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2 Hi! How's everyone? I want to thanks all the nice reviews I've been receiving. This chapter is a bit smaller than the other ones, but the next one will be about the party (finally!) and I didn't have anything to place in this one.
Also want to thanks Moon for the kind and funny remarks and for putting up with my grammar! You're the best!
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Chapter 7b
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Aoshi had his mind split in two objects. The first was of course Misao; he looked at the top of her head and felt his heart relax. The other was the fact that he felt as though he had ants crawling under his skin. Had it been because of the wine? He had never felt that effect before! He felt his hands burning with movement and the fabric of Misao's top rubbing against them. The feeling of cotton fabric was engrained into the nerves of his legs. . And he felt hot.
The singer's voice kept entering his brain, but only the tone, because the lyrics were lost to him. His brain couldn't digest that much information at the same time. He felt Misao lay her head on his shoulder and saw her close her eyes. He could tell she was a bit tired… or a bit drunk. She had never had had a good tolerance to alcohol and now she took some time to get over it.
He also felt the huge effort it took him not to take a look at her tattoo and see what it was. He was burning with curiosity! Her right hand moved from his waist up his back, and he felt goosebumps all over his skin. That hand dropped down his back, then up again… it did that movement, up and down, for at least five whole minutes. Then he heard something, a small noise. What was that? He moved his head closer to her, to hear it more clearly. Yup, he was right; she was purring. The effect that sensuous sound had on him was astonishing. If he didn't have great control over his body, he would have got a tremendous hard-on. If she was this sexy without meaning to be, then he didn't know what to do if she decided to make a move on him. He didn't remember her ever coming on to him that hard, when they lived at the Aoiya. Well, she had been an innocent at that time after all; she surely didn't know how to cause that effect on a man. He couldn't forget all the lovers she had had over the years.
It had took him years to summon almost all the photos and bios on those guys. Most of them were dead by now, but some of them were Immortals that kept wandering around bars and clubs trying to catch young women. He couldn't imagine his sweet Misao in the middle of a club dancing or making out with some of those guys. He felt Misao's hand clutch his shirt, and her nose fondle his neck, while purring. No, wait, he could see her after all. She had matured so much! She knew the world and, most importantly, she knew men and how to deal with them. But right at that moment, Aoshi was almost certain she didn't have a clue what she was doing.
Right after the song finished, Aoshi took her hand and led her to their table again. Her hand didn't let go of his shirt until they were seated in their chairs. She placed her head between her hands and tried to sort her head out. Aoshi was just about to take her home, when a hand dropped to his shoulder.
"Aoshi, you decided to follow my guide for once." Said a voice from behind him. Aoshi's head turned around and he recognized the man, who stood along side his girlfriend, as an old friend of his. Aoshi raised from the chair and shook his hand.
"Hi, Clayton. How's everything?" Aoshi asked his friend.
"Everything's fine. Look, this is Rebecca, my girlfriend." Said Clayton, introducing the tall blonde woman besides him. "Hon, this is Aoshi, we meet at one of those boring meetings about security."
Rebecca granted Aoshi a huge smile and shook his hand, and caressed it so that Clayton couldn't see. "Hi! Do you mind if we sit with you?" She asked, as if she knew him and not Clayton. Aoshi accepted, but the thought of putting Misao at the same table as that woman didn't please him. As soon as they sat, Misao raised her head, and Aoshi introduced them to her. After a while, Clayton got up to greet another friend of his.
"So, Aoshi, what do you do for a living?" Rebecca asked with a sugary voice making Misao's head turn to look at her.
"I work in the security business." He answered with an air of boredom. Rebecca, thinking Misao wasn't looking, placed her hand on his thigh and smiled at him.
"Really? That's so interesting." Aoshi raised one eyebrow at her and then looked at Misao. She was pouring herself another glass of wine, after having finished the other one. She was going to get terribly pissed! "And what exactly do you do in the security business?"
"I make sure people are safe." He answered, taking her hand and putting it on the table. Rebecca fetched her purse and pulled out a cigarette. Soon after, the smoke was around them.
