I point to the disclaimer in the summery. Saguru and any OC you see in this story are mine.

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Saguru POV

I'm never sure how much time has pass since I was kidnapped. I had kept time at the beginning by counting meals, but with all the pain causing me to black out, I'm never sure how much time has went past me. So after a while, I just stopped, not really caring anymore how many times the food comes or how much taller I'm getting, my skin slowly getting paler. I can now get Sensei to cut my hair to a scholarly length so it's manageable, so that it doesn't get in my way. (I've found that many were fond of pulling it; now they have to get closer to do so.)

I have more important things to worry about than time and appearance.

(And if I also get rid of the reminder of how long I've been separated from Sosuke-nii, it certainly helps with lessening my depression. I don't want to think about how many birthdays I've missed.)

So for me, most days pass into the next one easily, with a few interruptions that differentiate the time intervals from the other.

One of those interruptions happens now.

Blinking out of my daze at the sound of the door opening, I blink again when a bloody lump is thrown into the room.

"Enjoy your time with the other failure, 0412." is said coldly, the door closing with a slam.

Frowning, I observe the injured soul, identified as 0412.

They've definitely had better days.

The long strawberry blond hair they have it messed up and bloody, clumps forming from the liquid drying. Their skin is a bloodless pale, the kimono barely hiding it with all it wear, tears, and blood stains. It gives me a view of his left shoulder, where I can see his number tattooed, similar to where mine is. Truthfully, if I didn't hear the desperate gasps, I would have thought they were dead.

But already, I can see that my fellow 'failure' is starting to heal. If they can stay alive long enough, they should be better in about a day.

Keywords there, 'if they can'.

Frowning, I have reached a difficult choice.

I could help the other, no one knowing that I did quite easy (they could count the quick healing as being lucky). On the other hand, they could be another little brainwashed study project that didn't measure up to the teacher's expectation. Meaning I would have to deal with an annoyance that could ruin my plans.

But if they're not…

Well, I'll never know if I don't do something.

Going over to my new roommate, I turn them over.

At first, I thought they were a girl around 15 or so, just a little flat.

But when I move the ruined clothes to better assess the damage, I find myself corrected.

They are wearing boxers.

Poor guy, he's a trap.

Ignoring those thoughts, I check him over. Most of the smaller cuts are already gone, but the big ones are healing very sluggishly. Biting my right palm, I wait till the skin is broken, then swipe my blood over the cuts; one that runs horizontal across his stomach and the large gash that runs vertical along their left side, just under their arm.

The familiar blood bandages comes out of the wounds, wrapping around the wounds and finishing the healing quicker.

Interesting thing about my blood; I apparently don't have a type anymore. I know from the Bastards that I use to be AB-, but now I come across as… well, blank.

But from an accident with Sensei, I found out that I could heal others.

It had been in one of our spars, some of my blood had got into one of his cuts. We had both been startled when a ribbon of blood came out, wrapping around the wound.

I had stilled, worried by the long silence between us, before Sensei yawned, scratching his left shoulder, making the cloth covering it move, as his sash had loosen during our spar.

And I see the numbers 0164 as he turns to 'look' at something behind him.

(Turns out the experiment he was in was to create an artificial genius; it was successful, yet he did not have the firepower they desired, so they let him live to be a glorified slave.)

When we had met eyes, and I knew he would keep this secret. And that I had an ally.

He had helped me figure this new ability out, even telling me his blood type was O-. Here is so far what I have gathered.

My blood is accepted into another person's body, gaining the blood bandages for a limited amout of time, as well as purifying any toxins or another unwanted things. Unlike with me, instead of the body absorbing the bandages, once they have healed, the blood bandages turn into a powder like substance.

Of course, healing is not the only thing I can do, thanks to my lovely Hime-chan.

Watching 0412's breathing even out as he falls from unconscious into troubled sleep, I sigh, waiting for him to wake up.

Waiting for an ally or an enemy.

I have the ability to handle both.

(AN)- ... Out of curiosity, what would you all like to read in my AN's?

And did anyone capture the hint about Saguru's personality?