Tell me, do I have to point out the Disclaimer every time?
Anyways, thank you all for the support for this story; hope you all continue to enjoy it.
By the way, read the bottom AN for the Q and A for the characters!
Warning; Saguru's other 'side effect'. After all, the abused don't always end up nice, happy, and content when they grow up.
Saguru POV
"Yo, lunch for the work-o-holics in the room!" I call into the offices of the Fifth's Captain, who is working calmly with his lieutenant and third seat at the moment.
"Oh, now I remember the reason why I like you Aizen; your brother is a miracle worker in the kitchen." Shinji announces suddenly, putting the paperwork down as he rubs his hands together, a hungry glint in his eye.
"So what is the delicacy being served today, Saguru-san?" Gin asks, slightly teasing, but putting his own paperwork away to eat.
(I honestly never thought I would be friends with Gin; I would have thought he hated my brother too much to even try and get to know me. Unless I'm part of his plans... Now that's a happy thought there.)
"Hiyayakko, topped with grated ginger and soy sauce." I announce to the room as I hand each of the men a bento box. "Along with a side of onigriri with something inside I think you will each enjoy respectfully." I tell them as they open the boxes, even Sosuke interested due to his love for all things tofu.
It had been an interesting few months; after it was found out about Tomomi's condition and his rather explosive ability, the Kido Corps had scoped the guy up as soon as they could, taking him in to train the best they could.
Sensei, while his genius had been good, he just did not have the firepower to back it up. Thus he was tapped by the Academy, the school gleeful at having another teacher to lighten the load, and a genius at that.
I, on the other hand, got picked up by the Fourth, becoming the ninth seat to my surprise. Apparently, Unohana-sama was impressed and intrigued by my blood bandages. I have no arguments against this. It didn't hurt that my Kido was only improving by leaps and bounds since I got there, especially in healing. Though I am a bit peeved how the tried to separate me from my friends.
(We ruined those plans by meeting up every Sunday evening, enjoying dinner and talking about our day. At least, the parts we can talk about.)
It was also during this time that I knew I had to do something about my mind. Insane I will always be, but I need to make sure it stayed on the good side of crazy. Otherwise, they might vaporize me or something, and I so far like this new life.
(Even if it gives me shadows in under and in my eyes.)
After all, while most of my new... habits are harmless to most people, I do have one that requires a certain... Therapy.
So I decided to pick up some hobbies.
The ones I picked up happen to be cooking, ikebana and writing music.
While my cooking hobby has become a great hit due to one stubborn woman in the Fourth's kitchen and because I believe firmly in the saying 'waste not, want not' when I make to much too much, I end up sharing it with others.
My musical talent is so far unknown except to my friends and my brother. (The only reason they know is because I used to sing lullabies at them; Sosuke to calm him down from the nightmares he got when we were kids, Tomomi to comfort him after a bad day in the cell, and Sensei because he once heard me when he came to pick me up for my lesson that day. From what they say, I have a soothing voice, so lullabies are perfect for me to sing and create.)
And I plan on keeping it that way, known only to those three.
The ikebana came from Unohana; she would hold the strict flower-arranging classes, and like a sponge, I wasn't half-bad at it. Though with all the rules, I always find myself challenged, so it didn't put me off at all.
(And no, flowers are not only for girls; I happen to like the lily-pad blossoms, water-lilies and lotus, as they are properly called.)
"By the way, nice clothes; though they don't look like they're regulation." Shinji say, a teasing glint in his eye.
"I'll have you know, they are actually rather acceptable; they do not restrict my moment in any way, would not reveal my cover, and are rather conservative as well. Perfect for a ninth seat from the Fourth." I defend my clothes firmly.
My clothing is made up of a warm brown Shihakushō with a yellow undershirt, autumn maple leaves of red and black blowing in a golden wind that starts at the top of my right shoulder, swirling around my front and back, trailing all the way the end on my left side. The pants I wear with it are the same warm brown color as the rest of the piece. I also managed to find some ninja-like rusted brown colored sandals, which I loved for their comfortableness. Along with my glasses and my silver colored pendant, I don't really look like a Shinigami until you see the badge with the number four in kanji above a bell flower on my left flank.
