Description: Oz has a sinister new weapon to use against the GW boys. Duo finds himself in the middle of it and its up to Heero and Quatre to save his sorry behind. But somebody is playing for keeps and it wont be that easy………
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters (unfortunately, because if I did, I'd be rich!), so blah blah blah, don't sue okay!? I only get one dollar a week allowance (is that pathetic or what?)
J . PS. This is my first attempt at a fan fic, I'm only 14 for crying out loud!! So please let me know what you think about it, and if yah have something negative to say, add something positive will yah, I hate being depressed! Thanks!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mind Games Chapter One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amanda Barber and her boyfriend, James, were walking down Main Street enjoying the crisp night air, when they both jumped as a gunshot pierced the stillness. Looking towards the sound, down a small alley to their right, they saw a young man sprinting towards them. The youth was garbed in what appeared to be a priest's attire, with a meter long chestnut braid streaming behind him, and a manic grin plastered on his boyish face. Another shot rang out nearly hitting him, causing him to look warily behind him. He rounded the corner and took off eastwards down the street, his pursuers an uncomfortably close distance behind him. Three OZ soldiers rounded the bend, determination showing on their faces. All was quiet except for the occasional gunshot as Amanda and James moved quickly down the street, in the opposite direction.
The youth was, in fact a very pissed off Duo Maxwell, who was trying to put some much needed distance between him, and the equally pissed off soldiers. I really gotta lay off the junk food! he thought as his boots pounded the pavement. He made a quick turn left, then a turn right, losing sight of the OZ forces, for the moment. Quickly, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed his best friend in the universe.
A mile away, Heero Yuy was working on gathering information on his upcoming mission. Heero was a dark hared, silent pessimist who cared more about technology than most of the living people around him. He told himself most because there were some people he really cared about, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone. They were his "family," the other four Gundam pilots and Relena Peacecraft, the woman he loved. Though if anyone were to know, it would blemish his "perfect soldier" image. But the one person on the top of his worry list was his best friend, Duo Maxwell, the self-proclaimed "god of death." Duo was the complete opposite of Heero and he knew that, but that just proved that opposites attract. Duo was easy going, eternally cheerful, social, talkative and an optimist. Heero could trust him, even more than he could trust the other Gundam pilots and sometimes, even more than he could trust himself. Sometimes Heero even wondered if Duo really was the god of death……. Just then the phone rang and Heero stretched over to pick it up.
"Yes?"
"Um.. hi Heero! Its me Duo. I ….ur…have a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Duo heard Heero ask.
"Weell…..okay look I was goin' home and these three OZ soldiers were waiting for me, so I took off…… and well" He stuttered, trying to explain while evading boxes and other bits of garbage in the alley while running at a breakneck pace.
"Mission eccepted." Heero confirmed in his oh so Heero type way.
"Great!" Duo exclaimed, his ever present grin growing larger, "I'm at…..17 and Ridge."
"Be there soon, hang in there okay?"
"Hey, it's me!" he chirped as he hung up, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. Another bullet ripped out of nowhere, missing the gundam pilot by a hair. That was close! Way too close! He thought as he sped up his pace, whipping around another corner, and coming very close to slamming into a brick wall. Oh shit….
"Yes Sir, we are still pursuing the pilot." One of the OZ soldiers spoke almost breathlessly into his radio. "Yes sir I'll keep you updated. Are the reinforcements on their way? Good. Were at 17 and Ridge. Going south, have half come up the north. Good. Yes sir I will. Thank you sir."
He looked over at his comrades, "Keep it up boys, we'll get him!" They just nodded and all three picked up the pace rounding the corner to find the boy there, a beam scythe held at the ready. "Sir!" He spoke quickly into his radio as Duo launched himself at the first soldier, bringing him down with one easy graceful swipe. "We have the quarry cornered but he's armed. Send help quickly!" He looked up to see his second man down and the smiling youth advancing forward at him, scythe twirling skillfully in his hands. He swallowed and pulled his gun, intending to end this. He fired and Duo dodged, but the bullet caught him in the leg. He went down, rolled and came back up, sweat beading his forehead, but still smiling.
