Doomsday Party
Today was the day. Today was the day when Uryu decided he'd finally confess his feelings for Orihime. Too bad Orihime was thinking the exact same thing...except for Ichigo.
"Orihime, I love you!" Uryu pronounced.
For the hundredth time to the life-size Orihime mannequin standing in front of him. He'd even sewn clothes for her that were...rather disturbingly similar to his own Quincy clothes.
"So, what do you say, Orihime?" Uryu asked, patting "Orihime" on the shoulder. "Go out with me?"
In a high-pitched voice, Uryu, speaking for 'Orihime', replied, "Why of course Uryu. I'd love to. Who else would I go out with? That Shinigami Ichigo? Pfff. He's such a loser. I only have eyes for you, Uryu."
"Ohh Orihime," Uryu began in his regular voice, pulling the mannequin close to him until their bodies were touching. "You don't know how happy you made me by saying that."
"Kiss me..." 'Orihime' said in an inviting, sexy voice.
Uryu needed no motivation for that.
Smooch!
"Kiss me again..." Orihime moaned, to which Uryu complied.
This time, making the lip-contact last for more than three seconds.
~*20 minutes later...*~
"What the heck are you doing?"
Uryu turned around and saw Orihime...standing next to Ichigo! Well, make that followed by Rukia and Chad, but only one thing registered in Uryu's mind: Orihime and Ichigo – together!
"I, uh, was just practicing," Uryu explained nervously, making sure to leave out the details while he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Everyone stared at him with blank faces. Orihime spoke up first, pointing to the mannequin Uryu was now so desperately trying to shield. "Hey, uh, Uryu...is that supposed to be...me?"
Uryu gestured tot he mannequin behind him. "You mean this old thing?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, it's not you! It's just...a mannequin of you!"
Orihime raised an eyebrow. Note to self: Uryu is officially mental. But before she could say anything, Ichigo cut in. "Hey, listen, Uryu! We're not here for small talk! Urahara said he wanted to see us all in his shop! It's something important!"
What could be more important than my make-out session with Orihime? Uryu wanted to know, glaring daggers at Ichigo, his self-proclaimed rival for Orihime's affections. But in the end, he decided to go along anyway.
--
At Urahara's...
"The Soul Society is holding a party at the Seireitei, and wants to invite all of you guys!" Urahara announced cheerfully.
Everyone gave him blank stares.
Except for Chad, that is.
His thick hair covering his eyes hid his stare (if he was staring to begin with).
Though he did let out a, "WHOOPEE!!"
Along with a leap into the air and fists pumped straight upwards.
Unfortunately, when gravity brought him down...
Crack!
Urahara's coffee table had a hole that Chad accidentally fell through!
"Uhh, oops," Chad said.
Not apologetic at all.
Urahara's response to that was, "MY COFFEE TABLE!!!"
Followed by an ear-shattering wail.
Yoruichi could only roll her eyes at her blond-haired companion, who was dragged out of the room by Tessai. "Anyway, you guys are probably wondering what's with Soul Society all of a sudden, but as you know, they haven't quite made it up to you guys for helping them with the whole ordeal with Aizen's betrayal last time," she explained.
"So they invited us t-to a party?!" Ichigo bellowed out in disbelief.
Yoruichi nodded. "But that's not all," she continued. "The party is for couples only—"
"Aw, man!" At that, Chad immediately slouched back down to the floor. "Guess that counts me out."
"Couples only, huh?" Uryu asked, glancing pointedly at Orihime, who was instead glancing in Ichigo's direction.
Who was glancing at Rukia.
"What if we don't want to go?" Rukia blurted.
"That's not an option," Yoruichi clarified. "After all, you don't want to deny Soul Society, now do you?" There was an evil glint in her eyes. "Especially your precious brother Byakuya, right, Rukia?"
Rukia gulped and then turned to face Ichigo. "Hey, carrot-top, whaddya say? You and me?"
"Wha??" Ichigo was flabbergasted, a tint of red crossing his cheeks. Not to say he wasn't thrilled, to say the least; he was just planning on asking her first.
