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By
Neohowler
chapter 2
"Settle down class," Ms. Aseri waled over the room of students. She waited a few seconds as the students scurry and ran about to get to their desk. When she was certain she had the full attention of the class, Ms. Aseri started again, "Welcome class A-8. I will be your teacher for the first hour of the day, you may refer to me as Ms. Aseri. Now, I want to introduce you to Mugen Academy's first transfer student since it had been rebuilt, Li Syaoran."
Everyone's eyes turned towards the young chinese boy standing infront of the room. Several "Oooh," "Ahhh," and "wow!" trailed the introduction. Soon followed by "Oh he's cute!" and "Wannabe friends." and "I wonder if he has a girlfriend." Syaoran couldn't help but flinched at the last comment. At the moment, Syaoran felt glad that Wei and his mother had forced him to go through the streneous hours of mental control over his empathic gifts. Otherwise, if Syaoran hadn't sheild his powers at the moment, all of the combined hostility from the boys and the overdriven hormones of the girls would've sent him running and packing.
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class," Ms. Aseri asked, pointing her arms towards the room full of students. However, her words barely even registered to Syaoran. Syaoran was a bit preoccupied at the moment scanning the faces and energy reading of his new classmates. Storing and branding every bit of information into his memory, with the aid of magic of course. After a short moment of silence and memory engraining, Syaoran was about to conclude that his new classmates were 'normal' kids, when Syaoran's PMS (Powerful Magic Sensors) started going off the wall. After tuning down his PMS (need I write out the entire meaning again?), Syaoran's sight fell upon the source of the high energy source and a familiar face.
Tomoe Hotaru stiffened in her seat like a deer caught in the headlights as those deep amber eyes rested upon her. Eyes that seemed like they could burn into the depths of her soul. Eyes that seemed to be undressing her down to the barebone and reading her thoughts like an open book. She could almost feel the invisible arms of those eyes reaching out into her mind and pulling out every bit of information it can. Yet, strangely, Hotaru felt relieved. Relieved at the fact that out of all the girls in the room, it was her those eyes chose to fall upon. It was her that those cat curious eyes were studying with the utmost earnest. She felt giddy and excited at the attention of the one boy she had ever craved attention from since her father. She also felt a great deal of fear and confusion as well.
There was a certain feeling of being uncomfterable as Syaoran stared at her with those predatory eyes. Like as if he was searching for an old memory or something famaliar in her face. Almost as if he was trying to remember something that was almost forgotten, but on the brink of famaliarity(once again, a strange word that may not exist in the english dictionary, but it works just fine for me). But just couldn't place where the feeling of knowing was and how come it was there.
Syaoran stared at the girl he'd ran into this morning with the utmost earnest. Reaching for her emotions with his empathic gifts and searching her very emotions to find any trace of ill intent. Eventually, he found none. However, Syaoran was able to find old traces of links to a rather dark and extremely powerful dark force. It was severed, however, that doesn't mean that the link can't be reestablished. Syaoran also found another link as well. A stronger and much more soothing link. A familiar and magical link full of silverish white specs of moon magic. Syaoran dismissed the link for the moment. Writing it off as a close encounter with someone who has a high amount of Moon magic, like Yukito had or Yue. Last I heard, Yukito and Touya was doing some kinda of out of school study here in Juuban, so...
He let the thought hang and returned to the 'job' at hand. However, he wasn't picking up the strong power source he'd read earlier from her though. He felt a certain amount of magic from Hotaru, however, it was rather dim. Weak. But Syaoran also felt a hint of a barrier of some kind that was holding back and enormous amount of power. A source of magic stronger than all of Eriol's, Sakura's, Touya's, Kero, Spinal Sun, Ruby Moon, and Yukito/Yue magical powers combined. Enough power to literally level an entire world!
While Syaoran was running all of the new information through his mind, Ms. Aseri was starting to get annoyed. The boy had simply ingored her request as if she was not even there. Getting a bit irratated, Ms. Aseri repeated her question/demand. "Now Syaoran, I know that you can be shy the first day. But here, its considered good manners to introduce yourself to a new class. Wouldn't you like to show the class how well mannered you are by introducing yourself?"
A simple, neutral "No" came from Syaoran.
