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Awaken
Blood splattered drenching the Persian carpet with streaks of crimson; the fire crackled lighting the chamber with a sense of creeping death that flooded the entire void. A depression darker than eyes sewn shut, sadness likened the darkest depths of hell engulf the murky room. The chamber was a chaotic mess of blood, flesh, decaying bodies and broken chinas.
Sprawled over the entire length of the crimson sofa Itachi heaved a sigh as he lifted his predatory gaze. Probing himself up with his elbow, his blood stained porcelain features radiating a sense of purity beneath the thick scene of dark decadent death.
Piles of bodies lay unmoving; their limbs splayed in odd angles, their eyes wide in terror. A small smirk twisted over his rosy lips as his gaze travelled over to the slumbering Pein surrounded by his latest victims.
Pein was curled up in a fetal position; his white bare body soaked in scarlet as he shifted and nuzzled against the belly of his nude prey with its cold hands cupping his sharp porcelain features.
The second victim posed in such a way that it was as if it was cuddling the vampire. Its graying hands pulled to embrace Pein over his lean waist, the mangle head, arranged to look as if it were nuzzling into Pein's bloody mane.
Lines of silk, laces and shredded dress tangling over the powerful porcelain body; curling over his arms, draping over his hips and clinging to the strands of his blood soaked locks. Like the beautiful leaping cherubs of Michelangelo entwined with silken cloth, limbs tangling and entwining with one another.
Ah yes so typical of Pein…His lovely Pein...
So innocent is he in his sleep; his beautiful cherub.
He hadn't changed much at all since three hundred years ago when he created him.
Still the same, toying with his food, ripping their clothes apart as if party wrappers, glutting on them so ferociously like a beast, arranging his mangled prey like trophies and leaving him to clean up his mess while he doze off with his rotting corpses without a single worry in the world. As if the world approved of their brutal killings and being burn on stakes were things of a fantasy.
Itachi tightened his lips as he swung his legs over the soft velvet sofa; his trench coat rustled as he strides with a languid grace towards the unmoving vampire.
The crackle of flames wavered, dancing over the bridge of Pein's sculptured nose, his high check bone.
Itachi smiled.
What can he say?
Pein looked so peaceful, so childlike that no one could look at him and ever think of a monster. Of course not... Pein is his beautiful angelic child.
"Pein…" Itachi knelt down; throwing the decadent hand away from Pein's blood stained features.
Pein whimpered, cringed, and squeezed his eyes tighter.
"Time to put away your toys…" Itachi whispered; resting his icy hand over that blood caked ginger locks.
Pein moaned; his features contorted in irritation as he curled himself up into a tight ball. Itachi wanted to laughed, he wanted to tease him, mock him for this childlike behavior.
"I know you can hear me…"
There was a long moment of silence where Itachi waited patiently, his fingers combing tenderly over the damp tresses as his gaze wondered in adoration over that alabaster features that he love so much. Finally Pein reluctantly stirred, lifting his long lashes by a fraction to glare irritably into Itachi's crimson orbs.
"Pein…Clean up…"
"My love…I was expecting a kiss when I open my eyes and instead I get an order?" Pein smirked, lifting his hand to cup Itachi's bloody features.
Itachi hissed; his fangs lengthened in warning as his eyes narrowed slapping Pein's hands away in annoyance.
So much for innocence!
"Clean up" Itachi snarled, standing to full height.
Pein isn't a bad child to have…
No…
But rather one whom Itachi would gladly lay down his immortal life, one whose love and companionship he could not imagine without and perhaps more than anything, a vampire that he finds maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying.
He loved him as deeply as a pureblooded vampire could ever love anything…
But not love as in the context of human love. No…
Love in context of human love does not exist in their world because such a love is an embodiment of self sacrifice.
Do mother give up their freedom for the enjoyment of raising their children? No…it's because they love them. Do soldiers go to war for the pleasure of killing their enemies? No…it's for the love they have for their countries. And so the list goes on.
Such love…such self sacrifice…It did not exist in a world of darkness, a world of adulteress, of death; of sin because there can be no impurity in love and in impurity there can be no love.
Pein knows this and for all the respect and fear he had for Itachi, he played his cards well. Itachi would not kill him.
Pein smiled design to irritate, tilting his head tauntingly.
