To all,

First, good that you stopped by to read this fragment of my imagination. I used to have an account here, namely oscarwilde23, but thanks to the Raiders of the Pathetic moms-with-nothing-better-on-to-do-than-troll-this-website, it was deleted. Chances are that when they find this story, it will happen once more. We'll see how far we'll get.

I'll start with my one of my personal favorites, Indebted. Crazy plot twist will ensue after a while, which I am still working on as we speak.

For now, enjoy.

His slow footsteps echoed ominously through the empty corridor. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead and he had to squint to properly see what was ahead of him. His breathing became more erratic with every step he took, leading him closer to the heavy oakwood door that had private written over it in neon lights.

Skulking through the shadows , Ciel felt like an unexperienced common thief and the weapon that he clumsily held in his sweaty palms only confirmed this theory. The gun did no justice to the upstanding person he was growing into and that thought alone would be scary enough to turn around had it not been why he knew he was here, which made him sure to see this through till the bitter end. The penetrating smell of metal made him nauseous. He wiped at his cheek, leaving a deep red stain on his pale gray suit jacket. The realization that he had just fought off and shot a man sank in and made him even more queasy.

He tried to shake it off by reminding himself it had been necessary. It had been in self-defence The nasty thought that he might have killed him crept up on him like a ghoul and it made his hands tremble. He took a deep breath and continued down the path, telling himself he acted righteously in precarious situation.

The door was so close that if he reached out his hand he could touch the knob. A sweat drop trickled down his temple and he swallowed audibly. This was not a time to be anxious. He clenched the handle of the Sigma. The large gun felt heavy and unnaturally large.

The grunts and snarls of the low voice on the other end of the door grew louder with every step. It made his skin crawl with uncomfortable anticipation. What should he expect? And in what state would he find his brother?

He pressed his back against the wall and took a moment to just stare at the stripe of light that came through the creak in the door. He had come to the point where there was no turning back, something that had not even been an option in his mind from the start. Tossing his slate bangs, he leaped forward like a pouncing cat and cautiously tried to peek through the crack.

In the middle of the room was a chair. It was guarded by three plum haired individuals who had respectfully turned their backs on the spectacle. In the chair sat a sinister looking dark haired male. In front of him, on hands and knees, was a young man who's head was bobbing up and down at crotch level. The large hand of the seated male felt its way through the soft blonde locks and his deep voice mused gruff demands and encouragements.

Ciel's chest tightened. His body felt heavy, as if turned to stone. He had to turn away and leaning on his knees, he slowly breathed in and out, fighting down an automatic gag reflex. The image burned onto his retina and awoke a type of helplessness and anger in him. He had only once felt like this before in his life and back then it had also given him power to act.

He straightened himself, turned and peeked through the crack once more. In his head he calculated his chances and none looked very prosperous. Without making any noise, he pushed the door open enough for him to slip through. He raised his gun, aimed and headed towards the middle of the room, his careful steps only faint whispers on the marble.

The sloshing and sucking noises nauseated him to the core and he slowly breathed in and out through his nose to draw as little attention as possible, and to force the bile that was rising in his throat back down.

He closed in, the trembling barrel nearing the temple of the dark haired male. He did not seem to take notice of a fifth presence and Ciel could not believe his own dumb luck. His eyes fluttered to the blonde individual. He felt his chest tighten and his lungs spasmed stubbornly, demanding a more deep intake of air which he did not wish to take in fear of being caught in the middle of his act. His guard weakened without him noticing and it was in this precise moment that pale blue eyes rolled his way and perceived his sudden presence. The blonde made a noise that alarmed all. Ciel did not hesitate and while the three guards turned and pointed there automatic weapons at him, he pressed the barrel of his own against the forehead on the blonde's assailer.

"I would've expected you earlier, Ciel Phantomhive." The voice was calm and collected, as if there was no gun pressed tightly against his head.

"I would've been here sooner if you had been man enough to face me upfront, Claude Faustus," Ciel hissed venomously, pretending he was in charge of the entire situation. In reality, he knew he stood a snowball's chance in hell.

A low chuckle rose from Claude's throat and his eyelids opened. His eyes had the color of liquid gold and they observed him coolly over the rimless glasses. There was no trace of fear, his face a mask of tranquility.

