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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Inuyasha..."
The voice echoed from somewhere high above him. Groaning, the hanyou clamped his hands over his ears and rolled over. Whatever it was, he was too tired to deal with it. He had too much to do already. All he wanted was a few hours of sleep. Just a little bit of rest, and then he would go and see what was going on.
"Inuyasha... wake up..."
Muttering a vicious curse, he dragged himself up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"The hell you want from me, dammit?" he grumbled. "Can't you see I'm -"
The scathing remark was cut short as his surroundings came into sudden, sharp focus. He sat on a pile of dead leaves, dumped into one corner of what could be no more than a rickety shed. A thick layer of dirt coated the single rectangular window above his right shoulder. The wooden door of the six foot square room sported large jagged cracks where the beams hung loosely together, and as he rushed to his feet, Inuyasha could see dim light and shifting shadows beyond them. Mild panic overcame him as he reached for the wooden door handle.
Where am I...? his thoughts raced. Last thing I remember... is... a garage...?
He flung the door wide. "What the..."
Large ruby colored eyes blinked up at him from a tiny, pale face. The kit couldn't have been more than ten, if even that. She sat before a campfire, the only light in the little clearing, her back against the nearest tree as she watched him move. Her skinny little figure was shrouded by long wavy hair, her back slumped and chin jutted forward. Small pointed canines peeked from between her lips as she gnawed the end of a blade of long grass. Inuyasha looked skyward. Grand sweeping elms reached up toward a moonless sky. They were completely surrounded by depthless darkness. Eyes narrowing, he strode toward the girl that was now shifting in yet another nest of dry leaves.
"So you're finally awake."
Her voice was impossibly high pitched. It frightened him, somehow. There was something very wrong with this creature with the strangely ancient eyes. She peered up at him like a timid wood elf, but something told him that he should probably be the one feeling unnerved at that moment.
"Where am I?" he grunted, cringing as she gave him a jagged little smile.
"Nowhere," was her vague reply, "and everywhere. Come. Have some water."
He took the jug she held out to him without hesitation. The water slid down the back of his parched throat, nearly choking him in his haste. Wiping the spill from his lips and chucking the pitcher back, he continued to stare at the girl warily.
"You don't have to look at me like that, you know," she hissed with a frown. "You should be thanking me. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be dead right now. Here I was, minding my own business, when that stupid cat demon came and dropped you smack in the center of my forest. 'He's got a fever,' she said. 'Take care of him,' she said. I swear, if you weren't the dumb little brother of that sexy man-beast..."
"Sesshoumaru?" he interrupted, charging forward. "What's he got to do with this? Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?!"
The creepy little face smiled up at him again. "You're in my forest, of course. Well, not really. I'm getting ahead of myself. First of all, my name is Poteto, but you can call me P-chan! I'm one of the one hundred and thirty-six guardians of the Hell Gates."
"P-potato...?" Inuyasha muttered incredulously.
"Is that funny?"
Her eyes flashed dangerously as she began to rise, and he took a quick step backward. The weird little demon hadn't stood up, so much as she had unfolded herself from a shallow hole in the ground. The tiny fox-like head sat atop a long, thin neck that protruded from the shoulders of a limb-less body. The thing that had passed him the pitcher was not so much a hand, as it was an extension of flesh that molded and reshaped itself into jagged talons along the sides of her body, as she continued to stretch upward. Now, towering an arm's length and a half above him, was a skeletal imitation of a white praying mantis, its cherub face surrounded by several feet of silvery hair.
Its head tilted so far to the right, he could have sworn he heard the bones realign to accommodate the abnormal angle. "Do you think my name is strange?" she asked in that horribly childlike voice.
"Just tell me what I'm doing here," Inuyasha snapped, ignoring the feeling those wide eyes sent through him. "What's this forest of yours you keep going on about?"
"This..." the face hissed, coming within inches of his own, "is a place of illusion. The forest of the ninety-seventh Hell Gate. While your body lies elsewhere, your mind and soul wander here. I have been asked to watch over you until you're ready to re-enter the world of the living."
He growled to himself as he watched the creature shuffle around him slowly, skuttling sideways as it mounted the roof of the shed. Her eyes never left his.
