PART II Chapter 8

There was a weird feeling gurgling in Nikato's stomach when he woke up that day. He rolled out of bed more easily because of it. He jumped down the stairs brushing the sleep out of his puffy eyes and was surprised to find his family sitting at the breakfast counter.

"Look who decided to crawl out of his cave so early?" his mum joked, while spreading butter on toast and giving them to his siblings.

He kissed his baby sister's crown routinely and ruffled his brother's hair with his fist. A sharp Ow coming from him. Then he let his mum kiss his cheek and dad waved from his seat on the living room's armchair.

"Shouldn't you two be in school already? It isn't Saturday, is it?"

"It's still 8:30, you dumbass." Akio mumbled with a toast filled mouth.

"Watch your language, young man." mum called on him.

Nikato was probably getting sick, that's why his stomach felt so rebel and he had woken up at dawn. But he was still starving, which was weird. When he had stomach problems, he could never eat.

"Mum, I think I'm sick…" he whined from his stool, while stuffing his mouth with eggs on rice.

"But you're eating," she laid a hand on his forehead "and with normal temperatures. What do you feel?"

"My stomach feels weird."

"Do you have a mission soon? Maybe you're just nervous."

Nikato pressed his hand on his stomach and thought about what mum had said. It did feel similar to when he was nervous, but there was something different. Something like when he sensed an enemy close by… He wasn't being watched, was he?

"Maybe you could take Mime-chan to school and then talk to Hansuke-sensei."

"Yes! please, Ni-chan…?" his sister pulled on his pyjama's sleeve and used her perfected puppy eyes, to which only mum was immune in that family.

He smiled at her and agreed. He was never awake to take his siblings to school and, with the new afternoon training sessions, he could only pick up Mime-chan sometimes. He really liked taking his sister to school and she loved showing off his ninja brother to her friends. He usually did basic tricks with a kunai or shuriken, but, for civilian eight-year-olds, it was the coolest thing. Nikato ran upstairs and managed to make his sister late for only a few minutes. He used to carry her on his shoulders, but now she felt too old for that outside of their home. For Nikato, she could always be his baby sister, though. They walked side by side across the civilian district, greeting people and shoppers as they went. Civilians had always been more open than shinobi. He supposed it was expected with the lives they led.

After watching her auburn hair slip away through the school doors, he decided to find Hansuke-sensei. With his hands shoved into his pockets and kicking every pebble that crossed his way, he dragged himself towards the suburbs of the civilian district. Everyone in their team, well, at least Nikato and Kisamaru, he didn't know about Gohama, knew of sensei's life and why a shinobi by blood as him had a home in such an exclusively civilian zone. He had always supported Nikato when it came to mingling with the shinobi world. Sensei could always sense his unease and insecurity and he never made him feel different or less than other ninja born. Ayame-chan had also helped him a lot. When he had found a Hyuga was in his team, he had felt anxious and doomed. The Hyuga were one of the noble and most important shinobi clans of Konoha. They could get a little elitist within shinobi, so it grew only worse with civilians turned ninja.

Nikato could understand it somehow, although it irked him deeply. Most civilians were not cut, due to their chakra or upbringing, to be a shinobi. However, Nikato's godfather was a ninja and he had noticed his chakra's potential and filled his heart with the will of Fire. Nikato had wanted to be a ninja and he had trained mercilessly as a kid to be one. His godfather had been his first shinobi sensei, sharing with him the blood contract with his owls. During his first month on team 9, he never thought Kisamaru would be something like a brother to him. He had mistaken his poise and distance for arrogance and disdain. Ayame-chan had been essential on showing him the real Kisamaru. And Kisamaru had been essential on showing him how unfounded his envy for a noble clan's blood was. The Hyuga were powerful but not pretty. He looked back in shame at that first year as a genin. His family was everything to him, not the Byakugan, not the Sharingan, not any bloodline limit would ever make him wish for another family.

He stopped in front of Hansuke-sensei's front gate. The Will of Fire was a gift passed down through people, whatever people. Sensei's parents were both foreigners and yet he had the strongest, kindest Will of Fire. And Nikato thanked his godfather, sensei and teammates for offering him part of their own.

His knock and call echoed through a silent home. He opened the door and walked inside to find dirty dishes in the sink, tossed reports in his dining table and an empty house. The weird feeling turned even more intense.