" Say hi to the god of death." Duo whispered fiercely, as he launched himself at the last remaining soldier.
Heero flew over the streets in his Gundam, Wing ZERO, and was pleased to find that he was almost there. With his Gundam in plane mode no one would know until it was too late that it was really a Gundam. Though he was making excellent time, he worried it wasn't fast enough. There it was! 17 and ridge. No sign of Duo. Wait! There he was! Heero watched as Duo hurled himself at the last soldier, bringing him down. Heero surveyed the surrounding area, and didn't like what he saw. Two separate groups were approaching. A squadron of soldiers were running from the south and four mobile suits were coming from the north with four carrier ships. He pulled out his phone and called Duo below as he sped off towards the mobile suits.
"There's WHAT!!??" Duo yelled at Heero.
"Yes I know. I will handle the suits but…….."
" I'll call Quatre and he can help me with the soldiers, he'll be able to make it if he hauls butt. They're going through a lot of trouble, Heero," he added as an afterthought. "Why?"
Heero was wondering the same thing. They had to know that Duo would never join them and that they would have to fight to get him, so why all the trouble?
"Well, good luck, Heero. And may the force be with you." He quipped.
Heero just sighed, "Heero out." Duo crammed the phone back into his pocket.
Now, I need to call Quatre and figure out a plan,
he thought, glancing around. Then he saw it- the fire escape! There must be a door up there that led to the inside stairways. He stared at his leg where he had been shot and tore a makeshift bandage from his inside shirt. He stood and gasped as pain lanced through the limb. He took a step and found that he could walk but it hurt. It doesn't look that bad, he thought to himself, as he made his way up the stairs and called Quatre, the pilot of the Gundam Sandrock. This is gonna hurt! But he just smiled grimly, proceeded up the stairs and hoped to god that it wouldn't give out before he got to the top._~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_
Quatre Raberba Winner was down stairs in the kitchen getting dinner. He was a passionate young man who also happened to be very wealthy and never hesitated to invite his Gundam friends over to his monstrously large estate. In fact, the house had become a sort of "home base" for the pilots at times, where they could store their Gundams and rest. Quatre enjoyed most of his friends' company, some more than others. Heero and Wuffie were sometimes too serious and gloomy for him, sometimes Trowa too. Trowa, though, wasn't as bad as the others and had been hanging around more often when he wasn't working at the circus where he lived. He didn't see much of Duo but when he did he enjoyed himself immensely. Duo was different than the others; he was cheery and optimistic and always smiled, a welcome change to the frowns the others had plastered to their faces. Quatre wondered what they were all doing. He hadn't seen any of them recently.
"Master Quatre?" A middle aged man walked in.
"Yes, Rasid?" He asked.
"You have a phone call sir."
"Thank you," he replied as he took the phone from Rasid. Rasid was the leader of his special group called the Maganac Corps a unfailingly loyal group of customized mobile suit pilots that waged guerrilla war against OZ while Quatre was gone. Rasid was his aide and guardian ever since he had arrived on Earth.
"Hello?" He spoke into the receiver, wondering who was calling.
"Hey Quarte, its Duo." He sounded out of breath.
"What's going on? You okay?" He asked, immediately concerned for his friends well being. Duo laughed shakily and said "Um as of right now I'm okay, but basically I need you to get down here soon or I wont be."
"What do you mean?"
"Look its hard to explain but I'll try…."
Duo hung up on Quarte after explaining the situation to him. Quarte had promised to be there as soon as possible. He winced as he continued up the stairs, a little less than halfway to go. His progress had been slower then he had wished because of his wound, but it couldn't be helped. The soldiers would be here soon so he had to move. He patted his shirt to make sure that his beam scythe was still there. It was a handy little weapon he was proud to have made himself. It telescoped out and had a button to ignite the beam, very nice and compact. There, he was almost there, just a few more minutes.
