Greetings,
There isn't much to introduce. This time I will allow the chapter to speak for itself....
Enjoy.
From Konoha to Hana
ARC 2
Chapter 10
When It's no Longer a Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or this would be where the story line would progress. I did not think of the rules of the Gashu clan, Volleys-chan did. I also got the idea about the tongues from FluffyKeira.
(Seriously, go read their stories.)
"Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one." -Stella Adler
Deidara squirmed as much as he could to try and break free. He didn't want to be here. He needed to get out. He lunged again for freedom but was held back.
"Goodness Dei-chan, you're just as squirmy as you were a little boy," Nikkoo said as she pulled him back into the tub with a splash, scrubbing his back with a rough brush, being cautious of his more tender wounds as she did so.
Yes. He was being given a bath again. By them.
"Let go!" Deidara hollered as he tried to escape their grasps, slipping on the soapy edges of the tub.
He's attempts to free himself were no good as the ladies just held him there, still doing what they had been doing before he tried to wrench free. Even though they were retired, they had all been at one point a kunoichi.
"Well he's not a little boy anymore." Aozora laughed. "He certainly has grown, un."
She pinched one of Deidara's cheeks, ignoring him as he swatted at her hand angrily yelling anything he could think of.
"In more ways than one," Kosame laughed as she finished lathering up a washcloth.
"I can wash that myself, yeah!" Deidara yelled as she moved towards his lower regions.
"Dei-chan, you're a mess." Zaazaa scolded him as she picked up one of his feet and began to scrub hard. "I don't know if you can clean yourself properly, yeah. Maybe if you can prove yourself later we will believe you, but for now, we're going to wash you."
Yuki was washing his hair, lathering it up well, digging her nails into his scalp to make sure to free it from any oil.
"Dei-chan, your hair is too pretty for you to be treating it like this. Shiny, health hair, that's what it should be, not this bloody, dingy, and oily mess, aru."
"Okay, I get it, yeah! Now can you let me go," Deidara said trying to break free.
"Of course not, desu!" Yuugure said as she finished scrubbing his left arm. "You're still a complete mess! Hardly what a clan heir should look like."
Deidara was about to argue, but Nikkoo had changed jobs, stuffing a toothbrush into his mouth and began to clean his teeth.
Deidara whimpered as he tried to get away again, causing his wounds to flair in agitation and making his breathing harder.
Nikkoo seemed to notice, since she pulled to toothbrush out and motioned the other ladies to stop.
"Breathe Deidara," She told him as she propped him up a bit to help him breathe better.
They were used to him having breathing attacks when he was a child; they knew what to look for and what to do when he had one.
Deidara spit out the toothpaste still in his mouth, glaring a bit as he wheezed.
"I'm not having an attack, yeah. I out grew that," He said as he forced himself to breathe evenly.
"You have an infection in your lungs, so we want to be careful with that," Aozora said as she held him down; he had tried to escape again.
And with that, the woman went right back to scrubbing to his chagrin. Not that he just sat there and took it. He was constantly squirming and trying to escape.
"Stop washing me there, yeah!" Deidara snapped at Kosame, his face becoming pink out of embarrassment, "I can do that!"
He squirmed a bit more then he was already doing when Kosame scrubbed a bit too hard.
"Quiet you," Kosame said with a frown on her face, "We can obviously see you weren't taking care of yourself. We were worried about you Dei-chan, yeah. Now I'm almost done."
"Same here," Zaazaa said as she switched feet.
"Let me just wash under your arm," Yuugure said, having lifted his arm a bit to scrub his pit.
"Your hair will be finished in no time," Yuki said as she ran her nails across his scalp again, making his wiggling increase.
"Here we go," Nikkoo said as she washed his face with a washcloth, "All done, hm."
"Done, aru." Yuki said as she backed away.
"Done here, desu," Yuugure said with a satisfied smile.
"Done," both twins said as they held him down from running.
"Done, un," Aozaro said as she pulled away as well.
And with that, Yuki dumped water on his head, rinsing away the soap and grim that was on him, the water going down the drain in a brownish color.
Deidara coughed and sputtered a bit. No matter how many times they had washed him as a kid, he never got use to them dumping warm water on him. He always coughed right afterwards as a way to clean his passageway from any water he might have inhaled.