The Hyuga compound was next. After waiting for his friend to end his spar with another Hyuga, they both walked towards the centre of Konoha.

"I mean, don't you have this bad feeling?" he asked him.

"Maybe. But I have a bad feeling many times and often it's nothing."

Nikato kicked another pebbled off his way. "Still… Gohama didn't show up for training yesterday and sensei felt the need to leave us alone to find her. Even when she disappeared a couple of weeks ago, he didn't do that. And now he's nowhere to be found."

"You did only look in his house."

"And there is something Hansuke-sensei and Gohama aren't telling us. If I know this, you definitely noticed it too."

"Yes, I did, but we shouldn't pry."

"What did you notice?"

"That Kakashi-sempai is also involved. Remember that night when we first sat at the corner table of Ippon and he left and Gohama left right away."

"Yeah, Genma-sempai thought they were having sex." which had been the most absurd thing and he had been right about that.

"I heard Kakashi-sempai ask Gohama where Hansuke-sensei was and then he left in a hurry. Gohama followed him and where did we find them next? In Sensei's home and they seemed to have been discussing something serious. Unfortunately, I passed out before I could understand more."

"But that was a long time ago…"

They kept walking, each one ruminating through their own idea and worries over their teammate's complicity. When they finally stopped, they were in front of the Hokage Tower.

"Guess we were thinking the same thing…" Nikato commented.

Kisamaru used the Byakugan to make sure they weren't interrupting any meeting when they barged into the Hokage's office.

"What do you want, brats?" Tsunade-sama barked, not looking up from her paperwork.

The both of them swallowed dryly and had an argument about who would speak with only pointed glares and head nods.

"I don't have all day."

"Tsunade-sama," Kisamaru bowed "we would like to ask if you know where Gohama and Hansuke-sensei are."

Tsunade-sama looked up at them with her sharp golden eyes and Nikato wished she had continued with her focus on paperwork. "Of course I know. I'm the Hokage".

Nikato managed to refrain himself from rolling his eyes.

"Yes, of course, we wanted to know if you could tell us, please."

"No." then she turned back to her papers.

"Please, Tsunade-sama," Nikato pleaded "I have this weird bad feeling and we're worried, we just want to know if they're okay."

She sighed and leaned against her chair. "They'll come back to Konoha soon enough" Why would they have left the Village? Before any of them could ask why they had left, Tsunade barked again "Now, off my office."

They both left, unhappy with their growing uneasiness and lack of answers. So, they went for food. On the way to their usual dango restaurant, Nikato spotted a small pug with a hitai-ate and a henohenomoheji on his vest talking to a pink-haired girl. The Copy-nin niken were infamous throughout the Village.

He ran towards them. "Hey!" he squatted next to the dog "You're Kakashi-sempai's ninken, right?"

"No petting, kid."

"We just want to ask you if you know where Kakashi-sempai is."

"That's none of your business."

The pink-haired girl looked at them curiously. "Why do you want to know where Kakashi-sensei is?"

"Ah, well…, you see…" Nikato clumsily started while getting up "our teammate and sensei disappeared and we thought maybe he knew where they went."

"And who are they?" she asked.

"Kyura Gohama and Giranai Hansuke."

"You know something." Kisamaru accused the pug.

Nikato turned his attention to the dog and there was obviously a suspicious glint to his expression.

"It's none of your business, kids."

Nikato squatted down and did his best impression of his sister's puppy eyes. "Please, please, tell us… We're really worried and they're our teammates. Please, …" he then realised he didn't know the pug's name "sorry, what's your name?"

"Pakkun."

"Please, Pakkun…"

"All I know is that yesterday afternoon Kakashi asked the pack to follow her trail and it led outside the Village, Hansuke was also with him. Then, they left with Uhei and I stayed behind to warn Tsunade."

The two teammates shared a dread-filled look. The gurgling in his stomach that had accompanied him since waking up had transformed into a cold, heavy block. Not, again, please, not with Gohama too, he prayed.

"It is probably a kidnapping case." Kisamaru said formally, scientifically. Nikato knew that when he had that tone for personal things was his way of freaking out. "Hinata-sama had an attempted one when only a child. It's common with bloodline limits. I'm surprised it wasn't tried sooner. Gohama is the last Kyura."