"I am a wanted man," he explained simply. "I need to protect myself."

"You're a coward who cannot fight his own battles." Ciel pressed the firearm harder against the smooth skin. "Let my brother go."

Claude clacked his tongue and pushed a lock of the blonde hair out of the pale blue eyes. They rolled up to him, tears glistening in the corners. Tears of shame that his older brother had to see him in such a position, kneeling down at someone's feet like an obeying dog that lapped happily at a juicy bone.

"He seemed to be rather enjoying himself before you barged in," Claude mused. He placed a hand on the back of the teenager's head and pushed down hard until the swollen lips touched the base of his cock. He looked up at Ciel and made a short hand gesture. "See?"

"I said," the barrel of Ciel's gun pressing even tighter against the throbbing temple. "Let Alois go."

"I believe you are aware of the ways of our organizations," Claude began, keeping the blonde tightly pinned down on his erection still. "Being the eldest son of Vincent Phantomhive, I am sure you know that there are certain ways to pay off debts. Your dear brother chose this one, eagerly," he added with a smug expression on his face.

Ciel didn't move a muscle, knowing that if he showed his weakness, he would soon be in the same situation Alois was in. He did not wish to roll over that easily and was quietly ashamed his younger brother had. Admitting that though would mean he had to admit that there was really nothing left of the Vincent Phantomhive legacy, something he knew but could not share with Claude Faustus, a powerful mafia boss who was infamous about his sadistic manner of negotiation. Ciel had to play his cards carefully not to betray both his little knowledge of the world his father had belonged to and the shame he felt seeing Alois pinned on another man's erection.

"Alois would never agree to anything like this unless he was not given another option," Ciel's eyes darted to his brother who was struggling for breath. He had to be quick on his feet. "I won't be extorted that easily."

Claude's dragged his index finger over his lips and took in Ciel's frame. Even if it wasn't showing, he knew Ciel was trembling and it pushed him to greater limits. "His debt will not be set that easily, Phantomhive."

"Anything can be settled with money," Ciel replied. "Name your price and I will see it done."

"Name your price and I will see it done." Claude languidly repeated the words and chewed on them. "I believe you are talking about the rumored trust funds," he grinned ominously. "That's what got your brother in this kind of trouble. Your parents have been dead for a decade and knowing your brother spend his money elsewhere, I can only assume yours has been used to pay off other creditors," little lights of satanic amusement illuminated the golden eyes. "Some things are priceless, Ciel. Getting the oldest son of the notorious Phantomhive legacy to his knees is one of them."

"I will never kneel for the likes of you," Ciel snapped viciously. "I doubt if I can even stoop that low."

"Really? Not even to settle his debt?" Claude caressed Alois's cheek. Tears trickled down the flawless flesh and the pale blue eyes rolled up to his older brother, and even under the pressure of the hand, he tried to shake his head, non-verbally telling his Ciel not to give in.

"You see," Claude reached down and covered Alois's face with his hand. The blonde's eyes grew and he desperately tried to wiggle away. "How long can he hold his breath? The human body can only take so much oxygen deprivation, especially when it's so fragile and under dire circumstances like these. The shame he must be feeling, the anticipation to be freed and the anxiety knowing it might not even happen at all." Claude clacked his tongue. "All enough to cause his fatigue body to give in more rapidly than under any other circumstances."

Ciel gritted his teeth at the diabolic pleasure Claude took in torturing his younger brother. Finally facing the truth that it was hopeless to stubbornly discuss a deal, he lowered the gun and dropped it at his feet. Dipping his head to his chin, Ciel acknowledged his defeat.

"Do with me as you see fit, but Alois go."

After a clear snap of the fingers, two of the plum haired guards stepped around the chair. Each grabbed one of Ciel's arms, pinning them on his back and forcing him to his knees. Ciel gave in without a fight. Claude sighed content, raised his hand off Alois's face and roughly pushed him away.

Alois coughed loudly and drew erratic, almost desperate breaths of air. "Please," he wheezed, "Please don't do this Claude," he leaped forward and dug his fingers in the fabric of Claude's suit pants. "It is my debt, not his."

Ciel tilted his head. "Shut up Alois," he snapped.

Turning to his older brother, the pale blue eyes locked with cobalt ones. "Don't do this, Ciel. It is my debt to pay, not yours. You were not even supposed to get involved in this."

