Chapter 42
It was never too hard to seduce someone to the point of obsession. Anomie knew how to talk and how to touch and where to touch in order to make someone want her with such desire that they could hardly contain it. It was sometimes more difficult, and she occasionally how to work for it, making the inevitable future outcome all the more tantalizing.
She tasted the hint of sake on her lips when she leaned down to taste a piece of him. Her hands ran through his hair as his fingers dug into her naked hips. She felt his desire, and she feigned her own.
Her body had been numb to pleasure for a long time, but her mind still remembered the appropriate expressions and noises to make for her to fake it. She heard him whisper sweet nothings into her ears, but they didn't touch her heart.
Then again, hardly anything ever really did. His lips grazed her neck, running down to her chest and belly button. He wanted to possess every piece of her, and the way his eyes lit up with passion made it obvious that his stubborn heart was open for her to overcome.
The way he looked at her seemed as if he couldn't believe that she was in front of him, let alone on top of him. She couldn't blame such self conscious thoughts, after all, he wasn't that much to look at from his red scraggly beard to the murky brown of his eyes.
But he was strong, she could see that from the way he easily lifted her or handled her like a doll. Then again, perhaps she was just miraculously light. She had been stripped to the bone and lately food hadn't seemed as appealing.
His whispered into her ear again, telling her just how beautiful she was, which made her lips slightly curl up in response. It didn't actually matter what she did, the thing that made her lips so addicting was embedded in the training she received.
Even if she was to starve herself down to the marrow, somebody would still want to fuck her bones.
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"You've settled into this comfortable life quite nicely," Kisame's voice was a relief to the boring day to day actions of seduction. Anomie leaned over the railing, her kimono sleeves trailing over the wooden railing.
"It's boring," she complained with a smile.
"And the Jinchuriki?" Kisame asked, causing a sly smile to replace her previous one.
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," she told him and his nose wrinkled in disgust. His blue skin seemed all the more bright in the level of light they were basked in and Anomie reached out to trail her fingers under his jaw. "Chin up so you can look me in the eyes before you judge me."
His grin came back and he brushed off her hand. "I just think this sort of mission is beneath you."
"Sometimes Shinobi have to do things that are beneath them," and she let out a soft scoff. "But I assure you that this isn't one of them. It's what I'm good at."
"I'm good at chopping down trees, but you don't see me rushing out performing gathering lumber on missions," he told her and her lips curled more prominently as she leaned forward over the wood, her elbow propped up and supporting the weight of her head.
"That's a very specific example," she told him. "We have already gotten the location two tailed beasts, I'm just securing the Fourth one until you all ring your forces together and take out Yagura. I'd hate to end up useless and dead like Jiwa."
"Do you mean Jūzō?"
"No one cares what his name is. All that I need to know is that he got impaled by his own sword," Anomie leaned forward again, her lips set in a sweet smile. "By a 12 year old no less. How must it feel to be dickless and powerless, all in one try?"
"That 12 year old was a Jinchuriki and the Mizukage," Kisame seemed all to quick to defend his former leader, which made Anomie's grin slightly grow.
"No one cares about Mizukages. They will all be very dead in the end and I don't see myself getting killed by my own blade."
"Likely scenario if you're not careful," Kisame agreed.
"And is talking about it in public like this being careful?" Her question was riddled with amusement, but as she swept her long white hair over her shoulder, that amusement disappeared and her eyes grew serious. "Why are you here?"
"Pein-sama sent me to...relieve you of this position," Kisame told her and Anomie's brow raised in surprise before her expression turned absent of mirth.
"I hope you're not telling me that someone else is going to take this tailed beast. I worked for it so he's mine," she warned him and Kisame's sharp grin grew.
"It's nothing like that, you're going to subdo him now," Kisame told her and Anomie's amusement disappeared all too quickly.
"Is that right?" Anomie began to intricately braid her hair, her expression losing its previous playful glint.
"That was quick, are you certain you haven't grown soft in technique since the last time you fought?"
Anomie scoffed, having spent countless days the last six months, training her abilities with the Ho'ou while Rōshi was mediating under waterfalls to control his tailed beasts.