"Please, please, lead us to her!" Nikato begged the ninken.

"No. Not without Kakashi's permission."

"Can't you ask him?"

"That would mean doing the trip twice."

"Please, we'll buy you anything, biscuits, bones, meat! And massages, dogs like massages don't they? Just say the thing and will do it!" Pakkun was unmoving "Please… she's our teammate." his voice became weak and quiet "Another one of our teammates already died, we wouldn't forgive ourselves if we just stayed here and did nothing… Please, Kisamaru's a medic nin… she may need him."

"Please." Kisamaru added.

The pink-haired girl squatted next to him. "She's their teammate, Pakkun." her tone was sweet and broken at the same time. Recognition dawned on him, she was Kakashi-sempai's student, which meant the defected Uchiha was her teammate. "Kakashi-sensei will understand. He taught us only scum leave their teammate's behind."

The sympathetic and pained expression seemed so human on the dog. He turned to them with a sigh. "If Kakashi asks, you threatened me."

Before they left, Kisamaru turned to the girl. "You're Hanuro Sakura, the Godaime's apprentice." she nodded as response. "I'm a medic nin, if you ever need assistance or have a question you can ask me." he bowed "Thank you."

She blushed slightly. "There's no need to thank me. It was actually Gohama that first gave me the idea of becoming a medic. If anyone needs to thank anyone, it's me. Now, go. And don't worry, if Kakashi-sensei is with her I know she's safe."

If she was with Hansuke-sensei, he knew she was safe, too, Nikato thought to himself.

Fever dreams were his worst type of nightmares. Kakashi had fever dreams for three reasons, because he was seriously sick, because he was seriously injured and because he was seriously drunk. Most people blacked out from the world, he had weird, sinister dreams, full of horror and guilt. Guilt was part of his day-to-day life, but sometimes it burned deeper. This time the cause was completely clear, which he couldn't decide if it was better or worse. He always knew he shouldn't mix alcohol with guilt, because his usual guilt soaked dreams rose into Orochimaru-experiments level of disturbing.

This night, the few hours of sleep he had gotten were a psychedelic blend of his time in the Third Ninja War, his time in ANBU and his time with Team 7. And, because of some weird unconscious projection, even if he hadn't known Gohama during those times, she was always there. As an enemy he killed, a teammate he had let die or a student he had failed. The faces merged between the real person and her. In the background was always the blood-chilling, heart-shattering and mind-breaking scream he had heard rip her throat when they attacked the compound. It was common for him to merge people, some days Naruto was Obito, Sakura Rin and Sasuke himself. After living Gohama's memories in Phase two of the Chunin Exams, Kyura Tsukate was sometimes his father. But with Gohama it had been different. She was every single one of the people he had failed. Maybe because she was a symbol of how he failed even when thinking he was succeeding, of how he was realising that probably every mission he had ever completed meant him failing someone, somewhere. Most times, he never got to know them, but he had with her…

Gods, he was fucked up. He gave a bitter chuckle that reverberated through his hangover head. It was time to stop maiming his head with self-loathing and relieve his bursting bladder. He got up with a groan from the bed in the adjacent room. Hansuke and Gohama had taken the double one on the main room, which now only sported a lightly snoring, heavy sleeping Hansuke. Since ANBU Hansuke had the skill to sleep deeply and anywhere and anytime – literately anywhere and anytime - and only wake up during a threat. The squad had made fun of him for it, but everyone envied him. ANBU suffered from either blank or terrifying nights.

They had decided to stay a night in an Inn so Gohama could recover from the anaesthesia and her civilian-healed wounds. Hansuke had been worrying over Gohama's comment about rebuilding her clan, but the doctor assured them he had managed to save her reproductive system, while mumbling about freaky nin self-healing and not wanting to get killed. Needless to say, the doctor had been more than glad to let them leave with a still incoherent, semi-unconscious patient - who slurred something about treacherous and painful too smooth fingers - from his hospital. At least he shoved them several IV bags for intravenous feeding and painkillers.

He had hardly entered the bathroom when the sight made his heart jump. His precious Icha Icha Violance was opened on Gohama's lap as she lay on the tub, her hand splayed on its red cover, a crease straining its spine. There was even the neck of a sake bottle inches from dripping that tainting liquid onto that perfect cover illustration. He was ready to explode in outrage, for having her rob him, a chunin managing to rob him, the Copy Nin, and the careless handling of his precious possession, when an important overlooked element dawned on him.

