Disclaimer in Summary. Like I said, dark times are coming.

Warning; Violence, dissection, mentions of hinted torture.

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"Initiate physical defense sequence of your choosing, no attacks, 0021. 0358, Initiate spiritual attack sequence 332-Alpha. Go." Was suddenly called, spurring me into action.

Ducking a Kido spell that would have burned, I twisted to the side to dodge the one following it, then jumping high to avoid the tiny earthquake that happened. Once that settled, I worked on continuing to keep my good heath.

Mostly by dodging. 'Offense makes the best defense' might be true, but the old bitch wouldn't be please if I harmed her 'precious ones', her successes.

Failed experiments like me should know their place, which was lower then the floor.

Considering we're in the basements, that's pretty low.

But despite how much she hated me as a failure, Zora couldn't get rid of me, unlike the other filth that dirtied her precious bonsai kimono.

Because while I am a failure, her study of me surpassed her expectations.

You see, the stuff she jabbed into me? It contained a serum that was suppose to effect the physique of the subject, allowing for accelerated everything. (Basically, someone read a bit too much Captain America.) But as the scientific cocktail was incomplete, she and her assistants didn't have much hope for it.

And they were pretty much right. Experiments 0015-20 failed.

I was the only survivor.

At first, they were thrilled, I was a success! (Well, I was still alive.)

You should have seen the disappointment on their faces when they realized everything was nearly the same as it was before. My physical prowess was basically the same, (impaired a bit by the pain and my worsening vision), my Spiritual energy had only risen a few notches, and my mental capacity was still at the mark it had been.

To see where they went wrong, they decide it was time to open me up.

That is where things got… interesting.

-Flashback

I tried my best to strain against the restraints, crying out as one of the assistant bastards held me down to keep me still as another went for a scalpel. I knew I was crying, my tears falling hot down my face, making my fuzzy vision even worst.

I didn't want this. I knew it would happen eventually, but I don't want to die. At least not cut open like a lab rat.

"Can't we knock him out or something? It's annoying holding him like this." Bastard number 1 grumbles, his grip growing tighter.

"Zora-sama wants to see the subject's pain thresh-hold. Then we are to test and see how the subject reacts to drugs and poisons, so be ready to fix the damage after we examine 0021." Bastard number 2 explains, his voice sounding clinical and emotionless.

When the knife comes down, I can't help but let out a sob, closing my eyes as the pain hits. I don't bother to beg or plead with these people, it doesn't work. All I can do is cry and release a sob every now and then as they cut me open.

At least, that's what I usually do after something painful is done to me. Guess I can learn new tricks as well.

"What the fuck?!" is exclaimed. I think it's BN1, it sounds like something he would say.

"How is this possible?" BN2.

"How in the hell should I know?" BN1

"Get Zora-sama, she'll want to see this." BN2

As the two Bastards talk, the one holding me lets me go, allowing me to look over my chest the best I can to see what's so interesting.

And while my vision isn't the best, I can't help but blink when I take in what I'm seeing.

It looks like a ribbon is coming out of my chest. From the cut on made on my torso to be specific. And it's moving, trying to wrap around my body, like a bandage or something.

Well, that's new. And weird, can't forget weird.

-End Flashback

Turns out, the serum mutated in me.

Instead of being a super-solider, I'm slightly indestructible; I'm immune to poisons and drugs, I can't suffocate (they tried it and I'm still not sure how that works, I really should have died from that), and many other painful and horrifying methods that just didn't work. And if anything that involves me bleeding was involved, then I would only heal faster, my body covered in my blood bandages.

Because that is what they were; bandages that were made out of my blood.

Morbid isn't it?

But despite the insane healing ability, they can't claim it came from their genius.

After all, it mutated once in me.

Meaning it was partly my contribution as well.

So not being able to get rid of me (They have theorized that if they drained me of my blood, then destroy it, I could die. Problem is my blood regenerates at ridiculous speeds, so they would have to be faster about it. They have not achieved the speed. Personally, I'm glad they don't understand the concept of vaporization.), or just throw me away in a box just to gather dust, (high risk of being found or escaping) they decided to put me to use.

By training the 'choice' experiments. I save them from spending money on training dummies.

I bite back a scream, tasting blood as I get electrocuted by a Kido spell coming at my back.

Isn't my life just swell?

I'm saying this now; I'm going to try and be as original as possible with Saguru's abilities, as I do not want him to turn into a Gary Stu or be OP.

(AN)- Okay, I find it hard to believe that there are only a few mad scientist in Soul Society, with study on Hollows seeming to be a main focus. I can understand that, but I can't help but wonder if anyone has ever tried to make a super soldier, Shinigami style. It seems like a mad scientist thing to do. So I took my artistic interpretation and came up with illegal labs trying out other things.

Why did no one find out about this lab for the sake of Canon? Who knows? Maybe an experiment went crazy and destroyed everything or something, so the Gotei 13 or Central 46 never found out.

Possibilities people. It's what makes fanfiction, well, fanfiction.