I'm still alive.

Anyway, here's Chapter 12. Enjoy.

As always, thank you for everyone's kind words.

Okay. Let's go.


The alarm rings at 3:30 AM. Lights illuminate her room as she went to her bathroom to brush her teeth. She brushed it longer than usual. Cupping her hands under the faucet, she splashed her face with water, waking her up and making her feel somewhat fresh. With a smile to the mirror, she goes back to her room and started scrambling around for her clothes.

Will she be wearing shorts today? It was almost summer after all. Or was that too daring? Perhaps, a skirt would be a better choice. The one that reached below her knees, of course. As always.

The cold wind blows as she opened her window. Without thinking twice, she picks up her favorite jacket and wears it, welcoming the warmth it brought. Twirling left and right in front of the mirror, she nods in agreement and sits, beginning to brush her hair. The ends flipped outward. Like it always does when she wakes up.

After a second trip to the bathroom, she sits down, and smiles with content. That will do.

Her eyes go to the lipstick that was sat comfortably on her vanity. It was a gift from Ino. A Christmas gift and Birthday gift – combined. It was always like that ever since she was little. Way more convenient for people. The gift was a light shade of red, bordering on pink. It was close to the natural color. She had never thought of using it until now. Would it make her face a bit brighter? Prettier, maybe?

The clock read 4:30. It was already time. She looks out her window, just in time to see him arriving at the front gate. Like her, he wore a simple casual attire. It was always refreshing to see him out of his usual attire.

Immediately, his nose senses her, and he waves at her with a smile. Her eyes brighten with joy and immediately went down the stairs, forgetting the fact that everyone, aside from her, was still asleep. With a loud whisper of apology, she goes outside of the house, making sure to close the door quietly. Her father might get mad at her for disappearing so early in the morning, but that was a bridge that she'll cross later.

"Hey," he says, his fang poking out of his lip as he smiles. Her lips couldn't help but curve up, and she bashfully return his greeting as she puts her hair behind her ears.

Akamaru barks, as if to break the tension between the two. She laughs and opens her arms wide, accepting his companion into her embrace. His size may be vastly different from before, but his white fur remains soft and fluffy as always.

"Let's go?" he asks, and she nods, accepting his hand as she went on top of Akamaru. These hands of his. She remembers holding it countless times, but today, it felt warmer. It felt larger. It felt accepting. She couldn't help but hold it tighter, and a bit longer.

He calls her name, chuckling at the fact that she would not let go. Hinata. Many years did he call him by that name, but only now did she realize how she loved him calling her name. Her name that easily rolled of his tongue. The way he says it with affection. Always with an emotion. She wondered if she made Kiba feel the same way as well whenever she calls him by his name.

Few seconds pass and she finally loosens her grip. He easily hops onto Akamaru and looks back at her, waiting for her to hold on. Their eyes meet and she started wondering where she should put her hands. She used to always put them on his shoulders but now, she decides to place it around his waist.

"Is this… okay?" she asks, sitting a bit more closer and looking up at him.

"Yeah," he puts his hand over one of hers, "It's safer."

With a gentle pat from his master, Akamaru started to run. She yelps a bit from surprise, tightening her arms around him, and he laughs in amusement. It really is no wonder why Inuzukas were the only ones who use ninkens extensively. They were the only people who could go along with the dog's playfulness.

She leans her head on his back, watching the blurry scenery turn from brown to green as they enter a forest. Akamaru's loud steps changed to rustling sounds as his paws hit the grass. For a moment, her eyes close, falling asleep. It was early morning, after all. Nonetheless, she forced herself to stay awake.

"Ah," her voice comes out when she spots a tree with red fruits, the ground surrounded in various types of wild flowers. It was a familiar scenery. Come to think of it, the path itself was very familiar.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like I've been here before."

"You did. I've brought you here last time."

Without any hesitation, Akamaru leaps, leading them out of the forest. The sudden brightness blinds Hinata and she instinctively shut her eyes for a moment. It felt like someone shone a flashlight directly at her eyes.

She blinks a few more times, trying to regain her composure, before looking up, only to be surprised by the scenery. Beyond them was a familiar lake. The lake where it used to perfectly reflect the starry night sky. The same place where Kiba had brought her and spent their time just enjoying each other's company. Even beyond are rows of mountains, and just perfectly sitting atop on one was the sun, rising as it signifies another new day.

