Title: Sow and Reap

Author: Serena J

Rating: R for use of the f-word and some sexual content

Genre(s): Romance, Angst

Pairing(s): Primary Seto/Joey/Atemu

Spoilers: none

Beta: Mishiko

Disclaimer: Just the words, not the folks.

Summary: When Seto takes an impromptu vacation, he turns everyone's life upside down.

Chapter 29: The End of the Beginning

Chapter 29

The ceremony was ordinary. The Headmaster spoke, the Minister of Education for the Prefecture spoke. The choir sang.

I was informed that my remarks should end with an introduction of the Salutatorian – Takahashi. The Valedictorian was a boy I hadn't met. I was not the best or the brightest. In fact, to judge by my GPA, I was just barely above average. I was pleasantly surprised to realize that I didn't care. I was pleased for Takahashi, but I felt no jealousy whatsoever.

When the time came for me to speak, I adjusted the mic and looked out at the sea of classmates and parents.

"Good afternoon," I croaked. I cleared my throat and heard someone snicker. I tried again. "Good afternoon." It was just as bad. The snicker spread. I was about to get angry. I opened my mouth and coughed.

Somewhere in the crowd – I suspect around the 'h' section – full-blown laughter started. I really wanted to get mad.

Instead, I found myself laughing as well.

The Headmaster handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright, son?"

"Yes, sir," I managed. "Fine. Thank you."

"You didn't sound that bad this morning."

"No sir," I had to chuckle. "I didn't." I moved back to the mic. "That concludes the dignified portion of the afternoon."

"Come back!" Several people yelled. "Kaiba!" Others replied. I realized that the Cheering Squad was starting the chant and it went for several embarrassing moments before I thought of a way to end it.

I did a backflip.

It was risky in the cap and gown – the cap went flying – because if I landed on the gown, I could easily actually break my neck. But I managed to land with my feet on the bare floor and learned the error of doing flips in Italian shoes. Plus I knew my neck was going to start aching from the sudden move. The stunt, however, won me a standing ovation.

I let them cheer for a bit. They weren't merely cheering me; they were cheering for all of us.

Then I waved them down. "As you can hear," I whispered to reduce to 'frog' effects, "I'm not the talkative type." I let the laughter subside. "So in brief, our Headmaster asked me to tell you what I learned here. I will tell you honestly, academically, I cannot imagine a less challenging program for myself – with the notable exception of Calculus V which is a new low in student abuse."

"Seriously!" Takahashi agreed behind me.

"But what I learned this year has nothing to do with academics and everything to do with people. I learned that I actually like some of them. I learned that some people will assist you even when you don't deserve to be helped. I learned that some people are not flawless but still should be held in the highest esteem. I learned – on multiple occasions, in fact – that I am not flawless."

I had to pause to cough and sip some water. "I know we should not single out people but it is rare that I get an opportunity to thank people so publicly." I named a few names. "There are two others who have been like a Father and an elder brother to me. My father –" I stopped; there was nothing my classmates needed to know about him. "Your pardon." I took a breath. "I would like to thank our Headmaster and Honda Hiroto. Because, of all the things I have learned in the last year, perhaps the most important thing was from them: Appreciate those people who *choose* to be in your life. Gentlemen, I truly would not be here without you. Thank you."

There was a round of applause, which allowed me to cough again. "I was asked to introduce our Salutatorian, but I'm losing my voice quickly. So I can't tell you all the things I'd like to about the young man who got me my first real job." I turned and looked at him. "Remind me to tell you a funny story about that later." I turned back to the audience. "Suffice to say, that even I consider him one of the smart ones. Please welcome Takahashi Rekou."

I stepped aside and we bowed as he approached the mic.

"I can't top a backflip," he started with. The audience laughed and applauded as I took my seat again.

I was exhausted from just the strain on my neck and throat. I should have worn the neck brace. And, unfortunately, I'd left the pain medication in the car. But I struggled to pay attention to the rest of the ceremony. And when it was time, I took my place in line and was handed the only official documentation of my educational career.

After, there was a great deal of handshaking and hugging and congratulating. I suffered it all by simply smiling and nodding.

I slowly made my way through the crowd until I found Mokuba and the others. Anzu threw her arms around me and wept.

"Anzu?" I heard a voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Honda looking stricken.