"Why am I here?" he demanded lowly.
She grinned once again. "Why? Because you're an annoying little pest, that's why! The cat demon told me that you were getting in the way. We've all seen it, you know. All of my brothers and sisters here in the world of the dead. You're jealous of what your own sibling has, and you've abandoned everything and everyone around you simply to have a chance to ruin his plans. All this fuss over a simple little human girl. It's so... childish... You creatures are so predictable, too. When will you ever learn that working as one is the key to true power?"
"Human... Kagome...?"
"We've begun to make wagers, you know?" she went on, resting her head on her outstretched claws as she spoke. "We're all just dying to see which of the two of you will pass through the gates first this time. Personally, I hope that beautiful brother of yours comes first. His essense is ever so delicious. I would stand at my sister's gate simply to have a little taste of his death."
She uncurled once again, stretching and yawning as she spoke. "Brother Saizou hoped that you would continue to interfere with the demon lord, and would end up getting killed. He has quite a thing for you, Saizou does. Still, since you're here now, there's no chance of that happening. We'll just have to wait until Sesshoumaru willingly passes through the first gate. After that, you can go back to your petty little disputes."
Inuyasha stared back to the fire burning in the center of the clearing. Could this creature be telling the truth? Touran had left him here? But... why? He could vaguely remember going to see Sesshoumaru. He was going to... going to...
"Wait," he mumbled, brow furrowed, shaking his head. "You said Sesshoumaru's coming through the first gate by himself? You mean Shenzu's gate?"
"You remembered!" the voice chirped from beyond his shoulder.
"Shenzu's gate..." he pondered, ignoring the giggling laughter behind him. "Sesshoumaru's..."
"How on earth have you survived this long?!" the girl demanded, leaping from her perch and coming to a crashing land beside him. "My goodness, I'm surprised the lack of oxygen to your brain hasn't sent you through the gates sooner!"
"You said Sesshoumaru's coming through on his own," Inuyasha growled, ignoring the insult. "Tell me. Is anyone else helping him?"
The wide eyes rolled slightly. "Are you curious? I suppose I could tell you, since you obviously have such a hard time figuring it out for yourself... This may actually speed things up a bit... You see, as guardians, we have no power to interfere with your world. We don't get to choose who passes through the gates. Hundreds of years ago, when Sesshoumaru came to this place, he brought such power. Such... delicious, all-consuming power. We've waited for him. Anticipated his return. You... Inuyasha... You kept him from us once. Drawing him back from the threshold of death when those humans had nearly delivered him to our steps."
"Would you get on with it?" the hanyou snarled with clenched fists. "You're giving me a headache!"
"Your brother has decided on a mate," Poteto proclaimed giddily. "He's chosen a delicious little human girl to lavish his gift of immortality upon, and through the same ritual you were subject to years ago, he will pass through the first gate and shed his youkai soul. He will leave that beautiful well of power here with us as the ritual is performed on the other side."
He's... he's chosen... Kagome?!
"I'm sure this won't come as a surprise to you, Inuyasha, but there are many here who would give up their positions as guardians for even the slightest taste of a power like this... There are those who would see this as an opportunity to keep the demon lord's soul here in this realm for all time. The only problem is, once the ritual is complete on the other side, it will be drawn back through the gate. Unless... something were to happen to Sesshoumaru while his body was still human..."
Eyes wide, ears perked, the hanyou looked up in shock at the words. "You're not saying what I think you're saying..."
Poteto coiled into herself with a self-satisfied chuckle. "Don't act so surprised," she giggled. "He belonged to us long before you were even born. It's only by luck alone that Sesshoumaru's escaped death so often over the years."
"But you're talking about killing him!" Inuyasha bellowed, whirling away. "You think some filthy hell beast could kill my brother? What do you take me for?! Sesshoumaru's a bastard sometimes, yeah, but he'd never let something the likes of you get the best of him!"
"I've told you, pup," she sighed deeply, "a guardian cannot physically interfere with matters of the mortal realm. It would require someone who is already on the other side to do something like this. Someone... like you."
He couldn't control himself. Before he knew what came over him, Inuyasha had taken a swing at the creature. She was quicker than he expected, though. He found himself face first in the nest of dead leaves to her left as she skittered up a nearby tree and out of his reach.
