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Warning: ... Saguru being himself?

Saguru POV

So, I seemed to have developed quite a reputation.

"Why the hell of all things do they call me the evil twin! I swear, no imagination these days!" I exclaim. (You say it jokingly one time and everyone runs off with it!)

Seems the multiple times I've used the Eleventh Division (and select other members of other divisions) as training for control over my bandages has spread in the local gossip. (If they would just leave well enough alone, there wouldn't be multiple times.) Add that with the rumors of my instability and sadistic nature (which is kind of true) I've become known as the darker brother, the bloody sibling, the evil twin.

The irony is not lost on me. In fact, I find it rather funny, especially when the officers I've tried it out on twitch, edge away from me and even shiver as I pass.

But really, couldn't they have called me something better? Come up with something that wasn't cliche?

"When you two are compared, everyone always thinks 'good' twin and 'evil' twin naturally. Just accept it and move on; and help file these documents as well." Harunobu Ogidō, the eighth seat of our division, and my current partner at the moment, says as he hands me some files to sort out for the Archive. Sighing, I take it from him, picking my glasses up from where they were laying on my chest, and putting them on as I read over the documents.

(Out of all the things I get delegated to work on, I have to admit that while organizing the Archive is boring, I would prefer nothing else; after all, it confirms many things for me about the time line.)

"Besides, I know the personnel in the Fourth don't think you're evil." he adds.

"Just mad, right?" I say dryly.

"Well, yes, but they respect you greatly, especially your Kido; it's only gotten better since you've joined us." He answers, smiling at me.

"Which doesn't say much, as I didn't know a verse from a poem in the beginning." I point out dryly. I can only improve on a subject when I know nothing about it. (Manga/anime knowledge does help in learning Kido; they leave way too much stuff out.)

He does however have a point; ever since I first defended my fellow officers, I've become the go to guy for when the bullying starts, as I'm much more approachable as the ninth seat and can handle the idiots disturbing the peace. The fact that I also heal the idiots up afterwards doesn't hurt the respect either, as it's obvious that I don't like them one bit.

But as a member of the Fourth, I have to be professional and help every idiot that does something stupid and gets hurt doing it. That I'm the one injuring them in the first place just shows they must have done something idiotic to earn my wrath.

"By the way, how has your technique been coming along? The blood ribbons, as you call them." Ogido asked, genuinely curious.

"Bandages. Eh, it's coming; I've gotten full manipulation of the blood, and can even use it now to wrap a person up, tightening it the best I can. Though I can't turn it into anything else besides the bandages." I say with a sigh.

It would have been awesome if I could make anything with my blood, like swords or shields, but unfortunately I can't seem to work it like that. The few times I tried, I just made the bandages either thinner or thicker.

So no swords of blood for me. (Damn it!)

And I unfortunately can't manipulate other people's blood unless some of my blood is in them. I can though actually sense anyone who has blood in them, as I can feel their blood pulse, but unless there is some of my blood in them, I can't do anything with it.

But once my blood does enter their system, I can use it how I wish. If I want to, I can cleanse their blood stream of poisons, toxins, and heal their organs and anything else the blood can reach. I can also help with blood lost, as my blood regenerates at speeds that are frankly shocking.

This also allows me to capture a target alive, as I'm not draining them of blood to catch them. I could if I wanted to, but it actually takes more energy to stop the regenerating process then to just let it be.

So yeah, I've been having fun figuring this all out.

And it's been letting me relax my control on my aura as well.

Because while my brother is good at faking nice (really, how does no one besides Shinji and Gin see it?), I'm good at faking sane. While my hobbies are keeping me on the good side of mental instability, the release I get from being sadistic on the brutes and bullies helps me not have to bottle it up.

Because if there is one thing every TV show, manga, movie, book, and other media tell us is that holding things in can cause explosions. It just depends if it'll involve your mind, body parts, or immortal soul that burns.

So their pain that I give isn't only a lesson to them, but great Therapy for me.

Good for me, bad for them. Because while the battle nuts are used to blood lust and anger in fights, the presence of insanity is a whole other diseased breed of animal compared.

Slightly like comparing territorial wolves to a rabid bear that's been starved purposely, then set lose. Yeah, not a pretty picture, is it?

Then again, my sanity is no where near pretty; it's just covered in lots and lots of makeup and sparkles to make it look like it is.

"By the way, few of our comrades are going out later after work for drinks; want to come?" The oblivious lady killer asks, looking curious.

"Will you drop the files and enjoy yourself?" I ask with a raise eyebrow.

"…We'll need to get this done before we can go then." He says sheepishly.

I can't help but let an amused huff escape me. Why was it that most of the people I surround myself with were work-o-holics?

The world will probably never know.

(AN)- So, this story is technically 20 chapters strong. I figured I should celebrate that. So, Omake Request Time!

Pick a number between 1 and 100, and I'll have the random number generator pic it out! Guest reviews must put their Omake idea in their review for it to count.

Good luck!