Note: My take on the Alternate Universe. I've seen others write stories like this, but meh. I'm doing it my way. Also, in several ways as each chapter is a mostly self-contained story. This fic is done as part of a challenge/ death match with Laurie Bunter. Check her profile here regularly to read her story after she's finished it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Spoiler alert, a few passages are taken directly from the Viz's translation.
"Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear."
- Joseph Conrad
Dreams and Fears
Ever had one of those days? When it seemed like you were still in a dream but nothing could wake you up? And, after a point, things got so crazy you knew it could only be real and you weren't even sure if you were imagining things?
That's the kind of day I had. If it even happened in only one day.
At some point, I'm not even sure when it began, I lost track of where I was. It had to have been a dream, I knew that much, but later even that fact was lost to me--when the nightmares took over me...or maybe before then. It's all so fuzzy, I can't accurately describe it. I can only believe these shuffling visions, the glimpses of mirages, have stopped now because I can remember some of what I went through in detail. Or are these memories some trick? Are they even real?
...Yeah, I know how dumb and paranoid this sounds. I think it sounds stupid, at least. I'm not prone to believe in crap like this. Ghosts, spirits, demons...those are easy enough to believe. After all, I can see them. But any weird stuff like being trapped in a nightmare, or something, is bullshit as far as I am concerned. Or was.
Big surprise that somebody out there decided to fuck with everything I understand...or thought I understood.
This is so freakin' unbelievable, but that's simply the way it is. Unbelievable. Not much I could have done but wait for the damn dream...dreams, whatever...to pass. Do nothing and let the course of Destiny run the whole show.
Ha! As if. It might have been some constructed world, be it from my imagination or somebody else's, but there was no way I was going to roll over and let events happen beyond my control. Not even if it killed me.
...Have I even woken up from these dreams?
1. Reversed Discontinuity
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Substitue Shinigami. Strengths: perseverance, agility, loyalty, confidence in himself. Weaknesses: prone to arrogance, rash, mentally unstable. Age: Sixteen Height: tall. Build: average. Hair colour: orange.
Background, CONFIDENTIAL: Born to renegade Shinigami and human mother. Has unusually keen spiritual senses from birth. Unaware that this made him different for an extended period of time. Mother dies to hollow at a young age. Continues to grow and develops a surprisingly high amount of reiatsu for a living soul, to the point that direct contact can influence other souls. Subject does not encounter hollows after mother's death for several years. Does not encounter Shinigami until age fifteen, coinciding with subject's next encounter with a hollow. Following...
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Immediately after my eyes opened, I could sense something was not right.
Too dark for one thing. Darker than it should have been at six in the morning on a regular summer day. No, I sure as hell would never take a nap in the middle of the evening, and neither would I wake up before the World's Worst Alarm Clock screamed in my ear. Speaking of my father, it wasn't normal for him not to be hassling me at this hour, either. It could only be late in the evening, strange as that was. Looking down, I saw I was wearing my school uniform. Since when did I wear that to sleep? Never, case in point. It was evening, not morning. Furthermore, some...inexplicable absence permeated the entire room. Quiet...dark...the time being wrong...something I couldn't describe...those just happen to be physical oddities for the most part, and while they did--scare is definitely not the right word--bother me a bit, that wasn't what was disturbing me in my room that night.
No, it was what I could not feel that instantly put me on guard.
Reiatsu.
Now, I wasn't exactly top of the class when it came to handling or sensing reiatsu, but I was no slouch. And when I couldn't feel any of it, whatsoever, be it from myself or the neighbor's obnoxious cat, that was a bit too ridiculous to stomach, or believe. Especially the lack of reiatsu from myself.
Why the fuck was I suddenly as weak as I had been for the first fifteen long years of my life?!
Okay, okay, I should have calmed down. Like, this had to have been a dream. I knew it. Right then. Ha ha, so funny. Not. This was the least pleasant fantasy I could think of. A nightmare! What the hell did I eat before going to sleep?!
By then, I was no longer lying in bed. Oh no, I was stomping around the room in righteous fury. Unfortunately, I couldn't find Kon and literally beat the stuffing out of him. That would have helped immensely. Heh, Rukia also...
Shit.
Rukia.