He didn't know she was dating Gozaburo, I realized. And he was not going to find out today.

Rather roughly, I pulled her away from myself and handed her off to Nakamura. "I think she's had enough," I whispered. "Take her back now and see that she gets some rest."

Nakamura's eyes swept past me and then back again. "Yes, sir," he said and actually picked her up to carry her off.

"Hey wait! Seto, what the hell?" Honda tried to push past me, but I held him. "Anzu!"

"Honda, listen. Please." I tried to talk over him, but I just didn't have the voice left.

It took him a minute before he stopped struggling and faced me. "What the fuck was that?"

"She saw Gozaburo fall," I whispered.

"So?"

"Honda, she watched him falling to his death."

He paused as it sunk in. "You mean the whole – the actual fall-ing?" I nodded. "Oh hell."

"I thought she should stay home today, but she wanted to be here."

He nodded. "I should go with her."

I stopped him. "So that she can feel the guilt of hurting you in addition the guilt of watching a man die?"

"I don't care about that now!" He pushed past me, took two steps and stopped. "She's a wreck, isn't she?"

"Completely."

"Damn," he said softly. "I should be there for her."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "The cremation is tomorrow. Be there for that." I could tell him why she was so upset afterwards.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I'll tell Dad to leave without me."

"Actually, I'd like him to attend as well." I couldn't help the slight smile. "There will be free food."

Honda's sense of humor wasn't lost. "Can't miss that, can we?"

"Why are you two so glum?" Mutou threw himself at us. "We're free!" He held his camera up and the flash went off in our faces. "Mai wouldn't let me have a party, but Suzuki-kun's throwing one and Yoshi-kun's throwing one and..."

"Ok, Yugi!" Honda managed to laugh. "We get the point. Come on, Seto. We may as well change clothes."

A day of parties the night before Gozaburo's cremation and the press in attendance. I shook my head. "I can't," I whispered.

"Oh come on, Kaiba-kun!" Mutou pulled my arm. "This could be the last time anyone sees you!"

"Kaiba-san!" Ryou called me formally, but with a warm smile. "There you are. The press would like a statement."

I cleared my throat. "I suppose 'fuck off' is out of the question?"

"It would certainly be honest. But they'd like a photo op with you, and a few of your friends and apparently word has gotten out about Kawai-san being your legal guardian."

I sighed. "I left my throat medications in the car. Find me a cough drop and several dozen aspirin."

"Right away. We have the press corralled by the front stairs when you're ready." He moved off through the crowd.

"Should you be speaking to anyone like that?" Mutou asked. "You sound awful." He chuckled, "not as funny as your speech but still..."

"Good afternoon," Honda croaked.

"Funny," I managed. "Find me a notepad."

Mutou found one and I wrote as we walked. It was a slow meander to the front of the building. Along the way, I invited friends to join us. If the press wanted a show, I'd give them a performance.

Security – headed, I noticed, by Tamura – had roped off an area and allowed press that had not attended the ceremony to join those that had. I saw quite a few foreigners in the crowd and recognized the logos of networks from half a dozen countries.

"Hey, Kaiba-kun," Takahashi looked at the cameras warily, "are you sure you want everyone here?"

"Definitely," I whispered. "Just don't swear."

I pulled Mutou in front of the mic and handed him the first page on my notebook.

"Introduce yourself," he said. There was a bit of laughter from all around. "Oh! Duh! Hi, I'm Mutou Yugi." I gestured for him to add more. "Uh, I'm a grand champion duelist and me and Kaiba-kun have been friends for a while now. Oh yeah, that pretty girl over there is my wife, Mutou Mai and she's a champion duelist too. We're the Pegasus Pair and –"

I put my hand over the mic and pointed to the page. Honda laughed. "Hey, Yugi, don't advertise the competition!"

"Oh right, sorry Kaiba-kun! Ok. My friend Kaiba Seto has asked me to field questions because he sounds like a frog right now." He laughed. "Actually, it's the first time since I've met him he doesn't have an answer for everything."

My classmates laughed heartily and I mounted a half-hearted protest, but gave up and pointed to the sheet. In truth, that was exactly what I wanted. Mutou quickly got the hang of balancing reporters and my friends lobed answers back faster than I could have dictated. Most of the questions did pertain to school and related issues – which told me that Ryou must have given them some serious threats against other lines of questioning.