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Lieutenant Lucrezia Noin rounded the corner of 17 and Ridge and looked around for her group's objective, a young man who was suspected to be a rebel leader. She just glimpsed someone climbing over the roof, and she caught the flash of something long, a braid? She turned to a soldier standing next to her, "Go up there and check it out, but be careful." With a salute and a "Yes Lieutenant Noin!" He was clambering up the escape ladder to the roof.
She then took the time to observe her surroundings. Two of the men were observing the three bodies of the late OZ soldiers and one of them called Noin over.
"Look at this Lieutenant," he said.
Noin ran her fingers through her short black hair as her brown eyes widened at the sight before her. The three men had been sliced neatly in different ways with something extremely sharp.
'Do you have any idea what, or who, did this?" She asked.
"We have some guesses but we can't be sure."
"Well?"
"We can almost be sure that it was the rebel who killed them, but with what I couldn't tell you."
Noin sighed, "Well, let me know if you find anything else."
"Of course Lieutenant Noin."
With another sigh, Noin looked up in the direction the solider had taken, He should be there soon. She thought.
Duo threw the door to the inner stairwell open and fell inside. His leg was giving way; he knew he was going to have to take a stand and he didn't like it, not in this condition. He took out his scythe and activated it, slicing the light button, by the door; thereby plunging the room into darkness pierced only by the green of his scythe's beam. He limped down the stairs a bit and kneeled by another light button switching off his beam, waiting for the first soldier to come through the door.
Quarte was nearing street 15 when he first saw signs of the battle. Heero was busy with the mobile suits. He tuned his radio to Rasid.
"Rasid here."
"Were nearing our objective." Quatre informed him, "Take half and help out Wing ZERO."
"Will do sir; Rasid out." With that, 5 mobile suits pealed off and headed towards Heero and the OZ suits. Just then his radio beeped on a special frequency used only by the gundam pilots, it had been set up weeks ago because of security issues.
"Quatre? Its Duo. What's your ETA?"
"Two minuets. Why? Are you okay?"
"Yah…" Duo sighed, "Look Quatre, if this doesn't turn out the right way and……well I just wanted to say that its been a pleasure knowing you all." Quatre was momentarily taken back by the seriousness in his usually cheerful voice.
"But hey! Why am I worried…….." he broke off.
"Duo?"
"Looks like the partye's started, see yah in two minutes, buddy." He whispered, then hung up the phone.
Duo placed the phone carefully down on the floor trying not to make a sound. Someone was at the door! Duo crouched, knowing that he'd only have one shot at this, maybe two, but no more. The person started to turn the handle and Duo had to remind himself to breathe. Slowly the door opened and the soldier cautiously entered the stairwell, swearing because he didn't have a flashlight.
"Come out with your hands up!" He called into the darkness, squinting as if it would help.
Duo kept every nerve, every sense tensed and honed on where the solider was, waiting. He heard him take a cautious step forward and draw his gun. Duo's grin widened as he found the moment he was waiting for. He jumped and hit the light button with his feet, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg, and pushed off the wall, igniting his scythe. The solider was blinded by the sudden light and fired wildly in front of him. Duo hit the wall and rolled, striking upwards with the scythe.
Noin looked up as a scream ripped the air, then silence. She took the ladder at a run and vaulted up towards the roof, the soldiers behind her waiting at the wave of her hand. Something about this was bugging her in the back of her mind, something she couldn't quite place. She wanted to investigate.
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Heero fired his beam cannon at the oncoming mobile suits completely obliterating them. He turned to find his next target. Five larger suits that he couldn't identify were flying towards him; suddenly his radio beeped.
"Heero? Heero Yuy? This is Rasid Kurama of the Maganac Corps, loyal to the Winner family. Do you copy?"
"Yes, I copy."
"Master Quatre thought you might need some assistance, whether you wanted it or not."
"Fine. Your help is eccepted. Watch yourself."
"Will do. Rasid out."
The five broke off and started destroying the last of the suits. Heero picked something up on his scanner, coming at him and he turned his Gundam to face whatever it was. As it got closer he recognized it almost immediately, the Tallgeese, piloted by Zechs Merquise. He and Heero had clashed before on the snowy wastelands of Antarctica and other places, always determined to finish the battle they had started. Heero watched Tallgeese stop a few hundred meters in front of him, drawing its sword. Heero threw his beam cannon down and drew his own sword raising his shield. Zechs fired up his engines as they clashed viciously over the city.