Hinata's eyes widened with awe. Though this was obviously not her first time to see a sunrise, it was the first time to see it with this kind of view. The way the rays shone at the waters, giving a sparkle to its already marvelous beauty while, at the same time, the skies changing its colors, were just breathtaking.

"I always came back here ever since I've found it. Mornings, afternoon, nights, it didn't matter," he says with a smile on his face while looking at the scenery. The gentle wind blows, making his short but messy hair sway along. "I guess," he turns towards her, "I just wanted to share you a piece of my treasure, if you could call it that way," he chuckles.

She clenches her hand to her skirt, scrunching up the fabric. The sun reminded of her mother. It reminded Hinata of how much her mother loved the sun, which is why she named her daughter after it. The sun symbolized a new day. A new beginning. Hinata symbolized a new chapter in her mother's life.

For Hinata, this was similar. It was like yesterday when they were simply just teammates. Friends. But now, it was different. Just like how every touch they exchanged had changed, so did their relationship. This marks a new chapter in their life. Another page to flip through. New obstacles to conquer.

It was a new beginning to both of their lives.

"Kiba," she called out to him. "From now on, please take care of me," she said, bowing slightly at him and looking up, only to be greeted with a gentle flick of his fingers to her forehead.

"Idiot," he says with a grin as Hinata touched her forehead, confused. It wasn't painful, but it was surprising. "You don't have to be so formal with me. Of course, I would take care of you. Ever since we started, we've trusted each other to take care of our backs. The only difference is that now, I'm trusting you with my whole life."

She looks up at Kiba and, for a moment, she flashes back to the image of Kiba when they got teamed up together. When his eyes still held disinterest and his tone always somewhat angry. Hinata could only laugh at those memories, on how different it was to the present. Perhaps now, she could agree that he did, in fact, change from his younger self.

Taking a step forward, she approaches him and holds his hand with her comparably tiny ones. "You know that I know that I trust you with my life too."

He chuckles, finding the physical intimacy slightly embarrassing, but nonetheless, she knew that he enjoyed it since he squeezed her hand back. Their eyes meet and he puts his forehead on hers, and stayed that way for a while. For a second there, she expected him to kiss her, but this wasn't bad at all. The closeness was very much welcomed.

She then feels him suddenly tense up, and she looks up at him to see his eyes widened, thinking. Years of experience with Kiba told her that he sensed someone unfamiliar, and was about to ask whether Konoha was in danger, only for his facial expression to change into a mix of disgust, discomfort, and embarrassment. His face started to flush red immediately as he directed his gaze towards the forest, the same place where they came through.

Hinata blinks, wondering what was wrong, and followed his gaze. And, just a few meters from them, in behind one of the many thousand trees, she saw someone with an animal mask peeking out.

An Anbu.

"Oh," the Anbu said, covering his mouth – if you could call it that – with his hand as if he was gasping after realizing that he was found out. "Please, don't mind me. Just pretend that I'm not here and continue with whatever you two are doing." He steps to the side, trying to hide his body more, obviously failing to hide his presence. Then again, being in the presence of a Hyuuga and an Inuzuka would make everyone fail to do so.

"What are you doing here, sir…" Kiba said, adding the honorific as an afterthought. Was the Anbu his superior? Hinata didn't know. What she did know was that Kiba wanted to get out. Fast.

"Just don't mind me!" the Anbu whispered loudly. "That's an order," he adds.

"…Is there something you want?"

Seconds pass, and the Anbu finally comes out of his 'hiding place' while sighing loudly and approaches the two. Intimidated by the height and the bear mask, Hinata steps backward and slightly hides behind Kiba's back, her hand holding the hem of his shirt tightly. The man radiated a strong aura of authority that she couldn't help but feel a little terrified.

"Pleasant to meet you, Miss Hyuuga. I sincerely apologize for the intrusion," he says, placing his hand on his chest and bowing slightly. Hinata nods in acknowledgement, though her eyes strayed down to the ground. She really could not make herself look at those black holes in their masks despite countless encounters with them.

"What is it?" Kiba said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"A mission came up. We were thinking of bringing you along. It'll be a good experience for you."