"Is that like a bodyguard?" She asked, leaning over him. Misao was already on another glass. Aoshi could clearly see her clenched jaw. "I think it's so cool when people risk their lives to save other people's." Rebecca's voice was a whisper used just for him to hear.
"I'm not a bodyguard anymore." Answered Aoshi, taking a look to see if Clayton was coming back or not.
"Ow, but you've got the body of one. You're all muscles." Rebecca said, placing her hand on his arm. Aoshi thought about smacking it, but he didn't want to make a scene, especially with Clayton there. Just as Aoshi was rolling his eyes in contempt, Misao dropped her glass and turned to them. Then she did the most amazing thing ever! She rubbed against him, placed one hand in his face and purred loud enough for Rebecca to hear.
"Aoshi, lets go home." She let her hand trail down his chest to his belt. "We have such interesting things to do at home, Hun."
Aoshi felt Rebecca recoil and hiss. He also could smell an immense amount of alcohol wafting through the air, when Misao talked to him. She was really pissed! But he didn't let that chance go. He grabbed her things, placed a hand around her waist and stood up to leave.
"Well, Rebecca, I'm going home. Please excuse us to Clayton and tell him I'll call him one of these days." And then he let Misao drag him. Once outside, Misao took his hand away and started laughing hard. Her steps were hesitant, and she kept making huge gestures with her arms.
"That was so much fun!" She said. "Did you see her face?" Then she burst out laughing again. Aoshi smiled at her and opened his car door for her. She sat and looked at him when he ran to the other side of the car. "So, what do we do now?" She asked, when he started the car.
"I thought you wanted to go home."
"I just said that, because you looked like you could use some help with that woman." She said, sighing. "What about a walk along the sea?" She asked.
"Are you sure you're capable of walking?" He asked with a devious smile.
"Hai! I'm not drunk, Aoshi." Answered Misao. "Besides, it's only midnight."
"Very well." Aoshi stepped on the gas and drove to the docks. A city like Tokyo never goes to sleep, and at midnight, it was still very much alive. The nightclubs were just opening and huge lines of people could be seen outside their doors; most of them had big-lit signs. Yes, the city was just coming to live. Misao closed her eyes and opened her window. Aoshi couldn't help but look as her hair flew in the air, around her face and shoulders.
"We're here." He said. He was hoping she had fallen asleep during the trip, but her eyes opened as soon as he talked. She got out of the car and put on her coat. He got out too and locked it. "Which way do you want to go?"
Misao merely walked to her left and told him to follow her. Aoshi ran up to her, and both of them walked in silence for some time. Her steps were still a bit hesitant, but they got better after a while and Aoshi could see she was coming out of her drunkenness.
"Damn that Portuguese wine!" She whined. "I can't believe you let me drink that much, Aoshi."
"Well, I wasn't looking, and I'm not your father. I thought you knew your limit." He answered calmly.
"Apparently I don't."
"Well, I know that now, don't I?" He said, smirking. She looked at him and caught him smiling.
"It's not funny! Before, you never smiled, and now, you smile for stupid things!" Aoshi was surprised to find anger in her voice. She had never talked to him like that! Sure, she had given him some sarcastic replies over the last few days, but she had never been angry with him. Or maybe she had been all the time and only had the guts to show him at that moment. Aoshi couldn't imagine her not being angry with him. After all, he had refused her love, ignored her, had pretty much broken her heart, had let years and years gone by without talking to her, had stabbed her… yes, she must have been angry with him all that time.
So he did the only thing that came to his head. He hugged her. He squeezed her body to his and whispered to her ear: "I'm sorry, Misao. I really am." After some moments, he felt Misao's arms encircle him and pat his back.
"That's okay, Aoshi. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to." Aoshi looked at her eyes. She was smiling again. Then, he looked at her lips and saw her tongue dart out to lick them. He felt himself bend down to follow that tongue inside her mouth.
"Honk! Honk! Get a fucking room!" A couple of kids in a car passed right beside them and made their point clear. Misao jumped out of his embrace and started walking again. Damn! He could just kill those kids.
Aoshi started walking too, and they kept silent for a long time, until Aoshi's cell phone rang.
