Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
"Sam's going to tell me more of his story," Harry said as he jumped in bed and allowed his father to tuck him in. "I think he feels a lot better about how his story turns out from now on – now that he's gotten through his family's murder. Are you going to stay and listen with me?"
"If that's what you want, Harry," Severus smiled at his son, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Yesterday," Harry continued, "Sam told me that his father, Akira, appeared to him in a dream. He led Sam to this big white building and told him to 'remember his promise.' I wonder what it meant."
: I believe, Sam said as he entered the room, that he also told me to 'save her.'
"Oh yeah," Harry smiled at Sam, snuggling into his pillow to prepare to listen.
Sam jumped up on Harry's bed, taking his usual seat at the end. He wrapped his three tails around him and gave a tilt of his head.
: I believe you'll find this next part of my story exciting, Sam smirked, the black lips curling. He looked at Severus. Staying or leaving?
"Well," Severus said, moving to lay next to Harry, "if the next part is as exciting as you say, I guess I'll remain."
: Very well. Sam shook his head and scratched at an ear. I'm sure you know that there are strange creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Dangerous ones. Large and massive.
Harry nodded.
: In Japan, we also have strange creatures that most people would classify as – uh – magical, I guess. Creatures that try to stay out of human eyes, like myself. Some even stranger than what you have here.
"Like what?" Harry asked, curling up against his father's side. Severus wrapped an arm around Harry.
: Like a bunch of wild ghost pigs, Sam answered. If one runs between your legs, they rip your soul out right from under you.
"That's weird," Harry said. "And creepy."
: And there's several more, Sam chuckled, producing a cough like sound, though Harry heard laughter in his head. Mind you, I'll change as many words to make this more kid friendly. I wasn't called the nicest things during this event. After that dream, I managed to fall back to sleep, waking up by nightfall. I figured I had nothing to lose, and began my journey to where the dream had led me. I discovered that that white building did exist . . .
Sam stared at the large, square-shaped, white building, presently the size of a large wolf. The building looked old with its shattered windows, rotting wooden doors, and the ivy growing up the sides, eating its way into the walls. He was feeling at odds with himself. He wanted to explore the strange structure, but he also wanted to turn away and never look back. The building unsettled him. There was something wrong with it, something dangerous – he could sense it, smell it. He was far away from his home, miles away, and he wanted to return to the safety he felt there.
A sound drew Sam's attention to the right and he looked out into the clearing. Two men were pulling on ropes attached to a large, covered up rectangle on wheels. The blanket over the rectangle seemed to breathe and Sam could here grunts and angry sounds from inside. The rectangle was several feet taller than the men, and several more feet longer. Harry wondered what could be inside. The large, rotted wooden doors opened and the rectangle was pulled into a lighted area.
Sam quickly misted and flew inside the building, deciding that he was brought there for some kind of purpose.
Inside, Sam landed on a wooden beam near the ceiling and solidified. The several beams were probably support for the structure. Sam realized that it was a large open space, and there were several cages – metal and wooden alike, glass enclosures and a large, circular aquarium with a big shark inside. Inside the enclosures and cages were several animals of various kinds, snarling, growling, hissing, spitting – or cowering. The floor of the building was grass and dirt, and Sam figured that the building was built in a rush or simply done lazily. Several lit lanterns and torches on the walls lit the inside up.
Sam watched as the two men finished pulling the rectangle in to a free section before pulling off the sheet that covered it.
It was a metal cage, and inside was a large bear.
"An onikuma!" Sam exclaimed, leaning down to get a better look.
The bear, or onikuma, stood on two feet in the cage and rushed at the men, swiping a large paw at one. It walked around the enclosure, snarling, before dropping down on all fours. Sam knew about such bears. They would sneak into villages and cities and steal a horse or two to feed on. The bear let out a strange roar, unhappy with its' new home.
"Let's go get the others," one of the two men said, walking back towards the doors. "The ship to Hong Kong comes first thing in the morning, and all these beasts will be removed from Japan, sold for who knows what."
"Let's tell the boss of our new addition," the second man said.
The two men left, shutting the large doors behind them.
Sam misted and flew down to the doors and solidified before them. He looked at the huge space that held all the mystical creatures and felt pity for them. He began to walk down the aisle, glancing at each animal.
