Kyoya let Haru proceed ahead of him down the hallway of the private rooms while Alaude stayed close to Kyoya's side.
"Please take a moment to refresh yourself," instructed Alaude to Haru. He gestured to the far side of the living room where another corridor branched off and led to a state-of-the-art washroom decorated with slate tile walls and floors, stainless steel fixtures and an open air, wall-less shower. A bathtub large enough to fit half a dozen people was sunk into the floor, its jets gently agitating the fragrant mineral water within.
Kyoya glared at his predecessor a moment, but Haru merely gave a small, hesitant nod and clutched at her left arm before trotting to the washroom and closing the door behind her.
The door had barely clicked shut before Alaude's focus shifted to Kyoya.
"If you can't do this, go back to your office now," said Alaude point-blank.
His thin lips curling into a snarl, Kyoya growled in warning at Alaude's blunt directive until Alaude shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You can't be weak. Any delay or hesitation will lead to confusion and mistakes," said Alaude in a no-nonsense tone. "She is an excellent agent and respects you. You need to respect her resilience or risk breaking it."
Kyoya's temper frayed as he leaned into Alaude's personal space, but Alaude gave no quarter.
"This is hardly the first agent you've trained and tested, Hibari; is it the nature of your history together?"
Kyoya did surge forward, then; his fist seizing at the space Alaude's tie would have been, had he been corporeal. Instead, Kyoya's hand passed through Alaude's form and he was left rebalancing himself and huffing harshly through his curled back lips.
"She will forgive Hibari the Director; she will be hurt by Kyoya the Friend," advised the blond scion.
The tension in Kyoya's brow and jaw twitched before he swallowed, forcing down the bile that rose treacherously higher. How had Alaude known? That history, that time—
Alaude bore Kyoya's furious scrutiny a breath longer before he looked towards the bathroom. As if he'd summoned Haru with his gaze, they heard the click of the lock before she slid the door open and peeked out.
"Are… Is…"
She bit her freshly re-glossed lips and straightened her back, determination lighting her eyes.
With her shoulders set and her widened stance confident, she announced,
"I'm ready."
From across the room, at Haru's declaration, Alaude held Kyoya's attention with a clear question:
—Was Kyoya?
"Walk."
Puzzlement pulled at Haru's brows as she tilted her head to the side. Kyoya's command was simple enough; but there was expectation and criticism in every facet of his profile as he stared down at her, his arms crossed in front of him.
"Where?" she asked, waiting for further instruction.
Kyoya's lips thinned.
"Walk," he repeated meaningfully.
Haru took a hesitant step only for Kyoya's eyes to narrow on her.
She swallowed.
"Walk!"
But she froze.
There it was; that hint of Kyoya-from-the-past.
Her tension set off his temper and Kyoya threw his arms wide.
"What are you doing!"
"I-I-"
"Walk!"
Haru's heart pounded as she took another cautious step; it only led to Kyoya snapping his jaw shut tighter than a crocodile's and growling deep in his throat.
"I did as you—" she began, only for Alaude to sigh in the back of his throat and step forward.
"The goal of this exercise is twofold," he explained, his ghostly image stepping between Kyoya and Haru. The pair of panting agents turned their focus to Alaude as they gathered their composure and fraying patience. "First, you seek to capture his attention, Haru. You cannot be obvious; you must be innocent, subtle, confident and alluring. Instead, you hesitated and sought validation and direction. You are not seeking his praise; you are enticing him and luring his attention." Alaude looked her over and gestured with his chin. "He is the fish you are trying to catch; you are the bait. But you cannot let him know you are bait. Try again."
This time Haru's understanding was clearer, as if she'd looked into a soft-running stream and glimpsed her first goal just beneath its mirrored surface. She saw herself and what she needed to do, and with her shoulders back she strutted casually across the room, glancing at Kyoya from the corner of her eye but never holding his gaze. Her glance exuded awareness and subtlety, her footsteps patience and confidence, her attitude that she was worth more than he could ever value.
From his wide stance and folded arms, Kyoya glared at Haru before looking away. Outwardly he ignored her, yet his pulse fluttered at his throat whenever she turned her head from him in a certain sultry way.
"Better." Alaude nodded as Kyoya let out a quiet breath through his nose. The blond noted Kyoya's reactions closely. "More slowly. Again."