He flinched as a towel dropped on his head. Oh… He hated this part.
As memory recalled properly, they were still rough with him when drying. Yuki was practically attacking his hair as she rubbed the towel through the wet locks repeatedly. The other women where drying different parts of him and some parts of him he wished they would just leave alone.
Soon he was being dragged to a new room that connected to the bathroom, with a towel around his waist and basically tied down onto a really fluffy body pillow.
His hands were at the head of the pillow, being tied there palms up as Zaazaa tied his waist to the center.
"What are you doing, yeah!?" Deidara didn't remember this part of what they used to do and the new situation was making him uncomfortable.
"You'll see," Yuki said as they left him in there.
Deidara wiggled a bit, trying to see if he could break free. He let his tongues come out of his mouths on his hands, seeing if they couldn't undo the ties,hearing someone enter the room distracted him.
"Dei-chan," The voice greeted, a familiar blonde coming into his view.
"Tou-san." Deidara said, a little surprised. "Why am I tied here?"
"Just checking up on these," Haitaka said as he touched one of Deidara's hands, before touching to sewn up one on his chest, "And this."
Deidara paled at the thought of what was coming. He now knew why he was tied down. His father was going to do extractions for him.
In his family, every three years, teeth fell out and new ones would set in. It was during the few months before their next birthday would they start checking up on their teeth and pulling the ones that were going to be replaced. It was painful, since they didn't use any drugs or numbing. However that was because of the fact that they had to feel in order to know what tooth had to go.
"Listen, you don't have to do this, yeah!" Deidara said as he squirmed away as best as he could, helplessly limited by his restraints.
"Ah, but I do Deidara, hm. It's not healthy for you to leave them be. Now let me check on this one first," Haitaka said as he used the mouth on his hand to chew away at the stitching.
"Ow," Deidara grunted as his father pulled it out.
His mouth opened wide and licked its lips on habit. It had been a long time since it had been opened.
"Hm," Haitaka didn't sound too happy with what he saw, "You've been neglecting it. Honestly Deidara I thought I taught you better, and what's this?" He fingered the seal around his mouth, "A self-destruct seal, hm?"
Oh, he knew his father wasn't happy with him, so he kept struggling. Why was his father even here? Or all his old nannies? This wasn't Iwa! But, then again, he didn't really know where here was. Maybe it was a dream? No, too painful for that.
He tensed as he saw his father snap on a latex gloves. He didn't remember that being apart of the usual ritual for teeth extractions.
"Relax, hm," Haitaka said as he came close with a metal bowl, "It will hurt less if you're not so tense."
Deidara tried, but having your father dip his hands into your most sensitive mouth on your chest and pulling out black goop, really makes it hard.
"What is that, yeah?" Deidara asked as his father pulled out another handful.
"An infection, hm. This is why your suppose to clean out your mouths every three years. From the look of the build up, you haven't been doing that for at least nine years. You're lucky, hm. This could have killed you." Haitaka said as he pulled out more, not minding as his son grunted a bit.
It took well over an hour before Deidara was deemed 'done' by his father, though the man had done a lot more then Deidara wanted. Not only were his mouths sore, but his seal was no longer on his chest. Haitaka didn't seem too keen on the idea of Deidara dying.
His wounds, other than his eye which had remained covered, though she did switch out the wet dressings, were redressed by Yuki, who also made sure to wrap up his chest mouth so it wouldn't open without his consent, and she then put on him a male nightgown and helped him into boxers, much to his embarrassment.
"There we are," Yuki said as she pushed the obstinate Deidara back into the room he had woken in, "Now you just rest. Aozora's cooking up a nice hearty meal for ya. We need to fatten you up! You are too skinny as you are!"
Deidara tried to argue, but the older woman kept pushing him until he was in the bed with clean sheets, 'd left without even acknowledging a thing he had said. He sighed as hestared up at the ceiling,seeking out useless patterns in the wood. He was so confusedabout what was happening, but at the same time he was really tired. It wasn't easy being back with clan members, they brought back so many difficult memories. But he knew he was safe- wherever he was.
The wounds he had sustained were cared for. His cuts and gashes were closed and healing. He could bend his fingers stiffly without pain when he knew they had almost all been snapped purposely in his torture. His eye was covered up, but he couldn't remember anything more than thatit had been hurting before he had blacked out.