I couldn't let her see me like this.
...But I couldn't hide, either, since that would also be admitting weakness--though I was in no way weak. No, sir. Moreover, I had no way of telling where she was without being able to perceive reiatsu, so hiding was pointless, anyways. Who knew where she could be? Not me. Then, where could I go? Run, stay, hide, seek her out...argh! All those options were not an option! At a total loss, I ended up stuck in my room, ripping my hair off. Weak and a total embarrassment to Substitute Soul Reapers everywhere...if there were any besides me. Even if there weren't, I was a disgrace to myself.
Of course, seeing how I didn't want her near me at the moment, Rukia had to show up right then.
Right through the middle of my wall, no less. Talk about bad timing. Not to mention rude. Too good for the door, like everyone else? And she was showing off how much more of a Shinigami she was than me, wearing those black robes that suited her so well, especially in the night.
Expecting a look of disappointment from her, I opened my mouth to explain why I was suddenly such a pussy, even though I had no clue what the hell was going on. Except...except I stopped once I realized Rukia's--surprisingly--cold gaze was not directed at me but towards the distant horizon outside my window.
Uh, was I that horrible to look at?
"It's close...!" she abruptly spoke, walking past me and pretending as though I didn't exist. Or that's what it seemed like to me.
What the hell was so close?! I wanted to ask, but the way she disregarded my existence pissed me off a little too much. Rubbed me the wrong way.
"Hey, would it hurt to say 'Hello' or anything?!" I snapped at her, almost whacking her...Oops, maybe "almost" wasn't exactly right. I was seriously frustrated, you have to understand.
Startled--she probably noticed then I lost my Shinigami powers, at last--she stared at me in shock, from my floor. "You...you can see me?!" sputtered Rukia stupidly. Duh, of course I could. "And...you kicked me!" Shit, I actually did lose my handle. My bad, really.
Huh? Wait, what did she say?
This was the dumbest joke I'd heard from her and she'd had some real snoozers. "Well, yeah, I can see you! What kind of moronic game are you playing?!"
Before she replied, an unexpected force assailed me from behind.
Dammit!
"Quiet, boy! Stop jumping around up here!"
The old man! Attacking my back!
"I can be as loud as I want in my own damn room!" I shot back with a kick of my own. I watched him fly with great satisfaction.
Wait a second.
Since when did this idiot attack me when the option of hugging the life out of one of his precious "daughters" was available? And wasn't this whole scene a little too familiar...?
"Dad, are you going to say hi to Rukia or..."
Shit, too late, I forgot that pops couldn't see Rukia in Shinigami form. Fuck, have I lost my brains along with my ability to feel reiatsu? That's just something else.
Yeah, and to drive the point home, pops looked absolutely clueless. Not that there was much of a difference from how he usually looked. Still, I could just tell. The world could go to hell and my dad wouldn't realize a thing was wrong even if the devil put him on a skewer and roasted him by a fire.
"Look at who? What?" my dad responded, staring intently at a speck on my wall about a meter to Rukia's right.
Again, that feeling like nostalgia tickled the back of my skull but I hadn't grasped it quite yet.
"Never mind," I pretended my earlier, unfinished query had never been asked. Great, Rukia was going to be furious at me for nearly blowing her cover over. On top of me kicking her. Man, I was going to be facing a real monster soon. And, I was still angry at Dad. "How many times are you going to use such underhanded tacts against your own son?!" I blasted at him, fists a blazing.
...Really, though, I only had to hit him once more to get him off crying to Yuzu or Karin. Wimp. He should be ashamed of himself.
Phew. Living with that maniac was tiring.
"...How..."
Oh! Rukia. I turned to look at her and she was in...complete shock? Totally pale. The white of her skin stood in stark contrast to her flowing robes.
"...How..." she repeated slowly, eyes of violet fired in suspicion. "How...do you know...my name...?"
...Say what?
I face-faulted. She was taking this ruse too far. Acting like she didn't know me in addition to pretending I wasn't in the room.
"Come on, Rukia," I sauntered towards her, my shoulders slouching in resignation, "can you just stop the dumb act?" I'd had enough.
In response, she twisted her sleek fingers around the hilt of her sword. The ivory of her knuckles stood out. "Don't act so familiar with me, human! How do you know who I am?!"