She repeated the walk in the other direction, exuding confidence and charm with her pursed lips and the tilt of her lashes.
When she reached her starting point once more, she glanced at Alaude for further direction. He said nothing but nodded once to himself and appraised her silently.
"Twofold," she reminded him. Then she tilted her head and added a demure, "Sir."
Alaude was silent a moment longer before he took a step and faced her directly, holding her gaze.
"I mentioned before that you were the bait; this implies someone casts you out on a line and you wait for the fish to take a bite of you before someone else reels you both in. You," he said, beginning a slow stroll around Haru's trim form, "will not be tugged by another's line. You will not wait for your prey to choose when to approach you. You will lure him in in such a way that he will be dying to serve you, to satisfy you, to offer you his deepest secrets… and he won't know why."
He leaned over her shoulder, his lips a hair's breadth from the shell of her ear.
"And he will beg to tell you his secrets," he whispered, the warmth from his breath tingling against her sensitive skin. Haru suppressed the shiver that shimmied between her shoulder blades. Beneath her blouse her skin flushed and she felt the slight pebbling of her nipples at his low, sensual voice.
With a reflexive swallow, Haru nodded.
"Good. Now," continued Alaude, his voice lowering further. If she hadn't been so finely focused on every inch of his presence she would have missed his breathed words. "You are going to approach Hibari and make him tell you one of his secrets."
Haru's eyes widened as she fought the urge to stare at her glowering Director. Alaude had to be kidding.
No one cracked Kyoya. He was the Director of CEDEF. His own family likely barely knew him.
Even she…
"Now… walk," ordered Alaude against her ear. "And Make. Him. Beg."
Nerves knotted inside her as she realized she was likely going to fail. She had to come up with a plan, but What? How? What did she have as leverage against Kyoya? How could she break through the rock-hard shell he surrounded himself with? The man was a monument of everything that was solid, unyielding and unforgiving. Hard.
Perhaps, whispered a tiny part of herself, it isn't a matter of being a hammer and cracking him open… but rather of being like water, like rain, and seeping inside?
The first tendrils of hope snaked their way through Haru's mind and she grasped at them with both hands, seizing them and forming her plan.
Yes, she could do this.
She knew how to beat Kyoya.
Kyoya watched as Alaude whispered in Haru's ear, leaning his dominant frame into her personal space, practically rubbing his body along hers. It made Kyoya's eyes narrow and his fists clench beneath his folded arms. He glared hatefully at Alaude and whatever game he was playing.
Why the man had felt he had to interfere was beyond Kyoya but he didn't like it one bit.
He had allowed Alaude's interference when it came to governance and when he had sought direction when he first came to power in CEDEF. However this training had always been handled by the Director in utmost privacy to ensure the confidentiality of all involved. Kyoya couldn't stand that Alaude was directly involving himself in his time with Haru—his training of Haru, he corrected himself mentally. Why now? Why did it have to be her?
It was at that moment that Kyoya saw the light flush across Haru's cheeks as Alaude leaned in closer to her, how her shoulders rounded slightly and her chest lifted with her quicker breaths. His jaw threatened to crack with how powerfully his teeth clenched.
Yet Haru stalled when Alaude pulled away from her and stared at Kyoya a moment, her eyes wide and conflicting emotions racing across her expression.
She met Kyoya's eyes for a moment, fear and trepidation flooding her.
He was preparing to dismiss her—for she should have acted by now if she was going to—but then something happened. It was hard to describe, but somehow, Haru… transformed.
Was it the set of her shoulders? The slope of her smooth, elegant jawline and throat? Her feet, did they widen or shift closer together?
She wet her lips as she turned towards Kyoya and walked towards him, never dropping his gaze.
"I think what I need in order to succeed is to feel what it would be like in the other person's place," she said. She looked deep into Kyoya's eyes before her gaze dipped down to his lips and back to his eyes again.
"Seduce me," she said to Kyoya when their lips were but inches apart.
And Kyoya then felt the warm stirring of arousal deep in his abdomen.
He was about to object when she wet her lips again and added, with demure courtesy and a huskier voice,
"Sir."
In his chest Kyoya felt his heart beat hard before ramping up as his blood warmed.
So that was how she was going to play it.
So be it.
