Chapter 9: Collision
"Gaara!"
At the sound of his name, the redhead paused his journey down the darkened street and turned in the direction of the shout. He watched idly as a smiling Aoi dropped down from a nearby roof top and trotted swiftly to his side, her usual furry shadow close behind.
"Aoi," he greeted as she slowed to a halt before him. Her smile widening in response, the bluenette turned her attention to the weapon pouch strapped to her hip as she spoke.
"I was hoping I would catch you before patrol," she murmured absently as she rummaged around in the stiff canvas case.
Mild curiosity stirring within him, the redhead raised a nonexistent eyebrow as he silently waited for the medic to elaborate. Fingers finally closing on what she had been searching for, Aoi let out a soft 'Ah' of triumph as she pulled a familiar canvas bundle out from her ninja kit. Beaming happily, the bluenette held the package out to him in an expectant manner.
Blinking slowly, Gaara gave the package a blank look before lifting his eyes to meet Aoi's gaze.
"You wish to see me?" he asked, ignoring the offered bundle.
Somewhat surprised, Aoi hesitantly lowered her arms and pondered the redhead's rejection, before the truth finally dawned on her. He didn't understand. Smothering the urge to chuckle at the Jinchuriki's naivety, Aoi simply nodded in response, reminding herself that Gaara was still adjusting to the concept of friendship.
"Yes. I wanted to give you this," she explained kindly as she gestured to the bundle in her hands. "It's more tea. Temari said that you had finished the last batch I made for you."
Glancing towards the bundle, Gaara's forehead creased in a small frown.
"You made more." His tone told Aoi that it was more of a statement than a question.
"Um… yes…" the bluenette answered slowly, the fear that her gesture was unwelcome reawakening. "Gomen, did you not want anymore? Was there something wrong with it?"
The pale shinobi lifted his gaze from the bundle in her hands to meet her anxious eyes.
"No, it's not that. The tea is… fine," he assured, his voice calm. Instantly relieved, Aoi gave Gaara a small smile.
"Then what's wrong?" she coaxed gently.
"On giving me the first bundle you said it was a 'thank you' present for saving your life. I have not done anything to warrant another present." This time, Aoi could not prevent a small giggle from leaving her lips.
On hearing the sound, the redhead's frown deepened and his eyes grew slightly colder. Sobering, Aoi offered the shinobi an apologetic smile.
"Gomenasai, Gaara. I am not making fun of you. It's just, hearing you say that you've done nothing for me to thank you…" Breaking off with a rueful shake of her head, Aoi locked gazes with her teammate. "You have done so much to help me I'm not sure I know how to even begin thanking you. Because of you, I finally feel I have the ability to become a real kunoichi, not just a medic. That's not something I ever expected."
Seeing the sincerity in her expression, the sand-wielder nodded slowly, his frown smoothing out.
"I see," he murmured as he accepted the gift.
"Besides," Aoi continued with a slight shrug, "even if you had done nothing for me, I would still make it for you."
His confusion rekindled, Gaara gave the kunoichi a measuring look.
"Why?" he demanded.
"It helps you, doesn't it?" Reluctantly Gaara gave a tiny inclination of his head, unwilling to discuss his weaknesses in such a public place, regardless of the fact that it was deserted due to the late hour. "That's why. It's what friends do."
The redhead's frown deepened as he contemplated Aoi's words.
Biting her lip to stop from giggling once again, Aoi watched as the village's most feared shinobi, Sabaku no Gaara, Suna's ultimate weapon, became both baffled and uneasy at the simple statement.
"For a 'genius' he really isn't too bright now is he?" remarked Toshi dryly as he watched the redhead.
"Toshi," Aoi scolded gently, immediately feeling guilty for her amusement. "Don't be so harsh. This is all still new to him."
It may have seemed cute to watch Gaara struggle to make sense of the simple facts that she was explaining to him, but she really had to remember exactly why he was so clueless about it in the first place. It would be a cruel thing to laugh at his inexperience and given Gaara's past, Aoi was fairly certain that he would not take kindly to her amusement.
"Whatever," snorted the mustelid as he looked away, clearly not sharing her sympathy but unwilling to revisit the old argument.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation with her small friend, Aoi turned her attention back to her teammate.
