A/N: EDIT: Well, it didn't take long for the flames to show up...can't we all just get along? T_T
What Could Have Been will be updated tomorrow.
Please read this to the end before your render your review~! I promise you won't be dissappointed!
...this is either going to be one of the most ambitious things I've done...or an utter failure, if only because I've never attempted this before.
*braces for hate*
First and foremost, the story title came from the song "I'm Still Here" by John Rzeznik. Aye, the guy from Treasure Planet.
As ever, the Embers rule Remains; sad as that may sound, its the truth. If folks don't like this story...well, it won't be continued. Most likely, I'll delete it if it comes to that. I haven't the time to write something folks don't like. Two jobs keep me terribly busy as such that I have barely any time to write.
And still, I try my best to persist with the daily updates. Why, you ask? Oddly enough, it keeps me sane.
I really can't write without feedback, sad as it sounds. Sorry to bother you...T_T
The request was as follows:
*looks at the Request Folder* Naruto and Sasuke reincarnated in Remnant as kids with their full memories intact, during Ozpin and Salem's little cold war. Naruto would eventually act like Gojo while Sasuke would essentially be a more mellow version of Sukuna. Those are characters from Jujutsu Kaisen, for the record.
Does that make this, that be a triple crossover of sorts? Not really.
As ever, I own no references, themes, or memes.
And with that said...heeeeere we go! Hope this makes you smile.
"We're not going to let a little thing like death stop us, are we?"
"This isn't over. No. This is just the beginning."
"We'll come back even stronger. You'll see!"
~Naruto and Sasuke.
I'm Still Here
"Are we dead?"
...so it would seem."
Naruto blinked. Or rather, he tried to blink and failed spectacularly. He no longer possessed the eyes to do so. Didn't have arms or legs, either. He couldn't see. Couldn't taste anything. His ever sense had been stripped away, and while his power -his chakra!- yet remained, he found himself unable to access it; to do anything more than spin in the void.
The sole sense that remained was his hearing; and even that was fading fast.
At least he wasn't alone. He could take cold comfort in that. He would've gone mad if he was alone.
"I mean really, are we dead?" he tried to muster some semblance of confidence and failed utterly. "It feels like we're dead. We won, didn't we, Sasuke?"
...I believe so." a pause in the void. "Isshki's gone. We killed him. I saw his body crumble to dust."
"But we died." He felt the need to emphasize that. "We're dead."
...Hmm."
"We don't have bodies anymore."
"Hmm."
"What are we, souls?" he tried to move something and experienced only a nauseating sense of vertigo as everything spun. "I can't see anything; hell, I can barely hear your voice. Can't even tell if Kurama's still with me...
"Hmm."
"DON'T YOU "HMM" ME!" anger sparked in him as he raised his...voice? Was that his voice? Or were these just his thoughts? Bah! Semantics! "This is a problem! We're dead!"
"We are, but in the same vein we aren't." somehow, his old friend's voice remained calm. "If we were, we wouldn't be able to communicate like this."
Fair point. Unless...? "What, is this limbo or something?"
"Does it really matter? Dead or not, we won. With the Ootsuki gone, Sakura and the others will be safe."
...I guess." Had he possessed lips, Naruto would've frowned, as a soul, he lacked the capacity to do even that. That didn't stop him from feeling the crushing sorrow of their imminent demise. "Its just, I didn't get to say goodbye to Boruto, ya know?"
He didn't want to think about that.
"You think I don't feel the same? Sarada will be furious once she finds."
Apparently he could still feel regret. All the regret. "Ouch. Sorry, I didn't mean-
"Its not your fault. We did what we had to. We won; in the end, that's all that matters. Although...
Though he lacked the lips to frown, Naruto felt his soul twitch regardless. "Although what? You're freaking me out, here."
"You're not worried about Boruto?"
"I am, but he's my kid, ya know? I have faith in him.
Silence was Sasuke's answer. It seemed to stretch on into eternity.
.
..
...are you really gonna just roll over and die? Are ya happy with this?"
"Of course not." here at last, a thread of emotion pushed through his teammate's voice. "I wanted to live. But its done. What of you? Are you content?"
Was he? The answer was obvious, even to him.
"Hell no!"
