Hey everyone back, sorry this one took so long to get this chapter up, I actually had to sit in my room without any music and just write to eventually get this done and I did! As I mentioned I went to my first anime convention (it was amazing by the way) and found a love for at least 5 different new animes. SO I've been watching them like crazy over the past week! My favorites so far are Soul Eater (got to meet/talk with Micah Solusod, voice of Soul, super amazing guy!) and Hetalia. Awesome animes. Plus I met Brina Palencia the voice of Ciel Phantomhive, I was completely star struck for a few moments, Black Butler is one of my all time favorite animes (nothing can come close to Death Note though ^^) and I got her to sign a picture I drew of Ciel a while back and this stuffed platypus I bought at the con :P She's also an amazing person! …Ummm yeah sorry for talking so much, hope you enjoy the chapter!

Warnings: Language, nudity (YES!), and sex (although it doesn't go into detail, sorry! ^_^;;)

*DISSSSSSCLAAAAIIIMMMMERRRRRR*

P.S. And Misa is still a bitch. That is all.

P.P.S I apoligize in advance for all the line breaks. Seriously there are quite a bit in there.

Every purposeful swish of his hips, every sultry lick of his lips sent shockwaves down my spine. In the short distance it was to me from across the circle, Light seemed to make the time pass in an achingly slow crawl. His eyes were locked on mine, never leaving them for a second as he began to strip his suit jacket and tie in the most erotic way I had ever seen, twirling the jacket over his head before discarding it on the ground like a useless paper bag, letting it slip through his fingers without a second thought. I swallowed hard as his nimble fingers began to slowly, slowly, unbutton his red satin shirt, his eyes half lidded in a way that said, 'you wish you were doing this', and oh how I wish I had been. I'm not sure what it was but for some reason I wasn't embarrassed one bit.

The vague thought flitted past my mind about when I was talking to Light about my drawings of those French girls I had done a while back. I had talked about it like it was such a casual thing but when I had been drawing; I was blushing the entire time though most of them, I almost didn't look up to continue sometimes. It had been part of my vain attempt to socialize myself years ago which had crashed and burned. In fact, when Light had been looking at them was the first time I had laid eyes on them in years. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something press against my thigh.

Light had kneeled down and was now straddling my lap, pinning my legs down between his own, preventing me from scooting away even an inch. My eyes widened at the fact that he was leaning on me slightly, our chests pressed together in a way that wasn't easy to brush off as simply an innocent gesture. I swallowed hard once again as Light wrapped the necktie he still held in his hand around my neck, gingerly pulling my face toward his and again preventing me from moving away. I could feel Light's warm breath on my neck as I turned my head away from meeting his sight, I could also feel myself trembling involuntarily under his touch. Light leaned forward and let his lips graze over the nape of my neck and my eyes widened as they flicked around the room to look for anything, anything that would save me from having to surrender to Light's gaze. If I didn't look away, I knew I would be under his complete and utter submission. That was why my breath hitched in my throat when I heard Light's voice rumble against my neck.

"Baby," he whispered, "if you really love me, you'll smile." My lips parted as if to respond, but I stayed silent nonetheless. This obviously didn't satisfy Light because the moment I failed to speak, he ground his hips down on my now painfully hard erection, making me gasp out loud.

"No don't!" I gasped in a voice that didn't sound like my own. It sounded young, weak, and pathetic even to my own ears. I needed to gain control of the situation, quickly. I could tell this was going to turn into much more than a game and I was becoming more and more aware of our audience, the audience being my brothers, who were watching us with such sickly attentive pleasure that it chilled me to the bone "Light," I murmured to him alone, mustering up all the self control in my body, "might we…continue this somewhere else?" I felt Light grin against the vulnerable skin of my neck and he chuckled.

"Lead the way."

We soon found ourselves back in Light's room. After murmuring some quick and hushed goodbyes to Mello and the others, Light practically dragged me back to his room, clutching my hand in his so tightly I thought it would snap in two. He led me though the first class hallways until we got to the doorway of his room. It was only then where he seemed to worry if anyone was watching because he glanced around the hallway once, twice, three times before sliding in the silver key that opened the door. We slid inside the darkened room and Light let go of my hand, padding over a few feet away to flick on a low lamp. I was almost overwhelmed by the opulence of the room, beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery emerging from the darkness. The room was far bigger than the one I shared with my brothers, about three times the size and with a rather impressive walk-in closet as well. Before I even knew he left, Light can from behind a corner in the closet, a sketchbook and a few charcoal pencils in hand. He held them out to me and I took them, a bit confused.