He took a deep breath in, coughing lightly as his lungs didn't seem to agree with him, before allowing himself to feel comfortable and warm in the nice sheets and soft blankets. He closed his single visible eye and sighed a bit in contentment.
Soon, he drifted off to sleep.
Sakura returned later on that day from work to see the older Gashu clan women laughing. She could only imagine what they had done to poor Deidara when she told them to wash him and get him cleaned up.
"He definitely has grown," Aozora said with a giddy grin, making Sakura's favorite stew, "It's just sad that he lost so much weight, un."
"Well with the way we'll be feeding him, he'll fatten up in no time, hm!" Kikkoo said, equally as giddy.
She placed a tray out for Deidara's food.
"I can see why Sakura-chan chose him, he definitely has the energy to survive her." Zaazaa laughed.
"I know, did you see the size of his-" Kosame started but was interrupted by an irritated sound behind her.
"Ahem." Sakura said, clearing her throat and trying not to blush. "Please refrain from such discussions. I would rather not hear about it in my own kitchen."
"Aw, Sakura-chan," The ladies whined as they could no longer talk about their favorite topic; Deidara.
"No buts, what if Haitaka or Nawaki heard you? Or worse; Deidara? He's not in good enough health to be having a fit, which he would have if he heard you."
"So I guess sending you up would be a bad idea, desu?" Yuugure said as she rose a brow.
"Yes," Sakura said as she nodded slowly, "I would only excite him, causing him to agitate his wounds. He also has the infection in his lungs which could cause him trouble breathing. I don't want him hurting himself."
All six ladies looked at each other before looking back at Sakura. She had a sinking feeling that they didn't give a hoot and that she was going to do it their way.
…
…
"Stupid stew for being so freaking good," Sakura hissed under her breath as she walked down the hall to the one Deidara was resting in, "If it wasn't for Aozora saying I couldn't get my serving till I fed Dei, I wouldn't be in this mess."
She really did love this stew. And Aozora only made it once in a great while.
She didn't bother to knock on the door, she just slide it open and walked right in. She had seen Deidara in every view, nothing would be new to her. He was lying on the bed, still asleep from when Yuki had put him to bed. His mouth was open a bit and his breath was a bit ragged from having to breathe a little harder from his infection, but it was him.
She quietly placed the tray on his bed stand, not yet ready to wake him up. Would he be happy to see her? What would he do?
She was afraid of him hurting himself out of excitement. She just sighed as she stroked his dry hair; it was clean now and that golden locks shined healthily.
Deidara had a habit of burying his face into whatever he could, this time, he was hugging his pillow right in front of himself and his face resting on it, half way submerged into the goose down pillows.
Sakura decided that since the stew was still too hot to eat, and she wasn't yet ready for Deidara to be awake, that she would check up on his wounds and their dressings.
She slowly pulled back the sheets and lifted the nightgown to check on the larger of the wounds. It was the one that had pierced his chest, right into the mouth cavity. It was oozing a bit, probably from being agitated, and it was infected; probably thanks to his own neglectof his chest mouth.
She went to the corner of the room, pulling on a pair of gloves, then grabbed the disinfectant as well as a rag that she could clean the wound with. She took off her half crown and made sure she had nothing on her that could hurt him while shetreated his wounds. She slowly made her way back, just to see Deidara stir.
He cast his glance at her, seeing her putting down the items she had collected and snapping off a glove,before she placed her hand on his forehead.
"How are we feeling today?" She asked with a gentle smile.
Deidara was burning up. She bit back a curse as she stared into his blue eyes. For some reason, he was calm about her being there.
"I'm going to clean your wound for you Dei, then we'll see if you're hungry-"
She was cut off when he pulled her onto the bed and pinned her down.
"How about we skip the nurse bit and go into my favorite part of the dream, yeah," Deidara smirked as he looked at her hungrily.
She was too stunned at the moment to talk back. He thought he was dreaming. How often did he dream of her making love to him? As often as she did? More?
His smirk changed into a slight frown as he looked at her chest, "You breasts are a bigger then I usually dream up, yeah, but no worries," That lecherous grin was plastered on his face, his hands moving towards her chest, "I know how to make you scre-ACK!"