Unohana-sama didn't mind my clothing, as I could defend it and prove I'm not breaking dress code, so nobody else's opinion should matter.
(Which was good, seeing as I had multiple Shihakushō's with the same design, just the colors changed up in each one. I particularly am fond of the black one with gold and brown leaves blowing on a crimson wind.)
Besides, some of the Captain's clothing were worse dress-code violations.
"But anyway, I got to go; people to bother, things to destroy, and idiots to heal. Je ne!" I exclaim before I leave, not hearing the, "How are you two related again?" because of the closed door.
Today seems to be good so far as I head back for the Fourth.
At least until I stop in front of our barracks.
Frowning, I take in the scene before me.
Three of my comrades, not sure of their names, are huddled together while some of the Eleventh Division Shinigami taunt and leer at them, particularly the two ladies.
Now, I may not be close to any of my comrades in the Fourth, but from the shared ikebana classes that our captain held, I at least got along well with them. Not enough to hang out after work, but good to get along during so.
But due to my own experience with bullies, (due to not having family, money, poor clothing, excreta) then coupled with the scientists who tortured me when I was helpless, my patience for bullies…
"Damn, the Fourth division really doesn't amount to much, they're so weak; why don't you all go clean or something while we do the real work." Is sneered, causing one of my fellow division members, a new recruit if I'm remembering her right, to sniffle, looking a second away from tears.
…Is nonexistent.
They all feel my energy before they see me; my comrades freezing while the bullies from the Eleventh stiffen.
Turning around, they finally see me.
I smile the Retsu smile, letting the insanity and blood lust in my aura come out to play.
"Oh, some fun so soon? I do enjoy a show with my sake." my Zanpakuto purred, the glee in her voice most sadistic.
There is a very good reason why Ryu-chan's name means Bloody Demise. She is after all the other part of my soul.
"So you want to see what the Fourth division can amount to, hmm?" I say to the stunned overgrown brutes, "I can show you, if you like." I say sweetly, my Spiritual Energy spiking, focused on the tormentors and leaving my fellow division members alone.
I don't even bother letting them answer, focusing some of my energy into my index fingers, the using them to cut into the other palm, letting the blood flow quick to make the bandages appear.
Something else I learned in the last few months; controlling my blood. While I can only make bandages with it, I saw what a certain show did with energy strings (cough/Naruto/cough). And while I'm picking and choosing on what to help me from my mass knowledge of manga, I've got plenty of ideas.
Some I would be quite happy to perform. And look, I got a few guinea pigs right before me.
This should be fun… for me at least, as with a quick shunpo and manipulation of my blood, I have the bastards bound up and trapped.
Time for me to let lose a little bit and precede with my Therapy.
(AN)- Okay, first lets get the Omake out of the way.
1st Person POV, Saguru
Time: During the last few months
Omake
Warily, I enter my captain's office, slightly worried why I was called.
"Good day Aizen-san, please sit down." She says with a smile, calming me a bit. It's not the smile of murder, just the 'need-to-talk' smile.
"It has been brought to my attention that you are not wearing the Shinigami uniform correctly." She starts, her eyes eyeing my Shihakushō, this one red with a black and gold leaves on a bronze colored wind, the undershirt brown. It was merely one out of a variety of different colors that I had bought from a patrol (that I was actually allowed on) out in the outer districts of Soul Society. Apparently, the shop keeper was going out of business, so she had to sell everything, and cheaply too as she really couldn't afford to be stingy at the moment.
(Me thinks it had something to do with the fact that the local fat ass stared at her like she was his next meal; the clothing in the shop was beautiful and it shouldn't have been doing as poorly as it was, as the district was rather well off. Then there was the way that the bastard always offered to take care of her, so she wouldn't have to worry about it and that she should just join him in marriage already. I only saw it once and it made me want to clock him a good one, so I can't help but respect the lady when she was ever so polite.)