The Inuzuka widens his eyes, the corners of his lips turning up slightly. "Really? A-are you sure that I can go along?"

"It's a recon mission, something you are already used to. I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Hinata listened closely as the Anbu continued to give information to the rather enthusiastic Inuzuka. It reminded her of when they received their first ever mission, only for it to simply be a cat-searching job. Though it did help train their reconnaissance abilities, it sure did disappoint the three of them. Especially Kiba and Shino. Those two wanted some action.

Of course, that mission is vastly different to the current. Anbu missions are known to be life-threatening due to its difficulty and risk. Rumors even say that they get missions that are above the S-rank. Even though it is simply a recon mission, who knows what you'll face during it. Their team has encountered numerous situations where they thought that they would not make it back to Konoha. What more if it was a mission for the Anbu?

She looked at Kiba who was listening intently to his superior, his eyes full of interest. An expression that she liked a lot. Even though Hinata was worried, she is not cruel or selfish enough to deter him away from his career. This was something that Kiba chose for himself. It was a place where he could continue to grow. A career where he could continue to lend a hand for the greater good.

"You should go," she said softly, making him turn his head back at her. "Like he said, it's a good experience."

"Are you sure?"

Was she sure? Wasn't this like sending him to his death? Isn't this what she didn't want before? But, even though she was still afraid for him, she trusted him enough. Hinata trusted Kiba enough for him to come back. That he could come back to see her once again in Konoha.

So, yes. She was sure. And thus, she nods with a smile on her face.


"Mad" simply did not describe Hiashi as soon as Hinata came home. He was angry. No, he was fuming. How dare she leave the house without permission! It's not like he wasn't going to allow her to go out. While Hinata may already be a capable adult, he was still her father. It was necessary for him to know where she would be. For a second, he thought that Hinata had gotten herself kidnapped again, just like when she was young.

By the reaction, it seemed to be that the Inuzuka did not also know that Hinata had not asked for permission. Having a strict parent himself, he seemed to understand the struggles of one. Nonetheless, he apologizes, finding himself responsible as well for the trouble. Hiashi did not blame Kiba one bit, but he appreciated his apology. At least the boy had a sense of honor.

"See you, Hinata."

"See you."

The Inuzuka bids his daughter farewell, a fang jutting out from his lip as always. It had been like that since he was young, and it'll always be so. How Kiba had never found his teeth as a nuisance, Hiashi will never know.

Hiashi was about to speak to Hinata about her behavior when she suddenly ran towards their home, almost stumbling when taking off her sandals. He blinks once. Twice. Did Hinata seriously just ignore him? Maybe allowing the Inuzuka to date his daughter was a bad idea. Look at her! He obviously had influenced her in some way or other! Sooner or later, Hinata would start to rebel against her family. Hiashi could only grimace as he imagined it.

He walks up the stairs towards his daughter's room, hearing pages being flipped fast and books dropping onto the carpeted floor. Now she is causing a ruckus? Does Hinata have no shame or respect anymore? Hanabi is still sleeping, for goodness sake.

"What are you doing?" he asks, stepping into the room as Hinata started picking up the books from the floor and putting them back on the shelf. At least she still had the decency to clean up after herself.

"Oh. Father," she says, as if she just now noticed of her father's presence. "I'm just looking for something."

"What is it?"

Hinata heads towards one of her cabinets next, opening it up and kneeling down onto the floor as she started rummaging. Seconds pass and she gasps, pulling out a small wooden box with an accomplished smile on her face. She removes the lid, revealing a small collection of clovers she had pressed.

Four-leaf clovers.

She places the box on her lap as she picked each of them one by one, twirling and flipping them between her fingers, examining each intently. Curiosity overcomes Hiashi and, next thing he knows, he has picked up one of the clovers and gazed at it. He had known about his daughter's hobbies, but did not know it went to this extent.

"Are you giving one to him?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

She meekly nods, a blush rising up her cheeks. "I think it'll help with his mission. Clovers are symbols of luck, after all."

Luck. It was something that Hiashi did not believe it. Luck won't let you win battles and finish missions. Skill does. With hard work, intelligence, and skills, one could achieve without relying on any superficial things like luck. It does, however, boost up your confidence, he heard.

Perhaps, that is what that Inuzuka would need.