That was when Sakura stuck her gloved hand into his infected wound, immediately making him curl into a ball and off of her. She pulled him to the edge of the bed, forcing him onto his belly whilst being careful of his wounded arm. His sleepwear been pulled up so she could treat the wound. He was still groaning in pain from her digging her nails into the infected area.
"Hold still, you baby," Sakura said as she began to clean it, "I don't want this anymore agitated then it already is."
"And who just-ow- agitated it, yeah? That's pretty low of you sticking your nails in there!"
He was arguing with her without even realizing what he was doing. He hadn't seemed to connect the dots yet. She blamed that on his fever.
Sakura added more disinfectant to the rag and began to clean the wound again, getting cries and grunts of pain, depending on if it was a sensitive spot.
"Who thought they were dreaming me up?" She asked, not amused, "And how dare you dream me with a flat chest."
"They weren't flat, yeah!" Deidara defended, "they just weren't as ample as no…w…"
It seemed that he just realized something. Sakura quickly finished cleaning the wound and redressed it, letting go of him as she sat back down on the chair next to his bed.
Deidara turned his head to look at her with a wide eye, shocked and probably a little nervous as he asked the obvious question.
"You're… real."
"As real as you are blondie," Sakura said as she snapped off the glove and crossed her legs with a smug look on her face, "Though I remember you a lot thicker around the waist, having a bit more there to love on."
"Sakura…" Deidara breathed as he stared at her, not moving off of his belly like he would normally.
"Yes Dei-da-ra-kun," Sakura said, as she used her right hand to stroke his hair.
For someone who was still recovering, he was fast. He pulled her into his hold as he began to kiss her repeatedly, tracing up her neck and on to her lips to her forehead and back. Tears were spilling down his eyes as he kept muttering 'You're real' over and over again.
Sakura couldn't help but respond to his affection, kissing him in return, but the moment he began to cough, she was pulled out of her passionate stupor and pushed him away.
"You're irritating your lungs," Sakura said as she pushed her chakra into his chest, relieving him of the pain for a minute.
"Its… Nothing…" Deidara managed to say between coughs, he pulled her closer, refusing to let go, "Just… be… with me…"
"I'm not going anywhere Dei," Sakura said as she pulled away from him; only let her hands hover over his chest as she relieved the agitation.
She couldn't touch him right now without wanting to do more than just kiss him senseless.
"Breathe Deidara. Nice, calm breaths," Sakura said as she slowly pulled away.
The look in his eyes told her how he ached to touch her and become familiar with her again, but she wasn't about to risk it with him being in the condition he was.
"I brought you supper," Sakura said, as she helped prop him up enough to eat, her touch lingering a bit too long sometimes, "It'll help bring you back into health."
"Screw supper, just be with me," He pleaded as he ran a hand through her hair, making her shiver as his mouth on his hand kissed her as it moved.
Sakura almost gave it. Almost. Ifshe hadn't had several years learning how to deny Rei his requests for her constant attention, she would have given in.
"No," Sakura said as she placed the food tray on his lap, "Gain a few pounds and I might reconsider."
Ah. The pout. No matter how good at it Rei was and no matter how often Haitaka used it, she still thought that Deidara was the best when applying his frowny pout. She sighed as she kissed his temple, him whimpering because it wasn't his lips, and sat back down, grabbing his spoon full of stew and holding it to his mouth.
"Eat it, it'll make you feel better."
Before he could make utter the words 'no', she had shoved the spoon into his mouth and pulled out it out without the contents on it. He chewed and swallowed it, but his still looked at her longingly.
"You know," Sakura drawled, "If I'm distracting you from your meal, I'll just leave."
Deidara made a face as he snatched the spoon and began to gulp down his food. Obviously he didn't want her to leave. Sakura was glad for it. She knew he still loved her.
"Slow down, this isn't an eating contest," Sakura laughed as he choked slightly on some of the stew.
"But you'll leave, yeah," Deidara said with a heartbreaking look on his face, "I just found you, please don't leave me again."
Sakura decided that he had been punished enough and got up and went around the bed so she could crawl in next to him on the queen sized bed without disturbing his tray. A smile crossed his lips as she sat as close as possible and hugged him gently.
"Eat your food," Sakura reminded him as she rested her head on his shoulder, gently as to not hurt it.