"So, were you on your way to check in for duty?" she asked casually as she glanced up at the crescent moon that was slowly approaching its zenith in the night sky.
Cool, sea-foam eyes flickered back towards the medic at the question. Setting his thoughts aside for a more convenient time, the redhead gave a single silent nod as he placed the packet of tea safely inside his own weapons pouch.
"It's a little early yet," mused Aoi as she glanced back towards her companion, "but I suppose there's no harm in being early. Besides, this way we can take our time getting there."
Moving to his side, Aoi smiled expectantly at Gaara until he fell into step beside her. The two walked in a comfortable silence, having grown used to each other's presence over the past few weeks they had been partnered up. Or rather, Aoi and Gaara walked in silence, but the redhead was fairly certain that Toshi and Aoi were conducting their own private conversation by the occasional chattering barks the ferret would give and the expressions that continued to flicker over the girl's face.
Not that Gaara was paying particular attention, of course. His thoughts had returned to ponder the new pieces of information he had gained.
It seemed this 'friendship' was more complicated than he had first realised…
As he mused, the Jinchuriki noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Slowing his gait down, Gaara turned to watch as a drunken couple stumbled out of a bar across the street, their hands greedily exploring each other's bodies as they exchanged sloppy kisses.
Realising that her partner was lingering in place, Aoi turned to see what had ensnared his attention. On seeing the oblivious pair as they fondled each other and slowly backed into a nearby alleyway, the medic immediately flushed scarlet and hastily dropped her eyes to the ground. Worrying her lower lip nervously between her teeth, Aoi shot a surprised glance in Gaara's direction as the redhead continued to study the couple with detached interest.
Apparently Gaara had more in common with a 'normal' fifteen-year-old boy than anyone gave him credit for…
Gaara watched as the inebriated civilians vanished into the gloom of the alley, no doubt to continue their activities in a more private area. A sudden image of the two copulating on the dirty paving of the dingy alley flashed through Gaara's head. The genin fought the urge to let his lip curl in disgust as Shukaku's rumbling laugh echoed thorough him mind.
"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it brat!" the demon leered. Fastidiously ignoring the taunting voice in his head, the Jinchuriki kept his eyes trained on the ally that the couple had vanished into.
Seeing the two drunkards intertwined in such a fashion had caused him to remember his earlier conversation with Kankuro. It was a strange concept to grasp that his brother had a crush on his partner. That Kankuro wanted to do things like that with Aoi…
"Oh? What's this?" Shukaku mused in his deep sadistic voice as his sinister presence glided uninvited along Gaara's thought trail. "So the painted brat has a thing for our little pup?"
Gaara's eyes narrowed in annoyance as the tanuki continued to muse aloud.
"We can't allow that," the beast purred seductively, rusty tendrils of his chakra beginning to seep out of his cage and bleed into the redhead's circulatory system. "We should teach him a lesson. Make him scream… use his blood to let everyone else know that they may not play with our toys…"
Anger flaring, Gaara forced Shukaku's encroaching presence back from the forefront of his mind. He did not care what Kankuro wanted to do with Aoi. That meant nothing to do with him. His only concern was trying to decipher out his brother's strange behaviour in order to better understand human interaction.
Shukaku let out one of his bone-shaking laughs as he struggled to maintain his influence.
"Oh really?"
Eyes narrowing, Gaara used a sudden sharp flare of chakra to force the ichibi back into his cage and burn the rusty taint of the demon's chakra from his own. He had no interest in indulging the tanuki's desires. In any way.
"Um… Gaara? Is everything okay..?" His thoughts interrupted, the redhead glanced at his companion.
"… I'm fine," he murmured as he turned and resumed walking.
Holding back a sigh, Aoi smothered her concern. Whatever it was that was troubling her teammate, he clearly did not want to discuss it with her…
"Aoi," Gaara's soft raspy voice abruptly broke through her thoughts. Lifting her head, the bluenette gazed curiously at her companion.
"Hmm?"
"It is common practice among friends to discuss things that trouble or confuse them, correct?"
… Or maybe he did. Blinking in surprise at Gaara's uncharacteristic desire to talk, Aoi, quickly pulled herself together and gave the teenager a gentle smile.
"Yes, friends discuss things like that. Is there something that you want to talk about?"
A frown once again gracing his face, Gaara remained silent for a time as he considered how to begin.