I had browsed for a bit till I had found the selection of the Shihakushō's with the blowing maples. When I saw them, I felt such longing and wistfulness, that I had to buy them all.
It was a good thing they were so cheap, otherwise I would have been broke.
(The cheapness may have been due to the fact that I offered her a job in the Fourth's kitchens; Oba-san has been complaining about how they needed more help after all. Both had been delighted at the turn of events, and the food, especially the desserts, have been turning out great.)
Anyways, back to the matter at hand.
"Am I wearing it wrong, Unohana-Taicho? I'm sure I'm following all the rules." I say with a cheery smile.
Unohana merely raises an eyebrow.
"Could you elaborate on that please?" She finally asks.
"Well, as a ninth seat, I do not have to worry about the lack of color and other restricted rules required for fifth seat or higher. I am merely required to wear a Shihakushō that is conservative, does not impede or restrict me in any shape, size, or form, and that it is to be worn correctly." I answered like a good little minion. I had at first read the rules to see what I would have to alter about my uniforms, hoping that I might get away with the color if I follow everything else, (After all, the captains get away with a hell of a lot more) to find that I was Scot free. Due to being ninth seat, and with no hope of ever going higher the sixth, I could happily wear my choice of clothing as long as I followed the few rules of dress code that I did have.
It made me want to cackle.
Of course, unless my Captain disagrees with my clothing, then I'm screwed.
She stares at me considerably while I hold my breath, hoping she'll let me. When her smile relaxes and she nods, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"I see, as long as you follow the rules, you may keep on as you are. You are dismissed." She tells me.
And with a bow I leave, managing to hold in my grin till the door closes.
Success!
Okay, now for the Q and A!
Q: I wonder if Sousuke is ever going to include Saguru to his plans... and what Saguru would do from there?
A: Sosuke- "At this point I am uncertain if I should; Saguru-kun would probably disagree with a few of my projects. But then again, the future is also unclear, so we shall see.
Saguru- I honestly doubt Sosuke-nii will involve me; but if he did, I probably would say no... but I also probably won't give him away or turn him in. I guess I'll just be neutral?
Q: Why does Tomomi not seem to know a lot of things? Like the Shower? Was he born in the laboratories or was he just brought there at a young age? ...Or is he just adorably clueless?
A: Tomomi- Oh, well I was quite young when I went to the labs, but I lived in District 70 before that, so the luxury I find in Seireitei is rather amazing.
Q: I keep trying to picture Saguru but I can only see Aizen. How different do they look? I know they're twins and all that but what sets to two apart other than personality?
A: Saguru- First, our eye colors are different; I have honey brown, while Sosuke's is chocolate brown. My hair is a little bit longer, only about a centimeter, but also a bit messier, compared to my brother's neat hair. I also look constantly tired, no matter how much sleep I had the previous night, while my brother can sleep for an hour and still look like roses. I can't seem to lose that pale-peach color my skin tone is, so my brother looks darker due to that. I have a jagged scar that starts from where the right side of my neck and collar bone meet, the raised skin going down a path past the middle of my torso, till it ends with a slight tilt on the left side of my hip. Most of it is usually hidden under my clothing, but the tip of it is still able to be seen a little. My clothing has already been described, as have my glasses, which I actually need...
Though we look quite similar, a good second look shows that I pale in comparison to my brother in the looks department.
Q: What is with Saguru and cleaning?
A: Sensei- Saguru-san does not wish to talk about this, so I am in place to answer it as best I can. The facility that imprisoned us, while keeping well stocked labs and making sure that they were clean enough to conduct experiments without contamination, did not really care about the conditions in other places. Saguru and Tomomi had to stay in a rather unclean environment, and if they did leave, they would come with me to the training room, which wasn't much better with how many people died there, the evidence on the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.
But what was worst about the whole place was the smell. No matter how much anyone had tried, the smell of chemicals and blood was literally soaked into the place.
I admit, I too like keeping my place clean.
Well, that's it! Hope everyone enjoyed it!