"Alois, I am your older brother, thus involved in every dumb decision you make," Ciel concluded brisk. "I will always look out for you, no matter how careless or stupid your actions are. I will always take care of it, no matter the cost."

"You cannot do this," Alois wailed. "This will wreck your future reputation."

Ciel smiled confident. "It will be fine," he said and jerked his head to Claude. "People like him can hardly wreck my reputation," he faked a smug smirk. "They don't pull that kind of strings."

Alois clenched the damp fabric of his jeans and dropped his chin to his chest, using his blonde bangs to hide his swollen eyes. "I got myself into this mess. Why would you get me out of it?"

"Look at me Alois," Ciel leaned in as far as he could with two males pinning him down. "I said look at me."

Alois tilted his head and a sobbed when he saw that was always there to comfort him, not matter how badly he screwed up. It reminded him how much Ciel looked like their deceased father. "I am your big brother and it is my responsibility to keep you safe. No matter the consequences, I will always clean up your mess."

Claude had been watching the two interact with contempt. The persistent devotion of the eldest Phantomhive brother disgusted him greatly. He straightened his pants and stood, hovering over the two brothers like an immense dark shadow. "I hate to interrupt such a heartfelt brother moment," he said, every syllable he spoke dripping mockery. "But what is it going to be?"

"Ciel," Alois's eyes begged. "Don't do this."

"I will take his place," Ciel replied while looking his younger brother straight in the eye. Alois dropped his head and wept audibly. It was a knife to Ciel's heart.

Claude's smirk grew and low chuckle rolled over his tongue. "Excellent choice," he mused and turned to the crying blonde. He bend down and cupped Alois's chin, roughly forcing the teenager to look at him. "I am afraid this is where our collaboration ends, shark bait. I never keep things I cannot use around for long," he wiped a tear of Alois's cheek with his thumb. "It should comfort you that I fairly enjoyed your talented mouth," his eyes darted to his third bodyguard. "Throw him out."

The plum haired male stepped around his boss and easily heaved Alois off the floor. He threw the squirming blonde over his shoulder and walked out under loud protest of the teenager.

"Ciel! Don't do this, Ciel!" His cries died down while the two disappeared down the hall.

Ciel chuckled softly and dropped his chin to his chest. "Be safe, Alois," he muttered under his breath.

Claude sank down in his chair, crossed his legs and placed his fingertips against his lips. "All the things I can do to you," he mused while glancing at twenty-something male that was now kneeling at his feet. Claude pressed the tip of his black leather shoe underneath Ciel's chin and forced him to look up.

"Such lively eyes," he murmured while propping his cheek up against his knuckles. "I'm sure they will look even more alive once you bend to my will."

Ciel did not move a muscle while Claude's other hand reached down and his slender fingers slowly started to unzip his pants again. Ciel swallowed, and swallowed once more, but what lay ahead rendered his throat completely dry.

"You can continue where your brother left off," Claude informed him coolly.

"Do it yourself," Ciel snapped and spat on the floor. "I would not even lay a finger on you if someone paid me a million yen. I'm not a disgusting fruit like you."

Claude hissed and Ciel yelped involuntarily when the two males dragged him forward until he was flanked by Claude's muscular legs. His face was now dangerously close to the cum leaking head of the cock and he gagged when the erection twitched.

"Suck it," Claude demanded.

"Bite me."

Claude's eyes briefly exchanged a look with his two employees. One sank down next to Ciel and squeezed his nose shut. For as long as he could, Ciel tried to hold his breath. When he felt his lungs spasm painfully in his chest, he was forced to breathe. He felt a shoes press against the back of his head and his protest was nipped in the bud when the thick erection was shoved down his throat.

Ciel tasted the tangy flavour of the cum. The cock was warm and fleshy and he felt it stiffen even more and throb between his lips. It made him nauseas.

"Fuck," Claude arched and grabbed a fistful of the slate locks. He forced Ciel's mouth up and down his cock in a manner that pleased him. Saliva trailed down the shaft and pearled in the fine black hairs. Ciel squeezed his eyes shut and tried to comfort himself with the thought that he had succeeded in his quest. Alois was safe.

