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Beware of the Yakuza

Everybody Loves A Ball

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I was glad to leave that room as quickly as Naruto could lift a fully developed human weight onto his back, stiffer than the last time I was clamped against it. The air had grown terribly thick once he said that name, enough so that it was highly possible to slice through every molecule of tension as if the air was a slab of meat ready for Sunday roast carving. Naruto was changed also, his face tightly set in a scowl, fists closed and gently wobbling at his sides. He didn't say anything else from that point on (not that he could–his lips were glued shut.)

He lifted me onto his back like a mother gorilla, pointedly ignoring my stare, and carried me away from the bathroom to a new destination that was currently unknown to me. No words were exchanged between us as much as I silently pleaded for him to say something…anything. However, he remained quiet, fully concentrated on the path ahead of us. I tried to distract myself from the heavy silence he carried along with us, looking above me at the ceiling carvings of plump cupids and their arrows pointed at the angelic figure of a woman, innocently gazing afar, her naked body partially hidden by the plaits in her hair that fell over her shoulder like an endless waterfall. If only I were her, who was far out of reach from any trouble waiting to gobble her up.

My attention kept to the views around me of the house's design that bled sophistication, maturity and wealth, which made me wonder as Naruto climbed the mountainous staircase, what did he and those men do to procure such luxury? The thought frightened me. As tempting as it was to find out (and as easy as it was), what would happen after? If I figured out their 'trade', their entire histories, then that would mean I was absolutely accountable to these men, I would become theirs, bound by my simple knowledge of their existence. All of this fuelled my desire to find my way home, back to the hours of normality and safety where there weren't any strange characters knocking on my door, and forcibly carrying me away from my utopia of books, TV and food.

I felt Naruto shrug me off his back as I finally arrived in reality, the tall walls lined with doors and windows returning to their places with the décor of posh chairs and end tables fitting comfortably back in place of the delusion I wished was real. My feet hit the carpet with a painful thud causing a sharp kick to knock the souls of my chafed feet. I bared my teeth in agony although, Naruto still didn't take any notice, taking the door handle in his palm and clamping his hold around it to successfully open the door.

He took a step back allowing me to pass through awkwardly on my tiptoes. His frown only grew deeper. I finally managed to step inside the room I would be staying in, gazing blankly around, my eyes staring at the sizeable bed for much longer. How nice it would be to just lie down and sleep, even for two minutes.

"Clothes are in the drawers." A low rumble came from behind me making my head turn, my eyes meeting an aggravated gaze pointed at the chest of drawers he mentioned. One nod was enough for his conscience to be reassured that I knew what I was doing, and leave the room altogether, the faint whiff of masculinity lingering at the door being all that was left of his presence.

Speaking of whiffs, an old musky smell disguised the purity of the air surrounding me, hitting my senses with a wake up call; my skin desperately needed reacquainting with a bar of soap. Although, it would of helped if clear directions were given before Naruto took his leave, concerning the whereabouts of the bathroom. Deciding against calling him back for fear he would completely ignore me or suddenly flip out, releasing all of the pent up rage that radiated strongly from his strides. I shook my head; why was I so dependent on him all of a sudden when throughout my entire life, I had remained on my own, trusting only me.

My eyes quickly skimmed across the room once more, looking over the drawers, the enormous bed big enough for at least five people to comfortably slip beneath those heavy fabrics, the paintings and ancient ornaments, the grandfather clock ticking the minutes away in a low hum, and finally another door standing tall and alone on the other side of the room. I walked (more like hobbled) forward over the carpet, attempting to keep the friction between skin and fabric at a minimum, and reached my hand up to catch hold of the handle, pushing it open.

This bathroom was almost identical to the other; a shower, bathtub, sink and toilet were all prominent features. At that moment I couldn't have cared less about whether there was a pink elephant scrubbing down with a fluffy sponge in the tub, I just needed to wash, I needed the clear fumes to distract me from what was happening and (god-forbid) what was going to happen to me. Almost skidding across the cool waxed tiles (that sent relieving shivers up the chafes of my feet), I managed to reach the shower unscathed and without any hesitation, I slid the glass door to one side giving myself room to move into the shower after dropping my towel to the floor.