"You're funny!" Poteto giggled uncontrollably. "You don't have a clue do you?"
"What did you say?!"
Her laughter filled the night sky. "Here you are, fighting for your dear onii-san, and he was the one who made you the way you are now!"
"What?" Inuyasha breathed, spinning around as her voice came from behind him.
"You don't remember do you, Inuyasha?" her smile took on a feral twist. "Sesshoumaru was the one who had the kotodama placed back around your neck. It's because of him that Touran, Shippou, and even that miko Tsuyako have conspired to have you shut away in this place. To control you. To keep you from protecting the girl."
"You're... you're wrong," he gasped. "He'd never..."
"Haven't you noticed it this entire time?" Poteto hissed, her long pale neck stretching over his shoulder. "Haven't you noticed that familiar weight around your neck? Haven't you wondered how it got there? He did it so that he could have the girl. So that he could make her his mate. His lover..."
"No..."
A willowy claw came up from behind him, lifting the beads with a light clatter. "See? I wouldn't lie to you, Inuyasha. Not like Sesshoumaru did..."
Blood pounded behind his eyes as he stared down at the necklace dangling from around his neck. He hadn't noticed it at all. But then...
Let's take a look at that eye of yours...
His throat convulsed at the words. Yes. He remembered now. They had... they'd held him down. The miko, and that cat bitch. And Shippou. They had ripped the golden pearl from inside him and unleashed the spell. Even now, he could feel what little youki he had tied down deep inside him by the spell that he kotodama held. He could feel the chains of purification as he'd felt them decades ago.
You did this to me, Sesshoumaru...?
His breath shuddered as a flower-filled clearing flashed in his mind. They'd had him tied up in a room somewhere. Somewhere dark and warm. He'd gotten away, though. He'd torn off his shackles because he knew; he knew there was somewhere he had to be. That somewhere turned out to be the clearing in the woods. The place he had found them together. Where Sesshoumaru had almost...
"He marked her," Inuyasha's voice was barely a whisper. "I saw it on her neck. Like the mark I put on Misako. Like the one Shippou put on Tsuyako, too."
"Yes," Poteto breathed, releasing the kotodama and slithering back to her spot on the roof of the shed. "She belongs to him now. She'll belong to him for as long as he chooses, once the ritual is completed. That is... if the ritual is completed. But who am I to ask this of you? Sesshoumaru's done nothing to you... right? What's the worst that could come of him making the girl his mate? Sure, she may not survive being bonded to a demon of his strength. I mean, look at what happened to Tsuyako, and Shippou isn't nearly as strong as Sesshoumaru is... She's just a human, after all. Whatever he does to her is his own business."
"I promised," the hanyou murmured. "I promised her that I'd always protect her. I promised."
"What's a silly promise made so long ago?"
"It means... everything," Inuyasha insisted, eyes narrowed. "I swore I'd never let anything happen to her. She doesn't understand. Everything Sesshoumaru touches turns to dust. Every woman who's ever loved him died a miserable, horrible death. He can't do anything to stop it. He's a curse. His whole damned life is one big curse. I can't let Kagome become another victim to it. I can't let him destroy her. Not Kagome."
Poteto smiled broadly. "Are you saying you've made up your mind?"
"I don't care why you want his powers so badly," the boy muttered gruffly, turning cold golden eyes toward her. "The only thing that matters is saving Kagome."
The smile grew larger as she rose up onto her hind legs. "Then we are in agreement, hanyou. Once Sesshoumaru's power is locked here on this side of the gate, he'll be little more than a normal human being. And then..."
"I'll kill him," Inuyasha whispered, turning his face up to meet the gaping maw of the beast before him. "I'll kill Sesshoumaru..."
*~~~
"It offends my senses, that's why," Sesshoumaru sighed, reclining into the ferris wheel car as best as his long limbs would allow him.
"It's just cotton candy!" Kagome laughed, tugging another strip from the big pink ball and waving it in front of the demon's nose. "Smell it. Isn't it delicious? I bet you'd like it if you tried it."
"Don't bother, Kagome," Shippou's voice called from the car behind them. "It's not the taste he hates. He just doesn't want to get that sticky mess all over his face!"