"Your brother was much more skilled at this," Claude spoke through gritted teeth. "I bet he sucked many guys before with that hot mouth of his. But you," he grabbed Ciel's bangs and tugged hard, forcing the blue eyes to meet his. "Knowing I brought the rightful heir of the Phantomhive empire to his knees is such a pleasure it greatly makes up for your lack of talent."

Ciel thought about biting down on the dick, but he calculated the consequences of such rash methods. They would indubitably beat him up and after the inevitable beating, he would still be forced to please the bastard with his mouth. Seeing the demonic lights in the golden eyes, he knew Claude would never extend him the courtesy of killing him before he had humiliated him in every way possible.

"You like it, don't you, Phantomhive?" Claude snarled through clenched jaws, followed by a deep guttural grunt. "Your fucking muscles cradle my cock so neatly. A perfect fit- ah fuck," Claude knotted his fingers in the bangs, pulled the mouth off his erection and rubbed himself until he came over Ciel's face.

Between the groans and cursing, he laughed at the defeated male and bending over, he licked the sperm off Ciel's cheeks and kissed him violently, forcing Ciel to swallow the warm fluids. The second he pulled back, Ciel spit it out onto the floor. Claude tilted his head until his glasses tinted over, making his expression unreadable.

"Let's try that again. With a little more enthusiasm," Claude squeezed his length, grabbed a handful of Ciel's slate hair and pulled his head back to his leaking cock.

Ciel pressed his lips together and inhaled deep. His decision to take Alois's place was for the best, but he already regretted it immensely. Reminding himself that he'd better comply without a fight than having to do all this after been beating up, he let Claude prod the head of his cock between his lips again.

Alois was carelessly thrown onto the snow covered concrete of a dark alley behind the club. Barely dressed, the cold December wind whipped at his bare torso and cheeks. He did not care for it and hands clenched to fists he banged hard on the metallic door, demanding to see his brother. After ten minutes, he wobbled out onto the busy avenue that was parallel to the club and using the wall as support, he staggered to the front. He was refused entrance and when he screamed and scratched the bouncer, he was harshly shoved backwards. He lost his footing and tippled back into a heap of fresh snow.

His entire body ached from the rough treatment he had endured these past hours as Claude's personal sex toy, and the biting cold of the snow and wind made it even worse. Forcing himself back onto his feet, he accosted strangers, begging for their help. The pedestrians avoided him or simply shoved him back into the snow. When his body started to feel numb, he gave up and sat on the snowy pavement, his face buried in his hands. When desperation struck and he lost the feeling in his limbs due to the frost, he used his last energy to grab a thick overcoat that passed him.

"Please," he begged, his fingers curling into the black woolen coat. "My brother."

Two voices started a short argument overhead and after a minute, the heavy fabric of the coat fell onto his slender shoulders. The stranger sank down in front of him. His amethyst eyes were kind and observed him with a type of concern he usually only received from Ciel.

"What happened to you?"

Black dots danced in front of Alois's eyes. The kindness eased his mind so that he felt safe to give into the exhaustion he had been battling. "Debt. Faustus. Phantomhive." It were the only words Alois could muster before he fell forward against the warm chest and lost consciousness.

"Joker, would you just leave that kid," a blonde groaned gruff while he buried his face a little deeper into his thick blue shawl. "We're already late and you know how he hates it when we're late."

"Did he just say Phantomhive?" Joker glanced down on the unconscious teenager that was pressed against his chest.

"How the fuck should I know? Why should I care? We're going to be late."

"Shut the fuck up, Bard," Joker snarled. "I'm trying to think here."

"That would be a first," Bard huffed while he dug up a cigarette. "You should not randomly pick up things that are just lying on the pavement you know. Who knows what diseases he might carry," he pointed out while lightening the cigarette.

"He is not an animal Bard," Joker spat back while he snapped his head up and gazed at the long line of people who were anxiously waiting to get into Club F and tried to find the link between the infamous bar and the words the teenager had summoned before passing out.

"Who knows?" Bard exhaled a huff of tobacco. "He is lying in front of this dump," he nodded to the club.

Joke dropped his chin to his chest and studied the blonde. His body was covered with red marks and rope burns. Drawing his own conclusions, he cradled the teenager to his chest and lifted him off the street. Regardless of the nature of the unhinged words he had spoken, he somehow suspected it would be wise to take this boy to see his boss.