But apparently, with his reaction, all of hell went loose.
Renji, for one, suddenly tore through the paper walls. "Hell no! Rukia's not going anywhere unless it's with me!"
Ichigo and Rukia stared at him. "Where the hell did you come from?" Ichigo asked.
Orihime, on the other hand, was as equally appalled with the prospect of her beloved "Kurosaki-kun" going out with another woman. She tugged on his arm. "That's right! Kurosaki-kun's going out with me!"
"SAY WHAT?!" was Uryu's and Ichigo's response.
Shooting Orihime a drop-dead glare, Rukia asked, "Name one good reason why Ichigo should go out with you?"
"...Because we both have orange hair?" Orihime replied, pointing to both hers and Ichigo's hair.
To which Uryu, Ichigo, and Rukia bellowed, "THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON!!!"
"It is to me," Renji supported, who knew that if Orihime took Ichigo out (whether willingly or not), he was free to take Rukia, simply because he'd be the next choice.
Forming a steadfast pout on her lips, Orihime argued to her protesters, "Sure it is."
And with that, she pulled a nearly-screaming and trying-to-flee Ichigo to the part of her where all guys couldn't resist.
Which made Rukia shake with killer intent.
Uryu, though, shoved Ichigo off Orihime and, with river-like tears pouring from his eyes, cried, "DON'T TOUCH MY ORIHIME, YOU PERVERT!!!"
Just as Ichigo opened his mouth to explain he had no intention to ever even be close to Orihime, Rukia punched Ichigo through Urahara's shoji screens.
"STOP RUINING MY SHOP!!!" Urahara sobbed from somewhere nearby.
As Ichigo twitched, semi-unconscious, Rukia threatened, "STAY FROM AWAY THAT B**CH!!!"
Yoruichi could only watch with interest, while Chad sat from the sidelines, munching on popcorn as he watched the soap opera unfold. Well, this is certainly turning out better than I'd expected... Yoruichi thought.
"I'm not a b**ch, you boyfriend-stealer!" Orihime snapped back, shoving Rukia backward. "Besides, I saw him first! Long before you ever came into the picture, so don't even try it!"
"Oh, I'm not the boyfriend-stealer!" Rukia countered, yanking on Orihime's long orange locks. "And you may have seen him first, but he didn't even notice you, bimbo! I, on the other hand, spent two months sleeping with him (in his closet) – so beat that, sister!"
Now that caught both Renji's and Orihime's attention. "WWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAATTTT???!!!!"
Even Chad gagged on his popcorn. Ichigo, on the other hand, flushed crimson. "Wait a sec! Now when did that happen?"
Everyone ignored him, though, of course. Orihime burst into tears. "WWWAAAAHHHHH!! Only I can un-virginize Kurosaki-kun! WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
Uryu was horrified by the prospect. "Orihime!" He caught her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. "Don't cry, my beloved. You can un-virginize me!"
"Ew! NO!" Orihime slapped him. Hard. Through the shoji screens.
"Ow..." he moaned.
Meanwhile, Renji was fuming with fury. "ICHIGO!!" he bellowed, and then, with a fierce battle cry, he pounced on the Substitute Shinigami and ripped him free of his most prized possession...
His hair.
There were different reactions to this.
Ichigo: "MYYY BBAAAAAAAABBBBBY!!!" he shrieked.
Chad had his big eyes sticking out of his eye-sockets.
Yoruichi: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Orihime fainted.
On top of Uryu, who blushed and thought, All of my dreams have come true!
Rukia snapped. "Renji...!"
She jump-kicked Renji's head.
Which had twisted a full 360 degrees!
Renji's body then fell on Ichigo's most sensitive area.
To which Ichigo, endlessly tearing up, clutched and rolled back and forward in agony.
"Oooohhhhhh!!" Ichigo groaned in agony.
Not feeling particularly sympathetic at the moment, Rukia suddenly grabbed Ichigo by the ankle and dragged him all the way to the Soul Society.
By the time they got there, though, Ichigo was close to dead. Forget his hair and loss of his manhood pride – he had a huge crack on his head thanks to all the snags and bumps Rukia had so carelessly dragged him through!