I stepped inside and slid the door shut. Finally my wish would come true. Water started pouring out endlessly from the overhead mouth of the shower, drowning me in its steamy lava. The large wet droplets shook the dirt from my skin and carried all of it to its death in a violent whirlpool that disappeared into the darkness of the drain. It felt nice to be free of that condemning grime.

I poured as much shower gel into the cup of my palm as it could hold, lathering it up and swiftly applying it to every limb I was in reach of. The suds soothed my muscles, massaging their way in between every layer of taunt tissue and working the tension out. I was finally beginning to relax in this strange place, and as I washed away the soapy veil covering my body, an unexpected thought rushed through my mind; what about the surgery? And Tsunade, how was she going to react when she saw I wasn't in my office filing away paperwork or handling a patient's case?

I dreaded to think what the surgery would turn into when she discovered I was missing–boy, did that lady have a temper.

Wrapping my fallen towel around me once the water ceased to pelt me with its refreshing teardrops, I stepped out of the shower, my feet (now eased) meeting the icy top of the tiles, and dried off as quickly as my arms were capable of moving to avoid any more assaults on my wet skin by the cold air.

As the towel slid further and further down my body slipping across my legs like a net catching the rolling tears, I couldn't have been more mortified when the bathroom door swung back hard, clattering into the tiled wall, exposing my unadulterated nakedness to a pair of cerulean globes completely glued to the surface of my wet skin. I felt a blush creep up my neck, shadowing it in a furious pink that reached the tops of my cheeks, putting my hair to shame. And yet, despite my humiliation, I found it impossible to recover my dignity… nothing would move. My body didn't even twitch; everything was out of order and my skin remained naked.

"Um…" It looked like Naruto's tongue was just as immobile as mine was.

We continued to stare like rabbits caught in headlights at each other, unmoving and totally mute. I couldn't guess how long I endured that painful silence but to save myself from eternal chagrin, I exercised my power of speech and let loose the anger coiling up inside.

"Get out!" and picking the closest thing to me–which was a grave mistake–I lunged my towel at his paralysed figure and ultimately relinquishing any amount of protection I previously clung to–it hit him square on the face, gliding down as fast as it had landed, to the floor. Naruto spared a last quick moment to digest my show of nudity before escaping from the grip of my glare, leaving the towel in front of the closed door. I needed time to collect myself in these few minutes of regained peace, taking deep breaths in and out, calming down after the exchange of embarrassment between us that had left me feeling even more uncomfortable in this place than I was before–which I thought was impossible.

I subdued the heaving of my chest as thoughts of home entered my mind once more, filling my stomach with a tickling sensation–hope. What could be better than to go home?

Feeling better, I broke out of the stiff stance I stood in, shook off the awkward blanket of alienation which was starting to tighten the longer I was trapped in this place, and made my way towards my towel at the edge of the bathroom's entrance. It felt comforting between my fingers, its soft frays caressing the surface of my fingers as I wrapped it under my arms again, squeezing them down to secure it in place and placed my hand around the door handle. It rattled along to the beat of my nervousness–I didn't want to face Naruto just yet–and had accumulated a layer of damp that clouded its polished finish, a result of the excessive sum of sweat leaking out of my palms.

Clearing my throat and straightening up, I forced the door forward, opening my shelter to the man with the sunny hair and gleaming teeth, whose cheeks were still hiding a shy pink. Tightening my grip on the handle my clammy palm still hugged, I sucked in a breath of tense air and managed to strain my eyes on the man sitting against the bed. I could feel the warmth on my cheeks growing intensely as a flurry of recent memories in that bathroom rushed back into my mind, reminding me of those painful seconds spent vulnerable to a stranger's scrutiny (Naruto seemed to be experiencing the same thing because he couldn't help but allow his rogue gaze to stray from mine.)

"Ahem," his cough was superficial, "I brought you some clothes."

I waited a short while before answering, the words becoming harder to grasp hold of.

"T-thanks."

"Your welcome." Scratching the back of his head and smiling sheepishly Naruto stood up off the bed and began walking towards the door leading out onto the lengthy hallway. I studied his back, noticing the broadness of it, making him look all the more masculine than what his eyes portrayed. I watched him take the handle (although, it looked like his hand had eaten it) and pull the door back to give himself room to leave my company.