"Then neither am I." came the stoic reply. "Wherever we are, we can't go back at the moment. We can only move forward. If there's a life after this, we'll do it better. After all, its not over so long as we're alive."
"Since when did you become such a philosopher?" He scoffed, happy for the distraction nonetheless. "But come to think of it, a world without gods would be nice."
"Agreed." Sasuke's voice -or was it his soul?- scoffed in his ear. "Kaguya was bad enough. I've dealt with enough deities for one lifetime."
"I hear ya." The blond found himself laughing as the darkness swarmed in. "But even if we start over, I won't forget a thing."
"Maybe you should." Regret tinged his teammate's tone. "It might be less painful this way."
There was a part of him that was tempted. All those failures. All those mistakes. All those lessons. The friends he'd made. A love so powerful it seared his spirit. He'd miss them. Miss them so much it would hurt. How did you live a full life and move onto another? It terrified him; if only because he had no way of knowing what lay ahead. But he would never forget. To abandon his memories -these feelings!- would be a slap in the face of all who helped him. He'd not abandon them.
"No! Never!"
...me neither." It seemed to hearten his old friend. "Even if we move on, grow old and die, I won't forget."
A poignant pain stabbed at what passed for Naruto's chest. "I would say no to new friends, though. Or a family. That'd be nice...
"We all change, when you think about it." Sasuke almost sounded sad to say the words. "We're all different people, Naruto. all through our lives." Naruto experienced a painful flash of memory in that moment, so sharp it stung his soul. "And that's okay." Another flash, sharper than the last. "That's good." something was happening now, he could feel it. "So long as you remember the person you used to be. I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember."
"We both will." He warmed to it even as his consciousness began to fade. "We won't lose anyone this time! No one's going to die! Not on our watch!"
Laughter, old and tired. so very faint now. He strained to hear it. "Wherever we end up, we'll change the world-no, we'll save it."
"Ain't that a tall order?" he tittered a little, happy for the distraction. "We barely pulled it off this time."
A low chuckle answered. "Maybe so, but you've proven me wrong before. Not bad...for an idiot."
"Oi!" he sputtered. "Was that a smirk?! Are you smirking at me?!"
...we don't have bodies, Naruto. How can I smirk?"
"I can hear it in your voice, ya know!"
Laughter. Distant now. A whisper.
"H-Hey!" anxiety bloomed anew in what passed for his chest. "Don't go fading out on me yet."
...I don't think I have a choice. This isn't the end, Naruto. Not here. Not yet. Not for us."
"Oi! You're starting to sound like you know where we'll end up, ya know."
...call it a hunch."
"Fine, be cryptic." he stuck out his nonexistent tongue. "I hope you're reborn as some evil queen's kid. That'll show you."
"That was uncalled for." Sasuke took the jest in good spirit. Ironic, given it was all that remained of them. "Just for that, I hope your father's a doddering old fool with more age than sense."
"Low blow!"
"You started it, Naruto."
"I swear by the sage, if I wake up and I'm not blond I will END you."
A lifetime ago, they would've fought to the death over such a remark. Now? Both souls laughed. Why wouldn't they? They'd nothing left to lose. Perhaps they both realized it; that even as one life was ending, another had just begun. Even so, they kept laughing. Until they couldn't any longer.
...its getting kinda hard to hear ya, Sasuke."
"You as well."
Light filled his vision.
He winced. "Guess this is it, then."
"See you on the other side, Naruto. Try not to die again before we reunite."
"Me?!" His pride prickled at that remark. "Just you wait! I'll be twice as strong! You'll see!"
"I suppose I will.
...Sasuke."
...?"
"Live without regrets this time, alright?" He barreled on, babbling before he could think better of it. "Have a full life. Wherever we end up, whether its thirty years from now, or a hundred, make sure you have a nice big family." he recalled that miserable boy he'd seen sitting by the river. "Smile with 'em. Laugh with 'em. Don't sit all by yourself this time, alright? When we meet again, you better have at least three kids!
Silence stretched between them; as it grew longer, he began to fear the worst.
And then he heard it.
...you too, Naruto. Be well."
He felt it, then, a faint tugging sensation. "Sasuke? You feel that?"
"..."
Silence reigned supreme. Alone. Immovable.