She raised her gaze as she felt a spike of his familiar Chakra, but before she could make a move, Kisame jumped forward, swinging his blade up and shattering the wooden railing and much of the walkway. If Anomie didn't have such quick reflexes, her legs would have been torn apart. Her kimono was not so lucky as he tore parts of it off.
"Oh you better just kill me," Anomie's hiss made Kisame grin as he reached forward and gripped her by the throat. Just as he went to slam her body into the ground by her throat, Anomie felt Rōshi grab ahold of her like a knight and shining armor, rushing away from Kisame's next blow that Anomie was about to let happen out of pure shits and giggles.
"You're alright," Rōshi's palms drew her face in, and she was stuck looking into his concerned eyes, like a lover just drinking her in.
"Thanks to you," she whispered back, leaning into his palm as if she was looking for warmth. His warm eyes met hers, before they turned serious and cold when he turned his head towards Kisame who was simply grinning as he leaned against his sword that was strongly dug into the ground. His eyes displayed the mirth as if he was apart of a private joke.
"And who are you?" Rōshi asked, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.
"Just a guy who shows his affection through violence," Kisame said, sending a grin towards the bruising on Anomie's neck. Rōshi's eyes narrowed, and Anomie felt the Chakra of the four tailed beast begin to bubble to the surface. Kisame looked visibly excited for the upcoming battle, but Anomie was slightly wary. The only beast she had really come into contact with had be an untrained little child, but his Nine Tailed Chakra had been so strong that she could taste it.
Rōshi's Chakra, however, was eight times as strong and he actually trained on how to use it. Anomie hardly felt any fear when she stood, backing away from the fight. It caught his attention, despite her quiet steps, allowing her to gauge just how sharp his senses were.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the shrimp and then we'll go somewhere far away from all this," he told her and Anomie tilted her head to the side as Kisame's deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"You'll never get far enough where we won't find you," he said, and although his eyes were directed at Rōshi, Anomie knew he was addressing her.
"Please be careful," Anomie said, watching as her word gave the demon host strength.
The fight began as quickly as Kisame had struck her down, but Anomie wasn't paying much attention on a petty fight, as she watched the way the beast man attempt to block all attacks from harming her. Perhaps if he had disregarded her life, maybe he could walk away unharmed.
Just before Kisame could get a blow in, Anomie slammed her body into Rōshi's, knocking them both out of the way as Kisame's bandaged blade wedged into the ground.
"What do you think your doing? You could have been hurt stupid," he shouted at her, lifting her up off of him.
"You protect me so often." Anomie's own words made her sick. "Is it wrong to want to do the same in return?"
"My life is nothing without you here in it," he told her and she reached forward, her fingers against his cheek and her other hand against his chest.
"That's why this was so easy," she told him, and her hand turned into smoke and enveloped his lungs and his nervous system. She watched as the light and betrayal seeped into his pointed gaze.
"I love you," he told her and her expression grew gentle.
"Get in line," she told him just before he passed out in her arms.
"You've got a real knack for being a stone cold bitch," Kisame said and her gaze met his.
"Let's just extract the demon and toss his body in the river," she commented. Her smoke grip on his lungs had departed, but the smoke that wrapped around his nervous system remained, keeping him unconscious.
"Tactful," Kisame told her. "We should have you take out more demons. You seem to have a talent with men."
"No thanks," Anomie declined. "What now? I believe there's a numerical order to this whole thing."
"Yes. We will just have to keep him asleep like this until we are prepared to extract him," Kisame told her and Anomie knelt down, placing her hand over Rōshi's lips.
"I guess you could say I really took his breath away," she commented with a sly grin. "Get it? Cause he's dead."
"No he's not."
"Ah, quite right," Anomie said after inspecting the body a little closer with a disappointed sigh.
"Well, I'll take this guy back to the boss," Kisame said with a grin as he grabbed Rōshi's limp body and placed it over his shoulder.
"Taking him in so soon. We haven't even captured the first three tailed beasts yet," Anomie reminded him, but Kisame's grin only widened.
"Orochimaru apparently has a seal good enough to disrupt the balance of a Jinchuriki. After that, it's up to Pein-sama's discretion."
Anomie glanced up, her eyes slightly wide. "Orochimaru's seal?"