"I want a kiss…" Pein whined, swinging an arm over his rotting prey, nuzzling his alabaster cheek over the soft belly.
"Stop your nonsense"
"Give me a kiss…"
"And if I do would you clean up?"
"Of course my beloved…"
"Liar…"
"Yes I am but I'll be quiet and not say a word all night if that's what you want…"
"…"
"How about that love? You always say that I talk too much…"
"You do" Itachi lowered his gaze, kneeling down once again.
Crimson meets silver.
"You are talking too much even now"
"Love…"
"Why do you annoy me so much…?" Itachi whispered, leaning down their breath mixed.
His midnight locks tumbled; caressing over Pein delicate features sending waves of excitation coursing through Pein's entire being. Pein swallowed, licking his lips in anticipation as he wrapped his arms over Itachi's pale neck.
My sweet child...you maddened me"
"That's why you adore me sweetie…I'm going to be the death of you…and if you still want me to clean up I'll be the death of Sasuke too"
"Pein…"
"…"
"You know I will always love you don't you?"
Pein blinked and the next moment he was smirking again.
"My my…so sentimental…I'm blushing already!"
"Pein…don't hurt Sas-"
"Where's my kiss?!" Pein declared loudly.
Itachi softened his gaze. The discussion was over before it even began. There is no point in talking to Pein when he wasn't interested nor is there a point in pushing the subject. Knowing Pein as he did so well, he might as well be talking to a stone wall.
"Darling…my kiss…!" Pein's voice waffled through his mind like an annoying bell.
Yes…yes…that bloody kiss he wanted so much. A devilish thought waffled through his mind.
Ah…why not?
Itachi smirked, flicking his lustrous tongue he licked seductively over his parted lips, tilting his head to the side.
"You know…it's been a while hasn't it?" Itachi whispered, pushing the decadent bodies to the side he strummed his cold fingers down over the curve of Pein's hips to lid a hand over his knees spreading them.
"Love" Pein gasped, his fangs lengthened, his fingers flexing with agitation.
"Umm…aren't you heating up?" Itachi moaned, flowing up, his hands shifted to trap Pein on either side of the carpet.
Pein's heart threatened to halt. Practically out of shock and he might as well be honest. Practically out of sheer lust.
Itachi sensing Pein's flair of desire gave a dark chuckle.
"Come here now"
Before Pein could say another word, before he could even blink; Itachi drifted down to capture those rosy lips in an earth shattering kiss.
"Mine…" Itachi growled, molding his velvet lips against those lush lips sending sizzling waves of excitation ripping through Pein's vein, heat pooling down his lower region.
"Ita-Ummm…"
Itachi deepened the kiss, his lips unceasing in its quest to take it all out of Pein, to wipe that devilish smirk off that white wash features. His tongue rolling to trail a wet path over the rosy lips, taking in the wholeness of it, taking in the softness of it, the beauty of it and the sweetness of it.
Pein shuddered, letting his eye lid fluttered shut as those talented tongue caresses his sensitive lips so lovingly, so intimately that he wanted nothing more than to cry out in pleasure, to weep in sorrow for the other.
A soft growl ripped sending thrills of excitation sizzling through Pein as he shifted his narrow fingers to tenderly cup Itachi's lovely face.
"I'm here my love…shh…"
He could feel Itachi's pain that's buried deep inside of him, he could feel Itachi's loneliness that edging out of him whenever he kissed him; see Itachi's love more deeply than he thinks Itachi could ever know, his heart purer than even that of a human and feel Itachi's unseen tears through his lips as Itachi gave him his all as he had always done.
"So beautiful" Itachi growled, his fangs lengthened, in an instant slicing through Pein bottom lips.
Fiery pain exploded.
Oh God! Yes!
"Oh mo-more!" Pein gasped, latching his slender fingers deep into Itachi's midnight curtain, pulling him closer as he parted his bloody lips granting entrance without a second thought as Itachi shoved his boiling tongue deep into his sultry cavern.
Talented tongues entwined with tongues, coaxing, tangling; caressing shaking Pein to the very toes.
"Oh umm…ye-yes…umm…"
"Quiet!" Itachi growled; his hands kneading insistently over Pein's heaving chest, his nails wittingly racked the heaving flesh, tightening the weeping length.
God!