But eventually someone had to risk it. "So, Mutou-san, do you and the others believe that Kaiba had anything to do with his father's death?"

"No way!" Mutou and several others yelled out.

Honda took the mic. "Look, you people don't understand anything. Kaiba-kun –" he paused and looked at me. Then he looked back at the press. "You people think that because he's spent half his life in front of KaibaCorp, you know him. Well, you don't. Seto can be mean, nasty and downright cruel, but I've never even heard of him laying a finger on anyone." There were agreements all around. "Kaiba Seto is my friend," e stated, "and I don't believe for one minute that he did anything to his father. And before you ask, no, I don't think Kaiba Mokuba did either."

"And on that note," Ryou took the mic from Honda. "I'm afraid we need to end this press conference. These young men have other obligations and it was generous of them to stay this long."

"How about a backflip for those of us that couldn't see the first one?" Someone yelled out. Several other press core people seconded the call.

Ryou looked at me. I suppressed a smile and looked at the members of the Cheering Squad that had joined me. They gathered around me and, after a brief discussion, we took off the caps and gowns – and my shoes – and did one of our shorter cheers. I did do a pair of backflips and a cartwheel, but the most flamboyant move belonged to another boy. I wanted to show that I was part of the team, not the star.

The press bought the whole scene completely. It was, after all, the truth.

My classmates and I left the makeshift stage and headed back to where our families were waiting.

"You know Seto," Honda shook his head, "between them and the sharks, I'd rather deal with the sharks."

"You do have a point there," I agreed. I felt a vibration in my pocket and pulled out my phone. ''Kaiba."

"Where are you?" Noah asked. I told him. "Do you know where Mokuba is?"

"No. Why?"

"That son of bitch Mori got a warrant to search Kaiba Manor – today – and a subpoena to pick up the two of you and Kawai-san for questioning."

Impressive. Mori had to have rank and connections to pull that off.

"Seto?"

"I'm here. Where are the police now?"

"Here at the damn school! They've got Kawai and Yamada here in the parking lot," he scoffed. "They don't want to separate you from your legal guardian so they put her in cuffs and are waiting until they find you."

Cold rage rushed through me. "I'm on my way," I growled. "And when this is over, Noah, I want Mori. He goes down regardless of what else happens."

"Agreed. I'm heading back to the house now." My cousin hung up.

"Honda, Mutou," I snapped, "now." I started back to the parking lot at just shy of a run.

"What's wrong? Why are we running?" Mutou double stepped to keep up.

"In an effort to get to me, the police are threatening to arrest Kawai-san."

"The hell they are!" Mutou exclaimed. Honda and I both managed to spare him a surprised look. I don't think I'd ever heard the good-natured boy swear.

We got back to the parking lot in good time. There were several police cars parked next to several KaibaCorp limos. Yamada stood next to one of the police vehicles, leaning into the window. I could see Kawai seated in the back. The rest of our families were nearby, forming a kind of stand off with the authorities.

There were several local police talking to Suzuki. Mori was standing near them, no doubt taking in every detail. Presumably Yoshida was serving the warrant at the house.

I marched directly to Mori. "Under what grounds is Kawai-san being arrested?" I demanded as loudly as I could.

"Kaiba-san!" Suzuki pulled away from the officers he was speaking to and tried to get my attention. "Please forgive the intrusion, but we need to speak with you about your father's death."

"Under what grounds is Kawai-san being arrested?" I asked Mori again. My voice was already fading.

"Kaiba-san, please." Suzuki tried again. "If we could speak with you for just a few minutes, I'm sure –"

I ignored him and continued to address Mori. "Under what grounds is Kawai-san being arrested?" I had to whisper.

Mori's eyes shifted to someone past my shoulder. He tilted his head slightly then looked at me again. "Your guardian was being held under suspicion of aiding and abetting a person of interest during an investigation," he said calmly.

"I trust that question has now been resolved."

"Two counts of aiding and abetting."

Without taking my eyes off Mori, I pulled my cell phone and called Mokuba.

"Hey big bro!" he answered. "What's up?"

"I need you to return to the car now." I had to pause and cough. "The police apparently decided that our family occasion is an appropriate time to resume their questioning."