"This won't be a typical seduction," he advised, letting his eyelids lower deftly as he leaned closer.
"You aren't a typical man," she replied.
He smirked faintly at her response.
Then he seized her by the hair and shoved her to her knees. Too surprised by the sudden crash to the ground and her Director's assault to fully react, Haru gasped as her head and legs radiated pain and her chest rose and fell quickly with her panting breaths.
"Let's begin as we mean to go on," he said smoothly as Haru struggled beneath his unyielding grasp. Her hands had shot up to grab his wrist as he yanked on her hair, but she swallowed her whimper when he did nothing further. "I believe you need a refresher in your basic training. Do you give the orders, Agent Miura?"
"No, sir."
His grip in her hair tightened.
"Do you think you have any right to demand that I do anything for you?"
"No, sir."
He gave her a firm shake, as if she were a misbehaving dog.
"I will seduce you and show you what it feels like to be a pawn, Agent Miura. Is that what you want?"
Her breath hitched as he shook her again.
"Answer me, Agent Miura."
"Y-yes," she gasped, lowering her hands to the floor to support herself. Her body shivered with pain and she swallowed to try and regain her composure.
"Yes, sir," he said, voice calm and demanding.
"Yes, sir," she breathed.
There was a heavy, tense moment between them as Haru stared straight ahead in the only direction he allowed her to look.
It happened to be directly at the front placket of his trousers.
The grip on her hair loosened only to be replaced by a firm grip on the back of her neck. Kyoya's thumb, strong and precise, began massaging the sides of Haru's throat in powerful, erotic strokes.
"Good girl," he praised as goosebumps rose on the back of Haru's neck and down her arms, the fine hair there rising simultaneously.
Then, to Haru's mortification, she felt the warm moisture collecting at the apex of her thighs, evidence of her spike of arousal at Kyoya's treatment of her. Her mouth watered and she became fixated on the opportunity in front of her mouth.
Could she…
Dare she...
Would he…
The stroking of her neck continued and unconsciously Haru's body softened as she relaxed into the confident touch that held her in her place.
"Agent Miura?" said Kyoya in a velvety voice.
"Yes, sir?" she asked, mesmerized by the faint bulge she could tell lurked beneath the promising zipper of his trousers. She tried to remain still, truly she did, but she couldn't resist rubbing her thighs together to ease the low, pulsing ache that had begun.
"I think you should apologize for your poor behaviour," he said.
Hope and anticipation flared within her breast and Haru moved forward to approach Kyoya, only to be held firmly in place by his powerful hand at her throat.
She tried again, more eagerly, only to be further restrained.
"Agent Miura," said Kyoya. "You need to learn to ask politely for what you want. What you… need."
Her lips parting, Haru's tongue slid out to wet her bottom lip as she grimaced at how obvious she was being.
"May I… May I make amends, sir? Please?" she asked.
"How so?"
Her jaw working as her arousal was stoked by his taunting question, Haru's brows furrowed as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the promising tent that was forming at her Director's crotch.
She was lusting after him as the blood in her veins warmed, as she abandoned her self-respect, as she wantonly craved his praise.
It was so close, she could definitely please him, definitely make him shudder and surge if only he would let her get just a bit closer—
"Your answer, Agent Miura."
What had he asked her? For a moment she nearly panicked, then had to rein in her anger at his distractions. She would remain focused, or her plan wouldn't work. Yet the pulsing between her thighs was insistent. Oh, yes. She would answer.
"I would like to serve your needs, sir."
"How?" he asked, his voice leaking hints of exasperation.
He was going to make her say it, she realized, embarrassed. She would have to tell him what she intended to do to the most masculine, primal, sexual part of him. Her tongue peeked out between her lips as she focused on the growing tent and she released her hold over her inhibitions.
"I would like to unzip your trousers, press my face into your lower abdomen, and kiss my way down to your c-cock," she said. Her voice wavered and she closed her eyes a moment to re-center herself. This was a test, a task to accomplish. She could do this. "I would pull down your underwear to unleash you, then," she wet her lips again, "worship you with my mouth until you were full, hot and heavy, pulsing and strong and pounding into me until you exploded inside my throat. Then I would lick you clean with my tongue, swallow the gift of your intensity down to keep it inside me, and suckle you until you were done… and say, 'thank you, would you like me to do it again, sir?'"