"Itac-Itachi…love" Pein gave a weak cry as he suckled the sultry tongue like a child, twirling his tongue over the warm muscle, coaxing Itachi to ravage him more wholly, begging Itachi to violate him, to savor him, to explore all that he has to offer.
There was so much sensation, so much pleasure that Pein could only cling onto Itachi as the fiery kisses devoured his soul in drenching fire. As his lips took up a life on his own, his tongue performing a tango of seduction. His entire body squirming in sweet delight; his every nerve ending stirring to life, bursting to flames.
"Hmm...Pein…so sweet…" Itachi growled insistently; his fingers slithering over Pein's icy cheek to twist painfully over his ginger damp locks.
"Ita-umm….Ngh…I wan-wan-"
"Hush my child" Itachi snarled into the kiss; his free hand wittingly kneaded down the bloody chest, brushing tauntingly over Pein's clenched abdomen, nails racking teasingly over the pulsing length sending waves of blazing pleasure ripping through Pein's very soul.
Pein gave a startled shout, his nails unwittingly dug into Itachi's skull. His erection twitched to fits of bursting; pre cum trickled; smearing over his clenched abdomen, his sweaty pale thigh.
"Hmm…Ita-Ngh! It-it…hur-umm…"
"So lovely" Itachi hissed.
Snarled; twisting his cruel fingers with such atrocity, and fierce predatory hunger; chunks of ginger stands came loose by their bloody roots, the other stabbing into Pein's inner thigh.
Dark heat exploded like thousands of tongues of fiery pleasure it sizzled through Pein with such heightening pleasure that he wanted to scream in throes of ecstasy. His entire body writhing in bliss as he trusted his hips, molding his own twitching length over Itachi's clothed abdomen in desperation.
Itachi's cold cruel nails racked a trail down Pein's inner thigh towards the heated entrance setting bloody fires of pleasure ablaze in its path.
Pein gave a wretched gasped, his toes curled in bliss, his moist entrance quivered in excitation.
"Umm…Ngh! I want…it…" Pein panted, his fingers twisting painfully beneath sweaty velvet curtain.
His entire body shuddered and writhed beneath the talented wet ministration. This was far from the first time they had make out but no amount of time could ever prepare him for any of it.
"Ita…Ita…"
"Oh yes…!" Itachi snarled; his fingers tightened, slamming Pein's skull hard against the ground and at the same moment speared three of his cruel digit into Pein's gapping entrance, brushing over the sensitive prostrate.
"Ummm!" Itachi swallowed Pein's cries of pleasure.
Waves of fiery pain mixed pleasure speared through Pein like blazing poker. His entire body arched off the ground, latching against Itachi; his fingers twisted; hauling Itachi's midnight tresses from its very roots.
Without warning Itachi ripped his bloody lips away, slicing Pein's tongue, his embedded fingers remained unmoving.
His damp silken locks spilled, caressing over the sharp of Pein's nose dribbling over the pale cheek, stroking over Pein's swollen lips sending waves of anticipation slamming into him and making him drown in the intoxicating scent of fresh pine and blood that was uniquely Itachi.
Crimson meets teary silver.
Itachi panted, his chiseled chest heaving, strands of obsidian tresses stuck to his alabaster features, trickling tauntingly over Pein's flushed cheek, sending sizzling jolts of anticipation racing through Pein.
"Ung…Ita-lo-love…Don't stop here…don't leave me like this…" Pein trusted his hips frantically, desperately impaling himself against Itachi's motionless digits.
Beads of pearly liquid clung a trail from his hot slick slit. Itachi chuckled, feeling a hard wet boiling heat pressing against his clothed abdomen. A lick of delight curling in the very depths of his abdomen at the sight of a fully flushed Pein.
Pein was panting, sweating; his razor fangs fully extended, protruding from those panting robust lips; the once mocking silver orbs reduce to nothing but teary desperate plea and that strong cold body heating up to flames as it writhed and shivered.
Oh how he love him. How he love his gorgeous Pein…
"Such a naughty boy…"
"Umm-love...Ple-"
"Look you've wet yourself"
"I ca-can't wa-wait any lon-ger…" Pein pleaded, hauling himself closer by Itachi's neck, pushing himself against Itachi's delicious fingers.