The bear had begun pacing in his cage, alternating between walking on two legs and crawling on four. The bear growled at Sam as the fox passed his cage.
Sam gave the poor animal some room and looked at the other side of the aisle. He saw a glass enclosure that had several baby pigs. They were black in color and all of them had one ear. Sam noticed that despite all the light in the warehouse, none of them were casting a single shadow. A few pigs were running around inside, while several others were piled on top of each other. The pigs squeled at him, giving him a curious and somehow pleading look. He frowned, wondering what they were, but continued walking (: I later discovered that they are called Katakirauwa.)
Sam looked at a large metal cage where a lady was leaning against the metal bars. Sam only noticed her upper half – her sparkling brown eyes with long black hair. It looked like she was wearing a silky, white dress.
"Help me," the lady begged, reaching out a hand to Sam. "Help me, please."
Sam felt horrible and sympathy for the lady. He walked a bit closer to her cage, wondering where the lock on it was.
However, as he neared, the lady rose and Sam saw that the lady's lower half was a large spider body, resembling the back of a Joro spider. Eight, hairy legs clawed at the bars.
"Help me!" The lady screamed, snatching Sam by the ear and dragging him toward her waiting legs, silky webs forming.
Sam yelped and misted, flying out of the Joro – Gumo's grip. He solidified back on the floor and backed away, running into the metal cage behind him. A hairy, spider limb tapped him and Sam jumped and spun around.
In this cage was a creature with a tiger's body, spider limbs, and a face of a demon. It gave Sam a curious look, twitching its long-striped tail. A tsuchigumo. Sam backed away from it and jumped ahead down the aisle, away from the spider like creatures.
Sam breathed heavy, glancing behind him briefly. Sam looked up a strange wooden house-like structure with netting nailed all over it. A bunch of crows sat on perches inside. Sam looked closely at them and realized that they all had three legs. Yatagarasu, a rather welcomed spirit in the Japanese world. The birds ruffled their feathers and looked at Sam curiously. Sam estimated there were about twenty or so in the enclosure.
Across from the birdcage was the large aquarium. The shark swam in circles inside, following the shape of the aquarium. Its fins looked odd, like a cheese grater. Sam remembered Akira telling him stories of an Isonade, a mythical shark.
Sam continued moving forward and he saw another metal cage with a large chicken, Sam guessing its height at about seven feet. The chicken looked like any other chicken, just large. Akira had also told him stories of a Basan, a fire-breathing chicken. However, the chicken could only breathe fire at a certain age, when it was taller than the bamboo trees themselves. This one was still a juvenile and probably unable to do much. The chicken gave Sam a blank look.
Across from the chicken in a glass enclosure with several airholes were three weasels. Sam approached their enclosure as he walked by. The weasels were all curled up together, but sensing his approach, they jumped up and looked at him curiously, hoping over each other to follow Sam as he passed. They were adorable, in Sam's opinion, brown, furry critters with a little, black nose and a black mask on their face. However, they had long, overgrown claws on their front paws, sickle like in a way.
Kamaitachi, Sam thought to himself, sickle weasels.
Sam paused to watch the three weasels as they stared at him. They pawed at their enclosure.
Sam felt bad as he walked away from them, moving on to the last two enclosures in the warehouse.
One of the enclosures was a huge, long box. It was a wooden structure with several locks down its nearly fifty feet length. It was a wide box as well, nearly twelve feet across with several small airholes. It rested up against the wall, and Sam realized that the box almost took up the entire length of the warehouse. He had missed it before due to the box being behind the other enclosure. Sam was getting a good view of the end of it. Sam wondered what could possibly be in the box.
Sam looked over at the last enclosure. It was a smaller, metal cage with tighter bars and inside was a small, normal sized fox, curled up with its tail covering its face.
Natsumi!
Sam ran over to the cage and jumped up on his hind paws as he pawed at the metal.
"Natsumi!" Sam called to her.
Natsumi lifted her head. She stared at Sam for a minute, blinking as she tilted her head, her black tipped ears, pivoting slightly.
"Otousan?" Natsumi asked, standing slightly, peering at Sam.
"No, Sumi," Sam said gently, smiling at her, "it's me – Samuru."
"Samuru?" Natsumi took a couple cautious steps forward as she eyed the larger fox. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she recognized her long lost brother. She smiled. "Samuru!"