"Fuckers!"

"I agree entirely. How soon can you be here?"

"Uh..." He hesitated and I could hear rustling around him. "Like ten minutes?"

I made a mental note to ask him later what he was doing. "Thank you." I hung up. "He's on his way. I would expect him in the next fifteen minutes."

"Did you really have to put her in cuffs?" Honda asked angrily. I hadn't realized that he had followed me.

Mori's eyes flicked away from me as he looked from over my shoulder to Honda.

"Excuse me, young man," Suzuki said. "What is your name?"

"Honda Hiroto."

"Thank you, Honda-san. If you could step over here for just a moment, I have a few questions for you."

"What?"

I could not stop myself from narrowing my eyes as I stared at Mori. Honda allowed himself to be lead away and I swore silently that Mori would rot in hell when this was over.

We stood there staring at each other, waiting for Mokuba. I heard another vehicle pull up but I didn't look over. I racked my abused memory trying to determine if I knew this man or if I had heard his name before. Was he a friend of Gozaburo's? An enemy?

It didn't really matter; I had every intention that he would be nothing when this was over.

"Please forgive my delay," Mokuba said very formally as he stepped beside me. "I was on the other side of the campus."

I gave Mori an arched look. He responded by giving me a very slight nod. Then he gestured to my left. I looked over to see that a police van had arrived. I glanced the other way and saw Kawai standing, rubbing her unbound wrists.

"A moment," I told Mori. I turned and strode to the families. Honda was with them by then and looked furious. Everyone else looked worried. "I am afraid that you all will have to go to the parties without me. This may take some time."

"Do you want us to go with you?" Mutou-sama asked.

"Quite unnecessary," I answered. I realized that neither Mutou nor Pharaoh were with the group. Then I saw them several feet away. They appeared to be arguing; my classmate had a firm grip on Pharaoh's wrists. I decided to investigate that later as well. "I will call when this farce has ended for the day. Please do not worry."

"Stupidest words ever spoken," Mai remarked.

"Agreed," Ryou added.

I smiled slightly. "Thank you."

Yamada joined us. "Your pardon, Kaiba-sama, but I'm afraid they are getting a little impatient."

"Jackals," I muttered. "I will call," I repeated.

Yamada, Kawai, Mokuba and I got into the police van. We were not handcuffed, but two officers were in the van with us in addition to the driver.

"You know the funny part?" Mokuba asked me in French.

"Please enlighten me," I replied in kind.

"They're all carrying KC357s."

"Undoubtedly never fired."

We both laughed. The officers gave us very sour looks.

"You realize of course that they are no doubt listening to every word we're saying," I told him.

"You think either of these morons understands French?" My brother laughed.

"Doubtful," I agreed. "But they could be recording this and have it translated later."

"So I shouldn't say that they're assholes?"

"Certainly not. That would be rude." We looked at the officers again – who looked even sourer – and laughed again.

"No talking!" One of the officers finally snapped at us.

"Not even a little?" Mokuba asked in Japanese.

Yamada snickered, but Kawai tsked. "Boys. Behave."

"Of course," I said, nodding to her and reverting to my native tongue. "We shall all sit here in contemplative silence pondering the seriousness of the charges before us." I thought for a moment. "They are absurd."

"Ridiculous and stupid?" Mokuba offered.

"Ludicrous, perhaps?"

"Nah; that would insult the rapper."

"Ah, yes."

"Don't make me separate you two," Kawai warned but I could hear the humor in her voice.

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He slumped back in his seat. After a few minutes, he gestured to one of the officers. "Hey, dude. Is that the 357 standard or a kg?"

The officer in question hesitated then shrugged. "Actually, it's a modified ks."

"No way!" Mokuba sat up. "What'd you have done?"

I spoke up. "He had the barrel shortened and the weight adjusted to compensate for a tendency to pull to the left as I recall." Everyone looked at me. "I'm not a mind-reader, but I do recognize my own kanji on the grip."

The officer's jaw dropped. "You personally modified my firearm?"

"Of course." I shrugged.

"I thought someone else did the work and you approved it."

It was a common and annoying misconception. "I will admit that I have a pair of craftsmen who do much of the initial metal casting and woodworking. But I do all the engineering and mechanical work and I test fire the finished product. There's a number next to the kanji; what is it?"