Tch.
"We've known each other for years, remember?" I played along--to my own tune, that is. Which is probably why she glared at me. Hey, don't get mad if I don't want to partake in your fun, Rukia. You started this whole dumb thing.
"I've never seen you before," she absolutely simmered, and I almost recoiled from the heat. Or was it ice? Impossible to tell. Either way was pretty scary and I probably shouldn't have been acting so recklessly. I was putting my life on the line needlessly. "Answer me!" she demanded, as she always did around me. "How do you know me?! Persist in your levity and I shall not hesitate to use force!"
"Like I'm scared."
The answer was pure reflex, but apparently a big mistake since I quickly found myself bound against my will by a spell, getting a taste of my floor.
"Wrong move, human...that is, if you're not actually a Hollow." What?! Hollow?! "You'll be stuck here for your insolence while I search for the actual Hollow, as a moron like you could not possibly the real monster. Unfortunately, the Provisional Spirit Law forbids me from killing you..."
Furious, I struggled against invisible bonds. Kill me?! Tying me up?! This was insane! I wasn't into this kinky tomfoolery!
"Dammit, Rukaghrrgh-!" Cursing her served only to get my lips restricted.
"...Now, if only I could find the demon..." she resumed her soliloquy as if nothing happened. As if I didn't exist. "Alas, I have not been able to sense its presence for some time now..."
Why not...?
...Hey.
Something clicked, at long last, in my brain
Hold on.
...This really was too familiar.
But I've got to be wrong, since there's no way I could have possibly...
Dhoooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
An earth-shattering roar, one that could I clearly remember hearing long ago, eliminated any doubt. It was that day, again. But, how? It made no sense. I wasn't dreaming, I thought. The weight of Rukia's spell was clearly pressing me hard against my floor. So, if it was real, why did I have memories from after this day? And...if I could have the memories, why couldn't I retain my power?
Dhoooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
No time to ponder why I was suddenly reliving that fateful night, though.
"...Like there's some force obstructing my senses..." Rukia continued to ponder aimlessly.
I knew the truth, however.
Me. I was that force. In a big way, the twisted deal I made with her was all my fault. It was startling how events panned out the way they did before. Hey! Shouldn't I be able to change something now?! These memories had to be there for a reason!
But...right now, the Hollow should be attacking...
My eyes went wide and I began seriously fighting the bonds. Were the invisible ropes tighter this time or something? At least I could shake off the little magic she placed on my lips. "Rukia! You need to hurry! Right now, the Hollow is-"
She appeared surprised I shook off a part of her spell, but my words caught her interest. "Is what? What do you..."
Dhoooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
Shock swept over her entire being. Looks like she heard it, finally.
Whatever. That wasn't important. "My sisters, they're in-"
"Kyaaah!"
Yuzu! No!
Immediately, Rukia ran towards the scream.
"Wait!" I called to her, causing her to pause. "Undo the spell! I can help!"
Yeah, I remember being stronger than she was.
"Don't be a fool! You'll only add to the body count! Be quiet and leave this to me! Understand?!"
...Right.
I was stronger before I lost my powers, for whatever reason. Still, I couldn't lie helpless while my family was in jeopardy, even though I knew everything would turn out all right. Wait...would everything end the same way? Like, what if things happened differently this time around?! If it's possible for me to make things better, wouldn't the opposite be true as well?!
Shit!
Wasn't there usually some consequences that people face when they went back in time in those sci-fi shows, because they changed history or something? I kind of wished I hadn't always left the room when my dad and Yuzu watched shows like that. They didn't seem so dumb when I was living in one of those impossible situations.
The Hollow roared, sending ripples of destruction through my life.
Dammit, I was being too slow!
Then, the sound of a heavy weight being dragged along the hardwood floors wiped my anger at myself away with a brush of fear.
No, not...
"I...Ichigo..." Her voice was weak, so different from her usual self which needed to be so strong. She had to be in serious pain. "Are you okay...?" Nonetheless, she put others' safety before her own. She always did so.
"Karin!" I screamed. Exactly as I did before. Shit, no, I needed to change the past! But I couldn't think straight.