She had longed for this day. Every moment since she had left him. He made her complete. Rei had been her sunshine and Amariris was her moonlight, but this man was her world, she had never known that before she became pregnant. He radiated heat. She knew it was because he was running a temperature, but for right now he was fine.
She had her chakra sweeping through her blood stream constantly, so she wouldn't catch what he had no matter how many times he kissed her or something of the sort.
"Where are we, yeah?" Deidara asked as he took another bite of stew, "This is Aozora's stew, but I know this isn't my father's home nor are we in Iwagakure."
"We're in Hanagakure." Sakura said as she played with a lock of his hair, "You're in the Kage's house as a guest."
"Oh," Deidara said as he took a bite, finishing his meal, "I have heard of Hana shinobi, but no one knows the location of Hanagakure, yeah."
He stopped a second as stared at her, "Have you been here the entire time?"
"Yes," Sakura said as she took the napkin on his tray and began to clean his mouth with it, "I have been here since the founding. I came here because of some… interesting turn of events which made Konoha no longer safe for me."
Sakura's stomach twisted a bit as she noticed Deidara was staring at her. He looked as if he was kicking himself for something, but at the same time relieved. She kissed him softly on the side of his mouth to calm him down a bit.
"What were those… turn of events, yeah?"
"Not now," Sakura said as she combed her fingers through his hair, noticing how he trembled, leaning into her touch as she did so, "When you're better I'll tell you all about it, but for now I can't have you getting too excited."
"Are you sure there is even going to be a recovery, yeah? I mean, yeah, for some strange reason my Otou is here as well as my clan, but I am a wanted man. The Hanakage can't turn a blind eye to that, can he, yeah?"
Sakura looked at him a moment, chewing on her lip before glancing back at him, fixing her gaze on his steadily. "You sticking with me or Akatsuki?"
Her answer was easy to decipher as his lips crashed onto hers, demanding her attention with want and need. Love was easy to read in his attempts to go further. Sakura ran a hand though his hair as she kissed back, but only for a moment. She could feel him hold his breath to keep back the coughing.
She pulled away with a grin on her face as she licked her lips. Deidara held her gaze for a moment before having to turn away to cough. Sakura waited for his coughs to subside, rubbing his back gently to help soothe him, so she could finish talking to him.
"You going to marry me, yeah?" He asked her once he was able to.
"Of course," Sakura said with a coy smile," The Hokage and Kazekage will be thrilled to hear that the Hanakage finally owns the whole Gashu clan."
"And who is the Hanakage, yeah?" Deidara asked, skeptical that the Hanakage would actually want him.
"Hm," Sakura said with a shrug, "Some woman with duo colored hair, jade eyes, and now has a fiancé who her best friend describes as a 'four-mouthed god of bed'. Not really worth mentioning her inhuman strength and terrible temper with a certain jinchuuriki whose name means 'fishcake' who just happens to be Hokage."
She had kept her tone straight, nonchalant as she listed off a couple things for Deidara to pick up on. She wasn't disappointed. She could feel him stiffen and he slowly shifted to fully face her. She kept her face as straight as possible as he stared at her with wide disbelieving eye.
"You." He said as he stared at her unblinking.
"I guess if you must know," Sakura sighed playfully, "Yes."
"You are Hanakage…"
"Yes, Deidara. You're future bride is the Hanakage. Do you have a problem with that?" She asked, arching a brow as she looked him straight in the face.
"Four-mouthed god of bed?" He finally asked, probably the first thing he could think other then the fact that she was the Hana-freaking-kage.
"Yeah… Your dad really didn't appreciate Ino telling that to Tsunade-kaa-chan. She seemed really interested to see if others in your clan were just as… god-ish in bed." Sakura said as she looked away, blushing a bit, "I kinda walked in during the middle of that experiment. Haitaka looked grateful since she had backed him into a corner, but Tsunade looked a bit… miffed."
Deidara blinked. Once. Twice.
"Your Shishou was trying to get in on with my outo?"
"She kinda won…" Sakura said as she looked anywhere but at him, "She bonded him to her through marriage."
"My otou is remarried, yeah?"
"Yeah," Sakura said as she shifted a bit, making sure her hands had a good position for checking his heart rate; she didn't want to excite him too much yet.
She would tell him about his little brother later. His heart rate was already too high for her tastes.