"C'mon! We have to find the party!" Rukia insisted, pulling him up by the arm.
Ichigo gripped his now-bald, bleeding head. "Now tell me again why I love you so much?"
Rukia dropped his arm at that, causing him to fall on his head again. "Watch it! You're gonna give me brain damage!"
"I think your brain's already damaged enough!" she snapped. "What do you mean you...love me?" Rukia had to choke out the words. "HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A STUPID THING TO ME?!"
"Stupid?!" Ichigo couldn't believe it. "What?! But I thought you loved me back! Or else why would you have said all those things back at Urahara's? I mean, sleeping together? Only in the same room!"
"I only said them so stupid Orihime would stop gushing over you!" Rukia defended herself. "She's the stupidest, most annoying, dumbest ditzy slut ever! And for your information, I only asked you to go to the party with me so my brother doesn't kill me for not going!"
Ichigo's heart fell to the floor. "Oh."
"Aha! There you are, Ikkaku!"
Ichigo turned around and saw Yumichika. And hold it, did he just call him...Ikkaku?
"I've been looking all over for you, Ikkaku!" Yumichika continued. "You know, everyone's supposed to attend the party but because it's couple's-only, I thought we should go together!" He flashed what he thought was a sexy smile. "So what do you say?"
Ichigo held his hands out in front of him. "Hold it, I'm not Ikkaku!" he protested.
"Um, yes, you are. I know you hate to admit it, Ikkaku, but you'll have to face the music sooner or later: whether or not you like it: You. Are. Bald."
Ichigo socked him in the head. "You don't have to remind me!" he shouted. "And second of all, why would you even be asking to go with Ikkaku? It's couples only!"
Yumichika flushed, rubbing his sore head. "Oh, but don't you know? I've always liked you, Ikkaku..." He fiddled with his fingers nervously. "I just...never knew how to say it....SO KISS ME, YOU FOOL!!"
He lunged at Ichigo, but met with Rukia's iron kick instead, knocking him unconscious in the process.
"BACK OFF, WILL YA?! NOBODY LAYS A FINGER ON MY STRAWBERRY!!"
Ichigo could only stare at Rukia in surprise. "But I thought you said you didn't like me—"
"Don't get the wrong idea!" Rukia huffed. "I don't like you, but that doesn't mean anyone else can!"
"Er, okay..."
And yet Ichigo couldn't help but let a small smile escape his lips.
This must mean that Rukia likes me but is in denial, he reasoned.
Although his smile didn't remain for long when he was socked in the gut.
By none other than Rukia, of course.
"Stop smirking at me!" Rukia scolded while Ichigo doubled over and groaned.
Inwardly adding, Why me?
Meanwhile, back in Karakura Town, Yoruichi made Tessai dump Renji's body elsewhere as she attempted to calm a weeping Urahara.
"There, there," she soothed, stroking his back. "Not much happened this time."
"E-every time th-they come h-here," Urahara bawled, "My s-shop gets ruined."
Putting her hand on his wet cheek, Yoruichi reassured him, "Don't worry honey. After the kids leave, we'll do something rreeaal nice."
"Nice?" Urahara repeated, his tears halting at the magic word.
Yoruichi nodded, displaying a seductive grin.
"YIPPEE!!!" Urahara cheered, shooting upwards before he promised Yoruichi, "I'll be right back."
Departing with a wink.
Mmm, Yoruichi thought, Kisuke's finally getting into the mood to do what I want, instead of—
When Urahara returned with a handful of his trademark hat (yes he has more than one) Yoruichi hit the ground like the typical anime character would when one was in disbelief.
"Kisuke, what—?"
"I'm sooo glad you finally agreed to play musical hats with me!" Urahara exclaimed as he quickly began setting the hats up.
But I wanted... never mind. Maybe I can get him in the mood later, Yoruichi told herself before reluctantly joining Urahara in a game of musical hats (which was the equivalent of musical chairs).
And as they were doing so...
Chad and Uryu left.