"I thought I had clothes in the drawer." He stopped in his tracks and looked at me over his strong shoulder.

"You won't find clothes like that," he jerked his head at the suit travel bag, "In a chest of drawers."

He waited by the door like he was hinting for me to take some initiative and check out what was zipped up in the bag laid neatly on the bed. So, taking his hint, I stepped across the room closing the space between the bed, myself, and Naruto who carefully studied my expression deciphering the thoughts running through my mind while I, gripping the zip between my fingers, nudged it open and hesitantly peered inside the black space. From the corner of my eye I watched his mouth twitch, forming a discrete look of complacency as he looked at mine, that were bulging from their sockets with surprise. The apparel secured within the folds of the bag was…expensive. Pulling it out to inspect the item clearly, I wasn't able to stop my lips from parting in astonishment when I saw what he had given me.

It was entirely black, and long. The torso of the dress was opaque and strapless, shaped at the bust into a cupid's bow that I'm sure would offer a subtle peek of the wearer's cleavage. A thin band of small-cut diamonds were wrapped round the midriff of the dress, leading to a flourish of material, swaying out in waves of lucent silk that fell down past the feet when the wearer was still, in layers, turning opaque again and immersing the wearer's legs in a smooth, caressing pool of silk.

It was beautiful.

"Be quick, we'll be leaving in an hour and a half." Naruto's voice registered in my head, as did the other silent noises in the room, pulling my imagination out of the clouds and back to reality.

"Wait! What do you mean be quick?" my eyes flitted between the dress and Naruto, "I'm not wearing this!"

"Well I'm not too keen on you turning naturist right now, this isn't the time for something like that." He huffed playfully, noticing the blush that returned to my cheeks at the mention of nudity.

"I can assure you my feelings are the same." I bit out, face piping hot with embarrassment.

"Good. Now get dressed."

"Wha- Naruto, what the hell!" I shouted uselessly at the (now) closed door. I was left alone, dress held in hand and an expression that would rival Tsunade's. Great, I thought, now I had to dress in this…

Or I could just not do it. I wasn't being forced (technically I was) which meant I was able to choose whether I threw the dress on or not…

And if I did that then you might as well say 'bye bye Sakura' now. There was no way I was getting myself into trouble by rebelling against this one, small request; I refused to endure another session of intimidation with that Neji guy, I could guarantee I would have nightmares for the rest of the week of his stone face and pupil less, cold eyes glaring at me through those velvet brown strands of hair fallen from the band securing the rest of his mane at the back of his head (stop getting carried away Sakura.)

It wasn't worth the stress refusing to comply with their orders, even though I felt like a woman of the 18th century–repressed and subordinate. However, I was required by my own wish to return home, to follow their instructions without complaint, which meant I would have to wear the dress and go along with whatever was being planned that I was now a part of. Careful not to crease it, I slowly flattened the dress on the bed on top of the bag it was delivered in and allowed my towel to drop around my ankles, hoping for no one to intrude on my privacy another time as I tiptoed over to the drawers that with any luck, would harbour a few sets of underwear.

I took hold of the first drawer's handle and lent back on my feet for the draw to glide open, revealing a cubbyhole overflowing with interesting varieties of knickers and bras. It was surprising to find this diversity of underwear–I didn't expect those men to be the diligent types, heck! They had supplied me with at least 5 years worth of underwear! Looking for a strapless bra and panties, I began sifting through the heaps of clothing neatly organised and folded into an order of colour, size, shape, and material. It didn't take long to find the type I sought and they were quite a nice simple pair, no lace, no patterns, just simple matching black smooth cloth.

Not waiting any longer, I dived into the hooks and spaces of my freshly picked underwear, slotting my limbs into the correct places–the cleavage of the bra low cut to disguise itself from view when wearing a showy dress–before walking back over to the bed, standing gawkily in front of the most dear and elegant dress I had ever touched. I couldn't possibly wear something like that; it was above my class description (a potent sense of uselessness overwhelmed me by just staring admirably at it, as if the dress was more deserving to be seen wearing me than I was to be seen wearing it.)

Snap out of it! I mentally slapped my cheek at my ridiculousness; I was being stupid. All I was required to do was put on the damned thing! And put it on was what I did.