"I am… unaccustomed to social interactions," he began slowly, sounding slightly unsure of himself.
"Yes?" Aoi encouraged quietly.
"People are difficult to understand. Their actions often appear to be contradictory." Now it was Aoi's turn to frown.
"What do you mean by that?" she queried. Gaara's penetrating gaze lifted to meet hers.
"Is it possible for a person to harbour feelings for another while continuing to treat them with contempt?"
Pausing, Aoi considered this for a while.
"I suppose so. I guess it depends on the person, but you do get people that for whatever reason, have difficulty expressing emotions. More often than not, it's caused by the fear of rejection. One way person might deal with that is to act negatively towards the object of their affections."
Halting beside the medic, Gaara stared at the girl, irate puzzlement radiating from his body.
"If they have feelings for them, then what is the purpose in treating them in such a way?" he demanded impatiently. Aoi shrugged.
"It's quite a childish way of dealing with things, but by behaving nastily towards the person they care about, it makes sure that the person will notice them and give them the attention they want, even if it is not in the way they want," she explained patiently.
Mulling it over for a moment, Gaara gave a slight nod and continued towards their destination, content with Aoi's explanation.
Kankuro treated Aoi as he did because he was afraid if he revealed the feelings he harboured for her she would reject him.
Although his brother's reasoning seemed flawed to Gaara—after all surely treating Aoi in such a way would only increase the likelihood of her rejection—he was beginning to understand it nevertheless. Had he not reacted in a similar way towards the village? He might have been blind to it at the time, but in retrospect it seemed clear to him now that his desire to lash out and kill those who had hurt him, was at least partially caused by a buried desire for their acknowledgement.
Fear and hatred was infinitely preferable to apathy.
Feeling more at ease now that someone had shed light on this particular mystery, Gaara felt his gaze drawn back to the girl beside him.
It seemed this friendship was turning out more beneficial than he had initially expected. He had decided to go along with it in order to better understand bonds by experiencing them firsthand. He had not considered that she might also aid him in deciphering the hidden meaning behind so many of the strange interactions he had observed.
Feeling the calm aura that was now emanating from her partner, Aoi let a happy smile spread over her face. It did not take a genius to work out who Gaara was talking about.
Aoi was glad that Gaara had suddenly gained some insight to his brother's behaviour. She had been aware of it for some time now, since their first mission together.
She recalled the way Kankuro was always tying to confront Gaara, always seeking to get a rise out of him or otherwise initiate some form of sibling rivalry. It had always seemed so obvious to her that the puppeteer was desperately trying to reach out to the redhead, in his own strange way. Trying to get his acknowledgement, as a teammate and as a brother.
Perhaps now Gaara was aware of what was going on the two might be able to build a real relationship.
Glancing covertly at her friend, Aoi felt herself grin at the thought.
Inhaling deeply, Aoi let her eyes slide shut and enjoyed the cool, dry scent as it swept through her nostrils. A small smile of contentment curled over her lips as she concentrated on the sounds that were reaching her ears; the soft whispering of the breeze as it blew by, the dull crunching of her and Gaara's footfalls on the cool sand as they ran and the quicker, lighter scrabbling steps of Toshi as he kept pace beside them.
Over the past few weeks she had grown accustomed to navigating in almost complete darkness, trusting instead on her other abilities and Toshi's superior senses to guide her. It was difficult at first, training herself to stop relying so heavily on her eyes, which was why she had first begun running with them closed, but now she felt oddly comforted by the blackness.
She was learning to look forward to these nights. To her, it was an escape. Somewhere that she could let go of all the worries and stresses of her day. Somewhere that she did not have to think. Somewhere she could be alone.
'Well,' she corrected herself as she opened her eyes and glanced towards Gaara's silent figure. 'Not quite alone.'
Although that being said, these days she no more minded Gaara's presence than she did Toshi's. He rarely made demands of her, or expected her to be anything other than herself. It was comforting, in a strange way. But then everything related to Gaara was strange.
Her contented smile widening as she felt a small flush of affection towards her stoic companion, Aoi ran on.
"There's someone up ahead!" Toshi's bark startled her from her musings.
"Gaara!" Aoi called urgently, careful to keep her voice low as she slowed to a halt. "There are people up ahead."