Natsumi charged forward and reached her muzzle out of the bars. Sam nuzzled his sister, tears dampening the fur around his eyes. He had found his sister. She was alive, albeit thin and lacking muscle. She had grown into a beautiful vixen, however, despite everything she had been through.
"I can't believe I found you," Sam said, licking his sister's muzzle.
"I can't believe you're alive," Natsumi said, her voice older and more beautiful than ever, in Sam's opinion. "What about our sisters? Otousan? Okaasan?"
Sam gave Natsumi a sad look.
"No," Sam whispered, "no one else. Just me – and you, now."
"How did you find me?"
"I think Otousan led me to you. In my dream, he – he brought me here. He –"
Sam was starting to realize that he had had more than just a dream. However, the doors flew open and several men walked into the large building. Animals cowered at the sight of them.
Sam jumped down from the cage and backed out of sight. Natsumi followed him around her cage, keeping him in her sight.
"You've got to get me out of here," Natsumi said.
"I will, don't worry," Sam said, "I'm not leaving you. Not ever. I just need a plan."
Sam could hear the men walking in their direction. He continued to back away.
"Hold on, Natsumi," Sam said as he disappeared behind some boxes of supplies and weapons in the far back of the building.
"Sa, no!" Natsumi cried, pawing frantically at the cage bars. "No! Don't leave me, don't leave me! Come back!"
Sam hated himself for leaving his sister as he heard her cries. He peered around the boxes and watched a few men stop in front of Natsumi's cage. Natsumi lowered herself and cowered in the far back of the enclosure. Sam snarled softly as he watched the men.
"Look at her," one of the men said, "Just look at her. Pathetic."
I'll show you pathetic, Sam thought, snarling more.
"She wasn't the oldest kit," the man continued. "I saw him, I almost had him. He got away, though. He's still out there. This one was the best I could get. She has yet to even breathe a flame, forget any other power kitsune have. Just pathetic."
Natsumi shook in the corner she had curled up in, her eyes locked on the talking man.
Sam peered closely at the man speaking. He wasn't a native. He had dirty blond hair, was taller than the Japanese men, and his eyes . . .
The man turned away from the cage to speak to one of the quietly to one of the men. Sam's eyes widened and he hid behind the box, panting heavily. The grey eyes! The demon man that had led the attack on his family. The one that killed his parents, both sets of parents. Sam's biggest enemy. And the demon still had his sister.
"What do you want done, Damion?" a man asked the demon man.
"I want all of these animals prepared for shipment. They will be meeting some new friends very shortly for study and science," the demon, Damion, spoke and smirked. "And we will all be very wealthy."
No, not Natsumi! Sam growled in his head. Sam peered out from behind the boxes, ignoring whatever else the men were discussing. His eyes fell on the weasels, who caught his eyes. They stared at each other, the weasels' eyes full of fear.
Sam looked away. None of the animals deserved to leave their home country. He would free them all. Sam smirked – and what better distraction than that?
Sam misted and flew up to the high beams and solidified. He looked down and counted the men. With Damion, there was only five other men. Sam could hear more outside, however. Several more. Deciding it was now or never, Sam revealed his presence.
: Hey Damion! Sam called out with his mind to all the men.
Everyone looked up at him in the high beams. Damion's mouth fell open before contorting into a smirk while an evil glint appeared in his eyes. Natsumi looked up from her place in the corner.
: What idiot, Sam continued (watching his language, of course), collects a bunch of dangerous monsters and puts them all in one place?
"Come back for revenge, little kit?" Damion called to him. "After what I've done to your family – you dare challenge me? Or –"
Damion looked at the kitsune in the cage and smiled.
"I see, you came to rescue your little sister," Damion laughed out loud as he turned to look at Sam. "I'd like to see you try."
: Challenge accepted, Sam snarled before misting and flying through the warehouse.
"After him," Damion snapped at the five men. They quickly armed themselves and searched the building.
Damion looked at Natsumi before covering her cage with a sheet lying in a box nearby. He pulled out a gun with bullets laced with poison.
: Over here, Damion, Sam called to him. He was lying on top of the weasels' enclosure. The three weasels were staring up at him, pawing at the glass to be released. What are these guys?
Damion seemed to know exactly what he intended to do.