Naruto grimaced against it and hoped against hope. He called for Sasuke again. This time, no one answered. His voice -or what passed for it- echoed endlessly into oblivion. Words folded in on themselves. Just like that, he was alone. Here at last, grief crashed down on him. Here at last, he felt it. Fear. Absence. Loss.
He raged against it all, the dying of the light.
"Damnit! It wasn't supposed to be this way! Not like this!"
His soul curled in on itself and he made a small, sad, miserable little noise.
"I don't want to go...
He was still speaking when what remained of his world burst into blinding light.
(.0.0.0.)
Salem screamed.
That pained shriek sound echoed off the walls of her terror, a wail so sharp it threatened to etch glass. It didn't stop there. She ached her back and snarled anew, spitting curses at the ceiling, at the gods, at herself for being so foolish. She screamed until her throat bled, cracked, and healed again.
And so she continued to rage.
Grimm for miles around raised their heads outside the tower, sensing their queen's distress. Perhaps they were aware of it; cognizant on some level of what was to come. Still, they had been barred from the castle by their mistress. There was naught they could do but wait as she raged. And in her anger, the pain only blazed hotter.
"Damn you!"
She hadn't felt such pain in eons; not since she'd given birth to her daughters. And she had naught but herself to blame.
It had been a moment of weakness, a chance dalliance with an unwitting huntsman who'd blundered into the Grimmlands; another lost soul in search of fame and glory. He had proven entertaining...for a time. Handsome in a rough way, strong enough to hold her interest. She'd killed the fool once he outlived his usefulness, of course; once he rebelled against her and sought to take her life. It was only proper.
But he'd had the last laugh hadn't he? The bastard!
It shouldn't have been possible. Her body was even more tainted now than it had ever been. Corrupted.
And yet here she was. Nine months later, giving birth and cursing that hunter to the blackest pit she could imagine.
Watts prodded her anew. "Push, my queen!"
Salem roared at him. "SILENCE!"
A fresh contraction rocked her body just then, drawing a gasp of pain from her lips. Her magic went wild, surging up and out of her control, to rend both a nearby wall and the windows within. Glass whistled through the air. Nevermore wheeled away as she screamed anew. Salem paid it no heed.
She would not allow the others to see her like this.
And so she'd sent them all away. All save Watts. He was a doctor, after all. He should be useful for this sort of thing...or so she'd reasoned at the time. Hazel was too sentimental and Tyrian was...well, Tyrian.
When one was immortal, pain meant little. She could not die from this. Her curse wouldn't allow such.
But it hurt!
It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! Even now she felt herself tearing and healing, tearing again, only to heal anew. On and on it went, as it had been for the last twelve hours. It was agony unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She'd endured torment unlike any other, but if this was childbirth in her current state, then never again!
"Push!"
With one final cry her prince came into the world. Her heir.
A sharp, startled cry pierced the air, the gasp of a startled newborn dragged kicking and screaming into life. The umbilical cord quickly severed, Watts then swaddled the little one and pushed it into her arms with brisk dispatch. He was nothing if not efficient. But he'd served his purpose.
"Out." she all but spat the word. "Now."
Arthur knew better than to question; like a good minion he obeyed, not one to risk her wrath. Good. He knew his place. Salem barely paid him any heed. She sank back onto her pillows, chest heaving, brow slicked with sweat. As ever, the Gods' infernal curse worked quickly to mend the damage, but it could do nothing for her stamina.
'Well,' her mind supplied less-than-helpfully, 'Congratulations. You're a mother again. I hope that nookie was worth it...
Her at last, Salem saw him.
A pale boy with ebony hair and dark burning eyes blinked back at her. Her son. He looked...remarkably normal. Calm, too. Almost eerily so. She'd nearly expected -and feared!- that she might give birth to some awful abominations. Perhaps his skin was a bit pale, but she saw no defects. Perhaps he would grow to look more like her as he matured. Hmm. Yes. She rather liked the sound of that.
This was her boy.
Hers and hers alone. Her...son.
That lonely little word reverberated deep within Salem's black heart.
Maternal instinct reared its head; an overprotective serpent coiling around her thoughts. Age old feelings she'd not thought to experience again. Yet here they were. Pale arms curled around the little one in her arms. My, bu this eyes were red. Almost inhuman. Ozma must never learn of him. If he did, he might well storm the tower and seek to slay him. He'd not done such before, but she wouldn't put it past him and his ilk.