"36," he answered quickly. "Does that mean something?"

"It's the 36th firearm I modified. How is it?"

"Much better," he smiled. "It still pulls a little, but it is much better than it was."

I frowned. "It shouldn't pull at all. For a start, you should wear it on the other side. You'll have an easier draw."

"Oh no. I'm left handed."

"You're…." I glanced at Mokuba. My brother rolled his eyes and we both sighed.

"Do you have something to write on?" Mokuba asked.

"Why?" The officer looked suspicious.

"So I can give you a return code so you can send it back and Seto can fix the sight for a left-handed shooter." The man pulled out his cell phone and keyed in the number given.

The ride wasn't too much longer. We arrived at a local police station and they escorted us to separate rooms. I told Yamada to stay with Mokuba and took Kawai with me.

They made us sit for half an hour. During that time, Kawai and I didn't speak much. I knew I should be thinking about what I was going to say to the police, but all I really was thinking about was what I should say to the woman whose son broke my heart.

Yet, when I opened my mouth to speak, I surprised myself. "Do you sing?"

"Me? No. Not really." She blushed faintly. "I mean, not where anyone could hear me."

"I remember hearing you sing; something about rivers, trees and children."

"Oh!" She laughed softly. "That's a lullaby I used to sing when Sera and Joey were little. I used to sing it when Sera was in the hospital. I guess I must have sung it to you, too."

"Last week, when I was in the hospital because of my throat, as I was falling asleep I remembered hearing it. It was very soothing. Thank you."

She smiled. "Your sleep was always so fitful. I just hope it helped."

The door opened and Suzuki entered. "Please forgive the delay. Thank you for your patience. Let us begin, shall we?" He sat down and went over the basic information such as our names, our relationship to each other, how we met, and other pointless trivia.

Then he began to ask about the board meeting – what was said, what was done, who was where and when. Periodically, Kawai would make us stop to rest my voice. She insisted that a pot of tea and some honey – not sugar, but specifically honey – be brought in and made me drink some at each break.

"Kawai-san, perhaps I should ask you some questions. You say that you meet Kaiba-san when he was dating your son?"

"Yes."

"But they are no longer dating."

"No they're not."

"So why continue this? Isn't your son off-put by the attention you show his ex-boyfriend?"

"Well, first of all, Joey is my son not my keeper so if I see a homeless waif in need of assistance," she smiled at me, "I'm going to do what I can to assist him. Second, I actually like Seto. It's very clear that despite the money he may have, he wasn't raised with much love. Children need that." She was close enough to stroke my cheek. "I want him to know that it's never too late for that."

"So you have agreed to place yourself in the middle of a murder investigation out of charity."

She looked at him for a moment. "I have agreed to place myself in the middle of a murder investigation because my foster-son needs me. If my Joey were in that chair, I'd be here. And if it was Hiroto or Yugi and one of their fathers could not be here, I'd be here. I would do this for any of the boys."

"I see." He took a few notes. "Kaiba-san, would you agree that you were raised without love?"

I could not resist the derisive laugh. "Did you ever meet Kaiba Gozaburo? Were it not for his devotion to my brother, I would not have thought the man capable of love."

"So you don't believe your father loved you?"

I pulled my collar down to reveal clearly the black and blue bruises. "My 'father's' last act was to squeeze my throat so hard that I actually lost long-term memory. There is no 'belief' involved; I know Gozaburo did not love me. I was a means to an end."

"What end?"

"The continuation of KaibaCorp, of course. He had no biological children – no woman was insane enough to tolerate him long enough for that. He adopted me because I was daring enough to challenge him and that gave him some hope that he might find someone who was almost as big a bastard as himself."

"So why did he adopt your brother?"

"Because it was the only way to get me and hell will reign on Earth before I let anything happen to Mokuba."

Suzuki stopped taking notes and looked at me. He leaned back and I finally saw the intellect that he'd been trying to hide behind the obsequious exterior. "That's quite a statement. Let's say – suppose – we were able to prove that your brother was responsible for your father's death."

I felt the urge to show him what I thought of that idea, but refrained from moving.

"Just suppose. Would you be willing to cut a deal on his behalf, do prison time for him? Let him walk away from the crime and take his sentence?"

