Byakuya was standing outside, mumbling to himself as the rain poured down.

"Goodness..where is my chauffeur..at this rate I'll end up having to take money out of his paycheck to give to my drycleaners with how hard it's pouring."

he thoughts were cut short when he heard a small sneeze coming from the younger homeless "peasant behind him. Despite hie feelings about peasants..he felt bad for the clearly sick person.

"...Excuse me."