And still, the boy wasn't crying.
Salem felt the beginnings of a frown marr her pale face.
He was alive, he was blinking at her, she could sense his life force keen as her own, but why so silent?
...will you not cry?" she asked -begged!- of her strange, silent child. "Say something."
He almost seemed to scowl at her. Was he mute? Could he not-
"Waaaaah!"
Ah! There it was.
Relief took wing in her heart and she nestled him against the fullness of her breast, urging him to suckle. He seemed to resist for a moment before he gave in. She gazed upon her boy once more as he fed. A pale hand stroked his little head, even as the other held him close. Adorable. She tried to tamp down her instincts, but her body wasn't having it. She cooed softly and kissed his forehead. Her son made a tiny little noise at that. Almost like a sigh. Surely she'd imagined it.
For so long she'd desired nothing more than an end. Yet now, with this babe in her arms, she found herself at a loss.
.
..
...hmm. World domination-and-or-destruction could come later. For now, she would cherish this moment.
She looked at him and he looked back with those squinted eyes of his. He recognized her. Was that a spark of comprehension in his gaze? Nay. It couldn't be. But was he not of her blood? Surely his would grow to be a cunning mind in time. He would want for nothing, be tutored by the finest minds she could find. If he required friends, they would be brought to him. And if Watts, Hazel, or Tyrian erred in any of these sacred duties, if they upset it...well. She could always find new minions.
But what to name him? She'd never given it thought until now, not even deigned to consider it.
In the end, one came to Salem - almost as if someone had whispered into her ear.
...hello, little Sasuke."
That at least, seemed to please him.
Salem exhaled softly and held her son close.
"None will harm you." she swore softly to herself. "You will lack for nothing in this world. It will all be yours. I swear on my blackened soul."
(.0.0.0.)
"Push, Glynda!"
A moment of weakness had come back to bite Ozpin.
Perhaps bite wasn't quite the right word. It was gnawing on him. Taking sheer strips out of his heart.
In hindsight it had been foolish succumbing to drink as they had on that day, nine months ago; but there had been ample reason to celebrate at the time. A Maiden secured, Salem thwarted for yet another year, students graduating, really, why not break out the liquor? What could possibly happen between colleagues?
Only everything.
A simple night of passion escalated into so much more. Who could have foreseen it? One thing had led to another and...well. He was many things, but a widower he was not. He'd not given much thought to children for so many years, let alone fathering one. Yet here he was.
Now he winced as the blond woman before him gasped in pain; her pride broken at last, voice rising in a sharp cry. Her hand bit down on his wrist. Not a cry. A snarl. Her green eyes met his, sharp an' angry. Oh, dear. That really was a solid grip she had on his arm. He could feel his bones crumbling. He'd need a cast after this. James would never let him live this down...assuming he survived the next hour. Ouch! There went another bone! The next five minutes were looking dicey indeed..
"You did this to me!"
Oh gods. He could feel the nurses glaring.
"To be fair," he gulped, "That was not my intent at the time...
"Aaaaaargh!"
A poor choice of words perhaps, but it gave her the strength -or anger?- to push through.
With one final heave, he heard a nurse exclaim the good news.
"Its a boy!"
.
..
...why was it so silent?
The child didn't make a sound.
One of nurses cut the cord and swept him away.
Dread seized Ozpin's heart in a furious fist as Glynda slumped back to the bed. He feared the worst; a stillbirth. Panic reared its head as he noted Glynda's waxy complexion. No. No, the Gods could not be that cruel. She was strong, perhaps the strongest Huntress in a generation, but at this moment she was perilously weak. And that was a great deal of blood...
"Ozpin. Let me see him." her voice was a hoarse whisper. "Let me see my son."
Not a single nurse would look at him. Ozpin frowned.
'No. Not this time.'
With speed that bellied his age, he reached over and plucked the boy back. A nurse squawked at him, but he paid her little heed. His finger's brushed the baby's chest and found the malady. Aha. There. Fluid in his lungs. Easily remedied, even with what little magic he possessed. Bolstering his life force was easy. Effortless, even. It might even making the lad stronger in the coming days. Thrice as quickly, he reached over and weaved a thread of magic into Glynda. Just a bit. Just a touch, enough to spark her flagging aura and speed her healing; because any moment now-
"Waaaah!"
