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So, anyway, now that it's going up, I will inform you all that:
This chapter contains a snarky god, epic fight, a semblence of romance, and emotional strain for the charatcers, as per usual. Yes, I am evil. XD
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- Rage
"Hey there Oni," Link muttered back, holding his palm firmly against his tattooed skin, "If you just made me bleed, I won't be happy."
The white mask seemed to glow in response to his voice, and the carved lips seemed to smile, the attached fringe waver. The red 'v' carved on his forehead seemed to represent the smug, challenging eyebrows, as the eye-sockets darkened with power, framed by the blue slashes that mirrored Link's tattoo.
The letters on the door changed in reply. Bondlo stared at it in awe, and it took a reminder from all living persons to get him to translate it. "Don't sweat it, I'm only here to help."
Link snorted and glared at the mask. "Yeah, right. You going to open this for us then?"
A multitude of letters flared up in reply, and Bondlo sunk to his knees with the slow intensity that only a zombie could accomplish. "Dear Lords and Ladies above..."
"What does it say?" Jim asked again, frustrated that he couldn't read it.
"It... it says..." Bondlo made a sound like a gasp, and murmured, "It says that as a God, the one speaking to us deserves more respect."
"We're talking to a God?" Sheik incredulously repeated, and then shook her head. "No, wait a minute, a God is speaking to us? Through a mask?"
"He's not trapped in there, if that's what you're thinking," Link explained, wincing as he collected his fallen masks with one hand, "He's using it as a medium to communicate with us, like an oracle."
Sheik snorted. "Well, I have to say a mask has more personality than a bottomless pit."
The words changed, and the symbols were obviously repetitive. Link grinned. "Even I can tell that he's laughing."
Another change of words, and there was an incredulous pause on Bondlo's side. "The one speaking to us informs me that he 'digs the runt's spunk', though I'm afraid I'm not so familiar with that type of slang. And he wishes to be introduced."
Link sighed, released his tattooed eye and seeing no blood on his hand, stood, stepped aside so the others could see the mask, and introduced them. "Jim of Termina, Sheik of the Sheikah, Professor Bondlo of Ikana, the one we're talking to is known as the Fierce Deity, the son of the Triad, patron God of confusion and rebellion. His name is Oni, at least to his favourites."
Bondlo didn't take his hollow eyes from the doors. "He wishes to be called the Great One by us lesser mortals."
"Lesser?" Jim repeated in outrage, glaring at Link, "What makes us lesser than you?"
"According to the Great One," Bondlo read the text further before saying, "It is because, in more eloquent terms, if you would pardon me for saying so, Great One, Link has done much work to please the God."
Link shrugged. "I'm just unlucky that way."
"We're going off topic." Sheik said frankly, eyeing the mask suspiciously, "What do we have to do to open this door?"
The God smirked.
There was a bang and the doors were open and roaring tentacles snapped passed Link and a shriek that sent fear piercing through his heart came from her, and crying out her name Link reached out, grabbing the dark feelers that held her and both of them plunged into the chamber beyond, the doors slamming closed behind them.
-,-'-,-'-,-
Link winced as he opened his eyes, bruises and cuts making themselves known. He didn't remember how he'd gotten there. He didn't remember what he was doing. Although, as his senses wryly pointed out the sword and shield on his back, maybe it was to fight something. As per usual. Goddesses, he needed to find another job...
Not that he was good at anything else.
He looked around, squinting in the twilight, and he thanked his stars that he seemed to be relatively alive despite the fact that he'd been unconscious in a Temple-dungeon-place. To the side, a bone white treasure-chest beckoned to be opened. Lights glowed and pulsed in arcane patterns across the grey-black walls, like bars of sharp moonlight, only they were green like diluted poison.
Yeah, this was new.
He smelt the ashes of a defeated foe. It must've been a tough one; or else he wouldn't have collapsed of... what? Exhaustion? Pain? Well, he was used to this, but the memory-loss was disturbing at best. Link forced himself to his feet, and looked around the square room, and wondered, where was he supposed to go now?
There were two doors, or what looked like doors, so he checked them. The first one opened to a nondescript corridor lit by braziers of blue fire. The other one looked like a foyer, and seeing the open treasure-chest in the distance, Link went through the first door.