With Uryu carrying in his arms a still unconscious Orihime bridal style.
"But I wanted to play musical chairs," Chad whined.
To which Uryu said, "There's no time. We have to join Rukia and Ichigo in Soul Society."
"Why?" Chad asked. "You have Orihime, and Ichigo's nowhere near her. You two can finally be alone together, just like you've always wanted, without Ichigo getting in your way."
"...How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"About my secret crush on Orihime?!"
"'Cause I saw you making out with her mannequin," Chad answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Uryu flushed bright red. "Oh, yeah. Right."
So eventually, they arrived in the Soul Society, too (after Uryu had to hand over Orihime's body to Chad, since he soon grew tired of carrying her once they walked ten steps out of Urahara's shop).
But as soon as they got there, they were greeted by a very irate Ulquiorra, which was uncharacteristic for the emotionless Espada.
"W-Where am I?" Orihime asked in a daze as Chad set her down.
Uryu opened his mouth to speak, but Ulquiorra cut him off. "You're in the Soul Society," he told her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the Seireitei. "And you're coming with me!"
"Just hold on a minute!" Uryu cut in, reaching out for Orihime's other arm.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Ulquiorra barked, pulling Orihime rather harshly in his direction. "This woman here's going with me!"
"And just what the f**k are you doing here anyway?!" Uryu shot back, pulling Orihime back with equal force. "You're supposed to be in Hueco Mundo throwing emo parties!"
Chad held his hand up to his mouth in shock. "Ooh, you just cursed!"
"YES! I CURSED!! AND I'LL CURSE AS MUCH AS I WANT TO UNLESS ORIHIME GOES TO THE PARTY WITH ME!! I DON'T GIVE A [BEEP] ABOUT IT! I DON'T GET WHY SOME [BEEP]ING EMO FREAK LIKE YOU EVEN BOTHERED TO COME HERE IF ONLY TO TRY TO STEAL ORIHIME AWAY FROM ME! BUT [BEEP] OFF, YOU [BEEP]ING [BEEP]! I WILL NEVER LET YOU LAY ONE [BEEP]ING HAND ON HER!! BECAUSE ORIHIME IS MINE, YOU [BEEP]!!"
Everyone just stared at him. Chad didn't even bother to whip out his popcorn; he was too busy keeping tallies of all the times Uryu cursed just now. Orihime, on the other hand, couldn't help but blush. "Wow, Uryu...I never knew you felt that way..."
Ulquiorra, however, just relinquished his hold on Orihime. "Gosh, man! All that for a woman?! You can have her! I'm outta here!"
Watching Ulquiorra go, Uryu felt some hope rising in him.
I got my princess, instead of Mr. Emo... maybe now, she'll finally realize that—
Unexpectedly, Uryu was ambushed by Orihime planting a kiss on his lips!
Am I dreaming? He wondered as her soft lips pressed against his.
When she broke off, his lips, which lingered with Orihime's touch, yearned for more, Orihime confirmed, "I love you, Ishida-kun."
Uryu's glasses fogged up to the point where he couldn't see a thing. How I longed for this day, in where she called me "kun" instead of that...
Uryu's mind drifted off to other thoughts as Orihime kissed him again.
~*30 minutes later...*~
"Uhh, I hate to spoil the moment here, but don't we have somewhere to—?" Chad began, his eyes still covered with both his hands (though he took a small peak) as the current make-out session that was getting steamier each minute.
Only for a blue arrow to go through his chest!
Chad formed a stunned visage before he collapsed to his left.
Adjusting his still fogged-up glasses until they were in the center again, Uryu explained (to no one in particular), "That's what you get for trying to interrupt my kissing time."
"Ohh Ishida-kun," Orihime flirtatiously said, embracing his right arm as she leaned on his chest. "You're soo sexy when you kill people."
"Sexier than Ichigo?"
"Very," Orihime assured him before she leisurely inched towards him for more passion.
But just as she was about to, she abruptly collapsed on Uryu, knocking him over!
Uryu, still in the moment, blushed and asked, "Does this mean you would like to go all the way?"
When he didn't get any response, he frowned.