Noin cautiously pulled herself up onto the roof and glanced around. A Gundam was clashing with Zechs to her right. She wished she could be up there watching his back. On her other side, another Gundam was engaged with the newly arrived suits. It occurred to her that whoever she was after must either have good connections or was really important to have two Gundams defending him or her.
Ahead of her was the door to the stairs. She took a step forward, drawing her gun and holding it at the ready in front of her. She reached the door and opened it slowly. Then taking a deep breath, she crossed the threshold and the door swung closed behind her.
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Duo was back in his spot under the switch nursing his leg and awaiting the next soldier's arrival. He wasn't sure he could do it again but he wasn't going to give up. He grimaced and tested his leg on the floor. As soon as he was up, his leg gave way and he crumpled to the floor, fighting to muffle a yell of pain. Suddenly the door creaked open and a figure stepped in, the door closing behind him. The soldier was breathing hard and was squinting, trying to see ahead of him. Duo's eyes were accustomed to the light and he could just see his outline.
"If you're there, come out slowly. We both know you can't go on like this for much longer."
The voice was female! He was about to reply with a wise crack when the words caught in his throat "Noin?"
Noin halted, getting that tickling feeling in the back of her head, but she couldn't quite place it.
"You seem to know me but I don't know you," she replied.
Duo laughed, "Oh, come on Noin, you don't recognize my voice? I thought that was something every soldier learned, especially the second best in the class?"
Suddenly everything clicked and Noin sharply took a breath. " Duo?" she half gasped.
Suddenly the light flashed on and she was momentarily blinded. When her eyes cleared, she saw Duo crouched on the floor, a pole clutched in his right hand and a pained grin on his face.
"Glad you could join me, Noin." He quipped.
"Duo, what are you…. Did you…….how?!" She stuttered.
He just laughed. " Look, Noin, I'll try to answer your questions, okay?"
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Heero was relaxed, almost at home in the cockpit of his Gundam, as he battled with the Tallgeese. Something, though, told him that Zechs was here just to stall for time, not finish the battle they had started. His attacks seemingly weren't meant to cripple him because he had left himself open once or twice to confirm his suspicion, and both times Zechs wouldn't finish or follow through. But Heero was ready to escalate the fight, he still had a promise to keep.
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Quatre flew between two suits, slicing them with his curved sickle swords. The Corps moved in with him, helping him take out the remaining Taurus suits. He glanced at his view screen, keeping an eye on Heero and Zechs. His eyes flickered back to his main screen and he wiped the back of his hand across his sweating brow. He wanted this to be over soon so he could find Duo and get his team out of here and back home. He launched his Gundam between another two and watched them explode, twin balls of light and metal shards.
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Back below, Darian Wilswor, second in command to Noin, paced nervously in front of the fire escape. He hadn't heard from Noin since she went to investigate, and he was worried. Noin was good, and in his opinion, one of the best Oz had, they couldn't afford to lose her. He walked over to a group of five soldiers milling by the corpses.
"Sir!" They saluted.
"We are going after Lieutenant Noin." He stated simply, "It's possible she needs assistance."
"Yes sir!"
Darian led the way up the stairs, the five soldiers following.
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"So, how did they find out where you live?" Noin asked. She was leaning against the wall opposite to Duo, trying to make sense of what he was telling her.
Duo sighed wearily, "I don't know. Some kind of information leak or something."
He ran his fingers through his bangs and looked up at Noin, "The more pressing question is, are you gonna turn me in?"
Noin didn't say anything.
"I see." He said with a small smile, then he winked at her, "Well, I guess if you go easy I won't give you too much trouble."
Noin smiled sadly "Okay. Look Duo I'm sorry that….."