"Fuyu-chan, it's been a long time," Orochimaru said, and immediately Anomie put on a smile.
"Yes. I was in fact ignoring you. You'll be pleased to know that your presence still makes me want to gauge out my own eyes. How about you do us both a favor and shed from that skin, then you can properly slither up your own ass," she said with a vibrant smile.
"Very polite," he commented, glancing towards the body of Rōshi. "That's him. How underwhelming."
"Funny, that's what I think about you," Anomie said with a chuckle, deciding she had enough of him and she turned to walk away only for Kisame's next move to cause her to turn around to catch the object he had tossed her way.
In her hand rested a small vermillion ring that she promptly placed on her right ring finger. She had, of course, given it to Kisame for safe keeping whilst with Rōshi, and a part of her didn't actually want it back. This was partly to do with it being ugly and partly because she hated accessories. After all, she had to keep in mind every last article of clothing every time she used her Jutsu, lest she accidentally leaves it behind.
"Be sure to keep yourself safe, Fuyu-chan. I wouldn't want anything to happen to that body of yours," Orochimaru warned, causing a sense of foreboding to travel down her spine. In response to his narrowed gaze, she turned into smoke and made a classy exit.
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"A-NO-MI-E!" Tobi's singsongy voice made Anomie nearly rip her ears from the base.
"Oh God no," she muttered, glancing around the empty clearing in search of the masked idiot that she had hoped to go a year without seeing. Maybe even forever.
Tobi was nowhere in sight, but just as she began to think she had imagined it, he nearly jumped on top of her, his arms around her in a tight and not too friendly embrace. "Hi."
"I've told you that I don't like it when you do that," Anomie reminded him, wondering how he constantly managed to sneak up on her before she decided that she didn't actually care. "What's the next mission?"
"The next mission is to smile, Anomie," Tobi told her, and Anomie's expression turned sour. "Also, we need you and Konan to seek out a missing ninja."
"What about Kisame?" Anomie asked, and Tobi bounced his palms against her shoulders, earning another frown.
"Don't hurt the messenger," Tobi exclaimed, and Anomie's expression turned neutral. "You two should work well together."
"I see. And what reasons do you have for coming to tell me this in person. I was heading to the hideout anyway."
"What's wrong with wanting to see you in person?" His point made her nose wrinkle.
"So many things."
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Anomie was perhaps too careless, sending information past Kisame's self aware eye. Perhaps Konan was there to watch her. Perhaps she was just too paranoid, but as she walked towards the hideout and felt the presence of a slightly familiar Chakra, her paranoia spiked.
"You're late," Konan greeted, her Akatsuki cloak covering the lower portion of her face.
"I didn't realize I had to be here at particular time," Anomie told her in response, and Konan's eyes narrowed on the Akatsuki cloak that she carried in her arm, not bothering to put it on.
"Wearing the cloak is a requirement," Konan informed her, causing Anomie to scoff.
"It's huge and ugly. Who came up with this stupid uniform," at her words, Anomie noticed Konan's eyes slightly narrow causing Anomie to snort. "Oh I'm sorry, did I insult your boyfriend?"
"Let's just get this over with," Konan told her, brushing past her and heading for the exit of the hideout.
"No, that's fine. It's not like I didn't spend all night to get here. I don't need to rest. It's fine."
"Good to see we're in agreement."
"You don't get sarcasm, do you?" Anomie dropped the Akatsuki cloak on the ground to cover up a puddle before she walked over it, keeping aware of Konan's souring mood. "See that was symbolic for go fuck yourself."
Konan's resting bitch face seemed to morphe into even more of a resting bitch face, until she was flat out scowling. "You will pay for that later."
"Worth it," Anomie said with a raised brow, takin notice to her own lack of reading on the blue haired woman's expression. "Chill I do this all in good fun."
"Do you enjoy making a mockery of a respectable foundation?" Konan's voice sounded genuinely curious, but Anomie had lost the ability to take the woman seriously. Although, she was, at least she once was, rather touched when the woman came to her verbal aid against Orochimaru. It was rather sassy and Anomie did have a soft spot for courage, especially when combined with a beautiful face.