Almost immediately, the entire class room gasped in shock at Syaoran's response. Actually, half the room was already halfway out of their seats and getting ready to run for the door if need be. Ms. Aseri was a great teacher and her methods were effective, if rather odd. However, her short temper was widely known and fear. If she felt like punshing the bad-doer wasn't enough, she would usually take out her anger on the rest of the class. And going against her request would probably fit under bad. Which was why, almost all the students couldn't help but stare in shock at Syaoran. They deduced, that either Syaoran was really brave or really really really stupid. Scratch that. Stupid was more of an understatement. Even a stupid idiot wouldn't want to mess with Ms. Aseri's temper. Infact, rumor was that she once took out a few thugs when they wouldn't rob her correctly. Of course no one really believed this.
Hotaru was just as much in shock as her classmates were at Syaoran's response. She didn't think she would lose a new friend so fast after she just meet them too. No one, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, talked to Ms. Aseri in that 'no tone in your voice' tone of voice. Not even the principal had the guts to approach Ms. Aseri in that tone. Heck, not even Haruka could muster the courage to raise her voice against Ms. Aseri and here was Syaoran, a transfer student, totally rebeling against her. Okay, so maybe rebelling was a strong word, but you get the idea. Of course if Hotaru knew that compared to the women that Syaoran normally deals with, Ms. Aseri wasn't even considered a workout. However, there is the old saying that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn,' to think about as well.
"Please," Ms. Aseri forced a false smile on as she grit her teeth and tried to refrain of choking the student. "Would you please introduce yourself to the classroom, so we may get on with our day?!" Syaoran slightly turned to look at her for a second, before putting on a scowl, which took Ms. Aseri every bit of will power she had not to just reach out and strangle the boy. Her day's allowance of patience was wearing thin and this CHILD was grinding on her last nerve. However, seeing how he was new to the glass, Ms. Aseri held her pride and anger in check and decided to give Syaoran one FINAL chance before she decides to kill him. Or atleast send him to the nurse office. "PLEASE introduce YOURself to the CLASSroom...PLEASE."
Syaoran returned his gaze back to his class, then back to her and sigh. Ms. Aseri was about to balled her fist and knock the boy into LEO, when Syaoran turned back to the class and bowed. "I'm Li Syaoran and I'm from Hong Kong. I hope to meet you all."
Syaoran barely heard the words the first time when Ms. Aseri asked him to introduced himself. So he assumed that she had asked him if he was going to stay at Mugen Academy for long, so Syaoran simply replied with a simple, "No." Since he knew that he wouldn't be staying long anyway. Waiting for Ms. Aseri to assign him a seat, Syaoran returned his attention back to the class. Whoa! was the only word that registared in Syaoran's mind as he looked at the fear strikened faces of the class. Let me guess, this is one of those teachers, I suppose.
Syaoran turned to face Ms. Aseri and noted the forced falsed smile on her face. "...please introduce yourself to the classroom, so we may get on with our day?!" Syaoran looked at his classmates again, still seeing that some of them were ready to run for the door. "PLEASE introduce YOURself to the CLASSroom...PLEASE."
If you wanted me to introduce myself, you could've just asked to you know, Syaoran thought as he turned to Ms. Aseri again. Fine...might as well... Syaoran Sighed.
"I'm Li Syaoran and I'm from Hong Kong." Syaoran bowed. "I hope to meet you all."
A few weeks later
Syaoran twisted his body in mid-air as he readies for a landing. Silent as a shadow, Syaoran's feet touches the roof of a building. Before anyone could see him, he leaps once again with Cat-like agility onto a close by building, which were thirty feet from where he was. However, despite whatever physical, and magical, exertions Syaoran was using to perform these feats, he's mind was occupied at the moment with other problems. Particularly with a certain young girl that lived next to his 'borrowed' house.
I just don't get it, Syaoran thought in mid-leap. She's definetly a channeler, that parts for sure. But with a source of magic that strong, she should be attracting sorcerors left and right. Not to mention that the Li records have no idea whatsoever about a source of power that strong anywhere on this planet...which only means she must be like Sakura. She probably draws her powers from a force outside of Earth. But what could that be?! Syaoran grunted as he landed just as silently as he did on his last landing, however the grunt was more in frustration then it was from the landing. It could be from any source of magic. The Astral Plains, the stars, a magical artifact up in space, or an entity from another dimension. ARGH! I gotta figure this out and FAST! I dont' know whether she's evil or not. For all I know, she could be the main source of all those...youma was it and Daimons and driods...that has been attacking.