Gohama was holding a sake bottle. She had been drinking. Oh fuck. His eyes shifted from the book to her face and suddenly all his outrage was washed away by gut clenching worry. The skin of her face was clammy and yellow paleness, he couldn't feel her chakra signature. He threw himself to his knees and pressed his fingers to her neck. A flashing hand gripped his wrist and another pressed a kunai against his throat. She was definitely alive. Her initial brutal stare from jolt eased into annoyance, but she still didn't move the kunai from his neck.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, her alcohol drenched breath taking away any doubt about her stupidity.

"What am I doing? You were drinking, after a surgery, while on painkillers. I'm surprised you're not dead." he dragged the kunai away from the skin above his jugular with a finger "Also you stole my Icha Icha and couldn't even take care of it right" once he didn't have a blade threatening him, he was fast at picking his book up, assessing the damage and closing it with tender pats. He heard her snort. "What were you thinking?"

"About the book or the drinking?"

"Why not both?"

She laid her head back on the edge of the bathtub. A groan escaped her colourless lips. "Ugh… my precious head…"

"I'm surprised it's only your head that hurts after sleeping in a bathtub."

"If only it was…" she whispered, while coating her lower stomach with green chakra.

She was ready to fall back to sleep.

"I need to take a shower."

"Then I guess you'll have to take it with me in here, I don't think I can get up."

He couldn't figure out if she was actually in pain from her wounds or too hangover to move. Still, he complied with an annoyed sigh and picked her up. She closed her lips together and lightly shivered, all her muscles tensed up. It was the first option then, but she would never admit to it.

Then her eyes went wide. "Toilet, toilet, toilet!"

The lid snapped against the wall with the urgency of his foot's handling. He laid her as carefully as he could while speeding for it, and pulled her hair away from the danger zone. Kakashi usually didn't stick around when people puked. His sense of smell made the experience a hundred times worse for him. Still, holding Gohama's tangled hair and offering a few sporadic and awkward pats to her back, while she spilled her guts out and he tried not to spill his own from the smell – a mixture of sake and bile -, was the least he could do after failing her and Tsukate so miserably.

When she finally stopped retching every few seconds, he decided it was time for a little light joke. "Good to know me holding you bridal-style makes you puke."

"Guess we can't get married now." her whisper echoed through the porcelain.

"Don't agonise over it." he said with a pat and unconsciously kept his hand on her back "I'd be a terrible husband."

"And I'd be a terrible wife."

Both of them tried to pass it as a joke, but they both knew it was true. Both of them devoted themselves to dead people and both of them lived only for their duty. Kakashi could never make someone happy, much less Gohama. Their scars were too alike.

He couldn't leave it on a too real note, so he kept on joking. "Maybe that's not so bad. We would only ruin a family."

"Nope, I don't want children with grey hair." she followed his lead effortlessly, though slightly offensive.

"It's silver." it was silver. "Do you need a glass of water?"

"And the toothbrush." she pointed to the cupboard on the sink with a weak finger.

Kakashi unwrapped the toothbrush and spread a generous amount of toothpaste on it. He vaguely wondered how much Hansuke had paid for the Inn. Maybe he had just brought them when he picked up their take out for dinner. After brushing her teeth, Gohama continued to stare at the water in the bottom of the toilet, her forehead propped on the edge.

"Do you still need to throw up or can I take a shower?"

She mumbled something to the inside of the toilet.

"What?"

"I still don't think I can get up." he had never heard a more sheepish tone on her voice.

"Let's see if we can get married after all."

He squatted down and slid his arm behind her narrow shoulders and another under her knees. She looked so small and vulnerable, with her hand clutching the fabric at his chest and her failed attempt not to wince as he picked her up. So small and vulnerable in his arms he had both the urge to run away from her and to never leave her. He was sure she hated being carried. He was sure she would hate it even more if she knew she looked just as small and vulnerable as she felt. Then he laid her on the right side of the bed and plugged in her painkillers' IV.

"You have very delicate hands for a ruthless shinobi."

He guessed that was her way of thanking him.

"You're welcome. I can make you sleep with my sharingan if that helps."