"What about this organization is respectable? Kakuzu literally murders his partners for body parts," Anomie countered, and Konan turned back around and began walking further from the base, forcing Anomie to follow, but she purposely left the cloak behind.
"You massacred the leaders of the Uchiha clan for no justifiably obvious reason," Konan reminded her, causing Anomie's smile to widen.
"I am so sick of people condemning me for that. No one even likes the Uchiha until they get tragically murdered. Boo fucking hoo," Anomie told her and then grinned. "But you did just prove my point on who you let into your organization. So thanks Blue."
Konan didn't look impressed and instead looked exasperated by Anomie's very presence. Konan, for a moment, looked as if she had something else to say, but instead she turned her head away and sighed. "The target is a famous war villain of the last Shinobi war. He was known for war crimes including: trafficking, murder, thievery, rape." Konan told her handing her a scroll, which Anomie grabbed with a sigh, unsealing it and opening it with a swift grace.
"We were paid quite a bit to locate and bring his head," Konan told her and Anomie lips curled into a smirk. "He's been on the run quite a while. The war ended years ago."
"He got sloppy. Raped and impregnated the daughter of the water Daimyō," Konan told her and Anomie handed back the scroll with a sigh.
"I don't like reading documents. How about you just brief me on everything," Anomie told her, causing Konan's deadpan to worsen before the blue haired woman opened the scroll once more so Anomie could see the man's face.
"Memorize the face at least."
"I doubt I'd forget."
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In the distance of an empty market, a woman stood, her fingers pressed against her belly, her eyes unfocused. The blue eyes and black hair contrasted the mist that filled the atmosphere in a sweet white hue. In her hand rested a dagger, but it was loose and one move might cause it to drop to the ground. The girl didn't drop it, and her hand shook as she raised it over her belly. One slice and the shame would be swept away, but her hand was shaking so much that she was nearly afraid she was going to slip and slice her throat.
"Not that I don't agree," Anomie said to Konan from a distance as her eyes grazed over the weak Chakra signature from a distance away. "But you're certain you don't want me there for the meeting? I've met the crusty old Daimyō. I might be able to offer a little sway."
"As gracious as your offer is, I'd rather keep you at a distance. I think you'd sooner be a hinderance in that meeting with your knack for sarcasm and disrespect," Konan replied. "In fact, I think you would sooner get everyone killed with your words rather than vice versa."
"I can't say that doesn't hurt my feelings," Anomie retorted, watching as Konan's eyes rolled back.
"Just try not to start a war while I'm gone," Konan told her and Anomie gave the woman a mock bow.
The blue haired woman scowled before she continued on her way, forcing Anomie to walk along the path with her with a bored expression as she tapped her foot against the pavement, taking in the lack of people on the market at the current time of eight in the morning. From what she knew about day to day life, usually by now the first couple villagers would already arrive to haul in the new harvest. Anomie brushed her fingers against an empty stall that would normally be filled with fresh vegetables, but instead, it only had a small stock of green onions and a potato that looked shriveled up and near dead.
And here the Water Daimyō spends village currency on Akatsuki assassins rather than supporting the sorry state of economy in the Mist village?
"At least now I know why Kisame could never go to this mission," Anomie's fingers brushed along the small shriveled up apple on the next stall. She didn't pause this time. "Wanted criminals really should stay away from the area that they are most wanted."
"Take your own advice then," Konan told her, causing Anomie to chuckle.
"What can I say? If you saw how delicious the Copycat Ninja was, you'd wanna run your teeth over his body too," she replied, causing Konan to visibly grimace. "What? You've never rubbed piercing with Pein?"
"Pein-sama," Konan corrected.
"Do you scream that a lot?" Anomie's grin got even more amused, and she inched closer to Konan. "I noticed that you didn't say no. Tell me, call it a cat's curiosity. Is he pierced in unsavory places? Are you?"
"You have three seconds to back off, or Kisame's going to need another partner."
"Relax, I'm only joking. Sometimes I forget how prudish you virgins really are," Anomie laughed as she turned away, walking towards the empty market. "When you see the Daimyō, ask him if he still has that wife of his. I'd love to see the inside of his wallet."
"Shut up," Konan said, turning to leave.
"Be back quickly," Anomie told her, and Konan shut her eyes and turned to walk away. "Wait!" At Anomie's shout, Konan turned her head. "I miss you already!"