Syaoran curls his body in mid-air and its rolls in the night air like he was on the ground. Then, as he was about the crash into the side of a building, Syaoran unfolded his body, the soles of his feet slamming into the wall, causing a silent thud. Then, bending his knees and looking up to the top of a building alteast forty feet away and six story higher then where he was, Syaoran pushed himself away from the side of the building and launched himself straight at for the top of the building.He more floated then arrowed to the top of the high building. Landing silently once more, Syaoran returns back to his track of thoughts. She's atleast aware of her powers and knows how to use them, a little atleast. Though I never saw her use them...
Flashback
It was his second day at the newly rebuilt school of Mugen Academey. Today, they had meet their new mathematics teacher, Mr. Kougai. Which didn't take very. Because within the first five minutes of class, Mr. Kougai had gave the students a fast run through of what they needed to know and assigned them several equations from their math books as classwork and whatever they couldn't finish in class would be their homework. After giving his students their assignments, Mr. Kougai simply left the class simply to fend for themselves.
Oddly enough, or maybe not, immediately after the teacher left the classroom, Syaoran's desk was quickly swarm by practically all the girls in the room, much the most of the boy's chagrin. Asking him questions that pretty much had little, or nothing, to do with their math assignment. Well, not all the girls were swarmed around Syaoran. One lone brunette had remained anchored in her seat, silently trying to concentrate soley on her work, and not the mob of girls that had surrounded her new...now probably old friend.
They've probably told him all about their school's little witch, Hotaru held back a sob as she continued to finish her equations. X equals Y if Y is...the reason why no one likes me. The X equals...my powers... Hotaru shook her head as she tried to refocus her thoughts back on her assignment. Got to concentrate...got to keep my mind on what's important...my work.
Hotaru was about to do just that when she felt a hand rest on her right shoulder and a soft, though almost dry of all emotions, voice singed into her ears, saying, "Do you need help?" Almost immediately after she'd heard those words, Hotaru felt her shoulder, the shoulder that the hand has rested upon, tingle with a giddy rush of cool waves that seemed to rolled down her entire right side down to the floor. The young girl slowly turned around to face the two amber orbs and a lightly colored face with a neutral and but trusting face.
Syaoran had felt like he was drowning. No less then a second after the Mr. Kougai left the room, did all these crazy hormoned driven girls suddenly walked up to him and started bugging with questions. Questions that had nothing to do with their current assignment. Questions that he had to answer more then three times. Questions that were constantly being repeated. HE HATED IT. Who needs to understand magic when they already have women to try and understand. Syaoran thought as he answered another question about his age again, while trying to solve the ump-teenth problem on in his book. Why can't they just leave me alone?! Did mom use another swoon spell on me before I left home? Or did my sisters did it as a practical joke? If I find out that they did, we're going to have a LONG talk about this when I get home!
Syaoran was about to answer another stupid question about Hong Kong when he felt a strong amount of magic, though not as nearly as strong as his, just infront of him. Ignoring the question, he raised his head up towards the source, Syaoran found himself once again, for the second time this week, staring at Tomoe Hotaru. The same girl he'd been puzzled by yesterday. Infact, unnoticed to Hotaru, Syaoran had pretty much followed her everywhere after school yesterday trying to see if she was more then she seems. Maybe she doesn't have any clue about her powres, Syaoran thought as he started towards the young girl. Which could be even more dangerous potentially if she was too lose control somehow...and if she has even half the amount of power I felt yesterday, she could level three or four city blocks on her own.
Deciding that he should keep a Read on her (a read is my made up idea of magic tracking), Syaoran started to search for a sound tactic as he found his hand resting on Hotaru's shoulder. Okay, Syaoran panicked as he realized that if he cast the spell now, she may just noticed. He needed something to distract her. Something that appear to be casual and...just something that wouldn't make him seem like a total idiot, though the idea may have already registered in Hotaru's mind. Think. Think. Think! You're the future leader of the Li clan, you idiot. Think of something. Just don't stand there looking like a fool. You've been up against dragons, demons, and vampires worse then this. Heck you've worked on math equations...THAT'S IT!