"And what are these for—"

"Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?" Light cut me off softly, trying to adjust some of the lamps, turning some on and some others off. I smiled, walking around the room to run my finger along the delicate molding of the marble fireplace.

"Zat is true, but I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions." I drawled in a terrible French accent. I held up my finger that I had run along the stone, there wasn't a single speck of dust on it. Before Light could respond a stack of paintings caught my eye, by an artist I knew instantly. "Hey, Monet!" I murmured, crouching down next to the paintings stacked against the wall by the closet. I let my fingers flit across the painted canvas, as light as a bird's feather. I noticed the worn colors, and the smudging signature toward the bottom right corner; my eyes widened as I turned to Light. "Are these…originals?" Light nodded, smiling.

"We were transporting them back to America to our summer house. We've had them for ages it seems. Father doesn't think much of them but I just love Monet's use of color. Besides those paintings are all my mother left…" His voice tapered off as his gaze shifted to the ground, as if he was absorbed in a poignant memory. He shook his head once, his eyes brightening, and a softer smile on his face. He walked away back into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe closet and I followed him as he knelt down to rummage deeper into the clothes to something hidden. I heard the familiar clicking of a combination being worked on and tried to peek over Light's shoulder to see what he was trying to unlock but there wasn't enough light.

"Misa insists on lugging this damn thing everywhere." The name of the woman drops into my brain with a 'chunk'. I had almost forgotten about her.

"Speaking of, should I be expecting her anytime soon?" Light's chuckle came out muffled from under the clothes.

"Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out." I nodded absentmindedly until I heard a strident 'click!' Light unlocked the safe. In a moment he was scooting backwards, standing up in front of me in the closet. What he held in his hand was simply... magnificent. It was a crown made of the finest gold that I had ever seen. Intricate handcrafted designs that took the steady hand of an extremely skilled artisan were etched into its rustic surface, pearls, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds were studded along the base, glinting brilliantly whenever Light scarcely moved his hands. The sheer wealth that radiated from every inch was insurmountable. He held it out to me and I gaped at him for a moment before taking it nervously. The fur on the interior was downy soft, call me cliché but it literally felt as if I were touching a cloud.

"Where did you get this?" I breathed, unable to take my eyes off the crown. Light cocked his head, his brow furrowing.

"It belonged to The Stuarts, King James I to be exact, during his reign back in 1603. My family has had dealings with British royalty for generations upon generations; my father is the current prime minister of Japan after all, his father before he and the family tree keeps going. This crown was given to us as a gift by the Stuarts, I'm not sure why they'd want to give this up but it's been passed down my family line for generations and now it's my turn I suppose. I don't want it though, it's far too ostentatious. Besides, when am I ever going to need to wear this other than tonight?" My mouth had fallen open by this pint as I soaked in all the information Light had given me. His father…was the prime minister… of Japan? And the crown, oh the crown must have been over 400 years old at the time, and there I was, holding it in my grubby hands? But then something else Light had said dropped into my mind. Other than tonight…? I glanced back up at Light whose eyes were closed just slightly in an expression I didn't identify with.

"L, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this." He gently took the crown back from my fingers, and he smiled at me. "Wearing only this." My eyes widened to the size of saucers at his request, finally understanding why he had given me the sketchbook a while earlier. I nodded numbly, realizing what he wanted and Light's smile widened, tweaking my nose quickly and disappearing into the bathroom that I hadn't yet seen, leaving me in a confused haze. Light wanted me to…what? For some reason my brain just wouldn't compute until I heard Light call out to me from the washroom asking if I was ready for him. Dear God he wasn't making this any easier.