The end of the passage was blocked by a web of chains, held together by the biggest padlock he'd ever seen. He pulled out the key he'd gotten from the white treasure chest and the lock clattered to the floor, the chains swinging aside like a curtain. The wall lifted at his touch.
His heart froze. He remembered now. Someone in a village had mentioned a girl, a girl who could fight, wore a royal blue battle-suit with a white tabard that had a crying eye painted on it. He'd found a portal and ended up in this land of half-light, and he remembered, he remembered because she was there, right there, looking horrifyingly dead against the far wall till she lifted her head, and his blue eyes met with her red one.
The cowl shifted, revealing lips, and a pained name escaped her. "Link..."
Sheik. Sheik. He'd found her!
But the relief and joy died as he saw the blood that spilled from her mouth, the binds that looked too slick to be rope that held her wrists to the ground, the scorch marks on her suit.
Sheik was hurt. He panicked and surged forward, skidded to her side to set her free. "Yeah, it's me, I've come to get you, everything'll be alright, just, hold still..."
The words that'd scared him most in the lost seven years broke through her lips again: "Run."
A shadow was falling on her. Link yelled and cut the bonds that held her and lunged, skidding on the stone floor, holding her tightly to protect her from further harm. He heard three thuds. He scrambled to get in front of her and gaped at the monsters in front of him.
They were just barely humanoid, with arms and legs and a torso, but they crawled on their fours and the digits on their forehands were wrong. They were big as two horses and hardly fit in the room; they had muscle to kill five in a blow, and their bodies glistened black oily rainbows over riveted trenches of runes and characters. They growled without mouths, saw without eyes, sniffed without noses; instead of heads they had runic stone tablets as big as shields, lined with waspish black feelers.
Just like the ones that'd chained Sheik to the wall.
Rage filled him as he unsheathed the Gilded Sword. "Did they do this to you?"
Her voice was weak and hurt as she said, "Link, I-"
"Stupid question, sorry," he replied cheerfully without listening, grabbing the mirror shield as well, "My head got knocked a little before, don't mind me. Once I finish them in record time, we're going to have a long talk, you and I. We've got some catching up to do."
"Wait, no..."
Link hurled himself forward, bashing the shield against monster number 1 to get past it and slash number 2 in the gut, making it roar and writhe in agony. Number 3 swiped a paw and he barely dodged, cutting off its hand and earning himself another roar of pain. He grinned.
Pain bashed him in the spine. He flew forward and smacked against the floor. He groaned, dizzily. A shadow loomed above him as MN1 raised a forehand to crush his skull.
He rolled and raised his sword snarling. The thing pierced its paw on the golden blade and it keened, shaking a laugh onto his face.
He wrenched the blade away, tearing the limb to pieces and stabbed up and through the thing's chest, throwing it to the side to get it off the sword, and he faced the last one standing with a smirk, as MN2 had died from the massive cut he'd sliced into its stomach, gore gushing onto the dungeon floor. Blood gleamed bright on his sword and shield.
MN3 limped on its remaining three limbs, lifted its head, and roared.
Link cried out, dropping his weapon and jamming his hands against his ears to block out the cacophony of tearing metal and grinding glass and thundering screams of children, the sound shaking him to the very foundation of his existence.
His instinct screamed. Link rolled forward and grabbed his sword on the way, raising his shield to protect himself. He saw the monsters' wounds smoke and heal, lost limbs and flesh replenish, and he grinned almost manically at the challenge that they posed.
"Awesome."
Link backed into a corner so that their massive bodies couldn't reach him if they attacked in a group. Bumping into each other the monsters squabbled for the first kill as Link thought about their strange mortality. It didn't take long to figure out. "Oi! Stone heads!"
The monsters turned on him and he sneered, lifting his shield to present a target. "Scared?"
One was faster than the other two, and Link ducked and slid on the floor, throwing the shield up, the beast catapulting straight into it, and into the stone wall with enough concussive force to destroy the shield and make the wall crack. He thrust his blade straight up through its neck, and the blood spurted all over him, hot and acrid.
Link gritted his teeth and kicked the dying body away, running from his corner to face the last two. He butchered off one back leg off one beast and took out the front two of the other. Fairly immobilised Link stood between them and, snarling with the fierce delight of a predator defeating its prey, unleashed the spin attack, fracturing their tablet heads, and scorching a massive trench through their flesh.