Unzipping the invisible zip sewn on the side of the dress, I slipped my legs into its silky body slowly dragging it up my form, pleased by the soft comforting feel of material against my skin, reassuring myself that I was good enough to wear it, as if I was meant to. I lifted it past my bust until it would go no further, sitting conservatively just above my cleavage offering a shy look of my breasts as the cut of the dress slightly curved downwards. The band of gems clung to the middle of my torso, beautifully hanging round my waist whilst the rest of the dress gently cascaded down in a waterfall of black silk over my legs. I was shocked at how well it fit me, which led me to think–how much did they know about me?

As the thought skated through my mind there was a small rapping on the door before it fell open, ajar, a woman slipping between the gap into the room. She was older, more mature than I was and Naruto, with wispy hair tied into a neat bun at the back of her head, streaks of grey hiding beneath the rest of her brown mane. She wore a white apron over a dull dress, unshaped and plain with black tights covering her legs. The apron brushed her knees as she walked towards me, her hands holding a black box.

"Haruno-san?" She inquired wearily so to not mistake me for someone else.

"Yes." I bowed to her in acknowledgement however she dismissed my politeness with a wave of her hand, saying she was the one who should be bowing.

"My name is Suzuki Chiyoko, I have been summoned to assist your preparation for the ball you shall be attending this evening. I assume you have no means of beauty appliances?"

"Um…" acting as if I knew what she was talking of I continued strongly, shaking my head at her question, "None whatsoever."

"Very well then, we must beautify you at once." She spoke cheerily, her smile broader than when she first arrived. Gesturing with her hand she led me towards the vanity located by the chest of drawers, urging me to sit myself on the stool and allow her to begin her work.

Chiyoko set the box down in front of the mirror, leaning over me to unclasp the hook and open it, revealing the contents of the container; a collection of make-up material was gathered on one side whilst the other was filled with hair products– I hope she wasn't going to transform me into a woman of the 50s…

I repressed my desires of taking control of my own face and hair, letting her do what she was called to do. My eyes didn't stray from her fingers once as she turned me round to look her in the eyes and began applying a thin layer of mascara to my lashes, the fine hairs gradually darkening as the brush stroked them for no more than five seconds. She returned the mascara back to its place in the cosmetics box, and her hand moved over the eyeshadow, completely ignoring its colourful disk of powder and went straight for the eyeliner. Twisting the liner from its tube, she started applying a strip across my upper lids just above my eyelash lines, the feeling ticklish and cold as the tip of the pen touched my skin.

Finishing with that, she placed it back in the box also, her hand grasping a lipstick instantly and popping the top off to begin rubbing the colour over my lips. I could make out, despite the crossing of my eyes when her hand approached my face, the colour of it, a medium red (not too bright.) She spread its colour across the expanse of my lips making sure all skin was covered with its vibrancy.

Placing the makeup back inside the box, she began her work on my hair taking a brush from within the crammed coffer, and took my hair in her hand then ran the bristles through my hair, detangling my abandoned head. Brushing everything out of my face and to the back of my head she decided that no more combing needed to be done, and took out some hair pins from a plastic pack. They bundled out of the pack in all sorts of sizes, small, medium and large. Her hands went for the large firstly and soon after her taking of one pin, dozens now gripped tightly to my pink strands that sat in an updo on my head; a gently raised quiff sweeping to the crown of my head, strands of my fringe parted in the middle and brushed to the sides whilst the rest of my hair was done up in a loose bun situated at the back of my head, resting in the middle.

Chiyoko announced she was finished, giving me a chance to admire her impressive skills in the vanity mirror; my eyes couldn't keep themselves from gluing to her use of such little makeup and simple hairstyling–it all looked amazing.

"Thank you so much Suzuki-san."

"It is my pleasure, and please call me Chiyoko-san, Haruno-san." She bowed her head once more.

"Then please do refer to me as Sakura, Chiyoko-san." I said smiling at her in the mirror before stealing another glimpse of my transformation.

Before another word could be exchanged between us the door hit the wall and in came Naruto, cheery as he had been when we first met. His pace was haltered for a few moments when his eyes and my own clashed, his mouth seeming to drop slightly when his gaze slipped down my figure. I heard a discrete chuckle erupt from Chiyoko, which only made me blush in embarrassment–again Naruto managed to put me in another uncomfortable situation!