"My…My Pein…you are mischievous tonight"
"Ple-please…it hurts…don't lea-leave me like this…"
"Lovely…"
Itachi smirked, letting his free fingers slither teasingly over the sweat slick clenched abdomen stopping just above the weeping length sending hell fire of blazing pleasure tearing through Pein.
"Ung!"
Pre cum spurted, his rosy tip leaked to fits of bursting.
"Oh dear me…" Itachi laughed.
"Ngh…mo-move …pl-please!"
Pein let his lashes drift shut, squeezing his eyes in concentrated bliss; stroking his fangs over the side of Itachi's lush cheek, rocking his hips in desperation for any amount of friction.
"Ah…just my mere touch…just fingers alone and you are already so wet and overflowing?" Itachi chuckled darkly, giving a teasing wriggle of the boiling digits.
Pein screamed; his hips left the ground, humping frantically over Itachi's abdomen as he writhed in fiery ecstasy, his toes curled.
"Haaa...Ngh…Ple-Please!"
"Rub harder...come on…" Itachi smirked.
Pein shuddered; nuzzling his burning cheek desperately against Itachi's cold ones, his hips bucking; his breath came in ragged pants, saliva trickling down his side.
"Gr-grab me…lo-ve…ung…"
"So true to your desires Pein…like the beast we are…" Itachi whispered.
"Ye-yes…"
Oh yes…yes…Pein could feel it. He could feel the excitement that was wrapping them like a second skin. He could feel the lust that's radiating of the other.
The fierce predatory hunger; the wild aggression that was stirring beneath that calm façade of his maker.
Oh yes…the mood was there tonight and nothing was going to spoil it. Nothing at all… nothing but the sudden slam of the heavy mahogany door.
The loud, deafening, irritating and utterly unwelcome sound of the sharp clicking of door that punctured the room. Itachi froze, hauling his digits out; Pein groaned; slammed his head back against the bloodied Persian carpet as if an invisible force had hauled it to the ground.
The mood was definitely broken. And if Itachi's deflated arousal was anything to go by, it wasn't going to be coaxed back to life anytime soon.
"Oh God…He must have been standing ten feet from us…" Itachi let his lashes rest upon his cheek, his fingers reaching up to touch his temple in irritation.
"That…little…brat!" With a snarl of frustration, Pein slammed his fist against the decadent corpse by his side.
The wind roared in Sasuke's ears like thundering booms as streaks of black and silver of stone walls and glowing lights of lamps bolted pass his side at a terrible speed. His silken bangs, fluttered to his side, strands of ebony locks caressing over his landscape nose with the intensity of his speed.
The silken ebony bath robe he had stole tore, his bare feet lacerated with sharp stones but it could have been nothing more than soft caresses of dove feathers beneath his white flesh.
The night was more alive than it have ever been in his life. Thousands of bright blinding lights exploded over his superior vision. Colors so vivid, so breathtaking flooded his senses like never before.
He could hear the melodic shrills of cicadas miles away, he could hear the soft scrapping and shuffles of shoes in a distance, the thundering clogs of hoofs that was almost deafening a mile away, the terrible sharp gushing of calm river beneath the bridge half way across the city all these a colossal of clashes of racket slamming into him so intensely that he could barely understand what was happening to him.
This is wrong.
All of this! This speed, this incredible vision…This is blasphemy!
Swiping his head to the side, he turned down into another darkened alley with all the grace a mortal should never have. Lamp poses swiping pass him within a split of a second as his powerful body bolted down the alleyway with the least of an effort.
His heart thundered; his entire body shook in fear as he continued to run. It didn't matter where he was going, it didn't matter that he had no idea where he is or which direction he was heading.
All his mind was screaming at him was to run!
To just run!
Sasuke whimpered, his lungs constricting in fear.
He could still smell them; he could still smell the sickening sweet scent of blood that overpowered the bloodied slaughter chamber like incense. The fragrance so intoxicating it prickled his very core, humming deep in his very blood like an old lover.
Worst still, he could still see them in his mind; he could still feel them so vividly in the back of his eyes.
The crimson blood that rolled down the ivory walls, the blood that splattered over the alabaster edge of the elegant metal piece that framed the roaring hearth. The heaps of bodies that lay sprawled over the ground, their limb bend in odd angles, their long slender legs lay splayed, their lifeless eyes, wide, staring emptily at him.
