Ch. 24: The Jyuubi Awakens

"Oh right, I forgot. Rin took the other eye."

We all turned to Kakashi with varying expressions of disbelief.

I said, "That doesn't fit with anything else you've told us."

Kakashi adjusted his headband, eye narrowing. "That's probably why I didn't mention it."

Sakura hissed, "Sensei, what did you do?"

"That's a good question." Kakashi looked at his former teammate.

Rin's brown hair was cropped close to her head. Her Sharingan stood out like blood on snow, and purple rectangles decorated her cheeks. She held her orange mask in her left hand, tracing the eye hole with her right pointer finger. "We both knew Obito's eyes would be of more use to the team without him attached."

Kakashi hummed. "That's terrible."

Her mismatched eyes met Kakashi's uncovered one. "I'm quoting you."

"To be fair, I was going through a phase," Kakashi said.

Sasori added, "I went through a similar phase."

"Me too, yeah."

"How did nobody here know that our team retard was secretly some creepy chick?" Hidan said.

"I knew," Kakuzu said.

"Shut the fuck up, Kakuzu"—Hidan turned to Rin—"Why would you pretend to be that moron?"

"It's a lot easier to hide without a face or a voice," Rin said. "Besides, most missing nin have a soft spot for children because of our own stunted childhoods."

Sasori said, "I grieve for the innocence I once had."

Rin held her mask up to her face and her voice grew high pitched. "Exactly! Who would ever hurt Tobi? Tobi only wants everyone to have fun."

"What's your real name, yeah?" Deidara said.

Naruto waved his arm. "Also include your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and dream for the future."

This was clearly a calculated ploy that would provide us with valuable intelligence.

Rin lowered the mask, pressing it against her chest. "Okay, fine. My name is Rin Nohara. I like healing people, children, and killing. I dislike my old village, Konoha. My hobby is running the Akatsuki. My dream for the future is the complete destruction of the system that created people like us."

"You fiend," Sakura said.

Rin laughed madly. "Officially, though, I am no one. Isn't that right, Jiraiya-sama?"

Jiraiya scowled deeply, a symptom of spending too much time traveling and seeing the horrors of the other shinobi countries. "We thought you were dead."

Rin tapped her cheek. "Sharingan."

"There was a body."

A spark of green chakra shone at her fingertips. "Medical ninja."

Rin's expression fell, but her tone held a note of glee. "It was hard finding someone my size. Poor kid probably never got a real burial. I think she was in Anbu."

The lines in Jiraiya's forehead deepened. "Minato grieved for you. I never understood why. You two were monsters."

Rin lurched forward, her Sharingan tomoes spinning. "We were what you made us: loyal to the village, dedicated to the mission, emotionless but with that little smile. It's been years since I've felt truly happy, but I'm still smiling. Always smiling, smiling. When Obito smiled at you it was real. Because Obito wasn't a good little Konoha ninja, but Obito was a GOOD BOY."

Jiraiya's voice was flat. "You cut out his eyes and left him for dead."

"I put him under first. He didn't suffer. Besides, you have no room to talk. You know what Konoha was like back then. You left, too." Rin's Sharingan flickered off.

"Woah. Wait"—Kakashi stepped towards her—"How did you do that?"

Rin's eyes, both brown but slightly different shades, widened slightly. "Do what?"

"Turn the Sharingan off and back on again. This has been bothering me for years." Kakashi adjusted his headband.

"You just…" Rin shook her head, her smile grim, and walked away from him, towards the staircase. "It's so easy to forget, when I look at you, that he isn't in there anymore."

Kakashi had returned to his book, offering an absentminded, "Who?"

Rin sat on the bottom step of the grand staircase, watching Kakashi with dark eyes. "There's no substance to you, nothing underneath. T&I erased all of it. You just stand there, hiding behind that smutty little romance novel, when I know for a fact you can't read."

"I can read," Kakashi said.

"Really?"—Rin cocked her head—"Then why is Ka-ka-shi's book upside-down?"

Kakashi casually flipped the book.

Rin smirked. "I was lying. It was right the first time."

Kakashi flipped it again.

"I was lying the second time."

Flip.

Rin tapped her forehead thoughtfully. "Or maybe it was the other way around."

Flip.

Her voice was threaded with laughter. "Why are you still listening to me?"