Gohama turned her big green eyes to his one concealed by the hitai-ate, a glint of excitement, perhaps, in them. She nodded in agreement and he uncovered it. Her gaze fixed on it with the same wonder and curiosity as when he had been unlocking her chakra shackles. His hand twitched for something, where it was resting on his thigh. They engulfed him with their starkness and forest green, the same that surrounded Konoha, and they pierced him with their Kyuraness. Her Kyuraness.

"Why do you have to look so much like a Kyura?" he whispered as not to wake Hansuke.

"Inbreeding."

And with that grounding, truthful answer, the pull was ruined and he threw his head back and clamped his hands over his mouth to stop his laughs from coming out. Good thing Hansuke could sleep through a war. After regaining his self-control, he looked back at her from his squatting position beside the bed. Pride and mirth floating in her eyes as they waited for him to settle down. It was good to see something there again. Kakashi was quick to put her to sleep, tucked her in better in bed and ran for the bathroom. His laughing had been merciless on his full bladder.

The three of them were ready to get back to Konoha. Gohama had taken a good dose of painkillers to help on the way back. Hansuke and Kakashi had offered to carry her, but, as expected, she refused.

Hansuke watched her sit on the windowsill. Her head leaning against the frame, which made the curve of her milky neck stand out. One leg was dangling out the window, while the other was bent. The deep blue dress he had bought her the night before slid down her thigh and huddled at the base of it. The dress that he bought for her last night in a dingy convenience store because she had nothing but scrubs and bloodied clothes to wear. And he wanted to see Gohama in a dress. The deep blue matched her pale skin, now the palest he had ever seen on her. All he had ever seen in her was sage green from her Kyura coat and black. The novelty of the cheap fabric flowing down her thigh and brushing her collar bone only captured his gaze more, as it jumped from the gentle curve of her neck, the fold of her leg and the picking of her fingers on the bunched up blue at her lap. Her face was tilted to the outside scenery and he could only see the arch of her cheekbone. Her raven hair draped over her face and shoulders.

What was she thinking? They had talked little. At dinner, she had told them of her meeting with Danzo. He didn't need that information to know this had been his doing. Still, Danzo knew how to cover his tracks, they could never prove he had been the one behind the kidnapping. When they were both laying on the bed, he had tried to have her talk to him, but she didn't. He couldn't understand why, he didn't know what he could do. He wondered what she was thinking and how she was coping. It actually hurt him to look at her, even if he couldn't even see her expression.

Hansuke had forgotten this tearing fear of having a precious person disappear. As he and Kakashi had ran after his ninken, his mind had been rearing with every possibility, every disaster. He had taken the full blow of every scenario created in his terrified mind. Not knowing had always broken him inside out. And even when he had seen her, alive, the fear hadn't vanished. He felt it freeze his blood on the chance of it happening again. They were shinobi. Their lives were soaked in fear for their loved ones. But this didn't make him jolt away. A burning purpose spread through his pathways and his flesh. Gohama. She was his purpose.

He would kill Danzo if he had to.

The tendons of her necked tensed and she became still. His reflex was too settle his hand on his thigh holster and focus on any chakra signatures. Gohama pulled her leg out and sat for a moment with both of them dangling off the window. Then she jumped. When he felt his body jolt in alarm, he was already falling with her. A hand wrapped around her waist and her back flush against his chest. He managed to perfectly absorb the fall with his chakra.

"Are you crazy, Gohama?" he turned her around and admonished. "You could have opened your stitches."

"I still know how to cushion my falls." she shoved him away.

"Why did you jump?"

"Nikato and Kisamaru are here." Gohama pointed to two silhouettes running up the street towards them. "How the hell did they know where we are?"

"One of my ninken probably showed them around." Hansuke tried not to twitch from the sudden voice that appeared beside them.

"Probably? They didn't ask you?"

Hansuke remembered how the dogs were unmoving when it came to Kakashi's orders in ANBU. Nothing was done without permission.

Kakashi simply answered with an eye-crinkling smile and a cryptic, "There are things worth overlooking permissions for, don't you think, Suke-kun?"

He was sure Kakashi was referring to his teammates above mission moto. Even in ANBU, where the mission became a momentary life objective for any operative, he preached and followed his teamwork speech. That's what had made him such a good Taicho for a cocky lost teenager as Hansuke at the time.