And he could still see Itachi…See Pein…
God!
They were making love in the midst of all those rotting corpses!
A wretched sob wrenched from him thirsty throat as his knees bolted, crashing him to the ground.
Sasuke gasped, squeezing his eyes shut he hurriedly cup his gapping lips, muffling the sobs that erupted. Hot scarlet tears trickle, rolling down his shaky slender fingers.
How could they do this?
How could they kill without the slightest inkling of guilt?
How could they kill with such brutality as if human were nothing more than mindless worms? And without even an ounce of respect, without even an ounce of remorse!
Monsters! Monsters!
Sasuke wept.
He wept in agony as his soul wept not for those tortured men, women, children…
Not for their screams or for their terrified expression as they lay unmoving with their bloody throat ripped apart. With their lips parted as if a silent scream, open so widely that he could see the back of their throat as if they must have shrieked their lives away, as their nails split in the struggle beneath those powerful body, as their veins dried up, as their weakened heart rupture in the effort to keep up with their exertion and their bones fracture in the crashing embrace of their captor…of Itachi….
No…
But because had loved it too. He had loved every bit of that grotesque scene so much that it frightened him.
Adore the way those many shades of scarlet painted those walls, the way they give such vibrant color to those pale graying skin as they painted their ashen lips in such brilliant scarlet of life that are so breath taking…
Spellbound in the arty ways those bodies lain in piles with their arms entwined in tattered fabric, their flowing locks caressing over their lifeless doll like features as if a skilled puppeteer laying his precious dolls to rest after a brilliant fit of performance…
Like a master piece of death.
A master piece of erotic carnage with such macabre beauty that he wanted to weep in the loveliness of it.
"Sasuke…?" A voice whispered.
Sasuke gave a startled gasped, swiping furiously at the thick bloody tears that poured.
"S-sir…?" Sasuke rose with such grace and with an effortless roll of his heel he turned to face the other.
His obsidian bangs fluttered, his tattered bath robe wrapped elegantly over his lean form. His eyes widen, his lips went dry as his heightened vision gaze into the man's gentle face.
Clad in pure white of church's robe, the spiky silver tresses fluttered as a swirled of wind funneled through the alley, bellowing his robes and Sasuke's own torn robe.
"Bishop Kakashi…."
"Sasuke…" Kakashi smiled sadly.
A sudden rush of blood was pounding into Sasuke's ears, a sudden fiery thirst flaring through his very soul as his entire body trembled with a monstrous hunger he had never felt before.
He could hear the tangible beat of strong heart thumping in his ears, he could hear the melodic rush of his fresh blood gushing in those tempting veins…
And oh God…Oh yes…
He could smell those sweet sweet aroma of blood that seemed to be radiating off Kakashi like waves of invitation to kill; clouding his mind with fiery red of blood lust so thick he could barely form any logical thoughts.
"Why are you here Sasuke? Why are you wondering at night again?"
Sasuke shook his head.
"What is it now?"
"Noth-"
"Sasuke did you run away again?!" Kakashi demanded, stepping closer towards the younger.
"Le-leave me…"
"Why did you run away from the orphanage again?!"
"Let me be!"
"Sasuke!" Kakashi thundered, reaching out towards Sasuke.
Sasuke gasped, his translucent orbs followed the pale long fingers in alarmed.
No! No! No! Kakashi would see him! See his snow like skin!
"Leave me alone!" Sasuke spat, slapping those white fingers away, stumbling into the shadows.
His voice echoed.
Sasuke was shaking, his entire body was shaking; blood pouring through his every sense. Thirst, blazing thirst aflame in his very core; clawing up his throat like a beast.
"Sas-"
"Don-Don't tou-touch me! Don't!" Sasuke panted, his breath hitched chocking in the intoxicating scent of roaring blood, his fingers curling.
"Sasu-"
"Ju-just leave me!" Sasuke shouted, his grip tightened, his nails punctures his palm.
"You look pale…"
"I-I…"
Sasuke lowered his gaze.
With a sudden thrill of horror he could feel to razor needle lengthened in his mouth, prickling teasingly over his bottom lips.
No! Please No!
"Shh…shh…you are hungry am I right?" Kakashi whispered, leaning forward.