"Er–um…"

"Yes Naruto?"

"Ah- oh, um–you ready?" He stuttered out, scratching his hair again, attracting my gaze to look over his attire. He was dressed in an immaculate suit, black and tailored to his large frame with a clinically white dress shirt tucked underneath the clean cut suit jacket, a tie wrapped round his neck which was also black. His shoes were again, black like the rest of his clothes in a brogue style fit, laced up neatly and securely on his feet.

"I think so," it was then I noticed the feel of the ruffled carpet between my toes, "although, a pair of decent shoes would be nice."

"Ah, well let that be no problem to you." And in his now, raised hand, a pair of black peep toe heels dangled idly waiting to be worn.

"Thanks." A quick smile painted my face, my cheeks feeling warmer than before and to add insult to injury, Naruto decided to walk across the room and kneel in front of me, terribly close, encouraging me to lift each foot and allow him to fit the shoes on, raising my average height so that I was able to (if I wanted) place a kiss with ease on his cheek.

"You're welcome." He peered upwards, a grin stretched across his face from ear to ear in the smuggest fashion possible, then standing tall he ushered me to slot my arm in his like a jigsaw and walk with him away from the room I was finally beginning to feel comfortable in.

We slowly glided through the hallways of the mansion, my eyes wandering around so as to avoid looking at Naruto, which would positively force a blush on the surfaces of my cheeks. My attention returned however, when we came by the grand staircase he had once carried me up, being sure to step carefully on each step and not tear my dress. After what seemed forever, we finally descended the last step and walked towards the double door entrance that towered menacingly above, casting a sinister shadow over our shrunken forms as we passed through its mouth, out into the open air of the evening.

The feeling of liberty overwhelmed my part so intensely that I felt I could take on the entire world. Not experiencing freedom for however long I was trapped within those tall walls had stunted my spirits and left me feeling sick with defeat. But now, now I was out in the open, relishing the fresh air streaming up my nostrils and cold touch of the breeze skimming across my face like everyone else, I was an equal of society once more and would never return to those moments of despair and loneliness I felt in that house–not even if they forced me to.

Closing my eyes and stopping, I took a deep breath in, feeling almost as if I could smell the smell of home if I inhaled harshly enough but a tug on my arm urged me to realise, I was still in the possession of those people and right now was being escorted somewhere I had no choice in not going to. Naruto's moon dyed hair was what caught my eye once I opened them up to the real world, his face supporting a look of confusion at my sudden daze. He looked carefully about me reassuring himself that I was physically okay to carry myself to the car, and I gave him a complementary smile just to be sure he got the message. So, returning the same expression himself, he jerked me forward with a pull of his arm and we began walking towards the car again, maintaining a leisurely pace dictated by the speed at which I could move in my shoes.

A formally dressed man appeared at the car door of which I assumed Naruto and I were to climb through, resting his gloved hand on the immaculately polished handle and unhinged the door from its lock. Naruto stood still and removed his arm from our loop giving me room to enter the car first.

Hiking my dress above my ankles, I sat bum first on the car seat, pulling the remainder of my dress in afterwards and hoisted my feet into the car making sure to press my knees together to avoid another embarrassing display of indecency. I scooted over the back seats allowing Naruto entry into the back and then buckled myself in.

The journey was long and silent. All I could do was watch the blurs of blackness pass by beyond the window whilst the driver sped on in haste of reaching out destination in record time. Naruto kept his eyes elsewhere, being sure to not let his gaze glide over me or in my direction for some reason I was surely ignorant of. Questions filled my head (at least every minute) in attempts to discover the finer details of my capture, however, all words were lost in translation as if I had no clue of the local lingo.

But luckily, I was able to escape this living nightmare of silence sooner than I thought would be possible, for the driver's announcement confirmed our arrival at the place I was being taken to. Finally! I could leave the confined space of that luxury black Jaguar and make haste for the air I had–not so long ago–been reunited with. Reaching for the door handle, my hand wasn't fast enough and instead of the 'do it yourself' idea I had in mind, the driver kindly offered a hand to help me from the car's containment and onto the pavement.

"Thank you." I said whilst spinning round to take a look at where I was.