Konan's scoff and presence disappeared and so did Anomie's smile, causing her to go back to the expressionless paradise of youth. The woman a distance away sat on a bench, a dagger in hand as she held it over her stomach. The woman's dark black hair was matted against her cheeks, and her cheeks were hallowed out, giving her the echo of a former beauty that she lost from the lack of food and sleep. Anomie noticed the far off gaze that remained on a memory that wasn't visible to the naked eye.
"If you're trying to abort the baby, that's not the way to go," Anomie warned her, and the woman's head snapped up and her dark blue eyes met her gaze, remaining the only thing about this girl that hadn't lost its beauty. Anomie vaguely remembered the girl from a time long ago on a mission from Anbu. The little child that hid behind her father's robes was a ghost, reflected in this broken girl's gaze. "You could try black cohosh with a later intake of red cohosh. Or, if you want to hide your plans from a protective father, cinnamon or papaya have a way of ending a pregnancy."
The woman only stared, her eyes glossy and empty. Anomie found the entire situation to be quite amusing by far.
"Or, if cutting the child out is the way you want to go, you should know that at this point of pregnancy, you'd miss," Anomie carefully moved the woman's hand so the tip of the dagger dragged down, just underneath the bellybutton. "Are you looking to end your life?"
"What's it to you?" For the first time, the girl's old attitude came back into her voice. It was entitled and pompous, casing Anomie's lips to curl.
Anomie knelt down, her long white hair swooping over her shoulders as the vibrant orange tint glinted as she met the girl's gaze. "Nothing. I'm just killing time talking to cowards."
"Coward?" The word tasted wrong on the raven haired girl's tongue. She couldn't have heard that right. People had been dancing around their words for weeks, so careful to avoid offense and yet some stranger was just blatantly offending her. "How...How dare you."
Fire came back to the girl's eyes, much to Anomie's amusement as she hid her lower face by her palm as she propped her chin into her hand. "How dare I? Spare me your wrath."
"You don't know anything...the things I've gone through, you could never comprehend," the girl hissed out, her dagger tightening in her grasp. "Father hired you? He seeks revenge for what has happened."
"And what do you seek?" Anomie asked, standing tall once more as she took in the way the girl's arms were slumped.
"I seek a way to make this to have never happened," she whispered. "Nothing more."
"Well," Anomie's lips quirked up. "Until I figure out how to go back in time, how about you make a realistic request. For a price, I'd be happy to oblige."
The girl's eyes raised high, and her lips settled into a frown as a light once more shined in her eyes. "Can you get rid of it? In a way that won't hurt?"
Anomie's hand landed on the girl's flat stomach, watching the girl's breath hitch in her throat. "Is that what you want? Truly? Some women grow to love a child they once hated."
"What is your price? I have money," her voice was desperate, but Anomie's heart was sealed.
"Your father's money," Anomie tisked her tongue, her lips quirking up as her eyes met the girl's gaze, still trying to remember the child's name. "I want something that only you can give me."
"What is that?"
"Your friendship. Should I come to you in the future with a favor, you must oblige," Anomie told her, and the fifteen year old girl contemplated the words, uncertain of the white haired girl's vague wording. "It's a debt in blood."
"What is the favor?" she asked, and Anomie's eyes twinkled in a way that seemed unrelentingly mischievous.
"I do not know yet, but it's always useful to have a political ally, should I need it," Anomie told her, and the girl's brows furrowed together. "But do not worry, I would never ask of anything that would persuade you from your virtue."
"I have no virtue anymore..." the girl told her, causing Anomie's brow to raise.
"Even whores have virtues, kid. People can rape and kill, but it's all flesh. It's your own choice to let them fuck your body and kill your heart."
"I didn't let them do anything," the girl hissed, and Anomie scoffed.
"He's long gone, and yet you are allowing him to control your life and fuck your nightmares," Anomie's hand flattened against the girl's belly, gathering Chakra into her hand. "What do you say, Fuuma Yuki?"
"Just get rid of it."
"If that's what you really want," Anomie pressed against the girl's belly, but Yuki's hand shook just before Anomie was about to turn her hand into smoke and enter the girl's belly to grip onto the soon to be bastard in the girl's stomach.
