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Chapter 1

Saguru's POV

"Aizen, indigo dye. Sosuke, all right to intervene. " My tongue sticking out, I ever so carefully push the calligraphy brush down onto the wood panel, knowing that if I screw up the kanji, I won't have another chance.

It has been a year since I have woken up in this world, and I have to say this; the after life sucks.

I was lucky of course about not being in this world alone, and even luckier to be with a genius, and such a smooth talker at that. When we had followed the path in a random direction…

("I say we head that way!"
"But the foot prints are heading in the other direction."
"And how do we know those prints aren't someone leaving town? Or maybe they belong to a bandit, ready to eat us!"
"You may have a point, though I doubt we'll be eaten."
"It could happen. But anyways, onward and forwards!")

…We were able to get jobs around the little town we found.

Mostly, we just did odd jobs, like cleaning and babysitting. Other times, we actually did real things, like send messages and helped around at the bars. It's the only jobs a pair of 12 year-old looking boys can really get. But anything to put food in our bellies due to our large spiritual energy. It still boggles my mind how all the Souls around me and my brother consider food a luxury item, not really needing it. These things and terms should have also clued me in, but I was more preoccupied with surviving with my twin at the time.
Speaking of which…

It had been startling, for both me and Sosuke, to take a proper look at ourselves and realize we practically were the spiting image of the other, the only difference being our eyes. While Sosuke had eyes the color of milk chocolate, mine were more of a honey brown color.

It was disconcerting, as I knew I didn't look like this when I was alive, but for some reason, I couldn't recall what I looked like. It was like that about anything personal about me, the details just seemed to disappear. Could I remember my favorite dish? No, but I could cook a number of foods. Did I know my favorite genre? Not a clue, but I remember every story I ever read. What was my native tongue? I haven't the foggiest, but i'm fluent in Japanese...and English, Spanish, French, as well as Italian. (What kind of life did I lead, knowing all these languages?)

I figured this is because I died; that life is over, so I should move on. Though I kept it to myself, not really wanting to share anything about that life, as it was still mine. But I was rather content, living in the District 14, which for some reason didn't have a name. (Something about how no one could agree on it, so we just end up being called the 14th District.)

Then the Shinigami came to town.

- Flash back

I had been in the bar, cleaning tables and gathering cups when I noticed a whole group come in. At first, I had no clue who they were, before the barkeep pulled me aside.

"Listen Aizen-kun, you can go." The old man said nervously.

"But I have a whole shift left!" I couldn't help but whisper furiously back. I needed the money! My Stomach Demands Sacrifice! (And yes, you didn't imagine the capitals, which were completely necessary.)

"Don't fret, I'll pay for it, but it's best to avoid the Shinigami when you can." the man said, eyeing the dark clothed group.

Seeing him do so, I looked at the group myself, my eyes going to their collected Zanpakuto.

Wait, what? How did I know they were called that?

It had finally crashed into me at that point just where I was.

I was in a damn manga.

I was in the fucking world of Bleach…

And my twin brother was Aizen Sosuke, master manipulator and aspirations of being a god.

Huh, well what do you know.

I think the only reason why I didn't make a scene right then is because I was in too much shock, going to the little shack me and my brother called home on autopilot.

I had just sat down on my pallet I shared with my brother and thought.

I knew my brother, I knew Aizen Sosuke better then anyone, this I was sure of. I knew he could be rather sweet talking with a shiny silver tongue, his smile able to disarm you while he haggled for the best price. I knew he could be ruthless when he wanted something, going as far as stealing it and making sure no one would ever know he was the culprit or 'punishing' someone for what he felt they deserved. I knew he was a genius who could control his spiritual energy to a point it became a deadly weapon when he applied pressure.

But I also knew he could be protective, defending me from the taunts of some of the district bullies. I knew a Sosuke who was willing to split half his share of food with me when I got mugged. I remember staying up late with him, learning to control my own energy as Sosuke assisted me, ever so patient and smiling when I got something right.

He was honestly the only person I can trust. Someone who viewed most people as pawns that were amusing at best, dispensable at worst.

By the Spirit King, please say this doesn't end with dying. Again.

- Flashback End

So yeah, I accepted it, but it doesn't mean I'm not wary.