After I finally snapped out of my stupor, I began to quickly lay out the room in the way that I deemed appropriate, the artist in me taking over as I moved couches and end tables around in a way that would be flattering towards Light. In the end I decided on making a provisional throne, pushing one of the antique sitting chairs that were in the living room closer to a window where the moonlight was filtering through. I draped one of the extra silk sheets in the linen closet over the seat of the 'throne', leaving one end to flow freely onto the floor, pooling around the legs of the chair.

I found a few vases of roses, deciding that it would be safe to use them for the picture, ripping off some of the buds and scattering them around the floor around the chair in clumps, some of the loose petals falling wherever they wished. One the other hand I kept some of the roses on their stems, warping the thin and flexible rods to twist around the side of the throne and having the bud rest at the top, reaching out towards the moonlight illuminating the room since I had turned the lights off. The moonlight shrouded part of the chair in darkness, some of it was lit brightly in an asymmetrical division which I think added a nice touch. I fashioned a staff for Light to hold, and then finally with more than slight hesitation, added a few rose buds to the crown and set the circlet on an end table close to the chair throne. Adding a few final touches, I turned toward the bathroom door.

"Alright Light," I called softly, "everything is ready now." After a few moments the door creaked open, and I snapped my head up towards the sound. I had layed out my pencils like surgical tools, my sketchbook open and ready. Light appeared from behind the doorway, only half of his body available for my view. I noticed he had slipped on a thin silk kimono. I swallowed slightly as he sauntered from behind the door, time slowing to an agonizingly slow crawl as he padded over to me with something clutched in his hand.

"The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like some china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want." He flipped the dime to me, letting it land softly into my hand as I try to keep the air moving through my lungs. Light faced me head on, slipping the robe off his shoulders in a tantalizing fashion, revealing his caramel tanned skin inch by inch until he finally let the garment drop to the floor in one quick movement. I swallowed again, harder than before as I assessed (more like gazed hungrily) Light's body trying to decide what to do next.

The room was dark, really the only lights were to broad moonlight filtering in through the window behind the 'throne' and the small table lamp I had set up beside my chair so that I could see my sketchbook as I drew. After a few seconds I had to avert my eyes from Light's frame as my eyes began to surreptitiously drift lower and lower on his body.

Luckily Light finally turned, to observe the set up I had made for the picture. I could see his arms bend in front of him as he cocked his head and rested one hand on his cheek.

"I really do like what you've done here, am I supposed to be a king?" he asked, turning his head half way to look back at me. I nodded, walking forward to show him.

"Yes, I thought since you had the crown it would fit. Now if you could sit down there, I guess I'll begin." I tried to be as professional as possible but my GOD he had a fit backside. Light chuckled as if he could feel my eyes on him as he walked over to the seat, his feet making almost no sound as he made his way across the room. He picked up the crown and delicately rested it on his head, for a moment I almost thought he was a king as he sat in his throne, looking out at me expectantly. I decided to sit down in my own chair, picking up one of the many charcoal pencils. Here we go.

"Ok now just tell me what looks right to you." Light called, crossing his legs subconsciously. I squinted for a moment.

"Right there, don't uncross your legs okay?" I said, and Light nodded. It was a good position to start with, that and I wouldn't be more distracted with that was between Light's legs. "Now just clench your hand into a loose fist…there we go, and rest it on your cheek like that. Tilt your head up and to the right just a little aaaaand stop. Ok now just close your eyes the slightest bit, to give you a look of contempt you know?" I directed Light in every position, his movements were fluid and he followed my directions easily. "Ok just let your other hand rest on the arm of the chair, letting your fingers just dangle freely." I smiled at the fact that he did look very much like a king, this was going to be a very good picture.

"Am I ready?" Light asked, cracking a slight smile. I frowned.

"No smiling okay? Relax your face and just keep your eyes to me." I chided softly and Light nodded minutely, relaxing as I told him. With that, I began to sketch. A few seconds in I dropped my pencil and I heard Light stifle a laugh.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing." He teased and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my neck.

"He does landscapes." I deadpanned, rolling my eyes in a futile attempt to mask my edginess. Light kept quiet after that which I was immensely grateful for. I looked up at Light over the top of my sketchpad, drawing with sure strokes despite my nervousness. This was the only time I'd ever be able to simply gaze at Light's body without prejudice to I took it for all it was worth. Branding the sight of his taut muscles and tanned skin into my brain, the slight sheen of moonlight that danced across his skin.