"Get off of that!" Damion growled, motioning to the men to return to him and fight the fox. He kept his distance, however, not wanting to encourage Sam to free the weasels. "Don't do anything stupid. You'll be suicidal to release them."
: Oh, come now, I think they're adorable. Sam looked at the furry faces of the weasels who nodded in agreement at him, desperate to be let out. How dangerous can these little guys be? Whoops.
As Sam jumped off the glass enclosure, he put extra force in his leap and caused the small enclosure to turn over and fall smashing to the ground. The weasels shook themselves free of shattered glass before looking at the five approaching men. The three weasels stood side by side and hissed, showing off their long, sickle claws.
Sam watched as the weasels ran forward. The five men panicked and turned and ran for the walls with the lanterns. The weasels caught two of them. Sam tilted his head. The weasels moved too fast to see what exactly they were doing, but as they moved from one man to the next, Sam noticed that the men's legs were cut clean off. However, the stumps the men now had were somehow stitched up, leaving the men in a state of pure shock before they cried out as the pain finally reached their head. Yet there was never any blood.
What a strange trio, Sam thought.
Sam turned his head to see that though two men had lost their legs, the rest of the men, including Damion, had managed to grab torches off the wall and they swung the fire at the weasels. The small trio stayed together and hissed at the men, but stayed clear of the fire.
"Call for more men!" Damion demanded.
A man backed away from the weasels, keeping the torch low before running to gather more men to help recapture the weasels – and catch a fox.
Sam quickly moved to where the blank looking chicken stood in his cage. He hid behind the chicken's cage as Damion's men chased after the weasels, several more men joining from outside with swords, guns, and other weapons. Damion stopped in front of the chicken's cage, turning to stare at the bird.
Sam nearly stopped breathing as he peered through the bars, thinking, can he sense me?
Damion slowly moved around the cage, Sam moving as well, keeping the distance between them.
Thinking quickly, Sam saw the single lock that held the chicken captive and breathed a steady flow of fire on it. He heard Damion's footsteps quicken. Sam melted the lock, then used his mouth to wrench the bars open, freeing the massive bird.
Sam ran off just as Damion appeared and the chicken stepped out. Sam moved on towards the crows birdhouse, jumping up on the roof of it, then looked back just in time to see Damion shoot the chicken. Sam flinched at the sound of the gunfire. The chicken fell to the ground. So much for that bird.
"You should have been mine, you damn fox!" Damion told him, moving towards him, pointing the antique pistol at him. "I'd really hate to put a bullet in you, so why don't you surrender now. At the cost of your sister's freedom, perhaps?"
: I don't trust you, Sam growled as the man now stood in front of the large bird cage.
"You don't have to," Damion smirked. "But I'm sure you wouldn't want to risk your sister's life."
: You leave her out of this!
"Then surrender yourself to me and I shall let your sister go."
Sam refused to fall for the bait. He coughed up a large fireball, aiming it at the wooden door of the birdcage. The twenty or so birds flew out and at Damion, who covered his face with his arms as the talons lashed out at him. The three-legged birds flew the men searching for the weasels, scratching at their faces and arms, disarming several of them before flying away into the night.
Amidst the chaos, Sam coughed up another fireball, tossing it across the room at the spider-lady's cage, freeing her. The creature crawled out of her blown up enclosure and began wrapping men in a silky mass of webs. Several men starting shooting at her.
Damion snarled under his breath in anger at the freed creatures, watching his entire profit disappear. He let out an animal-like growl before aiming his pistol at Sam, but the fox was gone.
Sam moved through the rest of the warehouse. He freed the baby pigs and watched as they ran to the trees outside. When the men saw the pigs running free, several turned and ran while others put their legs together and stood their ground. A little black pig ran through the leg of a slow runner to keep up with the others. The unlucky man jolted and fell to the ground dead. Another man also jolted as a pig ran between his legs and he fell to the ground dead.
Sam moved on and freed the other animals locked in cages. The bear walked on two legs as it mauled men. The strange tiger body-spider limbs-demon faced creature leaped on men scrambling to get away from the several released monsters. Sam looked at the shark and felt sorry that there was nothing he could do for the water creature. The shark seemed oblivious to the action going on however.
Sam turned and ran back to his sister's enclosure. He pulled off the blanket that was covering the cage, only to find the cage empty.