Sure enough, a lusty cry pierced the air.
Glynda surged upright with a gasp, expression needy.
With a patience born of eternity, Ozpin delivered Glynda's child into her waiting arms. She made a pleased noise and held him closed to her breasts. The nurses could tut all they liked, and although there would doubtlessly be questions for this later he would endure as he always had. A son. How long had it been since he'd had any family of his own...?
"Look at him. He heard Glynda coo softly. "He's perfect."
Was he? Ozpin couldn't rightly say. It had been at least two centuries since he'd tried to rear a family. Perhaps he was out of practice. Still, he felt some manner of father pride at the sight. He'd made more mistakes than any man woman or child alive, but surely this was a good thing. They'd done this. They'd brought new life into the world; one that would never have existed otherwise. Perhaps in time this boy would yet grow up and have sons and daughters of his own.
Grandchildren? Yes, that sounded rather nice. Great grandchildren even more so, perhaps even Great-great-great grandchildren?
The idea of so many descendants, a bloodline continuing long into the hereafter...it warmed his old soul.
...perhaps this time, Ozpin mused, Salem wouldn't eradicate it out of petty spite. Had she not done so before? Time and time again she'd ripped happiness from his grasp; who was to say she wouldn't make yet another attempt the moment she learned of this? No, no, he was getting ahead of himself. Focus.
On a whim, he glanced down at the newborn babe. His son, he reminded himself.
'Gods above, I really am rusty...
Bright blue eyes -by the gods they were glowing!- blinked back at him within a pudgy whiskered face, framed by a faint crown of blond hair. The baby blinked at him, and for a moment, those eyes flickered red. He blinked and the image shifted. Even then it almost seemed as if he saw him, comprehended him as an adult might. Nonsense of course. He was just imagining it. Wasn't he?
Strange. He had the oddest feeling that the infant was watching him; almost as if he knew what he'd done for him.
He'd not thought of a name for the boy; such had ever eluded him and Glynda until this moment.
But it came to him now, a whisper in his ear, impossible to ignore. "...hello there, Naruto."
Glynda gave him a black look. "You would name him that. It will do, I suppose...
Ozpin smiled indulgently. He noticed something else, just then.
...why was the baby scowling at him now?!
A/N: To clarify! Naruto and Sasuke have been reborn -with memories and power almost completely intact mind you!- approximately six months before the main cast; Weiss, Blake, Yang, etc. In other words, they'll be a half a year older than them by the time of Volume One and only a little more than that in Ruby's case.
Good lord, those two are going to raise havoc. Time will tell when they become aware of another...
And there we go.
As ever, the Embers rule Remains; sad as that may sound, its the truth. If folks don't like this story...well, it won't be continued. Most likely, I'll delete it and consign it to the void it comes to that. I haven't the time to write something folks don't like. Two jobs keep me terribly busy as such that I have barely any time to write.
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EDIT: Quick note, "My Domain" by Divide Music plays well into the next chapter.
"There is a saying. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."
Ozpin blinked, taken aback. "Only seven years old and you're already lecturing me. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were all grown up."
Blue eyes twinkled. "You have no idea."
They were going to kill her.
...he was going to have to intervene, wasn't he?
"Blast it." Sasuke sighed. "The things we do to save the world...Tyrian!" he snapped his fingers. "Take the girl! She comes with us."
"Another one?" A gleeful giggle filled his ears. "Hee! But of course, far be it from me to question the young master...
EDIT: Yup, full on Gojo moment here...
"Stay behind me, alright? I'll protect ya."
She hiccuped softly, scrubbing at tear eyes with the back of her hands. "M'kay...
He didn't even know her name, or what she looked like under all the dirt, but that tore it. Good girl. Must protect.
Evidently, his adversary disagreed. "You can't protect her and fight me at the same time, boy. You'll only slow yourself down."
A small, lazy smile plucked at his lips. "Can't protect her, eh...?"
He really could. Honestly, he couldn't help but laugh at the brute before him.