They burst into fragments of smoke, and withered away.
Link licked his lips, spat out their blood, and laughed. "Now that, was fun."
With great satisfaction he ruffled his hair, making the black gore fly from his blond strands. But his hand shook so much that the blade escaped his grip, clattering to the floor, and his heart raced with adrenalin and excitement and dread, as he gazed at his blood-stained hands.
He looked at Sheik who looked terrified of him, and laughed weakly. "I know. I know I enjoy this way too much. Way too much, I know. I, I can't be a hero, not anymore, I don't... I don't know how long I can last before I hurt somebody, hurt... hurt you..."
He staggered towards her, dropped to his knees, holding her so very tenderly with his shaking body, sobs escaping his clenched teeth. "I missed you. I missed you so much..."
"Link. I'm not..."
He let her go, smoothed her hair away from her face, careful not to smear blood on her as he tucked it behind her ear. "Yeah?"
"It's..." her face twisted with difficulty, and finally she forced out the words, "Illusion..."
"What?"
"F-Fierce... Deit-" she coughed and pressed her hand against his left eye, and said, "You called him Oni..."
He frowned, because when she obstructed his left eye he could see things that weren't really there, a lighter room, with mud bricks, sunshine breaking through glassless windows...
It all came back. Ikana. Sheik. The Fierce Deity. That door!
Link dropped his head against her shoulder and gave a shuddering sigh. "Oni," he murmured, anger and humiliation colouring his tone, "If it's the last thing I do, I am going to kill you!"
"It'd be fun to see you try," a deep sneering voice echoed in his head, and Link forced himself to let Sheik go, pain wrenching his heart apart. He refused to speak out loud. He already looked like a delusional psychopath to her anyway, he wasn't going to add crazy lunatic to the list.
"Link, it's alright," Sheik said, as the room became more in focus. As her clothes changed, her manner becoming less like a defeated warrior's and more like a frightened child's. "I, he made me see what you saw. The dungeon and those creatures..."
Link's bark of laughter was mirthless. "And you saw the side of me I wanted to bury. Wonderful. Not even-" he bit his tongue, turning away. Not even the Sheik back then had seen him fight. He'd never wanted her to see the side of him that enjoyed the carnage, relished in the bloodshed. It had scared Navi, hell, it had scared him. Angrily he picked up his sword and discarded shield, disgusted with himself and with the Fierce Deity. He talked at the brick room, glaring round at the bare space that looked like any part of the Ikana castle. "You've had your fun Oni, let us out."
"Just one more thing to help you along."
Get out of my head!
"Stop whining, kiddo, she can hear me too." The light bent and a muscled figure emerged from it, clad in tarnished silver armour over a white tunic, black leggings and grey boots, the stoic but mischievous face grinning in its decorative red and blue tattoos. The eyes had no iris or pupil. His teeth were sharp like a dog's. "How'd you find the visit to the good old days?"
Link snarled resentfully. "Tiring. Now let us out."
The God wagged his finger at the ex-hero. "After you greet your desire the way you want."
Link stopped himself from glancing at Sheik and said, "Furore is my patron. I don't have to listen to you."
Oni rolled his eyes and snorted. "You enjoy the challenges I give you, and I'm doing you a favour. It's not like you have a choice, anyway. I'm not letting you out till you give me a show. Or, until my new oracle figures out the meaning of her dreams."
Both mortals exclaimed at the same time, "What?"
Oni laughed. "Mortals. So cute."
"What did you to her!" Link demanded hotly, almost growling in the back of his throat, making the God laugh again, "Oni, if this one of your stupid games, I swear-"
"Calm down, hopper-boy," the deity nudged the man's forehead playfully before materialising beside the girl, carelessly wrapping an arm round her shoulders, "She asked for it. Though I gotta say she doesn't seem to remember too well..."
It took all his self-control not to stab the god in the chest as Oni nuzzled Sheik's hair and pressed a kiss against her temple. "Whatever she did to insult you, I think she can rectify it now that she knows you actually exist, slasher-face."
"Hypocrite," the god jeered, tapping his left eye meaningfully, still holding the girl close to his body, "And didn't I just say it? She asked for it. Literally. I think you can guess in what time, hopper-boy."