"Breath Dei," Sakura said once she realized he wasn't breathing.
He inhaled loudly as he ran a hand though his hair, "That's a lot to take in Sakura, yeah. Let me get this straight. My Otou is remarried to your Shishou-"
"Ex-Shishou, I am no longer her student, I surpassed her."
"Ex-Shishou. You are the Hanakage of the Hana shinobi that everyone has been seeing lately, but no one knowing where Hanagakure is, yeah."
"Yes, keep going."
"You own the rights to my clan, yeah."
"Yes," Sakura purred, "I own you."
Deidara's face heated up as he thought about what she had just said and she couldn't help but crack up at his expression.
"Don't go having a nosebleed there, Deidara, unless you want Yuki to come back in here and clean you and your bed up."
"No, that's okay, yeah," Deidara said as he leaned back and rested on the pillow, "That's a lot to take in, yeah."
"Then rest. Soak it up and be ready for more, I have six years of things I still have to tell you. And you're not getting away scotch free buster, you are going to marry me."
Deidara looked at her before lightly kissing her on the lips, "Who said I wouldn't, yeah?"
Sakura smiled as she grabbed his tray and hopped off his bed in a graceful manner. Deidara didn't seem happy when she laid him back down and kissed his forehead.
"Sleep. I'll be back here soon and I'll stay the night with you, but nothing that will aggravate those wounds."
"Yes, Hanakage-sama," Deidara said as he rolled his eyes.
"That's Sakura-chan to you." Sakura said as she headed out, "And if you don't like it, find someone else."
"There is no one else," Deidara said with a yawn, "Believe me, I've been looking for you for six long years, yeah."
Sakura turned from her spot at the door with a gentle smile, "And I've been waiting."
With that, she turned off the lights and closed the door, carrying the tray back to the kitchen.
Her twins and her other charges would be back in several days. She would have to make sure Rei and Amariris were aware that she had found their father, before taking them in to introduce them to him. She only hoped he took the surprise well.
"So she returns." Kosame said to her twin, "Do you think she is with child now, yeah?"
"You have to do the dirty deed in order to have children, yeah," Zaazaa replied with a impish look as she glanced at her, "She wasn't in there long enough to do that… yet."
"Six long years is enough to drive a healthy young woman like Sakura-chan up the wall," Kosame replied to her sister with a grin.
Sakura just glared at the two of them, "We didn't do anything like that. It would aggravate his wounds and maybe even kill him."
"Of course, she wants long term use of our little Dei-chan. Does that mean she asked him to marry her, yeah?"
"The boy does that silly."
"Sakura won't wait for that, yeah. Our boy is too girly to be the one that asks, Sakura is going to have to ask."
"Just so you know, he asked me." Sakura said as she looked at the two of them, not happy at all.
"That boy is going to have a heart attack when you introduce Rei and Amariris, you do know that, un."
"I know." Sakura said as she served herself some food, "That's why I'll slowly prepare him for it. But I can't just say 'marry me because I had your children', nor can I say 'I had your children, but they aren't here right now, sorry for getting you excited'. I'll wait till I can show him."
Sakura massaged her head as she imagined her almost five year old having a hissy fit because he was now just meeting his father and he now had to share his mother with yet another person.
"Rei is going to be the death of me," Sakura sighed as she began to eat her wonderful stew.
"I always thought it would be Arisu." Aozora said, "Or is that Yuugure who says that."
"Have you tried watching a child who can teleport and bend the fabrics of space and time with her mind, and she actually is very aware of that talent?" Yuugure asked, raising a brow.
"Sucks to be you!" Aozora said with a laugh, "I just have to deal with Kagerou. He loves cooking, so there is no problem with him in here."
"Well, I for one can't wait for them to come home," Nikkoo said, "It's dull without them all running around being- what does Tsunade-chan call them? The mini Akatsuki."
"Don't call them that, I have a hard enough time with the real Akatsuki as it is. I don't want them thinking about being next generation villains or something." Sakura said as she took another bite. "Plus, there are more kids then there are Akatsuki members, doesn't work. Can I have seconds?"
"Sure you can," Aozora said, giving her another serving, "I'll even make this more often if you do something for me."
"What?" Sakura asked eagerly, anything to get more of this stew.
"Go back to Deidara and don't come out until you're sure you're with child."
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