I point out the disclaimer that resides in my summery. By the way, should I just put a general warning for Saguru?

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Saguru POV

"I did not just break down in public, wailing like a baby. In front of Shinigami no less. Please tell me I didn't." I mumble from around my face palm, the cloud of doom floating around me.

"No, you weren't wailing; you were sobbing." My brother, curse him, looks like a million yen, not even a little red around the eyes like I am.

(And as I am otherwise occupied, I have no clue that my brother gives the crowd a warning look, making sure no one comments.)

"You suck." I tell him after I remove my hand from my face, glaring at him weakly. My eyes hurt and the fuzziness isn't helping my already bad vision.

"You only told me not to tell you that you were 'wailing like a baby', which I merely corrected." He says, a smirk on his face.

We had, after a bit, calmed down and pulled away from each other, just enjoying the other's presence, not really needing to speak.

Then I noticed the crowd we gathered. With captains spotted here and there.

Hence my words.

"Ai- Saguru-san, while it is good that you have been reunited with family, you still need to be examined." The Badass Beauty that is Retsu-sama says, her smile luckily soft and not dangerous.

"Examined?" Sosuke asks frowning, looking me up from head to toe, looking for injury. His eyes briefly stop at my neck, where my only scar slightly peaks out.

His eyes harden.

(I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know someone is going to die and do so painfully.)

"I'll explain later." I say, seeing the theories already crossing those eyes, "You're probably busy at the moment, so get that taken care of, then we can meet up again." the words are weak coming from me, as I sure as hell don't want my twin anywhere out of my sight.

He seems about to argue, before a familiar grinning Captain walks up, calling for my brother.

It takes me a minute to place him, before it clicks.

The future leader of the Visored looks weird with long hair. And what is with his bangs?

"Oi, Aizen-san, what was the hurry? Hi-" The man cuts off, seeing me.

"There are two of ya?" He sounds troubled.

Should I?

I grin evilly, making a few others in the crowd back away.

I should.

"Hello Shinigami-san, I am the evil twin Sosuke has sought to contain, only to fail for I am finally free! I seek to steal all the tofu and destroy every boiled egg-" I'm cut off by Sosuke, who takes his chance to smack me over the head.

"What have I said about tall tales?"

"The term you are looking for my good twin is bullshitting; Don't try not calling it as it is; in fact, say it with me; Bull, then Shit. Got that?"

"I understood the first time." my twin replies, voice drier then the desert.

"Good, now go run along with your Taicho and have fun doing…what do you do? Never mind, I can't keep the medic waiting." Smile grower weaker at the last part, I pat the lieutenant my brother has become on the shoulder, before facing the most badass medic to ever live, and my accomplices.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Unohana-sama." I apologize to her.

"It is no problem; it's nice to see family reunited here, instead of taken away." She says, a calm smile on her face as she assesses me.

Well, that's a slightly morbid way of looking at it.

(She's still epic.)

"Your crush on her is amusing; wonder how she'll react to it?" My Hime-chan decides to chime in, her voice amused and teasing.

"It's not a crush; it's a crazed admiration of the badassery that makes up her being, which a soul such as I not only acknowledge, but bow down to." I correct my sword's spirit.

I can feel the sweat drop from here.

"Saguru-sama…" gets my attention, making me look over at Tomomi, who looks at me curiously, Sensei behind him looking amused.

(Wow, my two friends must have followed me and saw everything. That's slightly awkward... And now Sensei has blackmail... Fuck.)

"That man who looked like you… was he your reason?" the deceiving beauty asks, eyes wide, curious, and ensnaring the crushes of those we pass.

My hand goes to my pendant naturally at the question, my eyes glazing a bit as I remember a conversation in a dirty cell.

-Flashback

"Saguru-Ue, why are you so different?" I hear asked one day as we eat. (I twitch at the honorific; I have to come up with a way to get rid of it and soon.)

Swallowing, I raise an eyebrow at Tomomi, who blushes and hurries to elaborate.

"It's just… I've seen others come and go all the time, yet none of them have the… strength you do. It's as if everything the scientist throw at you is barely grains of sand, the way you recover so fast. You're still so… full of… life." He says, grasping for the right words at the end.

Frowning thoughtfully, I think on my answer for a bit.

"… I'm not sane, haven't been for a while, despite my jokes and smiles; never forget that. No one who takes this kind of crap 24/7 can come out well." I explain slowly, still thinking.

"But… if you have a reason, you can use that insanity to your advantage, because here's the thing about breaking a person: you never know how exactly they'll break. Sometimes you'll be fully crushed, a fine powder of the person you once were. Or your could even just be a little cracked, not enough damage to fully put you out of commission.

But then there are those who shatter, the shards of who they are sharp and spread out. You can collect as much as you can, but you'll always be missing something, just that one thing that completes a soul. When that happens, the person can go out of their mind because of that something missing, having no reason or thought. But if you have a reason, you find the missing thing not so bad, in fact tolerable.

I have a reason, so I can't let the missing pieces get to me." I finish, taking the last bite of my tasteless meal.

It's quiet for a bit, Tomomi looking at me, staring thoughtfully.

"This reason sounds special." He finally say.

I smile wistfully, a familiar smirking face in mind, "He is." I say, fingering my necklace.

-Flashback End

"He is." I echo my past self, a crooked, yet true, smile crossing my face.

(AN)- Yeah, Saguru was the kid that would tell others scary stories and tall tales, tricking them and generally screwing with other's minds. He especially enjoyed doing so to the drunks that would come to the bar.

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