His daughter stands up and walks towards her desk, where she pulled out a small clear bottle with a wooden cork from one of the shelves. The bottle opens with a loud pop and she places her chosen clover inside carefully before closing it up again tightly. She then grabs a thread, measuring the length and cutting it with her scissor. The rope was wrapped around the neck several times to secure the thread onto the bottle, before making a small loop to connect the two ends of the thread.

She hangs the small charm onto her finger, examining it, and smiled, content with her work. Her eyes shift quickly to the clock above her bed, and she places the charm into the pocket of her jacket.

"I need to go, father. I'll see you later at breakfast!" She bows at him and ran down the stairs. He swears he heard her trip at the last step and just sighs. Her daughter is a capable ninja, but her clumsiness remains otherwise.

Hiashi closes the wooden box containing the clovers and places them back into her cabinet. He had hoped that he placed it where Hinata had found it. Whatever. It was not his responsibility in the first place. If Hinata took a single minute to pack it away, she wouldn't have any problems finding it again the next time she needed it.

He looks around the room after straightening out the sheets of Hinata's bed and sighs. Plans to scold his daughter just got thrown out of the window. He closes his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose, and just gave up.

Just this once, he would let his daughter have her way.


An hour. He was given an hour to prepare. Technically, they gave him 45 minutes as he had to send Hinata home. But, it was more than enough to prepare.

Akamaru wags his tail, playing with a rubber ball as Kiba changed from his casual wear to his usual working clothes. Looking around, he tries finding his forehead protector but to no avail. Looking for its scent did not help. He was used to his own scent that he did not really know how to single it out from many others. His encounter with Sakon and Ukon made him learn that in a hard way.

He lifts his blanket up, looked under his table, inside his clothes cabinet, and under his bed, but his forehead protector just won't show up. He could only scratch his head in frustration. Was he really this careless with his belongings?

Sighing, Kiba decides to pack his other belongings first before dealing with his headgear again. Time is of the essence. He'd rather spend it wisely. He counts his kunai, examining if they are still in top shape, while at the same time checking the other contents of the pouch, before tying the pouch on his waist.

His eyes look at the clock on his table. 25 minutes left. Still had the time to grab something to eat before going out.

"Come on, Akamaru," he tells his partner. Akamaru gave him a loud bark and stood up, only to reveal his forehead protector that was under him all this time.

Kiba casts an unamused glance at Akamaru who tried to act innocent. Ninkens should never be underestimated. Ever. They act all innocent and shit, hiding behind their cute appearance, but in reality, they're already scheming many different ways to screw with your head. Eventually, they're going to dominate the world with the humans groveling under their feet.

"Very funny," he said as he tied the protector on his head. Akamaru just barks, wagging his tail swiftly. Kiba could only just sigh in defeat. He really couldn't stay mad at his partner.

He opens the door of his room and heads towards the kitchen, grabbing a loaf of bread. His sister, Hana, usually made breakfast but, he guessed she stayed at her clinic today. Must have been a lot of work to do. He truly respected what his sister does. Kiba might like animals, but he did not have the patience to study intricately about them.

The sounds of the pellets hitting Akamaru's bowl surrounded the house. He sat on one of the chairs, the bread hanging off his mouth while staring at the ceiling. His body felt slightly heavy, and his eyes could fall asleep any second, but, for today, it was worth it.

Seeing Hinata enjoying the scenery like that, with her big eyes and wide smile, it was definitely worth it.

"I told you not to put your feet on the table."

His mother's voice snaps him out of his sleepy state and he quickly put his feet on the floor, where it should be. Kiba's back straightens, his quick reflexes catching the loaf that fell out of his mouth due to the surprise.

Tsume's sandals and pants were coated in specs of gravel, while her hair was tangled on the ends, making it look even messier than normal. Her trusty partner, Kuromaru, shook his body to remove any dust that were on his fur. Akamaru greets the larger dog, and the two went off to their front yard where they usually hanged around.

"What's with that getup? Are you going somewhere?" she asked, removing her flak jacket and throwing it on the sofa, and headed to the sink to wash her hands.

He nods, grabbing another loaf. "A mission," he tells her. "Anbu decided to bring me along."

Tsume pauses, letting the water run down her hands. "Well? Don't make them wait for you."

"I was about to head out, actually."