Kakashi kept flipping the book until he eventually realized that he could orient himself by the picture on the front cover.

It occurred to me that Kakashi was the consequence of committing treason. That struck me as disappointingly mundane when compared to some of my wilder theories.

"You're an insult to both their memories…" Rin stood, and a chakra blade hardened over her left hand. "…Why haven't I killed you yet?"

"I still get the heads," Kakuzu said.

"Done." Rin stepped towards us.

The doors burst open, and Kisame barreled in. "Don't freak out, but I might have lost Itachi…Rin?"

Rin awkwardly shoved the hand with a chakra blade behind her body. "Kisame."

"Rin, what are you...?"—Kisame's gaze darted across the room—"Rin, where is your buddy?"

Rin glanced up the stairs. "She was hiding in the green guest room not too long ago."

"Itachi is loose, so everybody needs to be arm in arm with their buddy," Kisame said. "You, too, Deidara."

Deidara shot towards the stairs. A moment later, he shouted, "They're not here, yeah."

Kakashi sidled toward the door, dragging Hinata with him. "We'll just be going."

"This is your fault," Deidara snapped.

Kisame clapped his hands. "Alright. Forget what I said before. If you need to panic, please do so."

Deidara yanked at his hair. Hidan dug his scythe into the floral wallpaper. Rin slid her mask on and slammed her head against the railing. Kakuzu did nothing.

Rin then straightened. "Tobi knows that this looks really, really bad. But Itachi-chan hasn't done anything big yet, which means we have time."

We heard a distant shout, and I immediately knew the voice. "THE JUUBI AWAKENS!"

"Shit," Hidan said.

"Well, I guess we know what happened to Tobi's buddy." Rin threw her mask hard against the ground, her lips curled in a sneer.

"We would be wise to assume that all three demons are loose," Sasori said.

Kisame drew his sword. "Well, this is quite a bit worse than last time. Still, with a positive attitude—"

I raised an eyebrow. "This has happened before."

Kisame lightly trailed the sword across the tile floor, his eyes on the blade as he said, "To be fair, I don't believe he sleeps. You would assume that he would, but I have never seen it."

Sleeping more than strictly necessary means that you'll never be a good ninja. At least, that's what my father always used to say.

Rin strode towards the door, pausing briefly to grab her mask from the floor. "Sasori, get the Hashirama puppet. We'll be fighting Itachi. The rest of you are on demon duty."

Kakashi raised his hand, which was holding a kunai. "That doesn't seem very equal."

Rin glared at him. "I know. I'm jealous."

Naruto POV

Sometimes, Naruto had trouble remembering what it was like to be in only one place at a time. It was probably really frustrating.

Still, he was proud of all the pranks he'd pulled when it was just him. Painting the Hokage Mountain would have been way too easy with 20 or 30 people. Instead, he'd learnedx to be super sneaky.

Naruto was still sneaky, he thought as he snuck behind Tobi.

Itachi stood on top of a shed by an overgrown garden. The Uchiha's ranting got louder as Tobi raced towards him.

Itachi's voice was gravellier than the last time Naruto had heard him. "As the jinchuriki of the jyuubi, I am now as powerful as the Sage of the Six Paths. With that power, my plan to create eternal peace will soon be realized."

Naruto wondered, if Itachi wanted that, why he didn't just move back to Konoha.

Tobi took a deep breath, muttering, "Tobi will regret this."

Tobi straightened his back and deepened his voice. "Itachi Uchiha of the Leaf. I had wondered if you would come."

Itachi crossed his arms, his voice normal but angry. "Of course I came, Madara. I've been fighting you for years."

"Fighting is not the same as sabotaging"—Tobi held out a hand—"but why should we do either? We are family. Both geniuses of the Uchiha Clan."

Itachi leapt down from the shed. "You murdered the Uchiha Clan."

Tobi stepped back, crushing a flower. "I did? I…did! And I would do it again."

Naruto was hiding behind the rose bushes, careful not to touch the thorns. He could henge himself into the flowers or rocks or bushes, but what if the fight moved somewhere else? It would be easier if he was Tobi's mask or something.

Tobi coughed. Maybe the voice hurt his throat, or maybe Madara was supposed to be a smoker. "You understand why I did that."