Bleeding and bruised, she pulled herself next to a Shinigami only I could see. "Good...it hasn't come this way..." Karin was looking at me. Couldn't see Rukia, it seemed. "It happened so fast...Dad's back exploded and he fell...then it went for me and Yuzu...so fast...I thought...had to warn...Ichigo..." My insides turned to fire. Foresight be damned, I was consumed with hatred for this weakling Hollow once more. "What is it...?" Dead meat. "I didn't get a good look...I don't think Dad or Yuzu could see it...Ichigo...hurry..before it finds you...run..."
Drained, my little sister lost consciousness. I grit my teeth.
"It's okay, she has only passed out," comforted Rukia, albeit coldly, telling me what I already knew.
That didn't bother me, though, since I wasn't listening to her, anyways. I was going to kill that son of a bitch.
Rukia twisted in my direction, surprised. "Stop! What are you doing?!" she yelled as I raised myself to my knees. "Stop! No human's strength is enough to break the kidou!" I knew. I knew. I knew that! And that's why I was so pissed off! Ahh, my arms felt loose. Almost there..."If you force it, your soul will..."
Be removed in Shinigami form, I hoped, as the hot air around me crackled and hissed from the heat and her bonds were torn asunder.
Turned out that wasn't the case, that I would become a Shinigami, but I had enough steam to take down another Menos Grande with a simple glare and I was already pushing past Rukia and running towards the asshole that hurt my family. Reason be damned.
"Wait!" Rukia desperately attempted to halt me. Futile. As if I ever listened to her in moments like these. Hadn't she learned that by then?
Her cry long behind me, I dashed down the stairs four at a time, and soon reached the landing that connected to the living room. A menacing crack lined the wall.
Inside the living room. Blood. Ruined furniture. A rank odor, something was burning. The old man, more blood! Where was it...?! I moved inside the room, went through to the kitchen. There, a gaping hole practically removed the wall. There! It was there!
So determined to kill this Hollow was I that I seemed to all but forget I'd done this all before.
...Yet, I don't think I could be blamed for that when the bastard, standing outside the destruction of my house, looked to be squeezing the life out of...
"Yuzu!"
A tear in her eye, my little sister choked out my name. "Ichigo..."
Enough! No matter how many times this happened, my feelings would never change. Nobody fucks around with my family. Never again. I swore this to my soul the day she died.
Having no weapon to speak of, not even a baseball bat, I lunged towards the Hollow armed only with my rage. Kind of surprising it didn't keel over just from that, I was so mad.
Of course, my fury, powerful though it may be, was useless next to a Hollow's strength and a strong fist sent me flying backwards to the wall. The wind was knocked out of my chest, leaving me gasping for air, whilst my head slammed painfully into the wooden wall. Red spread over half my vision in waves.
My skull must have been split open.
That knocked a little humility into me. Yeah...that's right, I was insignificant then. It had been so long since I was so weak, I could no longer remember what it was like to be the sand ground down by the rotator. Yeah, I'd lost a lot of fights since becoming a Shinigami, the sense of defeat was nothing new to me, but at least I'd had a chance to win in all those battles. I stood no hope next to this pitiful hollow, however, and that frustration cut into me deeper than the wound on the back of my head. Just one encounter with this Hollow, and the consequences of frailty made themselves all too apparent again My world lost meaning. I hated to admit it, but the truth was clear: I needed help.
That only Rukia could provide at this hour.
How frustrating. I couldn't stomach being able to do nothing!
At the moment, however, the Hollow stood poised to deliver a final blow to my soul; while I had been thinking, it must have approached me. Ha! If I was insignificant, it was nothing! Suddenly, I couldn't stop smiling. Despite a razor sharp claw flying towards my chest to finish me off, I smirked...Yeah, this loser was nothing compared to her.
Grinning, empty though it might have been, I watched Rukia slice off the Hollow's right arm an instant before it reached me and fling Yuzu into my protective embrace.
"Yuzu! You all right?!" I asked my other sister to no avail.
"Stay calm, boy!" In a flash, Rukia put herself between me and the Hollow. "The Hollow has not yet devoured any of your family's souls!"
Yeah, yeah, I got that. Sorry that I was concerned for my sister. "What about you, though?" I looked at her, sideways, still intent on Yuzu. Of course. No way I could forget how my life started anew because of this Hollow's dirty blow on Rukia and that fateful exchange.