"Hai?"
"Aoshi, it's Saitoh. Where are you?" Saitoh's hard voice asked.
"I'm walking. Why?"
"Walking?! Well, whatever. We've got another couple of dead bodies and this time we've got a warning with it."
"A warning?" Aoshi asked. "For whom?"
"Us. It says: 'Keep away from our business, we're on to you too.' Very eloquent!" Said Saitoh, sarcastically. "Get to your house as soon as you can. I'm e-mailing you some photos of it, and I want to talk to you after that. Can you stop… walking and go home?" Saitoh hung up.
"We've got to go home, Misao. Saitoh's found another couple of bodies and this time it has a warning for us." Misao nodded and headed back for the car.
When Aoshi got to his computer that was plugged in 24/7, he already had the 'You've got mail' sign. He opened the mail, and the computer quickly downloaded four pictures. The first two were of a wall with blood red writings on it.
"' Keep away from our business, we're on to you'" Misao read, over his shoulder. "How do we know that's for us? They could be warning the Watchers that are on to them. It is, after all, the first time Watchers are meddling with our affairs and that could be warning them."
"Yes, yes they could, but we've got to work as if it was mean for us. It's safer that way." Answered Aoshi, while opening the third photo. It one showed the bodies with their heads cut off. That was nothing new to them.
"But if we've got to work considering that warning is for us, then we've got to consider the possibility of them knowing us. How do we work undercover at the party, if they know us?" She asked, while Aoshi opened the last photo. That one showed two bullet holes in the back of each dead body. Their heads had been cut while dead. "Bunch of cowards."
"Even if they know us, we have to go to that party. Nothing leads us to believe they know who we are. The warning could or not be for us. If you look at it, you'll see we've got nothing more than this party. We have to go."
"I know."
"Go to bed, Misao. You need to sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow morning over breakfast."
"Goodnight, Aoshi. I had a really nice time today, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Misao walked out the room and closed the door. Aoshi rubbed his eyes, to get some of the sleep out of them. He still had to mail something before going to bed himself. He went through his pictures and picked one of Misao that showed all her body. He pasted it onto a document and typed under it:
«Armando, here's the photo you asked. I want it done the morning after tomorrow, tops. And I mean it. Call me when it's done. Aoshi.»
He clicked send and went to bed.
The day after…
"Ring… ring… ring… ring…"
Sleepily Aoshi picked up the phone near his bed and looked at his clock. It was 6:30 in the morning, for God's sake!
"Yes?"
"Aoshi! Who is she?" Armando's voice yelled at him. How could the man have so much energy so early in the morning? "She is simply divine! That hair! Ow, and those eyes are simply to dies for!"
"I thought you were gay, Armando." Said Aoshi, getting up. After this he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep; he might as well get up and go jogging in the woods.
"Oh, I am, Aoshi, you dog. But I can't help but admire. You must bring her over some day. Oh, and that tiny waist. Is she a model? She must be!" Armando went on and on about Misao's body, until Aoshi's eyes got twisted after rolling his eyes so much.
"Look, Armando, I got to go. See ya! Oh, and by the way, she isn't a model."
"What a waste, my God!"
Aoshi hung up and walked to his wardrobe. He got dressed in a pair of blue sweat pants, a gray T-shirt and sneakers. Five minutes later he was outdoors jogging for the woods inside his property.
Aoshi had to think through his plans. So, the party was the day after, he and Misao had to go and pretend they were a couple. After last night, Aoshi didn't know if he could just pretend to be going out with her. He would end up getting too much pleasure out of their performance, and he'd get addicted. He could already feel himself longing for her touch again! That hand moving up and down his back. The only thing missing was a scratch or two.
"Oh, get over it, Shinomori. It's just Misao!" Yeah, sure. Easier said than done! While he ran, her face just wouldn't go away. And if it had only been her face, but it was her entire body clinging to his, talking to him as if he were her lover. After a while, his imagination had already taken him on trip too far for his taste. He had better slow down.
"This is going to be so hard." He said to himself. "So hard."