"Orihime?"
Silence.
"Ori—NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Plunged into her back was a Zanpaktou...
Belonging to none other than Rukia!
She smiled maliciously. "I've always wanted to do that!"
"Gee, Rukia," Ichigo put in, who was just idly standing there behind her. "Don't you think that's a little...I dunno. Over the top?"
Uryu was too paralyzed with horror to speak. All he could pay attention to was the bloody, lifeless corpse on top of him. Right when he'd thought he'd finally won her over, she just had to die.
"What do you mean 'over the top'?!" Rukia repeated viciously. "I hated her! I hated the mere sight of her! I never told you, but I'll tell you right now: I've always wanted to kill that damn annoying b**ch!"
"N-No, Orihime..." Uryu breathed. "OOOOORRRRRIIIIIIHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE!!!" With a fierce battle cry, he suddenly jumped up and wrapped his hands around Rukia's neck in a strangle hold.
"Rukia!" was all Ichigo could say.
"D-Don't just...stand there, you idiot!" Rukia ordered in between gasps. "Do something! If you really love me as much as you say...SAVE ME ALREADY, DAMMIT!!"
Even when she was being choked to death, she still managed to boss Ichigo around.
Ichigo flinched before saying, "Don't worry, my love!" he pronounced bravely. "I will save you!" And then – without warning – he bolted from the scene...
Returning fully clad in metal armor, jousting pole in hand.
Rukia wanted to die of embarrassment, but Ichigo didn't waste a second. "I swear on my soul, I WILL SAVE YOU!!" Ichigo declared, and then charged at Uryu with his jousting pole.
Only both Rukia and Uryu could see that Ichigo's thin frame couldn't balance the large, lengthy pole...
"I'm not dying here," Rukia declared before she used a foot to kick Uryu in where it'd hurt him the most.
Only she was off.
By about half a foot.
Uryu smirked. "You're too short, midget."
"DON'T CALL ME A MIDGET, YOU BEANPOLE!!"
"Hey, I resent—"
He would've continued.
If Rukia didn't jab at his Adam's apple.
Uryu gagged, releasing Rukia in a vain attempt to soothe his sore Adam's apple.
Blowing a raspberry at him, Rukia jeered, "How ya like that, you—?"
Her words vanished as soon as she felt the metal pole pierce through her throat!
Ichigo gasped at his fatal mistake. "MY LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!!!!! NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
He unawarely dropped his weapon as he dashed to Rukia to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Don't die," he pleaded in tears. "I'll patch up that hole in your neck. All it needs is a little tape. Just hold on, and I'll find some for you, okay?"
"She'll bleed to death before you 'save' her!" Uryu rasped, his throat still aching from Rukia's earlier assault.
Ichigo responded by kicking Uryu on...
"Well, what have we here?" Kenpachi asked with a broad smirk as he lifted a gaping Uryu off his back with his hand.
Uryu: He'll squish me in a second!
Kenpachi's sneer grew wider as he said, "Let's play."
Uryu: I'm doomed.
Meanwhile, Ichigo desperately tried to find some tape to cover up the hole in Rukia.
"F-forget it Ichigo," she frailly said, becoming paler by the minute. "I'm going to die and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Ohh Rukia," Ichigo wept. "I'm so sorry. So very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very—"
"Get on with it!"
"Infinity times square very, very, very sorry."
When Rukia didn't comment...
"Rukia?"
"..."
"Rukia?" Did she die without telling me? How could she die and not tell me?!
"D*mmit Rukia, are you alive or—?"
Smack!
"I'M STILL ALIVE, BAKA!!"
"...Are you sure you're dying? You seem so—"
"OF COURSE I'M DYING! CAN'T YOU SEE HOW MUCH BLOOD I'VE LOST?!?!"
"...Uhh..."
"There's just something I have to tell you first."
"And that's...?"
"Come closer," Rukia gestured, her voice getting weaker by the second.
Ichigo complied.
"I love you..." she revealed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Really?" Ichigo asked, his tone matching the emotion of a kid receiving a cookie.
"But now I hate you," she spat out.