"Nah don't worry, its your job, I won't hold it against you." He smiled up at her and handed her his beam scythe. "As long as you don't hold this against me." He lashed out with his good leg and Noin crashed to the floor, temporarily stunned. Duo stood up and limped to the door as fast as his injured limb would permit. He threw the door open, and found himself staring down the muzzle of Darian's gun.
"Hey don't mind me. I was just on my way out." He told him. Seconds later he sank to the floor, unconscious thanks to the butt of a soldier's gun behind him.
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Quatre watched as the last of the suits were destroyed, then turned and piloted his Gundam skillfully towards the roof, looking for some sign of Duo. He saw a group of soldiers coming out of the doorway, carrying something and he squinted in the dim light to see what it was…..no he thought….. it can't be! But there was no denying that it was an unconscious Duo they were lifting towards a carrier ship. He slammed his hands on the control panel, fighting to reign in his emotions. He felt almost responsible for what was happening, even though he was sure he had done all he could have, or did he? Duo I'm sorry, I should have been there, forgive me. There was nothing he could do now, if he tried to shoot he would most likely end up killing Duo as well, and the soldiers knew he was there, so if he got out of his Gundam, it would be five against one; not good odds. Damn it! He thought I hate it but I can't do ANYTHING! Reluctantly he turned his Gundam away and rounded up the members of his corps, intending to make the best of the situation. He sent out a frequency to Heero to tell him that the mission had failed; Duo was in OZ's clutches now.
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Heero made another furious swipe at the Tallgeese with his sword, nearly slicing its head clean off. He was seething inside as the Tallgeese brought its sword around for another pass that Heero blocked. He had tried to contact Zechs inside the Tallgeese, but had met static every time. Heero wasn't sure the person piloting the Tallgeese was even Zechs, let alone someone who was familiar with the suit. Finally his opening came as he blocked with his shield. He rounded his sword around and up, slicing off the Tallgeese's sword arm. Heero waited to see what the pilot would do and was startled when it simply saluted with its remaining arm and took off. Heero was about to follow when his com beeped.
"Heero? Its Quatre……."
"Heero here."
"Its about the mission."
Quatre sat back with a sigh, forcing himself to face the facts. "We've failed." He said simply, drawing silence from Heero.
"Understood. Are we withdrawing?"
"Yes, meet me at my house, I'll have your Gundam repaired if necessary."
More silence.
"Quatre it's not your fault," he stated sincerely, " I'm sure there's nothing you could have done."
"Thanks, Heero. I wish I was as sure as you are. Quatre out." He sat up and stabbed the cut transmission button, falling back into his chair. Looking out the window at the sun rising, he replayed the nights events over and over.
"Master Quatre? Its Rasid, we're moving out."
Quatre snapped out of his reverie, "All right, I'm coming."
With one last glance at the roof where he had last seen the Deathscythe pilot, he headed towards the rising sun, going home I'm so sorry Duo, so sorry….
An hour and a half latter, three of the five Gundam pilots were assembled at Quatre's lavish mansion, discussing the latest events. They were in Quatre's main meeting room, seated around a long oak table. Heero and Quatre faced Wuffie, all three deadly serious. It was bad enough that Duo was gone, but now Trowa was also missing. It seemed that someone was after the pilots, so they had all decided to stay at Quatre's house because it offered more protection than any other place they could be. All three Gundams were in the inner most hanger of Quatre's facility, being repaired by his best technicians. That is Quatre's and Wuffie's were being worked on, Heero still wouldn't let anyone touch his Gundam besides himself. All three were silent, thinking, running over the facts in their heads. Oz had taken both of the missing pilot's Gundams and the circus where Trowa had lived was almost totally destroyed, Duo's apartment was also in shambles.
Millions of ideas of how to rescue his two comrades ran through Heero's head, each more involved and dangerous than the last. He wondered where they were, Oz had so many bases, on both the Earth and in space. They would probably take no chances and move them to a heavily guarded area as soon as possible. It shouldn't be too hard to hack in to Oz's main database and find them, but rescuing them would be the hard part. It would take some planning, he knew that. He sorted through his plans and came up with two or three that could work. He sighed and spoke up, voicing his thoughts aloud, "I have about three ideas that would work, but I need to know which one will work for you guys." He launched into explaining his plans to his two remaining comrades.