Itachi was in Tobi's face in a second, his sword meeting Tobi's chakra blades. "I could never understand."

Tobi peered at him through the weapons. "I see. I did it because they turned against me first?"

Itachi snarled, swinging at Tobi. "You're insane."

Tobi ducked, somersaulting away and crashing against the rose bushes. "You attack my character because my argument is flawless."

"…Hn." Itachi threw his sword at Tobi.

Naruto crept a little closer, an idea forming.

Tobi staggered out of the weapon's way and flung his arms towards the sky, which was orange and pink with the sunset. "The moon will rise soon, Itachi. You're running out of time."

This reminded Naruto of the shounen manga he used to read when he was in the Academy, except the plot was a lot more believable because it was based on real events.

Tobi turned and pointed towards Naruto's bush. "But wait, who are you?"

Naruto gave a sheepish grin, ready to stand, when Sasori crouched beside him and said without any enthusiasm, "It is I, Hashirama, the First Hokage. I have awoken from the dead to defeat you, as I swore I would."

Tobi gasped, hands flying to his mask. "Just as the prophecy foretold."

A man-sized, wooden puppet glided past the rose bushes and toward the two fighting ninja. He looked a lot like the face on the Hokage Mountain, but not so much like the real First Hokage. "I am currently wearing my special armor that hugs my skin. You cannot destroy it, for it is made of an impenetrable substance: Wood."

"Nooooo," Tobi cried.

The puppet raised a creaky hand. "Fight alongside me, Itachi Uchiha, for I am righteous."

Itachi's wide smile got wider, and he moved to retrieve his sword.

The twelve of us—Akatsuki, Konoha ninja, and whatever Kabuto was—huddled thirty feet from the targets as we planned our attack.

Hidan smacked the butt of his scythe into the mud, leaning against it as he glared at the demons. "Well, this is a fucking let down."

"Aren't they supposed to be made of hate? They seem pretty relaxed, yeah," Deidara said.

The Six-tailed Slug rolled in the mud, coating its moist, white skin. The Seven-tailed Beetle circled the sky several feet above it, occasionally darting down to nibble at the goo dripping from the slug's mouth. The One-tailed Tanuki appeared to be napping.

"It could be a trap," I said.

"Maybe it is," Kisame mumbled, "or maybe we are the real monsters for imprisoning them."

That didn't really apply to us because Konoha had vanquished our demon, rather than sealing it in a child. This gave us the moral high ground.

Sakura flipped up her mask. "The Nine-tailed Fox killed a third of Konoha's ninja…or 72%, depending on if you count all those 'emergency ninja' conscripted from the civilian population."

"It liked to eat the corpses"—Jiraiya shuddered—"also the living."

Kisame squinted his beady eyes. "Well, maybe the Fox is made up of irrational hatred. That could be where the stereotype comes from."

Kakashi said, "Where are we going to get three babies on such short notice?"

Kabuto pulled out his cards, shuffling them casually. "I could—"

Deidara said, "No kids."

Jiraiya, now sitting cross-legged, rummaged through his bag. "We can seal them in some sort of container. It'll take half an hour to prepare each one."

Kisame plunked himself down beside Jiraiya. "I would offer to help, but I don't know anything about seals. That was always Rin's hobby."

Kakuzu stood. "I'll get the pots."

"Way ahead of you." The incoming Naruto's arms were stacked with misshapen, sloppily painted pots.

Deidara plucked a tiny, clay bird from his pocket. He flicked it in the air, and it exploded. "I know that art is subjective, but…"

Hidan gestured with his scythe. "I think they're intentionally shitty. Tobi's been a crossdresser this whole fucking time. What else is she hiding?"

Inner Sakura got our attention with a wave of killer intent. "We do need a plan, preferably before the demons wander off."

"Jiraiya makes a seal, and we put them in the pot." Kakashi stepped away from the increasingly heated conversation with his book in hand.

She huffed. "Yeah, but we still have to get them in the pot. How do we do that without a rampage?"

Hinata tried to loosen her puppet's grasp on her shoulders. "Should we, um, negotiate with them?"

Sakura watched the slug, now blowing snot-like bubbles. "I don't think they're that smart."

"That means we can get a better deal," Jiraiya said, inking the seal's outer circle onto the pot.

Naruto raised his hand. "Distract them with food."