"What time?" Sheik demanded, looking at Oni and Link and back at the God again, "I don't understand, what are you two talking about?"
"Just the good old days," Link sarcastically responded, "When I was still a mercenary."
"And what has that got to do with me?"
The Fierce Deity chuckled and held her closer, pressing her against his chest, stretching Link's patience. "Did you really think Nayru would give you this kind of gift? Knowing the future goes against her Laws. The only part of the legend that's correct is how Din marked your eyes to set you apart. I was the one that birthed you Sheikah, and she was the one who jealously made it hard to interpret your visions, not Furore. My green mother gave you the land to call your home, which, the folk of Ikana took over at my word."
"Um..." she blushed as his arms curled round her waist, pulling her shirt up a little to reveal skin, the other hand stroking through her hair. "What are you...?"
"Making somebody else jealous with my gift, that's all," he murmured against her neck, tilting her jaw his way, smirking as his breath ghosted over her lips, "Ever wondered what it's like, kissing a god...?"
A wall of green metal and black gold separated them, and Link glared at the Fierce Deity with a hatred that could burn a thousand worlds. "Let. Her. Go!"
Oni smirked. "Ooh, tough guy. Finally, some fire out of you."
Link yelled as a spark of pain made him let go of the sword and Sheik yelped into his chest, pushed by the God. Link clutched her to himself, glaring at Oni. The immortal laughed and began to disappear, eyeing the girl meaningfully. "Oh, by the way, girl, you should ask my favourite fighter about the illusions. After all, warriors don't exist without reason."
He disappeared, and a door materialised on one of the walls, bars firmly closing it. The two looked at each other, realised they were embracing, and stepped apart.
An awkward silence followed.
"Um..." Sheik hesitated before asking, "What did... the Great One mean by that?"
Link snorted. He determinedly didn't look at her, marching straight for the door once he picked up the fairy blade and sheathed it. "Nothing. Forget it. We should figure out your dreams and get out of here. You're going to have to tell me what they're about now."
"But what he said, the thing that you had to do seems... a whole lot easier."
"Greet my desire the way I wish." Link reiterated, sarcastically. "Not going to happen."
She slipped in front of him, barring the door, glaring. The Hylian looked aside, unable to meet her eyes. "It's got to do with that illusion, right? He made me look like somebody I wasn't, didn't he."
He breathed in and out, slowly. "You didn't see what you looked like?"
"It's not like I had a mirror. I could tell I was wearing... something else, but, that's it."
"Right." Link tried desperately to think of a story he could spin to get her off his back, "I mean, you're right, but... I didn't name you in the illusion, did I."
"I... no, you didn't."
Relief washed over him, making him relax somewhat. "You looked like an old friend of mine. My friend had gone missing, and I found you, you looked badly hurt, and I wanted you safe. I defeated them, and I said what I had to say. I've already done what he asked me, now it's-"
She glared fiercely. "You're lying."
Oh, great. "Damn it, Sheik, I greeted 'my desire' then, or did you not hear me? I miss you."
"He said that you needed to greet your desire after the illusion, which means you didn't do it right there and then. And since I'm the only one here... I, I couldn't believe it when Jim said this, I thought he was being stupid but..." dread filled him like poison as she looked down to take a breath, a blush colouring her cheeks as she met his gaze, "Is that desire, me?"
His cheeks burned, admitting to it more effectively than he could ever deny it. He bit his lip and looked away, took a breath, and defended himself. "It's not what you think."
"So you..."
"It's complicated!" Link snapped, making her jump, "You... you're the spitting image of her. Yes there're some differences," he gestured vaguely at her face, letting her assume that he was talking about her eye-colour, "But... you're the spitting image of her. She helped me a long time ago. I couldn't help her back. I've been looking for her even before I made masks."
Say it. Say it now. It should be easy, just three words. She was you. I loved her. I love you.
Link swallowed dry spit and admitted, looking at her in a way that he'd wished he had in the lost seven years, "I miss her."
"Then greet me like you'd want with her, then, properly, or we'll never get out of here." Sheik insisted stubbornly, making Link laugh.
"You're asking me to do something you're going to hate me for. We're better off discussing your dreams. Then I know what I'm up against if I ever have to fight it."