"What the hell are you doing idiot," Bard snarled. "I informed you about picking up things off the street right? What if he has rabies?"

"Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth, you oaf. He is not a dog! Hand me your coat."

"The hell I am, it's freezing!"

"Yes, and so is he. Don't be such a pissy ingrate and hand me your coat. The office is only three blocks from here."

"Yes, three blocks too far."

"Bard, give me your damned coat or I'll tell him you were off banging whores last time we had a deadline and you feigned an illness."

Muttering that he never should have confided in him, Bard took his coat off and draped the heavy and warm fabric over the shivering blonde in Joker's arms. Joker nodded up ahead and without drawing too much attention to themselves while passing the bouncers of Club F, they disappeared around the corner

Ciel lay motionless on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He had blocked out everything around him. A sort of self-defence mechanism triggered by the filthy things he had been forced to do. Touches. Noises. Smells. Tastes. It was all the same to him.

After Claude had savagely taken advantage of his mouth, he had taken Ciel's off and undressed himself after. Claude's lips had brushed over every inch of his skin. His fingers had felt up places Ciel had never let anyone touch him before. Claude's fingers had curled around his cock and to his down disgust, he came while Claude jerked him off.

"Turn over."

Claude did not wait for Ciel to obey him and roughly rolled him over onto his chest. Ciel's hips were raised into the air and he winched when he felt the Claude's tongue lap and prod at his untarnished hole. It felt unnatural and much against his own disdain, he felt his cock react to the administrations. He kept telling himself it was just the touch, not the male that turned him on.

"Hard again already," Claude murmured and made Ciel moan when he reached around and pressed his thumb against the slit. "And leaking," he chuckled mockingly. "I thought you weren't a fruit like me."

"Shut up," Ciel growled. "You're a fucking disgusting fag."

Claude sat back and licked the beats of Ciel's cum off his fingers, coating them with his own saliva. "Let's see if you still feel that way after I fucked you."

Ciel's eyes cracked open and he frantically tried to scootch away when he felt the finger press against his hole.

Before his finger could enter Ciel, turmoil behind the door caught Claude's attention. He snapped his head up in time to see one of his plum haired employees crash through the door and land some feet away. A bullet wound in his stomach tainted his white shirt red.

"Even now you rely on such useless puns," a voice said calmly from the hallway. Expensive shoes clacked onto the marble floor and crimson eyes gazed disgusted at what was taking place on the thick white rug in the middle of the room.

Claude smirked and turned all his attention to the intruder. "Evening, Sebastian," he greet coolly, forgetting about Ciel for a moment and getting to his feet to level with him. "It has been a long time."

"Claude," Sebastian acknowledge with repulsion in his voice. "Still hopelessly tactless as always I see."

Claude ignored the insult and crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Still the sly hypocrite you always were. It's so pathetic I am almost amused by it. What brings you to my club?"

Sebastian pulled a hand from the pocket of his long black overcoat and raised a finger at the shivering Ciel who was failing to cover his vitals with his dress pants. "I came to retrieve that," he said stoically.

Ciel's expression changed and he squinted harshly at Sebastian. If the situation had been any different, he would have spoke up to defend himself. Cowering on the floor in the nude, it did not seem like the best idea to stick up for his wounded pride.

Claude crossed his arms and tilted his head. "He is not yours to retrieve," he threw a look over his shoulder that made Ciel freeze in position. "He has a large debt to fulfill. One he will fulfill with his virgin body."

Sebastian's expression did not change, but tiny ominous lights lit up in his crimson eyes. It was the second most terrifying thing Ciel had seen in his life. They were an omen that what this man had to offer was hardly any better than becoming Claude's pet.

"Perhaps this will lead to some sort of negotiation." Sebastian reached into his coat and retrieved a folded piece of paper from his inside pocket. "I know you grave this more than anything."

Claude snatched the parchment from his hands and unfolded it. His eyes lit up and he gazed at Sebastian over the rim of the paper.

"You would never do that."

Sebastian briefly turned to look over his shoulder. A ginger haired male emerged from the shadows on the hallway and enter the room, carrying a metallic suitcase.