Syaoran took a quick glance over Hotaru's math work and almost sighed with relief. She was still a ways behind him on the assignment. Which should provide the best, if not really sound, cover up. "Do you need help?" He asked as he initiated a spell to keep track of her and her magic level. Sending the spell deep within her, so that no one would suspect is at first glance. Of course a train magician and sorceror would be able to tell, but not a person with an untrained gift. Therefore, if Hotaru's magic level was to suddenly rise, or if she was in danger of having her magic suddenly take over, Syaoran would be able to track her down through the Read.
Hotaru slightly blushed and nodded. "H-hai, Syaoran," Hotaru slowly turned back to face her work, with Syaoran leaning over her and his hand still on her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of Syaoran being this close to her. He had walked to school with her again this morning. Of course, they didn't bump into each other like yesterday. He had simply just stood there waiting with his book bag in hand. With his gentle lockes blowing with the early late summer breeze.
Sneaking a peek at her new neighbor, Hotaru blushed again. To her, all of these feelings were all new. She was discovering boys, for the first time in her life. And Syaoran was definetly a very good boy. He was strong and agile, if their gym class yesterday had proved anything at all, it was that Li Syaoran was no slow runner or weak player. Yet, he was gentle and soft. He was patient when he walked with her home yesterday. He didn't make the silence feel awkward, just more welcoming. As if they were exchanging words in the silence. He was slow enough to pace with her, but fast enough to not be considered slow.
He's just as cute as Mamoru and Helios, Hotaru found herself thinking. She was surprised at first. But then, she smiled at herself. Part of her, about ninety-eight percent, had agreed with her thought. Here was a young boy, just barely into his teens, and already he was considered atleast as high as Helios's and Mamoru's caliber and looks. It didn't take a genius to know that once Syaoran reaches full maturity, he would surpass both Mamoru(her future king) and Helios(her possible distant future king) in the subject of appearance, if nothing else. He didn't have and identity crisis, like Mamoru had as Tuxedo Kamen. And he wasn't stuck as an animal, as Helios was. The only down part, or maybe not, was that Syaoran would be endangered if she started to hang around him. Even though they had defeated the Negaverse, there could still be other threats. And if they found out who Hotaru really was, they would try to hurt Syaoran to get to her. That was one reason why Minako and Makoto never really try to get into a serious relationship. She knew that they were both boy crazy, but she also knew that unless they quit being senshi, or unless they found a boyfriend just as powerful as them, they could never truly have a real relationship.
Just then, another topic came to her mind. What would Usagi and Chibi-Usa think if they heard you say that? She, of course, knew what her princess/future queen and bestfriend/future princess would probably do if they found out that she had said that about their 'men.' Usagi would probably wail and cry out that her Mamo-chan was cuter. Chibi-Usa would probably hold somekind of beauty pagent with Helios, Mamoru, and Syaoran competing. Hotaru stole another quick glance at Syaoran's features as he explained about the problems. Then again, Hotaru giggled, ignoring Syaoran's sideway glance at her. I think they'll agree with me.
While Hotaru was lost in thought, she failed to noticed one sly comment from one girls who had failed to gain Syaoran's attention. "See," she whispered to one of her friend. "She's already cast a spell on him, now only she can have him."
However, this comment didn't go unnoticed by Syaoran's keen sense of hearing.
End of flashback
Syaoran landed on another roof, and stopped to behold the brightly lit site before him. Tokyo is almost like Hong Kong, Syaoran thought as he stretched his PMS out to the max. Syaoran, in all respect, was starting to get extremly frustrated. He hadn't ran into trouble since he took care of those street thugs a few nights ago. And they were pretty easy. However, what really frustrated Syaoran, beside the fact of not running into any sign of the so call monsters and trying to find the source of Hotaru's power, was the fact that within the last few weeks, he hadn't even ran into any sign of the so call senshi. Even the midst of fighting off street thugs and small time robbery, he didn't even see or sense them anywhere near by.