"No." She insisted, glaring at him, "I told you they're not visions, and I'm here to figure out my dreams on my own. Just, just do whatever you have to do."
"Fine." Link spat, walking into her, making her take steps backwards till she hit the door. "Fine, fine, fine. Just remember, you asked for this."
He grabbed her elbow, pulling her close, and while his other arm snaked round her back and held the nape of her neck, he brushed his nose against hers, his breath shaking, imprinting the feel of her body against his, the smell of her skin and hair, the sensation of her heartbeat thrumming against his fingers, everything that was this moment into his mind, before gently murmuring her name and following it with a kiss against her lips.
She gasped. Link ignored it as he felt for the first time the soft, warm kiss he'd desperately wanted all these years, taking another and another, making each touch linger, pressing his hand against the small of her back, running his fingers through her hair, heart hammering as he realised that she was kissing him back.
He deepened the kiss, and she let him. Their tongues brushed, heat coursed through his gut and he pressed her against the door, wanting more, more, the waiting and the longing bursting through the dam of his memories.
She suddenly broke the kiss by throwing her head to the side, gasping like she'd run a mile, heat evident in her cheeks. She had her eyes screwed shut, pulling her lips into her mouth in what seemed worryingly like shame. Link breathed through his sudden haze of lust and cursed his lack of self-control. "Sheik, I,"
"Just say it. Say it and we'll be out of here."
The words felt like a vicious slap to the face and a kick to the gut, tearing at the sudden elation and hope that'd been nursed by the kiss. He breathed, slowly, and touched her hair one last time. He tried to sound flippant, casual, anything but heartbroken, but still the pain escaped into his voice. "I missed you, my wonderful guide."
The bars holding the door closed lifted with a mechanical fip, and she stumbled back with a yelp and disappeared into the dark. Link couldn't help but laugh as he pulled back, looking around at the empty room with a listless smirk. "You've had your fun now, Oni?"
"You could say that."
Link shook his head. "I hate you. I really, honestly do. Good thing you don't have any shrines dedicated to you, and I'm..." he rubbed his face wearily, sighing. "I'm tired. I can't even think of something colourful to threaten you with."
"In my defence," The god cackled, "She asked for it. Literally."
"I still hate you." Link shrugged, "I'm gonna get you for this, one day. I beat Ganondorf, I beat the moon. It'll almost be fitting if I beat a god next."
"I look forward to the challenge." Oni smirked, and Link turned away from the room and left.
-,-'-,-'-,-
When Link came through, the doors immediately closed and the sight of Sheik clinging to Jim cut another wound to his soul. Sighing, he picked up the Fierce Deity's Mask from the ground and put it away, waving aside Bondlo's concerned questions.
"Seems like you were wrong about the mask, chaperone," Jim sneered, and Link sighed.
"Right idea but wrong mask, kiddo. Sheik. Can you pass me the Mask of Truth?"
She refused to look at him, burying her face into Jim's chest. "Why?"
The Hylian smirked, wryly. "Hand it over, it's our key."
"I'll open it, then," she abruptly let her boyfriend go and kept her head down as she walked past him, kneeling in front of the door to place her mask on the indent.
The cracks in the doors glowed again, and yawned wide open for their Sheik.
Aaaaaaand, CUT!
I swear to god that these two get a happy ending, just so you know. So please don't kill me. Please.
And now for review replies!
hyliandragon: Hey there! Sorry I didn't reply to your review in the last chapter, i saw it after I updated, and though I was stoked that you liked the story, I couldn't be stuffed adding another review reply to a chapter I'd already updated, so here it is now! Sorry I'm such a lazy person. :P ANd thank you for the offer! It'd be awesome to see how people view my Link and Sheik! Can't wait!
V musicka: No, you weren't wrong that was definitely FD. And he's a bastard. XD And thank you so much! It's so awesome to know that my writing's improving, even by smidges. As for the flashback part, the italics were the memories and the rest was just confused nightmare fuel. XD So there's no need to worry yourself, it was meant to be confusing, and I just like messing with Link. :P Poor Hero of Time. I hope the Link/Sheik you got in this chapter both yayed you and 'damn it'ed you. XD That made noooo, sense!