"Samuru!" He heard his sister's frightened voice call him.
Sam spun around and stared at Damion, who held his sister by her scruff with the pistol pointed at her head.
"Seize what you are doing and surrender or the vixen dies," Damion growled.
: Let her go, Sam snarled, his fur bristling and canines showing.
"You've ruined everything!" Damion snapped, tightening his grip on a whining Natsumi. "Years of searching, studying, fighting and selling – you've destroyed everything!"
: What do you want from all of these animals anyway? Sam bought time as he moved toward the large box. The demon man watched his moves closely, turning with Sam.
"Be still, fox!" Damion said, his eyes flicking to the large box, "You've no idea what's in there! These animals are creatures humans do not understand. Do not need to understand. Do not even know exist. They are better off dead roaming the hell they belong in – where I can feed off them without ever having to come to Earth."
: Feed off? Sam looked disgusted. What are you?
"A demon of hell." Damion answered, tightening his hold even more on Natsumi's scruff. Natsumi whimpered in pain. "I possessed this human hundreds of years ago, killed its family, and have captured thousands of creatures around the world, sending them to hell where I shall return. Japan is my last country to visit and I will not have some little fox ruining my mission!"
Sam backed up into the large, long box. He could sense a large beast inside and he knew that whatever was within had to have been the most difficult monster to catch. Sam used his mind to pry at the locks. He wished his tail would develop its foxfire, that would have been useful. However, he knew that most foxes didn't start tail fire until mid-one hundred and he had some ways to go.
The locks started discreetly unlocking and Sam kept Damion's attention on himself. The demon's grey eyes were cold, hard, and ready to kill.
Sam looked in the direction of the freed animals. They were still making their leave and the last few remaining men were struggling to keep the monsters away from them, waving their torches around in front of them as the larger animals tried to approach.
: How would you feed off these animals? Sam asked curiously.
"In hell, I am the strongest living creature, being born of hellfire. Other creatures suffer and their energy leaves them. I feed off what remains of them – that is, if they do not die."
Sam felt an aching pain in his chest. Several animals from other countries and continents had already been slaughtered and more than likely sent to hell for this demon's own desires.
"Your sister will not have to face such kismet if you trade yourself for her life."
"Natsumi," Sam spoke only to his sister, "break free of him. Bite him, breath fire, do something."
"I never got my foxfire, Sa," Natsumi whined.
"You've gotten it, Sumi," Sam said, "you just haven't used it, yet. If no fire, bite him."
"Enough of this talk between you two," Damion snarled, pulling Natsumi out of Sam's sight, tired of the whining and low growling between them.
: No, enough of this, Sam snarled.
Seeing the pistol leave his sister's head gave Sam the opportunity to turn and throw a fireball at the center of the box, blasting a large hole in it. Sam hoped that whatever was within it would be able to break away parts to slip through and cause enough destruction or even kill Damion.
"No!" Damion shouted, holding the pistol to Natsumi's head again. "You stupid fox!"
However, before Damion could pull the trigger, Natsumi opened her mouth and bit down on the man's hand. Reflexively, the man let go and Natsumi fell to the ground and ran off.
Inside the box, something large began to move, the movement rumbling loudly through the box. The box creaked and sections cracked and broke as the large animal moved inside. Damion looked around briskly for Natsumi then focused on the box, backing up several feet away. Sam fell backwards as the large hole in the box seemed to explode as a large beast emerged, stretching up towards the ceiling. Lying on his back, Sam gaped up at the scaly, blue beast as it lowered its massive head and looked down at Sam, its breath blowing through his fur.
It was a Ryu – a Japanese dragon.
The Ryu tilted its head as it studied the small kitsune, its eyes narrowing. Its blue scales shimmered in the torch light.
"Uh – hello, sir," Sam said uneasily as the dragon breathed down on him, lowering itself to the ground. Two large paws landed on either side of Sam's head as the dragon continued to pull itself out of the box. Sam shook as the Ryu continued to stare him down, uneasy with the large beast known to eat kitsune. "I just freed you and all the other friends. That counts for something, right?"
The dragon was completely free from the box. It looked like a Chinese dragon without the whiskers. It was wingless, preferring the water than the sky, it's feet webbed, and had four legs. Its tail was long and whip like.