Mimicking his partner's movement, Gaara turned in the direction Aoi gestured in and began carefully searching for chakra signatures as he waited for her to convey the full report from Toshi.
"No, make that more than one," corrected the ferret as he sat up on his hind legs, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. "There's a group of them heading this way, five maybe. And there's a lot of blood mingled in with the scent…" Breaking off, the mustelid let out an annoyed chatter. There was something bothering him about this scent, something niggling in the back of his mind. If only he could get a better whiff of it, he might be able to be sure… but the origin was still too far away, all he was getting was frustrating wafts carried on stray breezes, and they were too choked with blood to be of any real use.
Nodding at his report, Aoi raised her head to gaze in Gaara's direction.
"A group of five or more heading towards us. It seems they might be hurt, Toshi says. He smells a lot of blood."
Slowly the redhead nodded. He had pinpointed the approaching chakra signatures some distance away. It was fortunate Toshi had caught their scent or else he would have missed them.
"Five," he clarified as he concentrated on the chakra of the strangers, noting the violent fluctuations in the one closest. "It would seem that one is fleeing from the others, it is mostly likely them that's wounded."
Nodding in quiet determination, Aoi climbed to her feet.
"We should check it out."
Gaara grunted his agreement. Wordlessly, the three sprinted off in the direction of the intruders.
Breath tore from Kin's raw throat as she ran, forcibly blanking out the pain that lanced through her body at every step. Blinking her eyes, the blonde forced her blurry vision to focus as her head pounded viciously. Her muscles were beginning to shake and her limbs had long since turned to lead. She was reaching her limit.
Abruptly she felt herself lurch, the leg beneath her giving out at last and sending her sprawling on the cold sand, the impact driving the air from her lungs.
Eyes sliding shut, the ANBU felt the futility of her position wash over her trembling body as she lay where she had hit the ground.
Damn it.
She wasn't going to make it.
Breath bubbling out of her bloodstained lips, the blonde felt the haziness she had been trying to keep at bay reach out to caress her exhausted mind, whispering tantalizing promises of numbing her pain. It would be so easy… to give in. To let all her troubles drift away. Already she could feel her body heat leaching away, sinking into the pale sand beneath her with the blood that flowed freely from her wounds.
Kami. She was so tired. So very tired…
'No!' her mind snarled, ripping her consciousness back from the brink. She would not succumb. Giving up was for the weak.
Forcing her eyes to snap open, Kin sucked in a rasping breath as she dragged her abused body to her hands and knees. Swaying dangerously on her treacherous limbs as her muscles fought against her will, the blonde let out a hacking cough, spitting out the red fluid that bubbled into her mouth. Each convulsion that racked her body threatened to knock her back to the icy embrace of the sand once more. Letting her head hang, the ANBU felt her mind begin to reel as her vision slid in and out of focus.
A mirthless smile curved her copper stained lips as a wave of grim amusement rose up in her chest at the sound of the air as it rattled in her lungs.
She had often heard of the term 'a death rattle', but she had never before stopped to wonder where it came from. Now she knew.
Behind her, the rapid footfalls of her hunters grew louder as they neared. Catching sight of their felled quarry, one of the Oto-nin let out a crow of triumph.
The arrogant cry reaching her ears, a new sense of urgency re-awoke within Kin. She could not let them catch her. Fingers curling in the sand, the blonde gritted her teeth until her jaw screamed from exertion.
She was not done yet. She would not end her life to the sound of a rattle.
Gathering together the tattered remains of her resolve, the kunoichi forced her loudly protesting body to her feet, ignoring the rivers of red that soaked through her clothes and dripped onto the ground below.
Just a bit further. She had already crossed the border. If she was lucky she might run into a patrol before her body gave out for good.
But she would not give up.
Snarling her determination, the ANBU pushed her spent muscles to resume her former pace, concentrating on the jeering calls of her pursuers to give her strength.
As he ran, Gaara narrowed his eyes, carefully studying the approaching figures silhouetted on the horizon. His assumption had been correct. The lead figure was indeed being chased, and what was more, the tangy scent the breeze was carrying and the peculiar gait of the run told him that they were badly hurt.
As he analysed the situation, he watched the figure fall. The moonlight briefly caught the white mask and pale body armour, before glinting a deep crimson as it hit the blade, buried deep in the victim's calf.