Suddenly I was shock induced. The sight of the building standing metres before my small, insignificant being was magnificent. The brickwork was ancient and posh, as were the giant windows illuminating me in a bright light. The steps leading up to the heavy doors carved so carefully, were old and worn from centuries of people's shoes scraping their bodies as they were climbed with great amounts of might. The courtyard was also breath taking and I simply couldn't get my head around how the gardens were perfectly maintained throughout every year–there was just too much foliage to take care of.

It was then that I finally noticed the swarms of people filing up the stairs and passing through the great doors giving entry into the archaic home I was about to enter. A grip around my fingers pulled my eyes away from the grand house and I found my attention zoned in on Naruto, who with a flick of his wrist was now leading me towards it.

"We are here." He spoke smugly once he had had the chance of analysing the completely genuine surprise on my face.

"Where are we?"

"At the Uchiha estate, attending one of the most important parties of the year."

"What!" I turned my head at him, glaring at full capacity, "Why?"

"I received my annual invite to attend and you can never say no to this family," his eyes looked back at mine, "it would be extremely disrespectful and start much too much trouble."

"Then if it was only you who received an invitation, why must I be here also?"

"Because your attendance was requested as well." And before I could retaliate, his hand sank deeply into the inside of his jacket and revealed a rectangular cut card with finely printed words scribed on one side, four of those black words spelling out his name and…mine?

"How com-"

"Good evening Uzumaki-san, it is once again a great pleasure to see you at this event for another year running." A dark-haired male spoke respectfully, standing tall beside the entrance.

"And I see you have decided on having a guest this year," his crinkled eyes trailed on me, studying my person suspiciously before a smile beamed from his face, "she is indeed a handsome one."

"That she is," Naruto replied making sure I caught a glimpse of his cocked grin slanted across his mouth, "I hope the men won't be too jealous." A deep guffaw erupted from his throat as he gave me a playful wink.

"Ah sir, I see your humour is still very much alive. I wish you and your partner the best of times at this party and hope that you have a chance to talk to Uchiha-sama."

"I hope so too, take care Hiroshi-san."

Naruto quickly led me away from Hiroshi and the other guests lingering by the doorway, and began an ascent up the steep staircase with his hand still wrapped around mine.

"You didn't even introduce me." I huffed a tad childishly.

"I didn't need to, he knew who you were."

"And how is that?" I said, noticing from the corner of my eye the peak of the steps closing in on us.

"You're quite the celebrity in these parts of town."

"That's not answering my question."

"It is for now." He said sounding irritated.

"Well I disagree so I suggest you begin explaining right now asshole!" Rage was starting its attack on my control, forcing my patience into a temporary slumber–all of this secrecy was extremely aggravating!

"I see you're still the charmer Uzumaki." A deep, smooth voice carried those words with such grace that every ounce of anger was forgotten and I was immediately entranced by the velvet projection of that voice. It made me feel numb, like I didn't know where I was or who anyone was, and yet, I couldn't help but recognise the tone and the way it induced a longing in me to be eternally soothed by that voice.

Looking up slowly I was met with a beautiful man's stare; his eyes dark like the night sky that lay outside, reflecting a degree of coldness in them that made him appear distant, conflicting with the smirk balanced on his mouth, holding so much arrogance in the way it was tilted. His cheeks and jaw looked like angels had carved them, both strong and masculine, forcing a violent tingle in my belly to pool downwards, arousing me further. His hair and skin were such a contrast, both battling each other as light and dark always do; his hair was black, a hint of blue only visible in certain angles of light whilst his skin was of a much paler consistency, almost transparent, ghostly.

He was taller than me by far, as tall as Naruto even and matching in muscle. I was lost for words at the sight of him.

"Great." Naruto mumbled.

"Who is your friend here?" He gestured in my direction with the wave of his hand.

"You know the answer to that question already." Naruto's temper was biting, like he had been scorched by the man's mere presence.

"I do?" The man's voice darkened.

"Stop fuc-"

"Haruno Sakura, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance…um, I didn't catch a name."

"Hn," his smirk widened as he watched my head lower. I was careful not to linger on his gaze for long once I had lifted my head back up but couldn't help the blush marring my cheeks when his large, calloused fingers swept over mine in a firm hold, bringing my hand to his lips.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

I knew his voice was familiar…

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