"Really."

"…Really."

He fills up a glass of water and takes a gulp, before washing it quickly in the sink. With one last check of his belongings, he started wearing his sandal, at the same time thanking the gods above that he did not have to deal with his mother. Tsume was hard to talk to whenever she comes home after a mission. With stress and fatigue combined, she was more irritable than usual. It was like walking on eggshells. Though Kiba sympathized with her, he just could not handle all the screaming he gets from her.

"Kiba."

"Huh?" he turns towards her.

"Be careful."

His eyes slightly widened at her words. Tsume usually told him to not be an idiot during missions and all sorts of insulting things she could say to her son. An Inuzuka's form of encouragement, they tell him. Kiba knew that his mother loved him because if she didn't, she would not have stuck with him for this long, but there have been several doubts.

Inuzukas are affectionate and emotional. Yeah, right. Tell that to his mother who could only laugh at his idiocy and scold him for minimal mistakes. Just simply oversleeping for breakfast made his mom flip the table in rage, wasting food and her hard work in the process. Good intentions, he knew that, but still rather harsh in his eyes.

This is probably the first time Tsume had said anything remotely close to worry over her son. It was always the others. Don't make any mistake. Make sure you use that brains of yours. Don't fail them. Don't let them down. It was all the same.

He didn't know what made his mother change in her tone suddenly, but he nevertheless appreciated her concern.

"I will."

He gives her a smile, and heads out the door, feeling a little bit happier.


Standing near the village gates, she sees them. Four people and one dog, standing as they talked. A fox mask, bird mask, and the bear mask. Within them, she sees the person she went here to see for.

"Kiba!"

He instantly recognizes her voice and he turns his head towards her, surprised at her sudden appearance. She took a deep breath in and out, trying to regain her composure. Her jacket cling onto her skin due to sweat and her hair was all over the place, but really, did it matter now? It's not like Kiba had seen her in her messiest state. That's what you get for being in a team.

She sees the Anbu nod at Kiba, one of them even waving him to go towards her. Without wasting any second, he runs towards her.

"What is it?" he asks, standing just a little bit too close to her.

"Ah," Hiinata felt herself blush from the sudden closeness. "I… I, uhm," she closes her eyes tight and slaps both sides of her cheeks with her hands, trying to snap herself. Kiba could only blink in confusion. "I just wanted to give you this," she says, grabbing his hand and placing the charm onto it.

He lifts the charm up to his eye-level. "Is this... a four-leaf clover?"

"It's for luck."

He smiles, the charm dangling on his finger by the thread. "Thanks, Hinata," he tells her, wrapping the thread onto his pouch like a strap and placing the bottle inside of it.

"Ah."

"Hm?"

"Take care," she says, twirling her hair around her finger. It really is different now. She didn't really have a hard time saying things to him before. Now, every little thing she does feels intimate. Another context. Not that it's bad. She just was not used to it yet.

"Don't worry. I will," he laughs, about to touch her hand only to pull back when he remembered that there are people watching him just a few meters away. Guess he's also not used to it as well. At least she was not alone in her sentiments.

They bid each other goodbye and he goes back to his group. As they walked towards the gates, Kiba gives her one last look and waves at her. She waves back, a smile on her face, before watching them disappear in the forest.

Hinata puts a stray hair behind her ear as the wind blew against her. When was the last time she had been so scared for him? She had never really thought about much of it when they were simply just teammates. The possibility of never coming back. They just took everything for granted.

She clasps her hands together and shuts her eyes tight.

Just this once. Please, protect him.


"Hina! Hina! Look!"

Mirai waddles to Hinata and shoves in her face a folded red origami. It was color red, her favorite color, like her mother. Hinata looks at Mirai then back to the paper, trying to grasp whatever the child had made. Was it a crane? No, it didn't have a bird-like head. It didn't look like a frog either. It just looked like a scrunch of paper folded into many ways.

"That's great, Mirai," she said, taking the paper from Mirai's hands. "W-what is it…?"

"Flower!" The child points at the red poppy that sat on the table.

Kurenai just laughs at Hinata's confusion, refilling another glass of wine. She really loved liquor, did she? In fact, Kurenai loved it so much that she sometimes showed up drunk at their training. Those were the times where the three of them knew that they were going to get screwed that day. Her genjutsu spells were so nauseating that it was preferable to train with Guy rather than experiencing the horror again.