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Well, here it is. I really loved the Rebecca part! Go girl! That's Misao for us…
Don't forget to review! Thanks for reading.
JA!
MaRiAnA
2 Hi! How's everyone? I want to thanks all the nice reviews I've been receiving. This chapter is a bit smaller than the other ones, but the next one will be about the party (finally!) and I didn't have anything to place in this one.
Also want to thanks Moon for the kind and funny remarks and for putting up with my grammar! You're the best!
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6 Crossover between RK & Highlander
Chapter 7b
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Aoshi had his mind split in two objects. The first was of course Misao; he looked at the top of her head and felt his heart relax. The other was the fact that he felt as though he had ants crawling under his skin. Had it been because of the wine? He had never felt that effect before! He felt his hands burning with movement and the fabric of Misao's top rubbing against them. The feeling of cotton fabric was engrained into the nerves of his legs. . And he felt hot.
The singer's voice kept entering his brain, but only the tone, because the lyrics were lost to him. His brain couldn't digest that much information at the same time. He felt Misao lay her head on his shoulder and saw her close her eyes. He could tell she was a bit tired… or a bit drunk. She had never had had a good tolerance to alcohol and now she took some time to get over it.
He also felt the huge effort it took him not to take a look at her tattoo and see what it was. He was burning with curiosity! Her right hand moved from his waist up his back, and he felt goosebumps all over his skin. That hand dropped down his back, then up again… it did that movement, up and down, for at least five whole minutes. Then he heard something, a small noise. What was that? He moved his head closer to her, to hear it more clearly. Yup, he was right; she was purring. The effect that sensuous sound had on him was astonishing. If he didn't have great control over his body, he would have got a tremendous hard-on. If she was this sexy without meaning to be, then he didn't know what to do if she decided to make a move on him. He didn't remember her ever coming on to him that hard, when they lived at the Aoiya. Well, she had been an innocent at that time after all; she surely didn't know how to cause that effect on a man. He couldn't forget all the lovers she had had over the years.
It had took him years to summon almost all the photos and bios on those guys. Most of them were dead by now, but some of them were Immortals that kept wandering around bars and clubs trying to catch young women. He couldn't imagine his sweet Misao in the middle of a club dancing or making out with some of those guys. He felt Misao's hand clutch his shirt, and her nose fondle his neck, while purring. No, wait, he could see her after all. She had matured so much! She knew the world and, most importantly, she knew men and how to deal with them. But right at that moment, Aoshi was almost certain she didn't have a clue what she was doing.
Right after the song finished, Aoshi took her hand and led her to their table again. Her hand didn't let go of his shirt until they were seated in their chairs. She placed her head between her hands and tried to sort her head out. Aoshi was just about to take her home, when a hand dropped to his shoulder.
"Aoshi, you decided to follow my guide for once." Said a voice from behind him. Aoshi's head turned around and he recognized the man, who stood along side his girlfriend, as an old friend of his. Aoshi raised from the chair and shook his hand.
"Hi, Clayton. How's everything?" Aoshi asked his friend.
"Everything's fine. Look, this is Rebecca, my girlfriend." Said Clayton, introducing the tall blonde woman besides him. "Hon, this is Aoshi, we meet at one of those boring meetings about security."
Rebecca granted Aoshi a huge smile and shook his hand, and caressed it so that Clayton couldn't see. "Hi! Do you mind if we sit with you?" She asked, as if she knew him and not Clayton. Aoshi accepted, but the thought of putting Misao at the same table as that woman didn't please him. As soon as they sat, Misao raised her head, and Aoshi introduced them to her. After a while, Clayton got up to greet another friend of his.
"So, Aoshi, what do you do for a living?" Rebecca asked with a sugary voice making Misao's head turn to look at her.
"I work in the security business." He answered with an air of boredom. Rebecca, thinking Misao wasn't looking, placed her hand on his thigh and smiled at him.
"Really? That's so interesting." Aoshi raised one eyebrow at her and then looked at Misao. She was pouring herself another glass of wine, after having finished the other one. She was going to get terribly pissed! "And what exactly do you do in the security business?"
