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Warning: Saguru's mouth

Saguru POV

"You mother-fucker, why don't you just stay still!"

Today is the day of evaluations; Kisuke will spar to evaluate Sensei and Tomomi separately, while Shinji is the one sparing me.

(Please say to the Spirit King that he won't use his inverted world technique. I just know I'll throw up if he does.)

While I find it weird how I'm the only one not going against the Twelfth Captain, I shrug it off. The grinning Shinigami is probably suspicious of me as Sosuke's twin, so he most likely wants to see if I'm a threat or not.

My evaluation was first, meaning Tomomi and Sensei were able to observe with the others watching; The Fourth's lovely Captain and Lieutenant, Tessei, Captain Commander, and the Fifth's lieutenant and third seat.

No pressure, right?

When the fight started, me and the grinning blond circled each other, me frowning as we did so.

Now, if this were a real fight, I would head for the hills, hiding behind anything available to me. But as this is a spar…

I make the first move. This is when he starts dodging all my hits, making me frustrated.

Which is when my habit comes out.

You see, I tend to get rather….

"What the fuck you shit eating jerk off! I sure as damn got you that time!"

…Vocal…

It started happening with my training with Sensei; I would get so frustrated that I got sloppy, getting my ass handed to me.

It got so annoying and frustrating once that I cursed the old man out, catching the guy off guard and calming me down at the same time.

Forget my blood bandages, cursing is my real secret power.

And funnily enough, it actually catches the blond off guard a few times with my more creative curses, allowing me to get a hit on him a few times.

It's so satisfying.

"You sure do have a mouth on ya, don't ya?" he mutters loud enough for me to hear.

"You fucking well know it!" I call out with a grin myself.

Damn, but I feel great!

"Good to have confidence in yourself. Lets see how long it'll last." the Captain of the Fifth say, starting to unsheathe his sword.

"Oh shit." I say dumbly, my hand going to my own sword.

I am not going into an inverted world. Nope, nope, fucking nope.

"Finally! I get to have some fun. Handle me well, Saguru-chan." Hime says to me, her excitement rising.

"Gotcha; so Bleed, Ryūketsu no Shūen." I think in my mind to Hime (now Ryu)-chan.

For someone whose name means bloody demise, she sure is fun and playful. Makes it kind of morbid in a way.

Unsealing both of my Tanto's, to the surprise of many, I quickly intercept Shinji from his own Shikai, stopping him from awaking the blade, as well as giving him a slight nick on his arm.

"Call it a match?" I can't help but ask hopefully, knowing I was only stalling.

His grin grows bigger.

I'm doomed.

Soon, I'm pretty sure he's just playing around with me, cuts here and there all over my body while he only has a few on his arms.

Damn it, most of the blood on the bastard is from when he slashed me, getting dotted with my life-source. The only consolation is that he seems tired as well.

Annoyingly so, I also get this weird buzzing feeling in my body, kind of similar to when I put my blood in Tomomi's or Sensei's cuts to heal them.

Wonderful; I'm probably going to heal the bastard after this fight on accident. Scowling, I can't help the flash of annoyance and frustration that comes out, my Spiritual Energy acting with it.

This is when it gets strange.

A few of the cuts on the blond's arms seems to suddenly bleed rapidly, causing the man to gasp. It's obvious that while it's not causing him pain, it isn't quite comfortable either.

It's when I see a familiar ribbon shooting toward me that I realize he's not bleeding.

It's my blood bandages forming.

I naturally catch the ribbon, surprised as I notice a few other, not as long, ribbons tighten around the Captain's arms, making it to where his hands and sword are bound.

Looking back on it now, my blood never did land in any cuts of those who I felt negatively towards; while I was annoyed at Sensei, I was more concerned about his wound in the fight, as he was my friend before a frustration.

So, it seems my bandages aren't just defensive.

But back to the action.

"How in the fuck did I do that…" I say dumbly, as it's the only thing I can think to say.

"Don't know, but can you get these off me?" is my reply from the bound blond.

"Not sure how to." I answer back hesitantly.

"What do you mean you're not sure! Isn't this your ability?!"

"That I've only used for healing! How the hell am I suppose to know it could be used for bondage." I yell back.

I realize too late how that sounds by the sudden grin appearing on Shinji's face.

"Kinky, aren't you? Though you're not my type; prefer more curves, if you get what I mean."

"I did not mean it that way! Besides, you're not my type either!" I declare, scowling.

"Ah, I'm hurt."

"Screw you!"

"No thank ya."

"Eh! You asshole!"

"So, what is your type?" Shinji askes, a shit eating grin on his face.

A pause comes over the entire area.

"…What? Why do you even care?" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, moving my new glasses up in the progress. They're slim, rectangular dark tortoise shell framed, with the glass lightly tinted and a bronzed chain lanyard attached to it tightly so I don't lose them.

As for my taste… I've learned not to hate, but to damn well appreciate.

(Though I doubt I'll be joining any dating sites; I know I'll probably never be able to handle a relationship, never able to really trust a stranger.)

To my surprise, I feel the bandage in my hand dissolve into the familiar powder.

Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out how to work this. Should be fun.

"Yeah, I'm calling it a day. Later!" I say, going up into the stands without another word, just to sit by Sensei, who slaps me on the back in comfort, picking up my mood. Tomomi looks over in concern, to which I give a wry smile.

What a day for evaluations.

(AN)- Yeah, no pairing for Saguru. Reason why? I'm bi-sexual. Saguru is a self-insert. Get the idea? I rather not get flames from both sides.

I also don't want to take away from the story by getting into romance, because this story just doesn't need it. Like the Bleach manga and anime isn't focused on romance, this story isn't either.

Besides, with all the issues Saguru has, he probably won't be able to handle dating, he doesn't have the trust to. And with the risk of getting attached then heart broken...

That could destroy him.

Though that doesn't mean he won't have crushes.

(Now if you want, when I do Omake request, you can request Saguru/? or Fem!Saguru/? if you want. It won't be canon for this story, but it'll be there for your enjoyment.)