Tsuyako's laughter traveled to her ears on the light breeze, and she couldn't help but join in. It made complete sense.
The fair was still two days away, but they'd come early to find that a few of the rides were already in operation, as were the consession stands scattered all over the fair grounds. With a bit of forceful persuasion, she'd gotten the tall man at her side to ride the ferris wheel with her, but he'd adamently refused to eat any of the snacks the group had bought. Yutaka sat below them with his sister, Mari. Shippou and Tsuyako were seated at their backs. It was late evening now, but she couldn't bring herself to leave such a magical place. As they'd gone around and around with the wind caressing their cheeks, bundled together with his coat around her shoulders, lights and music had sprung forth from the desolate grounds to engulf each one in a warm embrace.
Kagome looked up into Sesshoumaru's face, smiling as his usual stern expression melted slightly when their eyes met. He'd told her everything. In the end, all she had to do was ask, as she always could. He'd been furius with Shippou for betraying his trust, but had told her all she wanted to know, regardless. It was frightening to hear the words come from his lips. She had been so accustomed to hearing him give commands that when he'd asked for her consent, it was as though the world had drawn to a halt.
I ask that you accept me as mate and companion. Would you do me this honor, Kagome?
The blush rose to her cheeks immediately at the thought. It had only made things that much more surreal to find out that he'd already asked her mother for permission to "court" her. It was an extraordinarily outdated, and just as extraordinarily romantic, gesture. The nights following had been filled with dreams of what her future as a youkai's mate would entail.
Kagome could feel a pleasant shiver of anticipation run up her spine.
"Cold?"
His voice was low, concern outlining the single word.
"No, I'm fine," Kagome smiled reassuringly. "I was just thinking, that's all."
His was a murmured sound of understanding. Boldly, she rested her head against his chest, pulling the coat tighter around her. It was turning into such a beautiful night.
"Aww!" a shout came from somewhere behind them. "They're sooo cute together!"
Ignoring the comment, she scooted further down into the seat.
"Somebody's gonna get lucky tonight..."
Eyes wide, Kagome sat upright. Whirling around as best she could, she threw the snickering couple in the car above them a withering glare. A warm hand slid beneath her elbow and she nearly jumped from her skin. Sesshoumaru's lips pressed lightly against the curve of her ear before she could say a word, drifting slowly downward to feather across her rapidly beating pulse.
"Looks like somebody's getting lucky right now," a feminine voice commented loudly, sending them all into an uproar of laughter.
"Mind your own-"
Her outburst was cut short as the hand near her elbow tightened suddenly. Sharp claws dug into her skin, and she winced at the stab of pain that ran along her arm. Face upturned, she realized that Sesshoumaru had drawn away, his eyes narrowed as he looked out into the coming darkness.
"What's wrong?" Kagome asked gently, bringing a hand to rest where his continued to bite into her skin. "Sesshoumaru? You're hurting me..."
He released her immediately, surprise written on his face. "Forgive me," he murmured.
His fingers were gentle as he caressed the skin he'd nearly damaged in his carelessness, but his mood was now changed. There was something out there in the darkness. Something was watching them as the ride came to a halt and he helped her from her seat. Worst of all, he couldn't see or smell it despite his efforts. Whatever it was, it gave off no malicious intent, and yet there was something very sinister about the feeling it left in its wake. It couldn't be human, but something told him it was no demon, either.
"Time to leave, Sesshoumaru?" Shippou asked as he and his wife came to walk by their sides. "It's not so late. You sure you don't want to try one of the hot dogs?"
He pinned the kitsune with a pointed glare. "I am in no mood for your humor."
The man beside him nodded slowly, eyes shifting to look about them suddenly. Sesshoumaru frowned. The kitsune could feel it as well. Something was here that did not belong.
"Well if you say so," Tsuyako was saying as she waved for the boy, Yutaka, to join them. "Might as well head for home. Lots to do tomorrow night. We could all use a little rest."
They reached the parking area in a relatively short period of time. After seeing Yutaka and his sister off, Kagome turned her attention back to Sesshoumaru, handing him his coat as he opened the car door for her.
"You're acting strange," she commented once he'd settled into the driver's seat. "Stranger than usual."