In the end, what emerged was the best sketch I had ever done. His pose was languid, his expression beautiful, and his eyes radiated his energy. Light leaned over my shoulder, wearing his robe again, as he watched me sign the drawing.

"Make sure to date it, L, I always want to remember this night." And I did, 4/14/2014. Meanwhile, Light walked away from me, over to a desk to scribble something down on a sheet of Titanic stationary. I craned my head from my chair, being nosy.

"What are you writing?" I inquired. I watched Light smirk from under his bangs and he left my question unanswered. I brushed it off as he walked back over to me, accepting the drawing.

"Thank you, L." he said simply, leaning close to me to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. When his lips departed mine followed involuntarily, yearning for more even though I couldn't have it. Light smiled and left me for a few moments to go back to the closet, the crown, his drawing, and the mysterious (well mysterious to me) message to put them presumably back in the safe. I heard the safe door close with a CLUNK! And that was that.

Officer Guilford entered from the Palm Court through the revolving doors and crossed the room toward Misa. A fire was blazing in the marble fireplace, and the usual men were playing cards, drinking and talking. Misa spotted Guilford and detached herself from her group, going to meet him.

"None of the stewards have seen him." Guilford said, obviously upset. Not over the fact that Light was missing, but about the fact of what Misa would do to him if he didn't show results soon.

"This is ridiculous, Guilford!" Misa hissed, her voice low but forceful. "It's a ship; there are only so many places he could be! Find him."

The Titanic was gliding across an unnatural sea, black and calm as a pool of oil. The ship's lights are mirrored almost perfectly in the black water, and the sky was brilliant with stars. A meteor traced a bright line across the heavens. On the bridge, Captain Bartley was peering out at the blackness ahead of the ship. Quartermaster Hitchins brought him a cup of hot tea with lemon and it steams in the bitter cold of the open bridge. Second Officer Lightoller was standing next to him, staring out at the sheet of black glass the ocean had become.

"I don't think I've ever seen such flat calm, in 24 years at sea." Lightoller breathed softly, reaching up to blow a warm breath into his hands to keep them warm. Bartley nodded, stirring his tea.

"Yes, like a mill pond. Not a breath of wind." He hummed. Lightoller cast him a sidelong glance.

"It'll make the bergs harder to see, with no breaking water at the base." He warned, but Bartley didn't seem too worried about it. He took a sip from his cup.

"Hmm." He murmured idly. "Well I'm off, maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller." He ordered over his shoulder as he walked back to his quarters. "And wake me, of course, it anything becomes in the slightest doubtful." Lightoller ground his teeth slightly but nodded to the captain's back.

"Yes sir."

Light, unfortunately for me fully dressed, returned to me in the sitting room. Both of our heads snapped towards the door at the sound of a key in the lock. Quickly, Light took my hand, guiding me from the chair I was sitting in and leading me silently through the various bedrooms.

"Light? Hello?" The voice belonged to Guilford and Light felt a trickle of sweat go down his neck. That was the man Misa had sent after him to keep tabs on him. At the time we were hiding close to a door that opened to an outside hallway, our bodies pressed up against the wall.'

"We're going out this way L." Light whispered into my ear and I had to suppress a shiver that ricocheted down my spine. I kept to a minute nod, following Light's lead as he opened the door and slipped out with silent ease. Once out, he led me quickly along the corridor toward the B deck foyer. We were so close, so close, to freedom until we heard the sitting room door and Guilford stepped out. He spotted us easily and began to hustle after us, about to open his mouth to yell something.

"Come on!" Light yelped and we broke into a run, surprising a few ladies and gentlemen around his. Light led me past the stairs to the bank of the elevators and ran into an open one, scaring the hell out of the operator. I was slightly taken aback by the fact that they had fucking elevator operators for the first class guests but I guess I shouldn't have expected anything different.

"Take us down. Quickly, quickly!" Light commanded, already breathing hard. I tried not to laugh as the poor operator scrambled to comply, I even helped him out by closing the doors a little quicker as if that would have helped at all. Guilford ran up right as the doors were closing and Light smirked, flipping him a very obvious bird. I burst out laughing that time, the operator gaping at us.