"ANBU?" he murmured softly to himself as he watched the four unidentified ninja tear towards the fallen Suna-nin.
As he raced beside his human, Toshi heard the soft word the redhead whispered under his breath. His head jerking up, the ferret gazed at the figures before them in horror as everything finally clicked into place inside his sharp mind.
Inhaling deeply, Toshi desperately tried to deny what his nose was telling him. But there was no use. Now that he was closer there was no denying it. He finally knew why that scent was so familiar. A swirling pit of dread erupted in his stomach. Turning his head, the ferret locked hopeless eyes on Aoi.
"It''s Kin," he rasped harshly, causing the bluenette to glance at him in confusion. "The one on the ground, it's Kin!"
Time seemed to slow as Toshi's cry penetrated Aoi's mind. She was dimly aware of her heartbeat, thudding a loud, if surprisingly slow rhythm in her ears, drowning out all other sound. Slowly the medic turned her gaze back towards the fallen figure, a cloak of detached numbness settling over her shoulders.
Kin. Toshi said it was Kin.
As if drawn by their own accord, her eyes settled on the bloodstained mask that obscured the face. A hawk mask.
Kin's mask.
"No," she whispered to herself, the sound of her own hoarse voice startling her from her stupor. Immediately time resumed its former pace, the sudden noises that flooded her ears almost deafening for an instant. Eyes widening in panic, the girl's body began to shake as her veins pumped adrenaline to her muscles.
"No, no, no, no, no! Nee-san!" The words left her lips a frantic scream. Before she even knew what she was doing, Aoi found herself racing forwards, her fear lending her speed as she sprinted over the darkened sands, leaving her teammates behind.
Alerted by Aoi's screams, the four Oto-nin skidded to a halt, mere feet away from their quarry. Ignoring the fallen woman in preference of the new threat, the shinobi shifted into a fighter's stance as they locked eyes on the approaching Suna-nin.
It was only the reactions that the past weeks of training with Gaara had ingrained in her that saved the bluenette's life in that mindless headlong dash. Her subconscious recognising the sudden flash that shot through the air for what it was, Aoi found her body automatically dodging to the right. It was only as a series of dull thunks hit the ground beside her, the medic realised how close she had been to becoming a pincushion.
Too late however, she registered sudden swishing noise of a blade cutting through the air as it flew towards her chest.
The air rippled before her as the familiar hiss of shifting sand met her ears. There came a metallic clink as the flying blade struck the newly erected barrier. Knowing she was momentarily safe behind Gaara's wall of sand, Aoi allowed her eyes to squeeze closed as relief flow through her trembling body. Breathing in a shaky breath, the genin tried to pull her turbulent thoughts together. As she slowly felt herself regain a modicum of control, Aoi let her eyes slide open just on time to watch as her teammate's dark form slid to a halt next to her.
"Arigato," she murmured, a flush colouring her cheeks as she realised how foolish she had been to race ahead, despite the desperation that twisted in her stomach.
Gaara glanced towards his companion, noting the strained look on her face and the fear and pain reflected in her eyes, before allowing the barrier to dissolve and turning his eyes back towards the four ninja before them. Now that the shinobi had stopped Aoi's reckless approach, they seemed to be taking the time to regroup.
Between the two parties lay the broken body of the ANBU, her blood pooling around her, staining the white sands.
Aoi had called her Nee-san.
Another swift glance told him that the quartet of enemies was the last thing on the bluenette's mind. Her expressive eyes locked onto her sister's prone figure and with her green medical chakra swirling distractedly around her, it was clear that she was distraught. Carefully factoring that into the equation, Gaara swiftly considered his options.
If Aoi assisted in battle, the ANBU may be dead before they finish. Then whatever information she was carrying would be lost to them.
The most logical approach was to allow the medic to tend to the wounded ANBU while he battled alone. But the four Oto-nin bore no uniform besides that of the headbands. Nothing to display their rank.
If they were genin, taking four at once would not be a problem for him. If they were chunin, it may be more difficult. Jounin…
Coming to a decision, Gaara narrowed his eyes on his opponents.
"Aoi, when I attack go straight and tend to your sister. I will take care of the others."
Intense gratitude seeped through Aoi at his words. Nodding silently, the bluenette paused to give Gaara a thankful glance, before turning back towards her sibling. Kin needed her.