Oh God! No! Please don't look at me!
Sasuke gasped; turning away his shaky fingers hurriedly shift to cover his lips, his fangs probing against his icy palm. His throat was on fire, his entire body trembling with hunger as his pupil dilated, his translucent gaze instinctively gazing over the tempting vein that's pulsing just beyond that pale creamy neck.
"Here…have some of this…" Kakashi muttered, pulling small packs of biscuits beneath his robes.
Sasuke's nose cringed at the nauseating scent of diary biscuits.
Yes….This will help.
It has to!
He was just hungry that's all!
Before Sasuke could stop himself he snatched the packet, ripping them apart shoving them into his parted lips.
With the first bite, the biscuit exploded into bits ash in his mouth, chocking him. Fits of coughed and bitterness bombarded him as he forced himself to chomp down. His hands hurriedly reached to cup his shaky lips, stopping himself from throwing up.
"Sas-"
"I'm fi-fine!" Sasuke coughed.
His eyes watered, his entire body trembled as he forced himself to swallow; ripping another packet apart. Again he shoved them through his rickety lips, his fingers shook; his stomach heaved, churned brutally in protest as he felt acid shot up his throat.
Sasuke coughed.
"Sasuke…slow down"
Sasuke shook his head, throwing his head back; he forced himself to gulp down the rough ashes, forcing the bloody tears back, his lips quaked.
He could eat this stuff! He didn't need to kill like Itachi to live! He could live with human food couldn't he?!
Yes! Yes he must!
"There's no need to rus-"
Before Kakashi could even finish Sasuke snatched another packet from him unwittingly slicing his dry fingers.
Kakashi gasped, blood began oozing from his slender fingers.
The invigorating scent of blood erupted.
In an instant Sasuke froze, his heart hammered as scarlet exploded over his vision. His throat burnt with the eternal flamed of hell; his nostril dilated drowning him in the exhilarating scent of blood the craved so much.
Scarlet… the beautiful hues of red so rich.
His fingers clenched crumpling those crispy biscuits to dust as he watched that brilliant red rolled so intimately down that long slender digit.
Kakashi lifted his gaze towards the unmoving Sasuke, smiling gently.
"It's okay…Look…. It's just a small cut" He smiled lifting them towards the dim street lamp for Sasuke to see.
Sasuke stilled, his entire body clenching with a sudden thrill of dark excitation. His tongue instinctively flicked out to lick erotically over his hungry dry lips.
A dark stain, spreading through him like a disease as a terrible beast breaks free from its chains enveloping his mind, his soul, his blood; plunging him with an indescribable sense of detestation, conceit, darkness and blood thirst.
Sasuke wanted blood…No…Needed them…Needed them with an intensity that was almost monstrous. With an intensity that was almost beastly. His fangs lengthened even more as his breath came as short ragged pants.
The melodic rush of blood and the erotic beat of heart that so foolishly pounded without fear were like roaring drums of encouragement for death.
Oh how terribly intoxicating those first gulp of blood would be?
And oh how breath taking he would look to be drench from head to toe in the scarlet of life?
Umm….Yes….he would be lovely, like the new born child from a mother's womb that humans love so much.
"Have some more…I know you are hungry" Kakashi gently push more packets into Sasuke's trembling fingers.
Foolish human…Stupid human…
"I'm not mad at you…it will heal in time...just like any physical wound"
Oh how easy it would be to sink himself deep within those bloody veins…To drain him to nothingness…to drain him to the darkest depths of hell as those brittle fingers clawed over his marble skin.
As that sweet melody of raucous screams and the delectable scent of adrenaline drowned him in his sea of bliss.
Yes…yes…It would be so easy to dispose of it too.
To rip this foolish human from muscles to muscles. From bone to bone. To tears apart his flesh layer by layer; drowning himself in the last drop of the sweetness of his holy blood.
"It is the unseen wound that i'm more concern..." Kakashi smiled sadly, reaching to cup Sasuke's porcelain features.
Kakashi stilled, his muscle clenched in shock at the icyness that touched him. His eyes narrowed in deep concern.
"Sas-Sasuke...are you okay?!"
"Oh yes…of course…everything is perfect…Kakashi…"
"Sasu-"
Before Sasuke could even think he launched himself at the unsuspecting Kakashi.
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