"I make sure people are safe." He answered, taking her hand and putting it on the table. Rebecca fetched her purse and pulled out a cigarette. Soon after, the smoke was around them.
"Is that like a bodyguard?" She asked, leaning over him. Misao was already on another glass. Aoshi could clearly see her clenched jaw. "I think it's so cool when people risk their lives to save other people's." Rebecca's voice was a whisper used just for him to hear.
"I'm not a bodyguard anymore." Answered Aoshi, taking a look to see if Clayton was coming back or not.
"Ow, but you've got the body of one. You're all muscles." Rebecca said, placing her hand on his arm. Aoshi thought about smacking it, but he didn't want to make a scene, especially with Clayton there. Just as Aoshi was rolling his eyes in contempt, Misao dropped her glass and turned to them. Then she did the most amazing thing ever! She rubbed against him, placed one hand in his face and purred loud enough for Rebecca to hear.
"Aoshi, lets go home." She let her hand trail down his chest to his belt. "We have such interesting things to do at home, Hun."
Aoshi felt Rebecca recoil and hiss. He also could smell an immense amount of alcohol wafting through the air, when Misao talked to him. She was really pissed! But he didn't let that chance go. He grabbed her things, placed a hand around her waist and stood up to leave.
"Well, Rebecca, I'm going home. Please excuse us to Clayton and tell him I'll call him one of these days." And then he let Misao drag him. Once outside, Misao took his hand away and started laughing hard. Her steps were hesitant, and she kept making huge gestures with her arms.
"That was so much fun!" She said. "Did you see her face?" Then she burst out laughing again. Aoshi smiled at her and opened his car door for her. She sat and looked at him when he ran to the other side of the car. "So, what do we do now?" She asked, when he started the car.
"I thought you wanted to go home."
"I just said that, because you looked like you could use some help with that woman." She said, sighing. "What about a walk along the sea?" She asked.
"Are you sure you're capable of walking?" He asked with a devious smile.
"Hai! I'm not drunk, Aoshi." Answered Misao. "Besides, it's only midnight."
"Very well." Aoshi stepped on the gas and drove to the docks. A city like Tokyo never goes to sleep, and at midnight, it was still very much alive. The nightclubs were just opening and huge lines of people could be seen outside their doors; most of them had big-lit signs. Yes, the city was just coming to live. Misao closed her eyes and opened her window. Aoshi couldn't help but look as her hair flew in the air, around her face and shoulders.
"We're here." He said. He was hoping she had fallen asleep during the trip, but her eyes opened as soon as he talked. She got out of the car and put on her coat. He got out too and locked it. "Which way do you want to go?"
Misao merely walked to her left and told him to follow her. Aoshi ran up to her, and both of them walked in silence for some time. Her steps were still a bit hesitant, but they got better after a while and Aoshi could see she was coming out of her drunkenness.
"Damn that Portuguese wine!" She whined. "I can't believe you let me drink that much, Aoshi."
"Well, I wasn't looking, and I'm not your father. I thought you knew your limit." He answered calmly.
"Apparently I don't."
"Well, I know that now, don't I?" He said, smirking. She looked at him and caught him smiling.
"It's not funny! Before, you never smiled, and now, you smile for stupid things!" Aoshi was surprised to find anger in her voice. She had never talked to him like that! Sure, she had given him some sarcastic replies over the last few days, but she had never been angry with him. Or maybe she had been all the time and only had the guts to show him at that moment. Aoshi couldn't imagine her not being angry with him. After all, he had refused her love, ignored her, had pretty much broken her heart, had let years and years gone by without talking to her, had stabbed her… yes, she must have been angry with him all that time.
So he did the only thing that came to his head. He hugged her. He squeezed her body to his and whispered to her ear: "I'm sorry, Misao. I really am." After some moments, he felt Misao's arms encircle him and pat his back.
"That's okay, Aoshi. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to." Aoshi looked at her eyes. She was smiling again. Then, he looked at her lips and saw her tongue dart out to lick them. He felt himself bend down to follow that tongue inside her mouth.
"Honk! Honk! Get a fucking room!" A couple of kids in a car passed right beside them and made their point clear. Misao jumped out of his embrace and started walking again. Damn! He could just kill those kids.