"Where's Akakiba, Kibamaru, and Shino?"

Hinata chuckled to herself. Mirai could never get Kiba and Akamaru's name right, despite the person himself correcting her many times. The child just simply refuses to change the names she had decided to call them. Shino should be glad. He was the only one Mirai could call correctly. Knowing Shino however, he'll turn this into one of his grudges probably. He'll complain why Mirai did not have a cute nickname for him.

"Kiba and Akamaru are in a mission, Mirai." Hinata thinks for a while. "I think Shino is doing something with his father." She really should visit Shino sooner or later. They hadn't seen each other in a while. Maybe she'll bring some of those melons that he liked as a gift.

Mirai nods and runs off to one of the rooms in the house. They hear the loud sound of toys being scattered on the floor and Mirai's giggling. Hinata could only wonder the mess Kurenai must clean up every single day. It made Hinata wonder if her mother had a similar trouble with her.

"So, you and Kiba, huh?" Kurenai gives her a sneaky smile. She stood up, heading towards the refrigerator and pouring a drink for Hinata. "I had a hunch, but I didn't really think that it would happen."

"A hunch?"

Kurenai nods in confirmation. "He approached me once to talk about it. He didn't give a name but, by the description, I thought it was about you." She places the glass in front of Hinata, who thanked her. "Have you two kissed already?"

"What?" Hinata jumped at the sudden question. She bit her lip, unable to look Kurenai's eyes, choosing to look at one of Mirai's drawings on the wall. Swaying left and right, gripping her hair tight, she then nods, her face completely red.

Her teacher laughs in amusement. "Must have been nice."

Hinata looks down, hiding her face with her hair. "It was," she whispered.

Kurenai sits back down at the chair, bringing the wine glass to her lips to take a sip. Her eyes shift to the red poppy on the table.

"Hinata."

"Yes?"

"Treasure every moment with him. Don't waste any second. If you have something to tell him, tell him immediately. If you want to do something together, don't think twice and just do it."

Hinata straightened her back as she listened to Kurenai. She knew where her teacher was coming from. There's no doubt about it.

Kurenai notices Hinata's worried look and she smiles. "Don't be like me." She sets the glass onto the table. "I have many regrets. I was not able to tell Asuma a lot of things. There were still so many things I wanted to do with him. I thought that we would last longer. I forgot that we were ninjas."

Kiba's face flashes in her mind, smiling as he reassures her that he'll do fine.

Kurenai reaches out to hold Hinata's knees. "Take care of him. You know Kiba. He's strong, but impulsive. Lacking in the brains, but his heart never lies." Kurenai laughs, recalling when they were young and still naïve about the world. "Watch over each other, alright? You two are strong. But stronger when you're together."

Hinata nods at Kurenai, who smiled wholeheartedly.


Three days have passed since her visit to her teacher. Six days have passed since that day they went to see the sunrise together. Though Hinata knew how travel takes so long between villages, she still could not help but worry over Kiba.

Hinata yawns as she walks towards her home. She even decided to take a mission from the Hokage just to pass some time, but still, he wasn't back yet. What was taking them so long?

It really is different now, is it? Back then, she didn't really think of him that much whenever he goes off to a mission without his teammates. He goes, Shino and Hinata do their own thing, he comes back, everything's back to normal. Rinse and repeat. Now, she just wants him back immediately. She wants to see him. Talk to him. Touch him.

She really missed him. A lot.

"Hinata."

Her whole body turns towards the voice, only to see nothing beyond the dark-lit street. HInata laughed weakly. She swore that she heard someone call her name. She swore that she heard him call her name. Maybe she was just having delusions.

She turns back to her original position, only to be face-to-face to his chest.

"Hey. Long time no see," Kiba says with a toothy smile.

His hair was coated in small specks of dust, his forehead protector removed and was in his hands instead, making some of his fringe go over his eyes. His clothing had some splatters of mud here and there, especially on the hem of his pants and his sandals.

On his right cheek was a small cut. He probably got it from either the branches whenever he jumped from trees to trees, or a weapon like a kunai.

But it was only that. He is intact. He is safe. He is home.

She smiles at him.

"Welcome back, Kiba."


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