She chanced a glance up to check Kyoya's expression, only to find his dark eyes burning through her, his lips a thin line, two points of colour high in his cheeks as he struggled to control his breathing.
Haru let her lips fall open as she ran her tongue along the seam of her lips, adding,
"And I would like you to watch me do it... Sir."
His nostrils flared as the hand at the back of her neck squeezed her—then pulled her closer.
Her eyes never leaving his, Haru reached up and pulled down Kyoya's zipper with a slow caress.
… then opened her mouth wide.
Kyoya's lips pulled back in a silent snarl as her lips blessed him for the first time. His breathing turned harsh and hissed through his teeth as she took him in, inch by inch, between her own, sometimes licking, sometimes nibbling, always rubbing the back of her tongue and pressing it against the sensitive, mushroomed head.
So warm, so wet, so gentle, so demanding—
With every light suck and tease she drew him further out of himself, loosened his self restraint, collected his soul and gathered it into her web of control.
And her eyes.
He couldn't look away.
The strain between his shoulder blades pulled hard on him as he leaned over, his one hand slipping from her neck back into her now-messy hair, his other hand sweeping down her shoulder and massaging it before back to join the first in her hair. His hands were desperate to hold her and he struggled to withhold his moan as she brought her left hand up to cup and tease his sac.
He refused to swear. He refused to say anything at all.
Would she know, he wondered? Would she be able to tell, to remember?
When she nuzzled against his treasure trail and sighed happily before gazing up at him in longing, his jaw slackened and his arousal bore down on him like a speeding train about to overwhelm and flatten him.
He felt the tell-tale tingling in his lower back as she began to bob in a swaying, natural rhythm, humming a gentle tune to herself as he doubled over, his grip on her tightening as his knees began to tremble—
Then Kyoya felt her shift and he looked beyond her beguiling eyes to see that instead of kneeling Haru had risen to her haunches—
—over Alaude's shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Kyoya demanded, his tone incredulous and hateful.
Alaude lay on his back on the plush carpet beneath Haru's knees, positioning his upper body beneath and between her thighs before encouraging her to lower again. She did, hesitantly, yet without breaking her mind-blowing rhythm torturing Kyoya. He would have been impressed if he wasn't so jealous of Alaude's position.
"Testing her resolve," said Alaude as his hands rose up beneath Haru's skirt, caressing her outer thighs. "That's it. Lower yourself again. Now remain focused on Director Hibari, no matter what."
Mid-suck, Haru merely closed her eyes and hummed deliberately—nearly sending Kyoya over the edge—in answer. Then she slowly lowered herself, spreading her legs wider to fit around Alaude's shoulders.
Alaude's hands skimmed up her legs to her backside, then pressed and rubbed Haru's firm arse before ripping off her panties.
Her small gasp-shriek broke her rhythm and Alaude gave her a smack of reproof.
"Focus," ordered Alaude.
His words and touch left her shivering, but Haru continued her attentions on Kyoya's cock, hungry for the response she so desperately sought from him.
But while Haru continued, Kyoya could only stare at Alaude for a moment.
How? Alaude had taken corporeal form.
Frustrated and aroused, Kyoya swallowed his questions as he felt his peak nearing, his desire straining against his self-control as his hips joined in Haru's rhythm, rocking into her mouth and throat, deeper and deeper as her small cries began to escalate.
Spurred on by her participation and lusty calls, Kyoya pumped harder, harder, harder—until he realized her erotic sounds didn't match his rhythm.
Glancing down from Haru's eyes Kyoya caught Alaude's gaze as he peeked out from beneath Haru's skirt, and his smug expression as he licked Haru into a frenzy.
Yes, Haru's whimpering and sensuous rocking hips were all timed to Alaude's oral attention.
Kyoya's eyes narrowed, his jaw set.
Two could play at this game.
"Undress yourself," he bit out, his hand moving to the front of her button-up blouse before retreating again.
No longer questioning either of her superiors, Haru simply complied, her right hand undoing her buttons while the other alternated between squeezing his thigh to steady herself and—
Kyoya blushed as Haru unconsciously groped herself, fondling her breast and sighing as her eyes shut and her face strained in pleasure.