After evading Guilford once again (the stupid dolt), Light and I found ourselves in a functional space, with access to a number of machine spaces (fan room, boiler uptakes, etc.). We were leaning up against the wall, laughing.

"Damn this guy is pretty touch for a valet." I heaved, grinning like an idiot. Light nodded, also breathless.

"He's and ex-mafia member if you can believe it. Misa's father hired him to keep Misa out of trouble…to make sure she always got back to the hotel with her wallet and watch after some crawl through the less reputable parts of town…" he explained, catching his breath.

"Kind of like what we're doing right—shit!" I yelped, pointing down the hallway to where a very pissed off Officer Guilford was standing. "Come on this way!" I laughed, practically tripping over my feet as we ran around a corner into a blind alley. There was only one door marked CREW ONLY, but I flung it open regardless.

We entered a roaring ran room, with no way out but a ladder going down. In a quick movement I latched the deadbolt on the door we had come through, Guildford slamming against it a moment later. I grinned at Light, pointing to the ladder.

"After you, sir." I drawled and Light chuckled, sliding down the ladder in a way that wasn't easy to do with both feet braced against the side rather than using the steps. How the hell had he done that? I shrugged inwardly and used the steps, eventually jumping off when it got to be too tedious. We came down the escape ladder and looked around in amazement. It was like a vision of hell itself, with roaring furnaces and black figures moving in the smoky glow. We ran the length of the boiler room, dodging amazed stokers, and trimmers with their wheelbarrows of coal.

"Carry on, don't mind us!" I yelled over the din. "You're all doing a wonderful job!"

We ran through the open watertight door into what looked to be another boiler room and I tugged a hesitant Light though a fiercely hot alley between two boilers and we wound up in the dark, out of sight of the working crew. Watching from the shadows, we saw the stokers working in the hellish glow, shoveling coal into the insatiable maws of the furnaces. The whole place was thundering with the roar of the fires.

Back in the first class smoking room, Misa and her comrades sat at a card game, amid unparalled luxury. She sipped at her brandy, turning her head away from to David McGuire who happened to be talking.

"We're going like hell I tell you. I have fifty dollars that says we make it into Los Angeles by Tuesday night!" Misa rolled her eyes to herself, taking out her iPhone from her purse and scowls at the time. Damn Officer Guilford, the incompetent fool…

The furnaces roared, silhouetting the glistening stokers. I kissed Light's face, tasking the sweat trickling down from his forehead. Light smiled and captured my lips with his, as we kissed passionately in the steaming, pounding darkness.

Eventually we found our way out of the boiler room and into a holding deck under the ship, both practically high on adrenaline. We laughed like idiots, running between rows of stacked cargo. It was much cooler there than in the boiler room and Light hugged himself against the sudden cold air after the dripping heat of the boiler room. We cam upon what looked to be a brand new Renault touring car, lashing down to a pallet. It looks like a royal coach form a fairy tale, its brass trim and headlights nicely set off by its deep burgundy color.

Light climbed into the plushy upholstered back seat, acting like the king I had drawn him to be only a few minutes previous. There were cut crystal bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a delicate white rose. I jumped into the driver's seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and wood. I pretended to tip my hat as I turned my head sideways to address Light.

"Where to, Sir?" I said, honking the horn once. I felt Light's smile on me and I was about to fully turn when he answered.

"To the stars." He murmured, his hands suddenly coming out of the shadows and pulling me over the seat into the back. I landed hard next to his, my breath seeming louder in the quiet darkness. I looked at him and he was still smiling. It was the moment of truth.

"Are you nervous?" I said, my voice automatically dropping into a soft hum.

"Not at all." Light smiled softly at me, a complete sense vulnerability and trust wash over his face in such a way that it made me feel…guilty for no reason at all. I stroked his face, cherishing him, brushing his hair from his eyes. This beautiful man. This pulchritudinous angel. Why was I the one he chose to be with? Me, L Lawliet. I wondered vaguely about how this kind of thing only happened in stories and movies, where the rich guy falls in love with the poor girl (or in our case, poor boy), that's just not how real life works. It just…doesn't. And it shouldn't be happening now, but I couldn't and wouldn't do anything to change it at this point. I was already in way to deep to turn back.