"Me?!" She snorted indignantly. Well, her pride was at stake here. "I have no idea how you learned my name, kid, but you can't know me too well if you believe this low-level Hollow stands a chance against a seasoned veteran such as myself!"
"Hey, I don't think you're weak or-"
"Furthermore, I've never seen a 'human' that could see us Soul Reapers before...or break a binding spell. I have never heard of a human with so much reiatsu before...but haven't you realized by now that you drew this monster to this plane?!"
I...!
Father, Yuzu, Karin! An image, of a beautiful woman in black being pierced by a monster's fangs. And, stronger than anything else, a certain rainy day...
Slowly, I stood, ignoring the pain."Yeah, you're right," I agreed. Like before, about how I was the one that really hurt my family. Even worse, I was the reason you got, or would be, hurt, Rukia. "All this...is because of me! My dad, dying over there...Yuzu, Karin bleeding, and you being taken to..."
"Wait..." Truly, Rukia sounded apologetic as she turned around to regard me. I knew how sincere she was, too, yet I believed I was the one who should be sorry. After all, I inadvertently changed her world without meaning to. "That is not what I meant..."
Caught off guard, the Hollow wasted no time to take advantage of our exchange and swatted Rukia away.
"Rukia!"
Shit, what was I doing?! Everything was happened exactly as it did before! I should have been doing my best to protect Rukia this time around!
Angry still, I glared at the Hollow. Dust blew around us on the dark street. Light bulbs flickered on and off, as if trying to avoid being sucked into the black void of this creature.
...Suddenly, I was confused. More confused, rather. I needed to protect Rukia this time, but I couldn't do so without dying. Heh, dying? Who says I'd die? Wouldn't I just end up claiming my Shinigami powers if the Soul Link was cut? However, last time I tried to get this demon to kill me, Rukia interfered and the long story began from there.
...Could I do it right this time? She was still dazed from the Hollow's earlier blow.
Going to try, regardless.
"Hey...ugly..." I taunted the Hollow, my mind swimming. "You want my soul...?" She was down, she couldn't possibly get in the way. "Then fight me like a man! Forget the others! It's me you want! So kill me!"
Set me free!
"You fool!" Rukia cried out against my choice, as expected.
No, you wouldn't be taking the blow this time, Rukia. I couldn't fight...yet...but I could distract this loser long enough for you to deliver a fatal blow. And you would have more than enough reiatsu to spare for my family's injuries. Yes, the plan was best. The risk we took last time was insane.
For added measure, I put all my remaining energy in my legs to run faster towards my end. To the gaping maw of the Hollow's jaw. Closer, closer, and closer I got, until I could count the individual teeth of the former human's mouth, until I could smell its rancid breath, until I could feel my heart beat its final pulse.
"No! Stop!"
Fangs sank inside me and the pain exploded, consuming all my senses. Looked like Rukia wasn't fast enough the second time around.
Instead of white, my world turned red, then softly faded to black...Briefly, I wondered if we could still be together on the other side of the abyss.
Heh.
What a dumb question, I thought before closing my eyes.
Then, I died.
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...Following encounter with Shinigami, Kuchiki Rukia, subject Kurosaki Ichigo is soon killed by hollow, and...
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It was dark again. Entirely black. Like before, except without the sense of uneasiness I felt earlier. At the same time, my body was split into two factions. On one side, various parts of me were completely numb, so much so I questioned if they were even still there. I wondered how much of my flesh was torn off by that weak Hollow. As for the rest of me, all I could feel was pain. Every nerve that hadn't been turned off was searing, burning out and approaching the nothingness felt by the rest of my body. I wasn't sure how I lost consciousness, it hurt so much. I wasn't sure why I hadn't died yet, the agony was so immense...Err, didn't I die before? How was I still living? No matter, another question was bothering me:
Was this how she felt last time?
Or had it been even worse? In addition to her wounds, she had to deal with losing her powers. Then again, hadn't I lost my powers as well tonight? Maybe it wasn't so different. In any case, I couldn't regret my actions if it meant she didn't have to endure this again. I knew she likely wouldn't forgive me, would probably think otherwise, but I didn't care. I didn't want to lose another to the rain.