She moaned. He bit down hard and accidentally nicked his tongue, tasting blood in his efforts to control himself. He wouldn't last much longer, not with that look on her face, and those sounds from her throat, and the way she just keened and swallowed him whole sweetgods—
When her shirt popped open Kyoya dove in, pulling her up straighter so he could reach her breasts before paying them due homage with his worship.
Plucking and teasing and rolling and tugging, Haru's pert breasts soon swelled and weighed heavily in Kyoya's palms and her head fell forward as her jaw slackened.
So enraptured was he by Haru's bliss that he barely noticed when she slowed her pace of attention to his own pleasure.
The healthy, gorgeous flush to her damp face, her swollen lips, her fluttering eyes; Kyoya's eyes drank in Haru's desire even as her lips fell fully open as she arched her back and squeezed her lids shut, about to—
"Focus!"
A sharp smack from below sounded and Haru yelped and startled and shot forward, her breasts pressing into Kyoya's hands until they overflowed and he didn't know whether to curse or bless Alaude for his interruption.
Unconsciously Kyoya's eager fingers squeezed the supple flesh, the stiffened nubs of her nipples that jutted against his palms and tempting his own mouth—
Then Haru undid him when she suddenly moaned around his cock, desperately, "Ngh, more, please Kyoya—!"
His hips surged forward as his control finally snapped.
Grabbing the back of her head he stuffed her full of his hard, swollen cock and pounded into her like a man possessed. His eyes drilled into hers as he took her as he'd never taken anyone before, whether in a fight in the streets or a struggle between the sheets, with everything he had in him as he sought to saturate every ounce of her with himself. The tension in his lower back exploded, as he exploded and burst inside Haru, choking her.
Pulsing and straining he emptied himself, his emotions conflicted and eyes open to his very soul.
And she took it.
The emotion in her eyes told him she welcomed it.
She welcomed him.
She wanted him.
His jaw tight, Kyoya swallowed and shuddered as she closed her lips around him and firmly licked and sucked him clean, shivers running down his spine at her trust and acceptance and…
His brows drew together in confusion.
From between Haru's thighs the lapping slowed and Alaude gave him a bland look.
"Really, you've never heard of ladies first?" he sighed with disdain.
—which was when he ducked back beneath Haru's skirt again.
Then Haru's eyes shot wide before they squeezed shut and she gasp-keened before slumping forward, her hands buried in Alaude's blond hair between her thighs. She stiffened, then trembled and shook and sighed, her face buried in Kyoya's abdomen as Alaude finished her off.
Kyoya was disgusted to discover how deep his jealousy ran at that moment as he pet the back of Haru's head, fingers gliding over her silky, loosened hair and the nape of her neck while she calmed. Her lips had slackened around him as she gasped her release, yet his member lay still warmly ensconced in her mouth, her gentle breath brushing over him tenderly with her every exhale.
When he caught Alaude watching him he stopped, withdrawing his hands to Haru's shoulders.
The room was quiet as Alaude removed himself from between Haru's legs and straightened to standing. He smoothed and neatened his roughened hair, his cheeks still warm from his exertions to stimulate Haru. Yet from the corner of his eye Kyoya noted the hint of a proud smirk at the corners of his predecessor's thin lips.
"Everything all right?" asked Alaude, turning his head towards Haru.
Still trembling, Haru panted and nodded as she leaned against Kyoya.
"Hm. Perhaps you could stop sucking Hibari's manhood so he could put it away, then?"
Haru's shoulders suddenly stiffened and her face flooded crimson as she looked up at Kyoya with wide eyes.
With aching slowness, Haru withdrew from Kyoya's warm, steady support. She opened just enough to release his softened cock, dragging her lips down every inch as she pulled away.
It was only once she'd pulled up his boxers and trousers, zipping his fly and buckled his belt that Kyoya noticed he still held her shoulder with one hand, his other cupping the back of her head and cheek.
"Tea, sir?" asked Haru when he couldn't find words to break the silence.
"... Yes."
Kyoya felt Alaude's eyes on him as Haru nodded and turned away, fitting her breasts into the cups of her bra once more before buttoning up her blouse. With a quick twist of her wrists and an elastic she had pulled her hair up neatly into a ponytail and wandered away to the kitchenette to boil the kettle and putter around the meager cupboards.
Kyoya glared at Alaude's speculative look.