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"See, Trowa, When you toss them up you have to give them a flick, like this.' He watched as Catherine threw two knives into the air with a flick of her wrist. The blades gleamed as they flipped and twisted in the sunlight. As they turned she caught one in each hand by the handle, then handed them to him. "You try." She said, flashing him a grin.
He reached out and took the knives in his hands, careful not to cut himself on their sharp blades. Suddenly the ringmaster ran out of the tent, "Trowa!" He yelled, running towards him, "We've got a problem!"
"What is it?" Catherine yelled.
Trowa looked up and squinted towards the horizon. He saw three black spots heading toward them at a rapid pace. He sprinted off towards the tent, towards his Gundam. Suddenly, time seemed to stand still as something fired at the tent, catching it on fire. He dogged a falling timber and pulled himself up. He turned back towards the lawn as a scream ripped the air. He could smell burning cloth and heard the whine of the engines of Mobil suits overhead. But all he could think about was Catherine, if she wasn't okay…………he looked up, a flaming beam was falling at him; he dived and rolled, knowing that he couldn't make it in time. He watched on his back as the beam filled his vision, then it hit, almost collapsing his chest. He couldn't breathe, he took a deep breath struggling……
"NO!" Trowa Barton sat up, sweating, yelling his frustration at being caught under that beam in real life, until the OZ soldiers found him and hauled him away.
He laid back down on the cold floor and ran a hand over his eyes. He hopped that Catherine was okay. He took his hand off his eyes and looked warily around his cell. It was a pretty large cell for just one person. No wait, there was someone else there, slumped against the far wall.
He hoped it was someone he knew, someone he could make a plan with and escape from this place. He got up on his knees and crawled toward his cell mate. It was dark in the cell, only a small broken beam of light entered the room through a grated window in the door. As he got closer, he could make out more of the person. Finally he got close enough to recognize his fellow Gundam pilot. Duo was there, still unconscious, slumped against the wall.
Trowa crawled over closer and shook him on the shoulder repeatedly. "Come on Duo, wake up!" he whispered. Finally Duo's eyes fluttered as a soft moan crossed his lips. "Damn Oz soldiers." He whispered hoarsely. His eyes opened all the way to focus on Trowa, a smile graced his features, "Trowa!?" he half asked. Trowa just nodded. "What the hell happened? I feel like shit," he said as he coughed and sat up, leaning his head against the wall. "How long have you been up?" He asked.
"A few minutes. Not very long." Duo's hand went down to his leg where he had been shot. "The wound…..it's gone." He said, his eyes open in amazement. "My leg, it doesn't hurt, but…."
"My ribs are fine too." Trowa said thoughtfully, "Someone went through the trouble to heal us."
Duo just laughed, "I'm not sure I want to know why……"
Suddenly the door opened and the cell was flooded with light. Both pilots covered their eyes with their arms, trying to block out the blinding light.
"So your awake are you?" An unfamiliar icy voice asked them. Duo rubbed spots from his eyes as Trowa spoke up, "Who are you?"
"Oh, you forgot the 'What do you want with us' part, young man." The figure chuckled. "My name is Nhard Benomoth, I am new to the OZ faction. As to why you're here……" He snapped his fingers and two men came in the room, "You'll have to forgive me for not explaining what's going to happen to both of you but I'm on a tight schedule."
Duo and Trowa watched as the men came closer to them and Trowa crawled back an inch from the sight of two shining syringes in their hands. "Oh, by the way, I specialize in the nervous system and the brain; the sleep inducers you were shot with prior to this will render you quite weak for a wile." He said with a chilly smile, "It's useless to resist, so don't bother. In a few hours you won't remember anything anyway." He turned away and called over his shoulder to the two older men, "Bring them to room 46D when you are finished; I will be with you shortly." He walked down the hall away from the pilots, a small lifeless smile on his face, his blue eyes cold.
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End of Chapter One! Thanks for reading it! If you have any questions, comments advise or whatever you can email me at mkshinigami@hotmail.com.
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