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Saguru POV
When we got topside, I was nearly blinded.
"Holy mother fucker, damn the light, I don't remember the fucking sun being this bright!" I cursed as I fiercely rubbed my eyes, trying and failing to get rid of the spots, as they watered. I had backed into the building I had just exited, more colorful words strolling out of my mouth and into everyone's ears.
"My, Saguru-chan, I believe you just rhymed." Hime-chan decides to chime in, her giggles not helping my headache.
"Not fucking helping, Hime." I reply mentally to my Zanpakuto, which just makes me wince in pain.
Before I could curse some more, and scar the people around me even worst, I heard from Tomomi.
"Saguru-sama, are you alright!" he cried out, worry making his voice higher, sealing the fact that he was a true trap.
"Damn it, I almost got blinded. Sensei, Tomomi, make sure you cover your eyes before going out." I explained, before warily pulling my knuckles away from my eyes.
(Note to self; dim artificial lighting has nothing on the sun.)
This time, I tore some of the cloth from my already ruined clothing, using it to shade my eyes. Hearing two following rips from my comrades (at least, I thinks its from them), I slowly go outside again.
And while my eye sight is limited and tears fall due to the still too bright light, I have a general idea where to walk. We still have to rely on the kindness of the Shinigami leading us, but they're rather helpful, especially to Tomomi, as he seems like an innocent, harmless little girl.
(I'm willing to buy the innocence, bombs make harmless go off the table, and no way is he a she.)
After me nearly losing my sight, we get shuffled off to others, who directs us to go with those people, who tell us to head for this area, where the personal there tell us to wait with the others who got out.
(Organized, thy name is not Shinigami.)
So here we are, in a group with five other experiments that naturally separated from some of the quiet, whimpering scientists who put up no fight.
Those who did, were either subdued or killed outright.
But the most sweetest part of the experience is when the old bitch, Zora, is hand-cuffed and has Kido Seals placed all over her.
Justice will be served.
After everything seems to be wrapped up, with a few teams exploring the compound to see if there is anymore surprises, the attention is now fully placed on us.
Talk about feeling under the magnifying glass.
They obviously notice the divide in the groups, and can obviously see the differences (one group is clean and dressed well, the other not so much), so I'm not surprised when they drag us numbered off separately from our tormentors.
Then starts the interrogation.
They ask us questions as a group, our spokes persons being chosen from the group of five due to the majority opinion. They answer hesitantly, carefully, and quite unsure.
I watch the survey going on with distant interest, (only because boredom for me is considered staring at my cell wall hours on end) as well as some of of Hime-chan's sarcastic remarks. At least this room is shaded for our sensitive eyes, so we don't have to cover them.
"What about you three? Do you agree with your fellow survivors?" Is suddenly directed at us.
"We had a much different experience then they have." I answer simply, my facial expression pleasant but not exactly friendly.
"How exactly was it different for you?" the Shinigami and his assistant look interested, probably wondering what information I can provide, since I'm not a stuttering wreak.
"Those five are favored, the successes, the experiments that exceeded expectations or met them, earning the higher ups favor. Sen-san here is also favored, but is considered 'servant' instead of 'success'." I explain, motioning to Sensei when I talk about him.
"As for me and Tomomi…" I can't keep the grim shadows of dark memories from leaking onto my face, evidenced by the reapers stiffening postures.
"…We were considered the failures that could be potentially useful." I finished, the bitterness cool and icy in my voice.
Needless to say, after a few more questions, we were sent to the 4th, where the group of five went to the bigger room while we took a smaller one, despite the Shinigami trying to separate us into equal groups.
Like that was going to happen.
"Oh dear sweet Spirit King, is that a bathroom." I exclaim, heading straight for the other door in the room.
What I see has me nearly in tears.
"It has a shower." I say with utter reverence. Turning to the other two, I see Sensei looking amused, while Tomomi just looks confused.
"Do either of you want to go first." I ask, because they are my friends/allies, they deserve the choice.