When Alaude dismissed himself late that night, Haru sat opposite Kyoya on the black leather couch of his sitting room.
The television was on but neither paid it much attention, both lost in their thoughts.
It was as Kyoya glared at the floor between his feet that he heard Haru shift, then speak.
"It was him," she murmured matter-of-factly.
He glanced up at her.
"Two years ago," she said. "It was a night out with my girlfriends to celebrate, and I didn't remember… But it was him."
Kyoya looked away before crossing his arms in front of him.
"You didn't want me to accept the training because you knew I would remember."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
She shook her head at him but didn't pause at his casual dismissal.
"I never knew who it was. I knew I was treated well from start to finish, almost revered… It was… I still remember parts of that night. How it felt. What he made me feel…" Her voice trailed off as it gained a dreamy quality. She smiled to herself, tucking her feet up under her folded legs. With an easy shrug of her shoulders, she shook her head. "Every experience I've had since I compared to that one and fell short. I never thought I'd find him again."
Deep inside his chest, Kyoya's heart beat faster and faster with every sensual lilt of Haru's reminiscences.
"I just… I think I half-convinced myself it didn't really happen. That it was my imagination. In a way, that was easier than accepting that I'd had the most incredible experience of my life and would never have a second chance at it. You know?" she said, looking up at Kyoya.
His hands dug into his sides, they were clapped so tightly around his middle. His jaw clenched until it ached, his fists shaking beneath his biceps.
Her soft smile faltered when she took in his stiff posture, tightly furrowed brows and the jaw of his that could have been chiseled from the hardest marble.
"Well…" Her voice trailed off, more quietly. "For a woman's first time, to be so worshipped and adored… I… Him…."
She shrugged again before shaking her head ruefully. With that, she stood and made her way to the bedroom he'd designated as hers while she trained with him.
"I always wondered if he remembered me," she murmured mostly to herself as she left him alone in his sitting room.
Kyoya heard her door click shut behind her and stared unseeing at the floor, his mouth dry and bitter with impotent frustration.
The boxy, cut lead crystal decanter of amber cognac sat discarded on its onyx lacquer tray, the broad-blooming bowl-glass forgotten beside it. Both were empty.
—the press of her soft pelvis against the cup of his palm as he plumbed her depths with two of his slick fingers—
The normally smooth cognac rested too high on his tongue and stuck at the back of his throat as Kyoya glared at the screen, unseeing.
Her velvety naked skin brushing against his as she unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it from his shoulders, following its path with needy kisses from her lips across his chest to his shoulders. His normally stoic resolve faltering as she reached beneath the hem of his white sleeveless undershirt to tease his treasure trail, the firm muscles of his abdomen jumping at her touch.
He couldn't remember what show was on the television, or when it started or ended.
His vaunted drive to succeed and be the best, to be the one in charge, fueled him that night as he explored her every secret, her passion and limits and pushed, pushed, pushed until she shuddered beneath his words, his fingers, him.
Why had she chosen to work at CEDEF? Why? The question had always puzzled him. Of course she had talents, but CEDEF was not where he'd imagined her.
Internally he cast a self-deprecating laugh. Had he really deluded himself into thinking it was because of him? That she somehow remembered their night together? That she unconsciously sought him out?
Feet planted wide, Kyoya's shoulders drooped as he slumped forward, covering his closed eyes with his hand. What had he done? What had he done to deserve this?
Was this his punishment for leaving before she woke up that night? For giving her every ounce of himself not once, but twice now, only for her to cast her eye on the one person he could not truly escape?
"She was delicious," spoke the deep, calm voice from across from him.
Kyoya raised hate-filled eyes to glare at Alaude.
"You never mentioned that. Or perhaps you didn't get to enjoy her taste, last time?" The blond drew out the insinuation to its full potential. "Because it isn't something one would forget. Unlike some others who seem to be… utterly forgettable."
Kyoya's eyes narrowed on Alaude.
And he couldn't help the fact that the pure, unadulterated venom in his gaze reflected back at himself, too.
Because Alaude was right.
The one night of devastating passion Haru only distantly remembered was the only one Kyoya couldn't forget.
And through her seduction lessons that night, she'd nearly drawn the revelation from his own lips, so desperately had he wanted to confess to her and beg her for another chance.
Her training would be the death of him.
(The End)