"Put it on the table, Joker," Sebastian said, not taking his eyes off Claude. Joker followed his orders, put the case down and entered the numerical combination. The lock clicked. Joker opened it and stepped aside.

Claude glanced sideways at the table. From his position on the floor, Ciel couldn't see a thing, he only assumed that it would be filled to the brim with money, drugs or whatever means of payment was ordinary in their world.

"Do we have a deal or not, Claude?"

Ciel looked from one to the other. From the naked Claude to the smartly dressed Sebastian. Neither of them seemed like a good option. Naked or dressed, both looked equally dangerous.

Claude sauntered to the table and took the item from the case. It wasn't money, or even drugs. It was a simple copper key. Looking at it in the light, he hesitated for a second before turning to Sebastian.

"I know you were always fixated on owning this," Sebastian spoke coolly. "Take the deal while it still on the table. I have no intention to stand here all night while you waver about your options and answer. I have much better things to do with my time."

Claude put the item back and slowly closed the suitcase. Not turning around, he told Sebastian to take Ciel with him.

Ciel swallowed audibly and started gathering his clothes at Sebastian's command. Dressing himself as quickly as possible, he snatched his gun from the floor and pushed it behind his belt. Reluctantly, he walked up to whatever fresh hell Sebastian was without sparing Claude another glance.

"Thank you," Ciel muttered when he was close enough for Sebastian to hear. He just cocked an eyebrow and stared at Ciel for a moment, not saying a word. It made Ciel feel uncomfortable about the entire ordeal.

"Let's go." Sebastian lazily pushed his hands in his pockets, turned on his heels and walked out . Joker followed loyally in his wake. Sighing, Ciel put one foot in front of the other and bowed his head as he followed.

"Sebastian. Aren't you afraid that I will come and claim back what is mine regardless of our deal?"

Ciel froze when he heard Claude's words. He had not fathomed that possibility yet.

Sebastian stopped to look over his shoulder. A playful lopsided smirk that curled his lips. "Isn't that the fun of it? Good evening, Aniue."

Outside, the cold wind whipped at Ciel's cheeks. He shivered uncontrollably but he wasn't sure if it was from the winters' cold. Silently, he plowed after Sebastian and Joker who were in deep conversation, entirely ignoring him. After a block, Ciel got fed up with the two and stopped abruptly.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me," he yelled. Both males stopped in their trail and turned. Ciel crossed his arms and tilted his head with a certain air. "If you're going to ignore me, can I at least be excused so that I can go and find my brother?"

Sebastian's eyes glanced hard at Joker. He gave Sebastian a short nod in response, turned on his heels and walked on, leaving Ciel to the mercilessly intense gaze of Sebastian.

Sebastian walked over, the snow on the pavement crackled under his expensive shoes with every slow step. Ciel swallowed and exhaled a groan. Even after all the horrors he had gone through the past hours, this man stirred up something inside him. The way he approached him, like a big cat sneaked up on its prey. Primal and strangely elegant. It made Ciel shiver from head to toe.

Sebastian was now standing so close he could smell his cologne. An intoxicating mix featuring sensual cardamon and notes of grapefruit. It was mouthwatering. He loomed over Ciel and it both intimidated and allured Ciel more than he would ever care to admit, even to himself. The fierceness of his crimson eyes in sharp contrast to the stoic expression on his face. Ciel set his jaw and tried to act aloof.

"You are Ciel Phantomhive, are you not?"

Ciel arched an eyebrow. "I am."

"And I just settled your debt with Claude Faustus."

"Yes, you did but-"

"I think that makes it quite clear that you cannot nor will leave my side until you have paid off what you owe me."

Swallowing audibly, Ciel tried to dodge. Sebastian acted much faster. He grabbed his wrist and prevented him from running. Sebastian wrapped his free arm around Ciel's waist and pulled him against his chest. The place where Sebastian's gloved hand touched the small of Ciel's back started to glow. Ciel bit his bottom lip and did not dare look beyond Sebastian's mouth.

Sebastian smirked mysteriously and bend down. An involuntary guttural noise from deep within his gut spilled from Ciel's mouth when their lips touched in an almost feathery fashion. It was such a delicate sensation compared to the rogue manners he subjected to under Claude's firm hands.

"You are indebted to me," Sebastian breathed sensually, "and until you have fully repaid your debt I own you, entirely."

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