"You can go first, Saguru-san. I'll explain what a shower is to Tomomi." He says, the amused look on his face the last thing I see as I rush for the call of hot, cleaning water. I have never hurried so much in taking off my clothes before, though I do have enough of my mind to gently place my pendant down on the cabinet.
Can I just say, showers are the most wonderful, beautiful things in the world, practically a spiritual experience unto themselves?
After just enjoying it for a bit, I then start to clean myself, ignoring how dark and red the water gets as I do so.
When I start to feel like I'm going to clean myself out of existence, I give myself one last scrub down and rinse before I get out.
Sighing as I turn off the shower, I get out and dry myself off with a towel I find on the rack, my eyes trailing around the room till they land on a fogged up mirror.
I have to admit I hesitated, just for a bit. I take a breath in, before letting it out in a big gust.
Time to see the damage.
Going over to it, I take the towel I was using and wipe off the water that has collected on it from the steam, swift and quickly, so I can not back out.
To my surprise, the damage isn't too bad.
Sure, I have some slight discoloring under my dark honey colored eyes from little sleep, but my skin isn't really pale, so it doesn't stand out too much. In fact, my skin is a slightly pale peach now, which can easily be remedied by going out into the sun more. My hair, as it is still a little wet, sticks to my neck, letting me know that I need to cut my bangs again. I do so, as there are some scissors, along with a few other hair care products in the cabinet drawer. After that's done, my hair looks how it used to before the nightmare, if just a bit messier than my youth.
Finally, I take in my chest.
Most of my scars have healed due to my ability, but that means that my one and only scar is out for display.
I had got it for disobedience; the infraction, that I don't even remember, deemed not terrible enough to take my pendant away, but completely open for torture.
(Can you imagine the stability of my mind that I preferred the pain over the lost of a piece of jewelry?)
The experience had proven that while my body heals at an amazing rate and makes me have a good recovery time, it still takes time for it to happen. And when something interrupts the process, most of the healing is directed first at the older wounds, the newer injuries left to wait.
The result of the experience is the scar that starts from where the right side of my neck and collar bone meet, the raised skin going jaggedly down a path past the middle of my torso, till it ends with a slight tilt on the left side of my hip.
It's certainly impressive.
Sighing, I look past the scar and check the condition of the rest of my body.
Over all, not bad, though I could stand to gain a pound or two; my stomach is looking a bit too flat for my comfort.
(When I was at my low points, I would sometimes think darkly on how I probably would have looked without my healing ability. Then again, I would probably be dead and dissolved by now if I didn't have it.)
Though I can't help but be thankful to Sensei; due to him, I still have muscle on my bones.
Giving into a long held in sigh, I put my pendant back on after I clean it a bit, eyeing my clothes.
Yeah, they need to burn.
Or maybe I can have Tomomi explode them; now that's a happy thought. I push them off to the side with my foot for now, in a little corner where I can forget they exist.
Wrapping the towel around my waist and securing the knot, I exit the bathroom, looking around the room I'm sharing with the others.
"The Shinigami left us some cloths, Saguru-sama." Tomomi pipes up, handing me over what looks like the hospital gown version of a kimono; it's plain, easy to remove and move around to examine a patient, and smells like cleanness.
As I was looking the clothing over, Tomomi takes his own and goes into the shower to probably wash himself. This is confirmed when I hear the shower start to run. Never used a shower, and already knows how to work it from Sensei's explanation. Shows Sensei is a good teacher or that Tomomi is just that smart; maybe both?
Putting on my new clothing for now, I can't keep back a yawn.
"Go on Saguru-san, you get some sleep. Tomomi and I can take things from here." Sensei says with a crooked twist to his lips ( I think that counts as a smile from him).
After eyeing him for a bit, I say tiredly, "Make sure you two sleep as well, alright? Don't need either of you exhausted come morning, okay?"
"Of course, Saguru-san. Good night." is the last thing I hear as my head meets my pillow, my own exhaustion taking me over and shoving me into sleep.
(AN)- To guest TBG- Glad to hear it. And it's a Trap, of course someone is going to fall for it.
To Guest- Always good to hear that, I plan to keep uploading chapters till this story is done.