"If you call me Suke-kun again, I'll beat your lazy ass."

"You can try."

Gohama had already started walking, only with a slight limp, towards the shouting and gesturing Nikato with a timidly smiling Kisamaru next to him. Nikato stopped a step from her and just watched her for a moment, then he pulled her to him. Not like his typical crushing hugs he liked to inflict on her. He gently cradled the back of her head and tucked her to his chest, his chin tilted up to lay on her crown. Kisamaru, to Hansuke's surprise, joined them by pressing a soothing hand to her back. They were too far away for Nikato's calm words to reach him, but his concerned and warm eyes were enough to understand.

It filled the team leader's chest with affection and warmth. During the first few months, his hope had been flailing slightly. It had been worth it. Every trial for receiving Gohama in their holed team had been worth this. When they parted and the tender moment passed, they were back to their usual interactions. Nikato yelled a comment about her wearing a dress and she slapped him behind the head. Finally, the riled up reaction he had wanted from Gohama. Kisamaru was already coating her wound with his healing chakra.

"I told you they would get there." Kakashi said beside him.

He chuckled. "Only because you didn't want me to give you shit over your terrible idea."

"Looks like it wasn't so terrible after all."

"Yeah. But I can still feel the relief oozing out of you. Reminds me of that close call in the Land of Water, Taicho."

"That close call was most definitely not my fault. And if you remember well enough I was the one that got us out of there alive."

"Only after getting our asses seriously kicked."

His tree teammates finished with whatever they were bickering each other about and Nikato shouted over his shoulder, "What are you two old men waiting for? Let's go home!"

Nikato hauled Gohama's arm over his shoulder and Kisamaru did the same with the other. She leaned her head back and groaned as they started running towards Konoha.

The legs of the chair squeaked throughout the silent room as Kakashi leaned back on it. When he saw the bottom of the page was blank, indicating the end of another chapter of Icha Icha Paradise, he sighed heavily. Maybe he had timed his visit poorly. He turned the page and continued with his light reading, mostly out of boredom than anything. Still, he was careful in keeping his senses sharp, even if the room was isolated as most ones in the Hokage Tower.

He had been certain Danzo stopped by his office before or after a meeting with the Elders. Perhaps the meeting was taking longer than expected, he knew how petty those carcasses from the Council could be with the smallest of issues.

When the hinges of the door creaked, he pocketed his book. A flash of shadows rushed through the door towards his direction. He didn't flinch, but every muscle of his was ready to act if necessary. Before they could reach them, Danzo's command stopped them and the four Root retreated to every corner of the room.

"Good to see you again, Hatake Kakashi."

"I can't say the same."

His mask had always helped him hide his emotions. As a shinobi a schooled, distant expression was desirable. But not this time. This time he let his disgust and rage flare through the strip of uncovered face. He had even pulled his hitai-ate away from the sharingan. The only feature that remained cool was his voice.

Danzo moved to take his place behind the desk, but, seeing as Kakashi wasn't surrendering his seat on the chair, he stopped in front of the desk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"A simple thing. Keep your hands and your plans and yourself away from Gohama."

Danzo's throat rumbled in a dry chuckle. "Is that a threat, Hatake Kakashi?"

"Yes. It certainly is."

His uncovered eye twinkled with amusement. "And what do you plan to threaten me with?"

"That big secret, the one that would turn Konoha's diplomacy to shit, I'll leak it. You touch Gohama and I'll leak it."

The amusement fell from his face, replaced by outrage. "You would trade a Village secret for the safety of a foreign girl! That's treason."

"Gohama is a Konoha kunoichi. And treason or not I'd do it all the same. Followed by killing you, who knows?" he raised a hand at Danzo's urge to cut him off "And before thinking you can kill me first, I have to warn you that even dead, if Gohama's safety is compromised because of you, it will be leaked all the same."

He rose from the chair and casually walked towards the door. Before he could turn the nob, Danzo spoke, "She won't be happy with you if that information is leaked."

He knew that.

"I do hope you won't underestimate my ability to follow on threats." Kakashi said with an eye-crease before he closed the office door behind him.

Kakashi hoped this would be enough.

I'm terrible at writing Hansuke. I try. He's a simple man with a good heart.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

Ps: I published this chapter 2 times, so sorry for that. I already deleted one of them.