Don't tell me these Sailor Senshi are just amateaurs, Syaoran thought as he started on his night search again. Apparently, Syaoran hated working with the so called 'beginners' of the job. So called warriors with a small amount of magic rushing blindly into battle claiming that love and justice and hope will help them win. All in all, through most of his experiences, this does help. Infact, that was the very way that the Clow cards were captured. However, if Sakura or Yohko or Pretty Sammy ever had to face the things that Syaoran faced during his missions, love and wouldn't have save any of them. Don't tell me that these so call defenders of love and justice are just a bunch of idiots who have only survived on blind luck! Wouldn't suprise me if they have a couple of guardians with them as well.
Finally heading home, Syaoran lessened the area scan of his PMS. Figured that these senshi wouldn't do much, Syaoran thought as he started his usual roof hopping pattern. They don't even bother with stopping any else other then youmas and monsters. Give some guy a gun and a knife and they disappear from sight. They don't even bother to patrol their city. Orcales...even I run a patrol in Hong Kong atleast twice a week! With angry thoughts and a somewhat heavy heart, Syaoran continues to head home.
A Few Days Later
Bakabakashii! Bakabakashii! Bakabakashii! Bakabakashii!! These were the words of a Syaoran who wanted to kick himself, then kill himself with his sword, as he carried the lithe and light form of an unconcious Hotaru to the nurses office. Should've known! Shouldn't have even tried! Should've been using MY HEAD! Bakabakashii! Syaoran NO BAKA!
Flashback
It was during Gym class that Syaoran had noticed that Hotaru usually sits out in almost all of the activities, saved for the warm up exercises. Of course he's noticed this before, but he never really wondered why. He'd just assumed that she just decided not to join, but the teachers didn't even really bothered with disciplining her. So Syaoran decided that he should. Little did he know that he was going to happen next.
Hotaru sat down beside the soccer field to watch her classmates play a game of soccer. Normally, Mr. Tsukare didn't have mixed gender games, but today was one of those days where he was just simply to lazy to bother with dealing with two types of sports. So he through the boys and the girls together for a round of soccer. It was, as the teams named themselves, the yuushouba(winning horse) versus the kogumanopu-san(winnie the pooh: Yes I mean the round yellow bear we all know and hate/love). Needless to say who was winning; Team Kogumanopu-san. And for one specific reason, or to be more precise, player. Li Syaoran.
Hotaru watched in awe as Syaoran cleverly twisted and dodged all the on coming players, while dribbling the ball across the field. Almost fluidly, like liquid going down a pattern maze of pipes, Syaoran flowed through the walls of human players that tried to stop him from his goal. However, Syaoran didn't hog the ball, as some may have thought. In fact, he, more or less, was being a defensive player. Only getting the ball back on the other team's side of the field and not even an inch further once the ball went past the half-field mark. He didn't even score any goals, he simply just didn't let anyone else score on his side. Which he was doing a fairly good job off doing.
Syaoran moved very much like his foreign namesake, Little Wolf. The ball was his prey and a trespasser when it came to his side of the field. And he would go straight for the ball and only the ball. Like a wolf out on the hunt, he would concentrate on only getting the ball. Then, once he had the ball, he would carefully dribble it back to the other team's side. Chasing the unneeded trespasser of his territory, then waited once more for the prey to return. Simple as that.
Hotaru stopped day dreaming when she saw Syaoran turned to face her. Oh no, she thought as she looked down onto the grass. Please, please, please don't let him see me. Don't let him see me. Don't let him see me. PLEASE! Although Hotaru knew that he had, more or less, noticed her sitting there, it was more for luck then it was for its literal meaning. Hotaru looked up again to where she was last staring and curse whatever kami there was at the moment. Syaoran was walking straight for her, and she suddenly felt a chill in the air. Oh no...
Syaoran seldom enjoy things. Soccer of was one of the few things that he truly enjoyed. Of course, he had to hold back some, but not a lot. Even though it almost took concious will for him not to use a wind spell to get the ball into the goal, he liked it better when it was 'all natural.' It just felt so much more rewarding when his team scored a goal on their own. And when he is able to get the ball over to the otherside for them, it felt just as good because even though he knew that he could easily dominate this game, he needed to learn about team work. So he was also enjoying the company of his classmates, for the time being.