Shattering Ichigo's once love-filled heart.
"But why?" he whined, to which Rukia answered, with her last breathe, "Because you killed me, you... baka..."
And so she (finally) died, leaving behind a very devastated Ichigo, left to mourn the loss by his lonesome...well, make that as lonesome as he can get with a very high Kenpachi nearby.
"Hmm...how should I deal with you ryoka?" Kenpachi asked no one in particular. "I know!"
"No, don't! Please!" Uryu begged, still dangling from Kenpachi's clutches. Our Quincy kind are going extinct! If you kill me—"
"There'll be one less of you to kill!" Kenpachi answered for him, now grinning like a madman. "That's excellent! Thanks for telling me!"
"Uh, no, that's not what I meant – GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
And thus, Uryu fell in pieces, ripped in two.
Kenpachi licked his lips in sheer delight. "Ahh, that felt good! Now..." he averted his eyes to Ichigo, who was still kneeling beside a dead Rukia's side, mumbling to himself. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Over and over again.
"Hey, you! Ichigo!" Kenpachi called out. Ichigo barely raised his head to look at him.
"Just kill me now and get it over with," he told him in resignation. "There's no point; I can't fight you."
"That's it?" Kenpachi asked in disbelief. "You're giving up? Well, that's no fun – not if you can't fight back—"
"Don't worry about that, Zaraki," came a voice. "I'll deal with this...ryoka..."
"Byakuya?" Ichigo knew that voice anywhere! The voice of his future in-law! He'd lost track of how many times he'd practiced proposing to Rukia in front of a mirror.
"I will slit your throat for killing my sister, you filthy piece of dirt!" Byakuya cried as he unsheathed his Zanpaktou, his once-cool demeanor fading in an instant.
He suddenly burst out sobbing. "I can't believe it! And here I had all these wedding plans for you and my sister! Baby shoes, too! Do you know how hard I planned for your wedding?! Years, I tell you! YEARS! Ever since I adopted Rukia into the Kuchiki household!"
Ichigo blinked in surprise. "Wow, Pops, I never would've thought, but hey, I'm flattered!"
"But what do you do?!" Byakuya continued, completing ignoring Ichigo. "How do you repay me?! By killing my sister!! I WILL AVENGE HER DEATH BY KILLING YOU, ICHIGO KUROSAKI!!"
"Uh-oh."
"Scatter, Senbonzakura."
"Eep!" Ichigo – not even in Shinigami form – tried desperately to run from the flower petals. But then again, you can only imagine how that turned out...
Anyway, once the flowers had dissipated and the body had fallen, Kenpachi burst out in applause. "Marvelous, Byakuya! That was amazing!"
Byakuya scoffed, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "Waste of time," he said simply, his voice now calm and cool. "We should be heading to the party now. It's probably already underway."
--
At the party...
"So, where are those ryoka?" Ukitake asked in confusion. "Didn't they receive our invitation?"
"It must've gotten lost," Byakuya answered.
Kyoraku scratched the back of his head. "But the Head Captain made sure they got the message. I'm sure they received it."
"I said, it got lost," Byakuya repeated, an irritated edge now present in his voice.
"Are you doubting my credibility, you underling?!" Yamamato snapped, glaring at Byakuya.
Finally, Byakuya couldn't take it anymore. "I TOLD YOU, I KILLED THEM, DAMMIT!!!"
Everyone gaped at him.
"You...killed them?" Ukitake repeated in shock.
Byakuya immediately regretted his mistake. "No, er, what I meant to say was—"
"MURDERER!!" Everyone cried in unison. "WE MUST KILL HIM!!"
"Justice will be served!" Yamamato proclaimed, flailing his wooden cane in the air.
"No! I-I only killed one of them – NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
So the crowd of angry Shinigami swarmed Byakuya and crushed him to death. Without even having to raise their Zanpaktou. Now if only Byakuya had kept his mouth shut, like Kenpachi. Who didn't say anything.
Who was now in fact standing in a corner, smiling in amusement as he licked his lips in sheer pleasure. Ah, the sweet taste of blood...
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