"Just because that would work on you doesn't mean it's a good idea," Sakura said. Her black-and-white doppelganger elbowed her, releasing killer intent.

Jiraiya began to fill in some of the seal's finer details. "We know they eat people."

"Good. Then we don't need to buy food," Kakuzu said.

Sakura growled, unsheathing her sword. "We're not feeding each other to the demons."

"That would be metal as fuck, though," Hidan said.

"Just one actual, workable idea!" Sakura shouted.

A shriek pierced the air as the One-tailed Tanuki awoke from its slumber. Kakashi, who had been perched on its back with a kunai in hand, waved at us.

The two Narutos burst into laughter.

"Kakashi, you idiot!" the Sakuras yelled.

"Well that was real stupid," Hinata's puppet called from over its wielder's shoulder.

Hinata stroked its black hair. "Please don't be rude."

It occurred to me that I was the normal one on this team. I never would have expected that, during my Academy days.

The beast shook Kakashi off, and he landed a dozen feet ahead of us. "I figured we should try to get the jump on them. I think we can tire them out."

Kabuto flicked a card at Kakashi, who caught it. "They're made of unlimited energy."

Kakashi shrugged. "People used to say the same thing about me. Maybe they're past their prime, too."

The One-tails charged, and we scattered. It followed Kakashi, who was humming a tune to himself as he sprinted.

The other demons were agitated.

The Narutos multiplied, charging the Slug. It vomited out a wave of goo, and they were stuck in it. They shouted challenges at the demon as they flailed. A new Naruto tried to attack it with some sort of wind jutsu but was slapped out of the way.

Hidan raced forward, slashing at the Beetle with his scythe. Deidara and Kakuzu trailed behind, each preparing a jutsu.

"I want to die in glorious battle!" Inner Sakura cried as she charged the Tanuki. She was crushed by a flap of its tail.

"Okay, I actually can die, so I'll stay and guard Jiraiya," Sakura said.

Kabuto rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously. "I'm really not qualified for this. I can help patch up anyone who's injured, though. Minorly injured. After all, I'm still only a genin."

I cleared my throat quietly, feeling embarrassed at my potentially perceived cowardice. "I need to save chakra so I can use my Sharingan to trap the demons later."

Kisame beamed up at us from his seat beside Jiraiya. His sharp teeth gleamed. "I just like the company."

Hinata crept closer to the Narutos, and I spotted her puppet crawling on the slug's back. It stabbed into the soft skin with a poisoned kunai. The slug began to thrash, collapsing on top of all the Narutos. When a new batch didn't immediately appear, I became slightly concerned.

I tried to distract myself with idle conversation. "Do you think Naruto's dead?"

Sakura snorted. "I don't even think he's in Rain right now."

Loud explosions rocked the sky as Deidara flew around the Beetle atop his clay bird. Kakuzu spat a small fireball at the Beetle. It missed, then hit the ground below, suddenly spreading across the marshy ground. Hidan scrambled away from the fire, cursing at Kakuzu.

The Slug swallowed Hinata's puppet. She stood there as the demon slithered towards her. Chakra strings still shimmered in the air between them. I knew that she really liked that puppet, but now wasn't the time to worry about lost weapons. I shouted, "Move, Hinata!"

Hinata slashed her arm to the side, and the Slug slammed against the ground. She then turned to me. "S-sorry? What did you just say?"

A team of Anbu descended on the fallen demon. Their captain called, "We definitely would have helped earlier, but we haven't been here for much time at all. It's not like we've been watching you or anything."

In the distance, Kakashi took off his headband, whipped his head around to make eye contact with his own demonic attacker, and stepped to the side as the rampaging Tanuki continued forward.

Kakashi shouted at us, "I think I'm going to lead him towards Stone."

Deidara swooped down to avoid the Beetle's bite. "Do it!"

"Why?" Sakura shouted back.

Kakashi shunshined beside us. "Because they think they're better than us."

"We can't send it away," Kabuto said. "I mean, we have to seal it."

Kakashi leaned forward, peering into Kabuto's left eye, then his right. "Do we?"

Kabuto took a step back. "Yes?"

Kakashi's eye sparkled. "Are you sure?"

Kabuto took another step back, pushing up his glasses. "I don't even know what we were talking about."