A loud bang rang through the room. The Ryu looked up and roared at Damion, whipping its tail out in the demon man's direction. Damion spun out of the way, avoiding the tail, before firing another poison bullet.
The great dragon lowered itself, as if it were covering Sam to protect him from the bullets, which had trouble penetrating the hard scales. The Ryu looked up and breathed a jet of flames at Damion. Damion tried to move out of the way, but the man ended up catching ablaze and the skin burned and charred. Damion fell to the ground.
The Ryu looked down at Sam.
"Um, thanks," Sam offered a smile, hoping the dragon decided not to eat him.
The Ryu just stared for a few seconds longer before closing its eyes and dipping its head in a bow posture. Sam rolled over and stood before bowing himself in a downward dog.
The Ryu rose to its feet, but before it could leave, a dark spirit figure flew out of Damion's body with a loud screech. It was ghost like, with an inhuman face, a demented figure with skeletal hands. It screeched again before flying to a corner of the room. Sam remembered Natsumi had run in that direction.
"Natsumi!" Sam cried, running after the figure.
Natsumi had hid in a corner of the warehouse behind several boxes. She saw the demon approach her and she screamed and tried to scurry away. The demon dove for her just as Sam jumped in front of her.
Sam breathed a flame of fire and the demon flew over them, flying above and around the warehouse before diving again. Sam tried to blast it with a large ball of fire, but he missed repeatedly. He breathed another jet of flames as the demon flew right above them.
Sam felt a bit of his energy disappear as the demon grazed his fur. He felt weaker, more tired, and less motivated to fight. He tried to shake the feeling away as he heard the demon screech and prepare to dive again. Sam felt his muscles shake, but he fought against it. He was sure that if the demon got too close a second time, Sam would lose all his energy and probably drop in exhaustion. The demon was feeding off him, but over his dead body would it feed off his sister.
The demon was approaching again and Sam prepared to breathe a jet of flames.
Then, the demon disappeared in the jaws of the Ryu. It happened so fast Sam had to stare at the Ryu and look around for the demon. The dragon had pounced with an open mouth and closed it on the demon, swallowing the hell-born creature whole. Akira had once told him that nothing could escape from the jaws of a Ryu or the stomach if one got there, yet Sam was not aware that demons qualified.
The Ryu looked down at Sam and Natsumi for a second before it turned away and began to leave the warehouse.
All that remained were the dead bodies of the many men that fought with the strange demon and the lonely shark circling in its aquarium.
Sam shrunk back to the size of a normal fox and quickly comforted his sister, wrapping his neck over hers. Natsumi cried into his fur, happy to be with family after fifty years.
"I've missed you," Natsumi said. "I thought you were all dead . . ."
"Hush," Sam said, rubbing his head along Natsumi's fur. "It's going to be okay. We are together, now."
Natsumi had never breathed a flame and Sam was sure she had never misted in her life. She would have to learn with time, but that would mean that they had a long journey home.
And that's exactly where Sam wanted to take her.
Home sweet home.
"Yay!" Harry clapped his hands at the end of Sam's tale. "I'm so happy you found Natsumi. Was she okay? Did she ever have nightmares after that? Was she happy to be home?"
: That is a story . . .
"For another time, I know, I know," Harry pouted.
Severus smirked and ruffled his son's hair.
"Be respectful, son," Severus said.
: That demon was at last defeated, as were several of those hunters who lived to kill magical beasts. I am still grateful for that Ryu and what he did for my sister and me. I do wish to meet him again to properly thank him, but I fear he may not recognize me and attempt to eat me.
"Why did he help you?" Harry asked.
: Because I saved him, Sam answered, smiling, and flicking his ears.
"What happened to all the other creatures?"
: I'm assuming they all went home. I did run in with the weasel brothers again, but that was years later. They remembered me and helped me out at that time.
"Can you tell me the story now?"
"Be patient, son," Severus leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead. "I'm sure Sam will tell you more another time, but it's way past your bedtime. Go to sleep, now."
: Goodnight, Harry, Sam smiled.
"Goodnight, Dad. Goodnight, Sam." Harry said, snuggling into his blankets.
Severus turned out the lights and Sam followed Severus out, leaving to hunt.
Family reunion! I hope you enjoyed it!