The Kogamanopu-san scored another point and Syaoran almost smiled, but fought it back down. This is almost too easy, Syaoran thought as she looked over to the sidelines to see a glazed eye Hotaru staring at him. She never joins in any of the activities. Wonder if there's a reason? Syaoran had heard the tales. Hotaru the freak, the witch, the weak, the killer, it goes on. Hotaru casting a spell to throw her father into another dimension. That it was one of her spells that first destroyed Mugen Academy about a year ago. Which was closer to the truth then most people are aware off. Also, Syaoran had heard how Hotaru had seriously hurt some of the bigger and stronger kids and then claims that she doesn't even remember doing it. He doubted some of the others, but the last one was believable. Yukito doesn't exactly remember what Yue does, but Yue is 'aware' of what Yukito does. Maybe she's the same too.
Well, whatever the reason, Syaoran had to test her out. {--not that way you hentais! This will NOT become a lemon, just a really bitter tangerine; )--} And he knew just the way to do it as well...
End of flashback
Bakabakashii! Bakabakashii! Bakabakashii!! Baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka! Syaoran thought some more as he finally arrived at the nurse's office. Syaoran no BAKA!! He added one last time for closure, as Syaoran gently kicked the Nurse's office door, still carrying the unconcious form of Hotaru in his arms.
It had all started out innocently enough. Syaoran asked Hotaru to joined, since it was rumored that she took on a couple of huge guys at once before, he figured that she could atleast be a challenge in soccer. He was dead wrong. Within the first two minutes of the game, Hotaru was about ready to passout, after the first two minute of the game, she did. What really ticked Syaoran off was how her classmates didn't even want to come close to her when she fainted. They even backed away for some reason or another. Those that laughed recieved a death glare from Syaoran and quickly ceased their laughter. That was when Mr. Tsukare finally woke up and told Syaoran about Hotaru's 'special condition.' Seeing how this seemed to be all his fault, Syaoran volunteered to take Hotaru to the nurse, by carrying her, much the the chagrin of the other girls in the class.
Anyway, back to the nurse's office. Syaoran knocked a second time and this time, he recieved an answer from behind the wooden pine door. "Just a minute," came a soft feminine voice. A moment later, the door slide opened to reveal a short woman with dark pink hair. "Oh, hello. I'm Nurse Joy(Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon characters). How may I-" Nurse Joy took one quick glance at the unconcious Hotaru and gasped. "Another seizure!? Hurry, put her on the bed. I'll get some cold water ready."
Syaoran did as he was instructed while Nurse Joy went off and got a glass of water. "How did this happen?" she asked Syaoran as she checked Hotaru's temperature and pulse. Syaoran quickly told Nurse Joy about the whole story, in a calm and very military like mannered voice. When Syaoran was finished with the explaination, Nurse Joy gave him a displeasing glanced, but shook it off a second later and returned her attention to Hotaru. "She'll be all right now, all she needs is a little rest." Nurse Joy said as she took a blanket and covered Hotaru's body. "You have to go back to class."
Whether Syaoran had heard the emphasized 'you' in the sentence or not, he decided to do what the kind Nurse, or kind as he could call it, had told him to do. Leave. Stepping outside, Syaoran took one final glanced back at Hotaru's sleeping figure and sighed. Just a few days of this and I'm leaving for home, Syaoran thought as he stepped into the hall, closing the door gently behind him and started to head back to class.
In the outskirts of Tokyo, a tall and lean figured stood with a violet and silver lined box in hi hands. With a symbol of a winged back signified to where the lock should be, the box slowly opened with a creak that seemed to shout out with a thousand acient voices of a warning. However, that didn't stop the dark figured. It reached into the box and retrieve the sacred treasure that laid deep within the box. Bringing it's only content out into sunlight, once. And one may have thought that one could've heard the name, Clow escape from the figure's lips before an insane laughter followed along with a flash of Dragon blood red light. For we all know that human and natural animals in nature don't have natural red blood until it reaches air, outside of their shelled body.
I know, I know, it took me A LONG LONG LONG LONG time for me to get this chapter out, but I finally did it. mainly because do to the fact that I erased A LOT of the story in the process of clearing my hard drive. But I hope to get this story done. I managed to salvage half of the few chapter.
Oh, ask for the names of the teacher: Aseri-impatience.......Kougai-off campus.......Tsukare-Tiredness. I pick their names right didn't I ne?
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