"Is that so?" he replied without a trace of interest.
Kagome frowned. "And just like that, you're back to your old self again... Something must really be wrong."
Meeting his gaze head on, she was almost certain she'd seen yet another flash of surprise there.
"You're not as hard to read as you think you are," she grumbled at his remote stare. "When something happens, and you think I'm too weak or too sensitive to face it, you start acting like you're too important to share your thoughts with anybody."
"I would never be so foolish as to underestimate you again, Kagome," came his quiet reply.
"Then why are you talking to me like I'm a little kid?"
He was quiet. Her frown deepened.
"You want me beside you, right?" she asked slowly. "To share things with me, not just to control me... right? That's what you said. So why can't you tell me the important things? Why can't I help you as much as you help me?"
"I'm yet unaware of what this feeling could be," he relented. "There is no reason to frighten you with the unknown."
"I'm not afraid of anything," she pouted. "I can take care of myself, you know."
"I'm inclined to agree. Let's hope that whatever it is, it will not come to that end."
Nodding slowly, Kagome leaned back into her seat and watched the shadows as they drifted past the moving car. It was a scary thought. Sesshoumaru knew, well, everything. If there was something out there that he didn't recognize, then she really didn't want to know who or what it was. Reaching out, she slid her hand into his. They were too close now for something to ruin it. There was enough loss, enough pain to last them both a lifetime. Now wasn't the time to be afraid or hesitant. It was the time to prepare. Prepare for the upcoming ritual that would make her his forever.
*~~~
Sesshoumaru sighed, then winced. How many times throughout the years had he sworn that he would never allow that annoying habit to stay with him? Looking about him, he had to make a conscious effort to refrain from exhaling yet another exasperated breath.
Jaken-sama, when you sigh, a little bit of your happiness escapes each time! Keep that up and you're going to stay grumpy forever, isn't that right, Sesshoumaru-sama?
His lids lowered fondly at the memory. Gods forbid he should remain "grumpy" through this sadly addictive habit. Glancing up at the couple that sat before him, he put the thought aside and concentrated on the converstation. He had been invited to this place nearly two months prior, and had only recently found the time to visit. In truth, it was his half brother's wife that had finally worn him down. The woman was several months pregnant with the hanyou's pup and something was amiss. She was driven to her bed by wracking pains and night sweats. Nothing could be done by the doctors he'd sent in his place a week earlier, and they now turned to him for help.
Now here he sat, stark white garments amidst the beiges and greens of a spacious bedroom, the scent of the woman's pain and discomfort thick in the air. Misako lay quietly amidst sweat-soaked pillows, arms wrapped about her midsection while a nervously fidgeting Inuyasha sat on the mattress at her side. From his vantage point in the chaise lounge at the window to their right, he could clearly make out the lines of distress that creased her face. His eyes drifted to the mound beneath the thin sheets and he found himself frowning. Something was very wrong, indeed.
"I'm glad you could make it out here," Inuyasha was saying as he pressed a kiss to the woman's forehead. "The doctors you sent ran a whole bunch of tests, but they can't do anything. Misako's in pain every day. It doesn't stop. I don't think anybody else can do anything for us. That's why I'm asking you."
The woman looked to him as the hanyou did: with hope. Her pale fingers closed over Inuyasha's as a spasm overtook her.
"I know we haven't been the best of friends, but I'm begging you for your help," Misako groaned from between clenched teeth.
"Shippou told me what I had to do," Inuyasha continued, "but I don't know how to get started. I don't have what it takes, as a... as a half-breed. If dad was alive, he'd be the one doing this, but you're the head of our line now. I'm asking you as my elder. As my brother."
"You were warned of this, Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru breathed without inflection. "You were aware of the risks."
"I know you don't have to do it if you don't want to," the hanyou pleaded. "I know how you feel about us having this kid in the first place... but this is my first born, Sesshoumaru. Your niece or nephew. Your blood. It's not much, I know, but doesn't that mean something to you? Even a little bit?"
He pondered the question for all of ten seconds. When Inuyasha had taken the tavern girl as mate, he'd warned the boy out of sheer duty alone just what their joining would mean. She had no title. Her people had no power. She was simply a human girl who had made her way into their lives, settling there after a handful of moons, with no particular intent aside from having the hanyou to herself.