Erendan: The reference at the end is from Doctor Who, so it's okay. I love that show, and it was such a funny line I had to use it. :P That's the great thing about fanfics, eh? You can rip off the world and you wouldn't get told off. This time I updated in three and half days (maybe four) so... forgive me? XD I hope you liked my FD, and don't worry, he appears again a few times later. He's such a bastard. XD
Dark Lord Link: I hope you liked the fight! And Link's craziness. XD
Raeya Kimani: Yayz! I love long reviews! Me too! Well, I love Igos more in this page then I love Link, but still! XD They make such cute friends, the skeleton and the Hero. Hey, I could turn that into a fic, if I find the time. As for sadistic love, man, messing with Link is too amusing. Poor fellow. Fierce Deity will appear a few more times in this fic, so I hope he'll stand up to your hopes. It'l be a brilliant challenge... lol. And take care of yourself; sleep deprovation is a bad, bad idea.
HumanRiot: Isn't it? So typical; no sense of decorum whatsoever. Tut-tut. XD I know right? Link, stop being so, 'I want her to choose me not because I ask but because she... wel... I don't know.' He is such a noob.
Sparty the Bold: ...Good point. Maybe we should pit them against each other in a Death By Ire contest. But... I just have this image of Tingle being more creepy than annoying, you know? 32 years old and thinks he's a fairy. Cue: Shudder. Another good point! One that didn't occur to me. Predstined for Link to open it, huh. Well, that may be the case, or, it was predestined that only a Sheik can open the door, considering the key is the Mask of Truth. And considering their history-that-didn't-happen it was destined for Sheik to know Link because he would gain the mask...? wait...? Oh, screw it, I'm just sticking to your theory. Possible Foreshadowing, maybe. (-v-) mwahaha. Have fun wherever you're going! I hope you don't get a cold.
goldenrhino: Nah, there're guays in Ikana. Especially the Stone Tower Temple. But yeah, maybe bats would've been cooler, but I sort of decided that they're... I don't know, not strong enough. Ah, well. Maybe next time. And Fierce Deity is wisecracking because, like me, he loves messing with Link! Bwahaha!
Archaic: Yay! I had a ninja for a reader! lol. Thanks for lurking by and reviewing! Another person wanting to draw for me! Oh this is GREAT! Thank you so much! And I hoped you enoed FD's attitude!
Hat Guy: The line's from Matt Smith's episode with River Song and the Angel's in it. Probably why you didn't recognise it, not to mention I changed the lines over to fit my fic, but that was the general gist of it. Freaky-as episode ever, and I loved it. Thank you for giving this a shot! I hope you're enjoying it thus far. Funnily enough, I don't really agree with this interpretation either, but I'm not good at writing male-male Shink. I jsut can't. I'm straight. I just have a terrible feeling I'll write Link or Sheik wrong. So I stick to the safe option and cower under gender swapping. I'm such a noob. XP. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too, and thank you very much for reading!
DragonXander: Yayz! Thank you for your praise, and I hope you keep reading! Um, I sort of just decided the upside down triangle represents the Fierce Deity, since they don't really explain it in the games. Other people add in new gods, which is cool, but I thought, FD, why not? The reason comes later, so if you stick around, you'll see why.
Darkwolflink: Here it is! I hope you liked it. I'm not quite sure whether there'll be a sequal though, but when this is finished and people ask for one, maybe I'll do it.
Missing Triforce: Four giant thumbs up, yay! Hey... wait a minute... HOL CRAP YOU'RE A MUTANT! lols, jsut kidding, of course. ;D I really should listen to that song, I've never heard of it before... I'm glad you think I'm keeping to the characters, though I have to say I'm struggling with Jim later in the story. It seemed okay at first but now it's just weird... I'm going to have to rewrite that chapter. The Fierce Deity mask, in other fics, tends to have the god trapped in there and it tried to take over Link's body and mind. In my one, Link is given the god's power, so super strength, super weapon, and super god-mind, so he knows everything sees everything and understands everything all at once, and he burns with the god's personality. Usually, a mortal would fry up and die on the spot under an hour, or go insane and go on a killing rampage, but Link can sort of handle it for over an hour and has the comon sense take the damned mask off before he goes nuts. So yeah. Long explanation, right there. XD Yes, definitely. And it wants to mess with Link.
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