Our sensei blinked and tilted his head to the side. "We were talking?"

"Sensei, just bring the demon closer," Sakura snapped.

The Tanuki turned sharply towards our group.

Sakura paled. "Not that close."

"Done," Jiraiya said, setting the finished container to the side.

I picked up the pot in one hand and its wobbly lid in the other. I strode toward the Tanuki. "Demon, I shall defeat you, for I am a wielder of the MOKUTON."

Our eyes met, trees burst from the ground, and the demon screamed.

I didn't feel bad about leaving everyone else to face the Slug demon without me. They would probably be fine. Nobody had been killed when I left, aside from Hidan, who hadn't stayed dead, and a few members of the Anbu team.

Yes, we needed to defeat the released demons, yet I had a much more pressing need: My vengeance.

Itachi was completely unhinged, but that didn't make him any less dangerous or any less culpable in the deaths of my clan. It was my duty to kill him or to die trying.

There was a small shrine a few dozen feet from the mansion. It was bordered by a pond with a mermaid statue at its center, and I could trace lines of careful landscaping beneath the overgrown grasses. Itachi stood at the point of the shrine's rooftop, watching a retreating Tobi with fondness coloring his smile. He shook hands with a puppet wearing a black wig.

I had observed this through a window in the mansion's kitchen. I flung open the door, stepped outside, and called, "Itachi."

Itachi's Sharingan met mine. "Foolish little brother."

"Foolish? You were just shaking hands with a puppet."

Itachi merely raised an eyebrow as the Hashirama puppet skittered down the shrine and into the shrubbery. I felt utterly dismissed, as if I was a stupid child again. I forced the feeling away. I was a grown man, almost fourteen. I couldn't be distracted by childish bickering.

"You killed my clan," I said.

Itachi's emotionless voice landed like a kunai in a post. "Yes, and I would do it again."

"You monster," I growled, stepping closer to him.

"There are no monsters, merely those with clarity and those too clouded by emotion to ever truly succeed."

"You are insane." I raced towards him, a lightning-infused shuriken in my hand. He jumped down from the rooftop and met me blow for blow, ultimately sending the shuriken flying into the nearby woods.

"You attack my character because my argument is flawless."

We lost ourselves in genjutsu for a long time. Clone after clone turned into crows, lightning bolts thundered from the sky, and dragons made of fire ravaged each other. It would have been a glorious battle, if anyone outside of our fight could see it. Sometimes, we would attack outside of the illusion, sudden kicks or slashes of kunai.

It was a flashy, impressive fight, and I was losing.

Itachi anticipated my every move. He seemed to know my plans before I had fully formed them. It was becoming increasingly clear to me that, while I didn't have access to Itachi's vision, he could still see through my eyes. He had been using the Sharingan for over a decade, and he was used to fighting other Sharingan users. It only made sense that he had picked up a few tricks along the way.

I still had a chance, however. The Sharingan's power encouraged trickery over physical ability. That was why Kakashi was one of the most feared shinobi of Konoha despite never training. It was why my entire clan had been slaughtered by one young jounin.

Despite having the Sharingan, I had continued to train. I didn't have family or friends or hobbies. I had no likes or dislikes. I had one singular purpose, and I had pushed myself in all of the ninja arts in order to achieve my goal.

Itachi was a genius. But if he had allowed himself to get lazy, perhaps I could defeat him with the results of my hard work. My evil older brother would win any genjutsu battle. The only way for me to win was to change the game.

Fuck it, I thought. "Kai."

Itachi paused for a moment, which gave me the opportunity to land a punch. He jumped back and threw down smoke bombs. "Two can play at that game."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, so I did what I always did: Bluffed.

"Ah, I see my new jutsu is working."

"An interesting technique, but a true ninja doesn't need his eyes," Itachi said.

I hadn't done anything to Itachi's vision…except remove my own. A strange thought entered my mind, and I wetted my lips. "I see that my jutsu worked then. It made you blind."

I crouched down as Itachi's laughter betrayed his location—to my left and a little above, then jumping down at me. I rolled away. I continued to dodge his attacks and jutsu, suspecting that several of his announced attacks were lies meant to confuse me, until I reached the edge of the pond.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique," Itachi shouted. You usually don't have to shout out your attacks, unless it's the first time you're doing the technique or you're a showoff. No one else was watching, so I guess he was doing it for my benefit.