"Of course."

"Now just a damn minute!" Kawai exploded. "He would do no such thing! And how dare you try to manipulate this – this child! He's only eighteen! He just graduated high school today! He couldn't possibly make such a decision now."

"Kawai-san, please calm yourself." Suzuki tried to placate her. "I was only trying to find an extreme example of how –"

"You were trying to manipulate this poor boy into accepting the blame for a sadistic man's suicide!" She snapped. I smiled to myself; I did not know I had a lioness beside me. "If you want to ask any further questions about the day Kaiba-san died, fine, but if you have any more under-handed, misguided, dishonorable bullshit, then this conversation is over until Yamada-san is available." She glared at him, daring him to say another word.

Suzuki thought for a moment, cleared throat and picked up his pen. "So, Kaiba-san. Can you think of any reason your father would have wanted to commit suicide?"

"No." I coughed slightly. "Mother, I don't think I can speak anymore today."

Kawai looked at Suzuki. "We're done."

Suzuki nodded, closed his notes and stood up. "Give me just a moment." He left the room.

"Was that for him or is your throat really sore?" she asked gently.

"A little of both."

"You poor thing." She stroked my hair. "I think I have some cough drops in my bag. Let me see." She found some and then banged on the door until she got someone to refill my tea.

We sat for a few minutes, silently and I revised my opinion. If this is what a mother is, then everyone definitely needs one.

"Seto, may I ask you something?" she said quietly. It was a vast departure from her tone with Suzuki.

"Of course, anything."

"Is Joey ok?"

The question made me shiver, but I tried not to show it. "How so?"

"I know he's working for KaibaCorp now, but he sounds, I don't know, different. He wouldn't tell me what he's doing, only that it can be stressful. I guess I just want to know he's not doing anything dangerous."

I put my tea down. "I don't know what Joey is doing, specifically, but I will find out – and if it's dangerous, I'll fire him."

She laughed lightly. "Oh you don't have to do that. I'm being paranoid, I'm sure. I just worry when he's so far away." She smiled sadly. "I know it's really none of my business, but I'm sorry you two didn't last. I was looking forward to my sons taking me to fancy parties."

"I promise I'll take you to one, Mother," I whispered with a smile.

She looked surprised. "You don't have to call me that; I know you and Yamada have these things worked out."

"If you feel it is inappropriate, I won't," I acknowledged. "But I'd like to."

"I'd like that." She smiled.

We waited. Eventually Suzuki returned. "Thank you." He bowed. "That is sufficient for today. Please allow me to escort you out." He led us back to the main entrance where Mokuba and Yamada were waiting – my brother looked angrier than I'd ever seen him. We didn't talk until we all were in the elevator.

"How did it go?" I asked him.

"Total assheads!" Mokuba exploded.

"They were most insistent on their view of the circumstances," Yamada said simply.

"If we must make a choice, Mokuba walks," I stated flatly. "I will bear any repercussions."

"Oh stop being..." Kawai started but Yamada spoke over her.

"Very well, Kaiba-sama." The elevator doors opened and a crowd of press surged forward. Yamada stepped quickly in front of us. "We will make a statement and that is all. We will be taking no questions." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. He cleared his throat. "Tokyo authorities interrupted the Kaiba Family at a high school graduation ceremony today and brought two minors in for questioning. They were both released into their guardian's custody and there has been no discussion of charges being pressed or any further investigation into this matter."

I glanced away from the press to Yamada to see how long a statement he was planning to make and realized that the page he was reading from was a shopping list. I missed part of what he was saying trying not to laugh and managed to convert the urge into a cough.

"Akihito-san, please." Kawai stepped forward, cutting Yamada off in mid-sentence. "Seto is exhausted. I just want to take him home. Can we have a press conference or something next week?"

He refolded the paper and returned it to his pocket. "Of course." He looked at the press. "As you know, Kaiba-san is unwell. We will therefore continue this another time." Yamada began pushing forward and Mokuba followed.

Kawai took my arm. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you home." I opened my mouth but she stopped me. "Don't. You've been talking all day. Your throat's probably raw and I know you haven't taken any of your prescriptions."

The press yelled out questions, but we ignored them.

Outside, Mutou and Honda were leaning against my white limo chatting with Nakamura. I couldn't think of a better exit.