As if hearing my thoughts, I felt something wet hit my face. Then another. And another drop. Then, it wasn't only my face. Wherever I could still feel a response, these cool, wet drops landed on my hot skin. It got to the point where I was soaked. Really nice, it was, since it helped me forget I was probably going to die--and soon.
Which was good, because death was still a pretty scary thing. When you're young like I was, it was easy to not fear your demise because it always looked so far away. I knew it was going to happen some day, that I would die, but not for a long time so who cared? Not me. Yet, with the end abruptly staring me in the face like this, it was frightening, even though I knew what was going to happen to my soul in the afterlife.
But this rain helped me to forget that, and to believe that, maybe...it wouldn't be so bad to go out in a place like this, with a pleasant and familiar warmth at the back of my neck.
My ability to think was distorted, then, but the voice from above that spoke next came through to me clearly.
"Why did you do that?"
It wasn't angry, like I expected. Only a little sad...like I feared.
Did she expect me to answer? It didn't sound as though she was asking me a question. More like she was voicing her thoughts listlessly, in my unbalanced opinion.
And I didn't know how I would answer, even if I could. Choosing to take the blow... I couldn't remember why that seemed such a smart decision at the time. I had been so lost in the moment before, seeing my sisters so hurt had taken away my ability to think rationally.
What I believed to be the rain continued to fall upon me, slowly becoming heavy instead of comforting. Heat was quickly leaving my body, being replaced by the cold. My time had to be short. This little reprise itself was a miracle.
Before I went to wherever I was going next, though, I wanted to see her face.
Fortunately, my eyes could still function. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but I forced myself to see. What I saw, however, was only blurred. Shadows. Too many of them...It figured. At least I could tell which one was Rukia.
A startled gasp, then.
"...You're still alive?!" I heard her say in surprise before becoming solemn. "Only barely...I don't think you'll..." Live. She stopped herself from saying it, but I could understand. Too well. Couldn't not understand with my life burning out like this.
Softly, she sighed. Quite different from how she was earlier that night.
...It was still the same night, right? The one where we first met? Because this situation seemed a lot more like another night. Or was I no longer able to tell them apart? I suppose it never mattered to me much what happened so long as she was there.
Quiet. It was quiet, then. I couldn't speak, just keeping my eyes open was draining me, and I think she was trying to come up with the right words to say to me. Pretty bad of myself to put her in a situation like this.
"Your family is safe...You protected them. After the hollow..." Attacked me, I filled in the blanks once more. "...it was left vulnerable and I easily purified it. Your family's wounds were not severe and I was able to restore them to their previous states. Their memories of the incident have been removed...Unfortunately, I didn't have enough strength left for your own wounds...I'm sorry. They...your family...think you died in an accident. They're awake now, still very upset about your 'death.' Does that make you happy?"
Not exactly.
"...Still, I'm somehow proud of you. I wonder if we knew each other in a past life...maybe that was how you knew my name...You know, not many people could throw their lives away for the sake of others like you did, human. What you did was really admirable, in a stupid way. You have potential to go far in Soul Society. They like people like you...You did a lot more for your family than I ever could have..."
...What the hell was she saying?! Geez. I wished I wasn't dying so I could scream something at her.
The rain battered my last nerve into submission. My eyes lost power and I felt them close for the last time.
"...Goodbye. Perhaps we'll meet again."
Perhaps?! More like, definitely, because I needed to knock some sense into her again.
Thinking that, I left this existence for another.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
Plus soul. Strengths: unknown Weaknesses: unknown. Age: unknown Height: unknown. Build: unknown. Hair colour: unknown. Work is in progress for this file.
Background, CONFIDENTIAL: Born to renegade Shinigami and human mother. Has unusually keen spiritual senses from birth. Unaware that this made him different for an extended period of time. Mother dies to hollow at a young age. Continues to grow and develops a surprisingly high amount of reiatsu. Subject does not encounter hollows again for several years. Does not encounter Shinigami until age fifteen. Following encounter with Shinigami, Kuchiki Rukia, subject Kurosaki Ichigo is soon killed by a hollow being pursued by Kuchiki Rukia. Afterwards...
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