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Warning: Saguru's instability; some of the side effects from his stay at the labs.

Saguru POV

Sleep

I take a deep breath, ignoring the person following me at this time at night. I know I'm probably being suspicious, I would be too if some unknown was walking about at some Spirit forsaken time in the night. But at this point, I really don't care.

I can't sleep. Haven't sense they separated me from Tomomi and Sensei.

I know they're looking into Tomomi's power, trying to finger out his situation, the same with Sensei. I know because I've been going through the same thing as well, all of them trying to finger us out.

(Personally, I think they're trying to drive me to an even deeper pit of insanity; especially with all the damn poking and prodding and scientists.)

Really, I've been trying to stay on my best behavior, but as I can't sleep by myself anymore (the nightmares get too real for me) I'm a bit crabby.

So after dealing with a particularly annoying scientist, I may have cursed the Shinigami out, then kicked them out.

I then preceded in leaving the building, deciding on a walk to hopefully calm me down. (My lovely Ryu-hime has been most helpful in that regard.)

That was quite a few hours ago.

Sighing, I run my hand through my clean hair (I take showers everyday, occasionally twice or thrice if I have to… they calm me down) looking around to see where I wondered.

...

Huh, isn't this near the Fifth Division?

...

To the Spirit King, I really shouldn't think when I'm sleep deprived; I get ideas of the strange verity.

Heading to the Fifth, I sneak into the Barracks, which is surprisingly easy; you'd think the sleeping Shinigami would be better protected, with what the Second Division does and is known for.

Ignoring that and my stalker, I search out for a familiar signature.

Ah, there he is.

Going over to a door on the far end of the hall, I check to see if the door is unlocked.

To my surprise, I find not only is it unlocked, but that's its because the door is a bit broken. Something tells me that there is an interesting story behind that. Something I plan to find out.

But that's for later.

Going into the room, I see the occupant is awake, though looking like they just did so, as they start to leave their bed.

Crap, I didn't mean to wake him up, watching those slightly sleepy chocolate brown eyes stare into my own.

"Saguru-kun, everything alright?" My brother says, a concerned frown on his face.

Now I feel a little awkward. Maybe I should just leave?

"Sosuke-nii, can I sleep here tonight?"

Apparently, my sleep starved brain has other ideas.

(After all, Sosuke makes me feel safe.)

Sosuke looked a bit taken off guard, but then his brown eyes soften, "You can stay as long as you need. You want the left side, I take the right?" He asked, motioning to his bed.

"Like old times." I can't help but say, a tired smile on my face.

That night, sleeping next to my brother, was some of the best sleep I've had in a century.

Food

So, I've found the kitchens in the fourth.

Turns out, the kitchen staff can range from regular souls to Shinigami. It has a busy air to it, but the souls there laugh and joke, gossip let loose from running tongues.

And somehow, I'm able to join in on it.

(I was just looking for a snack, of course I wasn't hiding from those lovely officers from the Twelfth.)

"So, I wait for the water to boil, then add the spices?" I ask, hopefully holding the correct spice. The cooks chuckles, taking the bottle from my hand, and handing me the correct one. Damn it all to the Spirits, I thought I got it that time.

"Correct. Can you tell me what comes after?" The young woman says, a kind smile on her face, her eyes fond as she looks at me.

Apparently, I remind the lady of her beloved great grandchild; and she looks like she's in her 30's.

(Soul Society; never guess someone's age, because you most likely won't get it right and will risk a face plant.)

I think it's because of this that the lady wishes to have me learn to cook, as she's always scolding me to come more often to learn.

I don't mind, to be truthful; not only do I learn a useful skill, but I satisfy my paranoia by knowing what exactly is going in my food.

(And I also might enjoy being treated like another soul, and not an accident waiting to happen.)

Clean

All I can hear is the sound of scrubbing, which can probably be heard all around the room; maybe able to echo slightly into the halls just a short distance. It is a constant sound, accompanied with a smell of lemons and soap. It is a pleasant smell to me, one which I use the most.

(The labs always smelled strong of chemicals; even my cell carried the stench.)

"He hasn't stopped since last night."

There's another spot.

" I heard he lashes out with his aura at anyone who tries to stop him."

Oh, I missed one right there too.

"Do you know why he's doing this?"

Damn it! It just won't come out.

"Apparently, he does this every time after those Twelfth Division officers leave. Unless he leaves to walk around, then when he comes back he cleans."

Scrubbing harder with the brush in my hand, I soon wipe that stain out of existence

"So wait, does he clean the room from top to bottom? Even the ceiling?"

Ha! Screw you stain, I win!

"He does; and he doesn't let anyone help, only one person is able to get through to him when he gets like this."

Blinking, I snap my head up from my work when I feel a familiar energy.

"Who is-oh, good morning Aizen-sama!"

Looking around, I blink when I see the light coming in through the window, a frown coming over my face.

"Good morning; I've just come to check in on my brother. Is he awake?"

Wasn't it evening when I started?

"Yes, and he's in one of those moods again."

Oh.

"I see; I better go quickly then. Tell the Twelfth that my brother will not be able to see them today."

I did it again; I had another of my cleaning frenzies.

"Saguru-kun."

Looking up, I see my brother who is eyeing my hands worriedly. Looking down at them to see what has my brother so worried, I see that they've been rubbed raw.

It looks like I got carried away again.

Then again, nothing can be too clean.

I know I am not well, but at least I'm on the road to get there.

(AN)- Not sure about writing in this style, but I wanted to give it a try and it just worked for me (or at least for this chapter).

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