"It'll be fine!" Naruto waved a tan hand, grinning from ear to ear. "After all," a chuckle escaped him as he smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. "You're weak."
Silence stretched between the three of them, long and ponderous. He wonder how it must look; a mere child talking down to an adult more than twice his size. Said adult had gone still, no doubt realizing the utter insult he'd just received. Naruto watched, waited, saw the comprehension dawn in his eyes.
And THEN.
His adversary absolutely exploded into incandescent rage.
"Don't underestimate me brat! I'm going to enjoy beating that smug face of yours to a pulp!"
"There you are, Kurama...
"Oops...?"
Naruto slapped his forehead as he considered the frozen foe before him.
One good hard look without his blindfold, and his enemy just...froze up. Staring into space. Even now, they didn't seem to see him. He leaned past him, considering the bleached world he'd accidentally created. Like a cold marble cut in time. The look of utter despair on his opponent's visage was. As though they could see everything, had become one with everything, unable to move because of it.
...maybe Oz was right about the blindfold. Best he kept this thing on for the time being.
"Alright, I couldn't do this before. What the hell have I become...?
Growing up again was hard. Least of all when you had the mind of an adult in the body of a child.
"Eat your vegetables, dear." Glynda's smile was soft, indulgent even. "Don't you want to grow up big and strong?"
Naruto sighed. "Right I can do this. Its for the greater good...
"Get your ass in there. Right now! This is your chance. Don't run away again. Don't hide. Yang needs you. She's crying! Because of you! Because she was looking for you!"
"Who the hell do you think you are-
"DID I STUTTER?!
Raven whimpered. "Holy crap this kid's scary...
Glynda tilted her head just so. Green eyes burned with balefire. Maiden Fire.
"Harm my son, and I will harm you. Are we clear?"
...who are you?"
"I'm Ruby!" the little girl grinned. "Wanna see my scythe?"
"No." Cinder sniffled like the teenager she still was. "I don't trust you."
The words echoed endlessly in Salem's tower.
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
Child, he wanted to say, I'm the only person you CAN trust in this crazy place.
"Trust is relative." he said instead. "You need a friend."
"Limits? Those are all in your head. Imagine a future version of yourself who's freely surpassed your limits. Call it an ideal. A curse, whatever. The only thing holding you back...is you."
"Even a Grimm would miss their arm, right?"
The Ursa roared in surprise and stumbled back, balking as Sasuke clutched its limb in hand. A spectral violet arm slammed it down.
"That's it." a small smile touched his face as he reared back and stomped on the beast's masked visage. "Try harder. More. More! Put more force behind your attack when you hit me!"
In the background, Cinder's jaw dropped.
"You. Can't. Hit me."
"Then what do you call the last five minutes?!"
"Pity. Here," Naruto smiled, "Hold out your hand. I'll show you why you couldn't get close...
Reluctantly, they did so. An inch from his palm, their hand hit a visible crimson barrier. "What the devil?!"
"Fox, actually. Y'see, when I was reborn, I kinda got an upgrade, and I'm figurin' Sasuke did, too. You know what they say." he tugged up the blindfold, revealing his eyes. "What is dead may never die...
"Are you ready for your first day of initiation?"
Naruto fiddled with his blindfold. "Ready as I'll ever be." Sinister scarlet slits peeked through the thick black cloth as he tugged up the fabric. " Do I have to wear this thing?" he growled as it pushed his hair back, making it stand straight up in a spiky mess.
"To hide your eyes, you most certainly do."
His son sighed. "Everyone's gonna think I'm blind."
Ozpin patted his head. "Better that than revealing your true abilities."
Wasn't like they could hurt him, but sure. ...fine, fine."
"Look at you!" Ozpin wiped a tear from his eye. "They grow up so fast. Why it feels like just yesterday Glynda and I were changing your diapers."
Naruto went red from head to toe. "Daaaaad! You're embarrassing me! You're the headmaster for crying out loud!
Glynda patted his head. "Do watch out for strangers in the Emerald Forest. And avoid Miss Rose if you can."
"Mom! How the hell am I gonna get a team, then?! Ugh, can't believe I reincarnated into this mess...
Ozpin quirked a brow. "What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Salem slapped her forehead. "My son, why do you do this to me?"
Sasuke smiled softly to himself.
All part of the plan.
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