I dove into the pond as a volley of small fireballs ricocheted above me and sizzled out in the water. At the center of the pond, about twelve feet in, I climbed onto the statue of a woman with a fish's head…or possibly a fish with a woman's body. My legs wrapped around its marble waist, I reached down towards the water and released a surge of elemental chakra.

Unlike me, Itachi could walk on water. If he tried, though, he would be fried by the electrified pond.

The smoke had begun to clear, and Itachi stood at the edge of the pond, his head tilted thoughtfully. He dropped a strand of his long hair into the pond, listening to the sizzle, acknowledging the smell of burning with a slight sniff. He took a deep breath, blowing a grand fireball that didn't quite reach me.

Itachi stalked along the edge of the pond. "You can't stay there forever, little brother."

"I disagree." I flung a shuriken at him.

Itachi took a step backwards and leaned to the side, the shuriken just missing the volume of his cloak.

I threw a kunai next.

Itachi didn't even bother to dodge, and it sailed past his shoulder with plenty of room. "There is something fundamentally wrong with your attempt at kunai throwing. It's as if you tried to mimic a much more advanced technique, without first understanding the fundamental concepts."

I growled and threw several more kunai at him.

"There's too much flick in your wrist. It should be steadier, with more of the motion at your elbow."

I launched a kunai at his face.

Itachi plucked it out of the air by his ear, smirking. "Hn."

Then, he started using my own weapons against me, and he had much better aim. As I scrambled around the statue, I deactivated the electricity below. Itachi drew his sword and raced atop the water. I knew that I could not swim faster than he could run.

Taking inspiration from Naruto, I decided on a plan that was so incredibly stupid that it was completely unpredictable. I jumped off the statue and used Itachi's head as a stepping stone.

I landed in the mud, scrambling towards the shrine and slamming the door behind me. I barely had time to take in my surroundings—ten feet by fifteen, bamboo walls, statues, paper lanterns, dead flowers in front of a photo of a young man, several vases spider webbed with gold—before Itachi was inside.

I jumped over a two-sided drum by the doorway, which Itachi shoved out of his way.

Then, I looked him in the eyes. I darted my gaze to my kunai pouch, reaching with my right hand for the blade, then slammed Itachi in the arm with one of the vases. It shattered, drawing the first blood of our fight—mine and his.

I continued to use misdirection as we weaved through the shrine. My eyes were no longer betraying my movements, but instead distracting my opponent. After the first few successes, however, Itachi caught on. He was still predicting my decisions with more accuracy than I had expected. As Itachi's kick slammed into my right leg and sent me crashing against the floor, I came to a sickening conclusion.

Itachi was using his most unforgivable advantage against me. He knew me too well. He was my brother.

Itachi raised his sword. My leg was broken. His swirling eyes lulled me as I tried to crawl away. I had failed. I would never avenge my clan. But I felt oddly at peace, as if a grave mistake was now being righted.

Then, the sword exploded, eviscerating Itachi's upper body.

With incredible slowness, I wiped his blood out of my eyes. Itachi's body crumpled next to me, but all of his recognizable features had burst apart and taken up residence on the walls, on the statues, and on my clothing.

I raised my hands and softly said, "Kai."

Nothing changed.

At that moment, one of the statues turned into Naruto, who cried, "We did it!"

"W-what?" I said, tasting Itachi's blood on my lips.

Naruto threw his fist into the air. "You distracted him, and I blew him up."

"What?!" I was starting to return to my senses.

Naruto winked. "I was the sword the whole time."

I tried to stand, but was unable, a fire slowly licking to life in my chest. "You killed my evil, older brother."

"Yup, good thing I was there 'cause you weren't doing very well." Naruto then crushed me in a victory hug, pinning my arms so that I couldn't strangle him.

As I stood there on one leg, limp in Naruto's arms with my eyes on my traitorous brother's mangled corpse, I realized that strangling Naruto would be wrong. After all, Naruto had stolen my dream. The only way to avenge my vengeance would be to steal his.

In that moment, I decided to become the next Hokage of Konoha.

Out of spite.

A/N: Just the epilogue and a hunk of omakes left to go. It's been a double plus good ride, y'all, but it's almost time to blink the brainwashing out of your eyes.