Light kissed my artist's fingers.

"I…love you L." he murmured, a dark blush spreading across his cheeks. I felt my heart give a squeeze and I shut my eyes, trying to wake myself up from this dream, because I knew that was what is was, a dream. A very well conjured one at that. I knew that when I opened my eyes, I would be in my bed, in my little house in Japan, living the same mundane lifestyle as I, L Lawliet had always lived. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Light was still there, gazing at me with those unfathomably trusting eyes. My heart constricted harder and I plunged forward, kissing Light with all the passion and love I could muster. Even though I never actually said the words 'I love you', I know he could feel it. Light wrapped his arms around my neck and slid down in the seat under my welcomed weight as we continued our voyage to the heavens.

My coat acted like a blanket over us and it stirs as Light pulled it down. We were huddled underneath it, intertwined, still mostly clothed. Our faces were flushed as we gazed at each other wonderingly. I put my hand on Light's face, as if to make sure he was real and still there.

"Light, you're trembling." I whispered worriedly, my breathing labored. Light smiled sleepily, blinked slowly up at me.

"It's okay, I'm alright." He murmured, pulling my head down to rest on his chest. I gratefully acquiesced, laying my cheek against his smooth bare chest.

"I can feel your heart beating." I breathed incoherently. Light doesn't respond but hugs my head in his hands, just holding on for dear life.

Misa was standing at the open safe, staring down at the drawing of Light and her face clenched with fury. She read the note again: "Dear, now you can keep both of us locked in your safe, Light." Guilford, standing behind her, looks over her shoulder at the drawing. Misa crumpled Light's note, then takes the drawing in both hands as if to rip it in half. She tensed to do it, but then stopped herself. A crookedly sinister smile dances across her lips.

"I've got a better idea…"

Two stewards enter the holding deck where Light and I had just been. They held flashlights and played the beams around the hold, probably sent by Guilford to catch us. They spotted the Renault, with one door slightly ajar and approached it slowly. One of the stewards whipped open the door, only to find the back seat completely empty. Fools.

Light and I were completely dressed as we cam through a crew door onto the deck. We were laughing so hard we could barely stand. I wrapped my arms around Light's torso in a soft hug, and Light returns the favor, his body pressed against mine. Our breath clouded around us in the now freezing air, but we didn't even feel the cold. I glanced up to a determined expression in Light's eyes.

"When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you." He said, his mind completely made up. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered my words from earlier that day of my aspirations of living in America.

"But that's absolutely insane!" I exclaimed, my eyes practically jumping out of my skull. "You've got so much going for you if you stay, everything you could ever want! Money, power, everything! Why would you throw it away for someone like me—" I was suddenly silenced my Light's finger as he pressed it to my lips mid-rant.

"Some one like you? L I love you! And besides, what future do I have here? To become some bitch's subjugated lapdog for the rest of my life, forever tied to her by the leash of unwanted matrimony? I want to be with you L. I know it's insane and completely irrational and hat it doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it. I trust you L."

At that point I was at my breaking point. I wasn't sure what was about to break but whatever it was didn't give me leave to speak a single word. Instead I pulled Light to me, kissing him fiercely, trying to convey all my feelings into this one kiss. Right then I knew something was going to change. I wasn't sure what exactly it was at the time, but something in my gut told me it wouldn't be good. But for that moment, I just wanted to savor Light for as long as I could, to have something, for once in my life that went right.

I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE LINE BREAKS! It was nesscessary to switch from one view to another without it being strange.*Sigh* I'm not exactly satisfied with this chapter, it feels…empty, like there's something missing. I'm not sure what. Either way, what'd you think? Getting closer and closer to the iceberg! *and queue Jaws theme music* that bit is going to be a joy to write, although there are still a few events that have to happen before the ship sinks so stay tuned! Anyway I hope you enjoyed this installment, and I'm sorry if the drawing scene thing was a bit…awkward lol. Ok I'm going to go, to probably get started on the next chapter, reviews would be marvelous (plus they'd make me want to update quicker…)! Until next time!

~Lawlietfan347 ^_^