she looked only made her disgust grow more.
Sun Jun 26 15:59:47 2011