Doing his best to ignore the unbearably tense atmosphere, Toshi's nose twitched as he tested the air. The monster had come up with the best possible plan considering their circumstances, but he did not know everything. And as loathe as he was to revealing his and Aoi's secret, the sheer quantity of chakra he could smell from their opponents told him now was not the time to be petty.
"I'll go and get help," he growled at the redhead.
Head jerking down in the direction of the strange voice, Gaara frowned at the smirking ferret. After a moments silence, the Jinchuriki gave a single impassive nod before turning his head back towards the Oto-nin.
Slowly taking in a deep breath, Gaara prepared his chakra and launched his attack.
As the redhead sent a tsunami of sand crashing forwards, Toshi turned and darted in the opposite direction, using the chakra that circulated in his system to power his limbs to a speed that would impress most shinobi. His small paws kicking up a dust storm in his wake, the ferret sped over the dunes that separated him from the village.
He had to hurry. Jinchuriki or not, the monster wouldn't be able to hold off all four of those Oto-nin for long. They were too strong for that.
Narrowing his eyes, Toshi let out a determined growl as his pace increased even further. It was up to him to get help. This is what he had been training for. Why he had been pushing Aoi into pumping her chakra reserves into him every night since their 'experiment' had begun.
He would not let his human down again.
Sprawled out over the old scabby sofa that sat in the centre of the darkened living room of the small three-bedroom house that he shared with his siblings, Kankuro stared half-heartedly at the images moving on the small TV screen in front of him. Truthfully he was too tired to really pay attention, having not so long ago finished his own border patrol shift with his sister.
Common sense told the puppeteer just to give in and head to bed, but at this moment in time that seemed like a bit too much work. Besides, he wanted to wait for Temari. The blonde had insisted on going straight to Baki to inform him of some strange chakra surges they had sensed near the eastern border.
What the big deal was he didn't know. Alright, so what if there was a battle? As long as it wasn't in Suna, he couldn't care less. Temari on the other hand disagreed on the matter.
"It doesn't matter if it's an idiot showing off or two S-class shinobi trying to murder each other. Anything causing that much commotion this near the border needs to be checked out."
Face wrinkling in a sneer as he remembered his sister's words and the slap upside the head that had followed them, Kankuro lazily lifted an arm to grab the remote from the coffee table in front of him and flicked through the channels in search of something more engaging.
Well, they would see what Baki had to say on the matter.
Abruptly freezing as soft banging noises drifted through from the empty kitchen, the puppet master felt his shinobi training kick in. Shoving back his fatigue with a cold disinterest, the genin slid to his feet and summoned his chakra, quickly creating strings and attaching them to the puppet he had sat by the foot of the couch.
Moving slowly, Karasu tailing behind, the brunette cautiously approached the kitchen door. Reaching his destination, the teenager readied himself for action as he wrapped his fingers around the handle.
Taking a deep breath, he yanked the door open.
A brown blur exploded from the dark room darting towards his face. Letting out a strangled yell, the genin leaped backwards, only to become entangled in his own puppet. Cursing loudly, the puppeteer hit the ground flailing.
"Smooth, teme, real smooth. And you call yourself a shinobi?"
On hearing the unknown voice, the boy stiffened, anger at his own stupidity burning in his chest as the mocking tone attacked his pride.
"Who the hell wants to know?" he spat as he finally managed to disentangle himself from Karasu's limbs and shove himself into a sitting position and glanced wildly around for the speaker.
"Down here Neko."
Eyes snapping down to the origin of the voice, Kankuro found his gaze settling on the smug looking mustelid by his feet. Blinking in disbelief, the puppeteer felt his jaw drop.
"You can talk?!"
Lips peeling back in the ferret equivalent of a smirk, Toshi cocked his head as he observed the stupid monkey that was sprawled before him. Kami it was good to be able to finally tell this teme what he thought of him…
The mirth abruptly leaving him, Toshi remembered why he was here.
"Damn straight I can talk. But that's not important. I'm here to get your help."
Just to be clear - Kankuro's clumsiness in this chapter was a result of his tiredness, not a reflection of his ninja skills.
Hum... nothing really to say to be honest. Except thanks to my new beta mysticLegend11 for all the help!
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