"Wait...stop," Yuki was frightened, and Anomie could see the fear in her eyes so easily like a doe in the crossfire. "I'm scared."
"I know," Anomie's voice was gentle as she smiled. "I must give off such a sweet vibe, but I don't know why people are so quick to think I actually care about their problems. Maybe I smile too much? Maybe I should cut back on the flowers? But either take the deal or don't. I can find other ways to occupy my time."
Yuki had started to tear up once more, "Just do it...please. I just want this to be over."
"Oh it will never be over," Anomie's lips curled as her hand turned to smoke, entering the girl's belly. "Even when you think you are free and you've forgotten, trauma has a way of warping how you see the world." Yuki hunched over, coughing as smoke filled her lungs and Anomie raised her hand as it reformed. "It's been fun. Don't forget about are deal. And don't worry, I'll bring you back the head of your rapist as an added bonus to remember me by. Have a lovely day as an almost-mother."
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"I asked you not to get into any trouble," Konan scolded, watching as Anomie tied her hair and sat by the fire. It had been an awkward silence after leaving the village, with Konan annoyed after Anomie reported her daily activities.
"You have to admit, that order was vague," Anomie replied.
"I just don't understand. The village was huge, how is it you manage to run into the one person you were not supposed to see."
"I am particularly good at finding things. It's a gift."
"I doubt that."
"Give me a chance, and I can find that stick you shoved up your ass," Anomie laughed when Konan held a knife to her neck, pressed hot against her skin. The white of her hair stuck to her lips as her eyes met Konan's with half lidded amusement. "Did I finally break down that barrier of yours. Come on, make my day and slit my throat."
"Do you want to die?" Konan asked and Anomie's smile widened.
"Not at all," Anomie reached forward, allowing the knife to dig into her neck so she peck the blue haired woman's lips with an amused giggle. "I'm actually afraid to die."
"What are you doing?"
Anomie's brows raised, "Blowing off some steam. It's an offer I extend to people as beautiful as you. What do you say? Give me ten minutes and I can show you the good side of a brothel."
Konan shoved Anomie back so the woman would slam against her elbows on the ground with a laugh as Konan went back to her spot.
"All you had to do was say no, but I can't say that I don't like a little aggression."
Author's Note
芥子(黄) Keshi(ki) Poppy (yellow) success.
I'm exhausted. It's like 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. I've been getting more negative review lately, so it was a little disheartening, but that's life. I'm only saying this because I know others will use negative reviews as an excuse to give up, but don't. Take it as a challenge to better yourself and your work. Edit and look over your work. Sometimes, you don't have to change anything at all because some people just have a different taste in writing than you do and that's okay.
One thing that I would appreciate though, because no negative review I've gotten has been actually constructive, if you don't tell me what you didn't like then I can't fix it or see if it needs to be fixed. If you just leave a comment saying you didn't like it and that it, then that isn't you being a constructive critic, that's just you being a child who wants attention to your opinion that I couldn't care less about unless I can grow from the comment. So if anyone is going to leave any kind of criticism on a piece of writing, then make sure it's actually constructive. Don't be that guy.
Now, on a lighter note, I love you all for reading. Really, thank you for sticking around and being just so great. Anomie has grown a lot in the last twenty chapters, but now she's sort of regressing, but it won't be in the way she had before. The person she was before was filled with self hatred and self pity, and I made the decision for her to let some of that go and become a version of who she was during the Rin segments, however with a bit more sadism and snark.
Added a bit of Anomie and Konan in there, mostly because I think it would help her grow, and not much is known about Konan's overall personality so it gives me the freedom to expand on yet another character that Kishimoto let go to waste (Much like Rin).
As far as Kakashi's appearances in this chapter or the next one, to be honest it's unlikely. Like, I want him in the story more, but I think their paths are just so different right now that I physically don't know how to include them in the same vicinity, especially since Kakashi is done with here and Anomie is done with everyone.
Right, and is there anything in specific anyone was hoping to happen? I don't think I've ever asked, and I'm more than willing to oblige if someone wants specifically moments or characters to interact more.
Thank you for everything you guys, and have a good day!