After all, nothing is known about Sosuke's childhood; hell, even for all his genius, even he doesn't know what his life was like when he was alive. All he has is a bunch of knowledge, date of birth, and his name to show who he is.

Probably why he finds it so easy to believe I am his twin.

It doesn't help that my mind believes it to.

I mean, I know tons of names! Why in the hell would the first one I pick come from a manga I haven't read up on in years? And Saguru… I honestly never heard the name before in my life. There was also the fact that my mind kept telling me that Aizen Sosuke was important, that he was family, that he would help me. And while it was true, it was still part of some kind of brainwashing that caused me to bond like a brother to Sosuke. And I know it wasn't his doing; one, he doesn't have his Zanpakuto yet, and two, he honestly has no reason to mess with me. And he never does anything without a reason.

Honestly though, I really can't find it in myself to regret it.

Because it gave me family.

I don't remember much that was personal from my other life, but I always have a feeling of loneliness and bitter resentment when ever I try and think about it. It ends up leaving me cold and tearful, Sosuke waking me up and/or comforting me.

(I would like to state for the record that I am not a cry baby.)

But having someone who cares for me, it warms me up and makes me feel better than ever. I honesty don't think he is messing with me at all, and if he is, I'll take this chance to bask in it a little.

…Damn, don't I sound like a deprived little child?

Finishing the last brush stroke for the last character in my twin's name, I can't help but let my worries fly away as I let myself have this moment of triumph. I had finished, and made no mistakes!

In black, I had drew (no matter what anyone says, you don't write calligraphy, you draw it!) my brother's name on the back of a puzzle box top lid.

It was a 4 sun 10 step puzzle from what the trader had told me, showing me the detail on the bronze colored wood box. It didn't cost too much as it was considered rather plain and was unadorned of any jewels, but I still had to save big time for it, taking extra jobs if I wanted to get it before May 29.

Our shared birthday.

The date felt right, so we went with it.

"What do you have there, Saguru-kun?"

Needless to say, when I heard my brother's voice coming out of nowhere, I had instinctively hid the present behind my back, turning my front to my brother.

"Hey Sosuke-nii, when did you get home?" Am I not smoother than sandpaper?

"Only just got in. I got off early because there wasn't any other chores needed to be done. Now, that wouldn't be my present behind your back, would it?" curse that smug smirk on his face, knowing my question before hand and about his present.

"It was suppose to be a surprise for after dinner." I grumbled, shooting Sosuke a glare, to which the smirk gentled into a true smile.

"It can still be a surprise; I don't know what it is and I do know what patience is, unlike others in the district. I can wait for it." Sosuke said, his voice soft as he smiled.

"Eh, might as well do it now; the 'surprising atmosphere' has disappeared." I sighed, handing the open puzzle over to my brother, who eyed it curiously, before realization brightened his eyes.

The look of awe and shock on his face was worth every coin that went into the box, as his fingers gently brushed over the writing.

"So this is why you took all those jobs a month ago, yet still only buying rice and crackers." he said, gently sliding the lid in place on the box.

"Yeah, I know you like word puzzles and stuff, and when I saw the trader show me this, I knew you would enjoy it. You can also put stuff in it, so it could be useful!" I exclaimed, joyful that he liked it.

After a bit of me grinning and Sosuke admiring, he then put the box away by his side of the pallet, before taking something out of his pocket.

It was a silver colored necklace.

"I notice you looking at the pendants before, so I thought you might like this." I honestly think this is the first time I have ever seen my brother nervous, even thought his voice doesn't betray him.

His body does.

He has his face turned away, but keeps glancing at me, his hand holding the chain twitching before I take it to look over.

It's just a simple thing, a rather plain circular disk rubbed smooth, the small links in the chain strong and well made. But it's the pendant part I'm focused on right now.

On one side, the Japanese kanji for journey is display, a grayish black color against the silver. On the other is Saguru, with my kanji meaning 'to explore'.

I'm rather speechless, if I do say so myself.

"So I'm guessing you like it?" I don't care if my brother sounds so pleased, I don't care if things will be screwed up in the future, I don't care if I'm doomed.

I tackle my twin brother in a hug, thanking him for the gift from the bottom of my heart, demanding he help me put it on.

I'm going to live in the moment, treasuring it for all it's worth.