"It means quite a bit," the demon replied smoothly as he rose to his feet. "It means our father's blood has been diluted yet again."
"Don't go, please!" Misako cried, attempting to rise. "Please-"
"Calm yourself, woman," Sesshoumaru interrupted. "I have no intention of leaving."
He strode to her side, shooing his brother from underfoot. Eyes narrowed slightly at the awkward distance between himself and the woman on the bed, he suppressed an involuntary cringe at the scent of sickness rising from her, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. It was no wonder that even Inuyasha's poor senses could pick up on the damage this unborn child was doing to its mother. Indeed, from the looks of things alone, she would not only have a troubled birth, but may also lose the ability to produce another child ever again.
Possibly for the better, the tiny voice in the back of his mind concluded without prompting.
Laying his palm against the woman's quivering belly, he allowed his youki to gather at his fingertips. He pressed down with light force, ignoring the groan that followed her sudden intake of breath. He could feel the child wriggling beneath his hand. Eyelids falling, he began to listen carefully. The hearbeat was strong. As were the protesting, mewling sounds the creature within this woman's womb now emitted at the feel of his youki permeating its living space. It gave a violent lurch, sending its mother into a spasm.
"Hold her," Sesshoumaru commanded, signalling the hanyou to take the woman's wrists as she attempted to push his hand away.
"What was that?" Inuyasha breathed, brow furrowed and teeth tightly clenched.
Pressing harder, he was met with an even more violent response. This child...
"Calm yourself," the demon lord instructed softly.
"But Misako-"
"I am speaking to the child, Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru sighed again, immediately annoyed with himself for the action. "There is so little power in your blood, she has yet to recognize you as her father."
"She?" Misako gasped, back arching as another spasm wracked her. "A girl... Are you sure?"
"I have a daughter?" Inuyasha whispered in awe.
"A pup will yield to the command of our father's blood from within the womb," his brother continued, "only if that blood is strong enough to speak in our natural tongue."
"So in other words, I'm too much of a half-breed to even talk to my own kid..."
"She cannot understand why her words have gone unanswered," Sesshoumaru replied. "You may have the ears of a dog, but your blood does not carry the ability to understand our true language."
He could feel, rather than see, the disappointment that overtook the boy. It couldn't be helped. Inuyasha was a half breed, plain and simple. It was only those in their line born with the full power of their ancestor's blood that could hear, much less understand, the imperceptable whimpers that were the makings of their native tongue. Why this child, with blood more diluted than that of her father's, could use the ancient dialect was beyond him. Either way, he knew what it was she needed, and would have to supply it in her father's place.
Lowering himself to the floor at the bedside, Sesshoumaru cautiously pressed an ear to the side of Misako's belly. It had been so long since he'd seen this done, he had begun to somewhat question his abilities. Breathing deeply, senses closed to the two other beings in the room, he drew his tongue to the back of his throat and began to hum.
Inuyasha stared, transfixed by what was happening before him. His brother, the regal aristocrat; the stoic warrior; was... purring? It was a low, guttural sound akin to a growl, but wholly separate from anything he'd ever heard before. It was... oddly soothing. He could feel his eyelids begin to droop, his ears lowered as the sound tickled its way across his senses and tugged at something deep within his chest. A moment passed before he realized he'd heard this sound before. It was something he couldn't quite place. Some long lost memory displaced from the rest he had. Head tilted slightly, he realized it reminded him of his dad.
"Inu-"
"Shh..." he hushed his wife gently, relieved to see that the pain had left her face. "Relax."
She nodded and leaned against him, gazing down at the head of white hair currently pressed against her abdomen. She'd never seen Sesshoumaru like this before. He was always so distant. Always so disapproving. To see him now, this strange gentleness surrounding him... it was a beautiful and frightening sight. She'd never known the demon to be quite so... fatherly. Smiling softly, warmth spreading throughout her midsection as the baby's thrashing slowly dissipated, she hoped the feeling would last.
I can't wait for the day you have a child of your own, Sesshoumaru, she thought to herself. The girl that wins your heart will be a lucky girl indeed.
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