Aoshi started walking too, and they kept silent for a long time, until Aoshi's cell phone rang.
"Hai?"
"Aoshi, it's Saitoh. Where are you?" Saitoh's hard voice asked.
"I'm walking. Why?"
"Walking?! Well, whatever. We've got another couple of dead bodies and this time we've got a warning with it."
"A warning?" Aoshi asked. "For whom?"
"Us. It says: 'Keep away from our business, we're on to you too.' Very eloquent!" Said Saitoh, sarcastically. "Get to your house as soon as you can. I'm e-mailing you some photos of it, and I want to talk to you after that. Can you stop… walking and go home?" Saitoh hung up.
"We've got to go home, Misao. Saitoh's found another couple of bodies and this time it has a warning for us." Misao nodded and headed back for the car.
When Aoshi got to his computer that was plugged in 24/7, he already had the 'You've got mail' sign. He opened the mail, and the computer quickly downloaded four pictures. The first two were of a wall with blood red writings on it.
"' Keep away from our business, we're on to you'" Misao read, over his shoulder. "How do we know that's for us? They could be warning the Watchers that are on to them. It is, after all, the first time Watchers are meddling with our affairs and that could be warning them."
"Yes, yes they could, but we've got to work as if it was mean for us. It's safer that way." Answered Aoshi, while opening the third photo. It one showed the bodies with their heads cut off. That was nothing new to them.
"But if we've got to work considering that warning is for us, then we've got to consider the possibility of them knowing us. How do we work undercover at the party, if they know us?" She asked, while Aoshi opened the last photo. That one showed two bullet holes in the back of each dead body. Their heads had been cut while dead. "Bunch of cowards."
"Even if they know us, we have to go to that party. Nothing leads us to believe they know who we are. The warning could or not be for us. If you look at it, you'll see we've got nothing more than this party. We have to go."
"I know."
"Go to bed, Misao. You need to sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow morning over breakfast."
"Goodnight, Aoshi. I had a really nice time today, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Misao walked out the room and closed the door. Aoshi rubbed his eyes, to get some of the sleep out of them. He still had to mail something before going to bed himself. He went through his pictures and picked one of Misao that showed all her body. He pasted it onto a document and typed under it:
«Armando, here's the photo you asked. I want it done the morning after tomorrow, tops. And I mean it. Call me when it's done. Aoshi.»
He clicked send and went to bed.
The day after…
"Ring… ring… ring… ring…"
Sleepily Aoshi picked up the phone near his bed and looked at his clock. It was 6:30 in the morning, for God's sake!
"Yes?"
"Aoshi! Who is she?" Armando's voice yelled at him. How could the man have so much energy so early in the morning? "She is simply divine! That hair! Ow, and those eyes are simply to dies for!"
"I thought you were gay, Armando." Said Aoshi, getting up. After this he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep; he might as well get up and go jogging in the woods.
"Oh, I am, Aoshi, you dog. But I can't help but admire. You must bring her over some day. Oh, and that tiny waist. Is she a model? She must be!" Armando went on and on about Misao's body, until Aoshi's eyes got twisted after rolling his eyes so much.
"Look, Armando, I got to go. See ya! Oh, and by the way, she isn't a model."
"What a waste, my God!"
Aoshi hung up and walked to his wardrobe. He got dressed in a pair of blue sweat pants, a gray T-shirt and sneakers. Five minutes later he was outdoors jogging for the woods inside his property.
Aoshi had to think through his plans. So, the party was the day after, he and Misao had to go and pretend they were a couple. After last night, Aoshi didn't know if he could just pretend to be going out with her. He would end up getting too much pleasure out of their performance, and he'd get addicted. He could already feel himself longing for her touch again! That hand moving up and down his back. The only thing missing was a scratch or two.
"Oh, get over it, Shinomori. It's just Misao!" Yeah, sure. Easier said than done! While he ran, her face just wouldn't go away. And if it had only been her face, but it was her entire body clinging to his, talking to him as if he were her lover. After a while, his imagination had already taken him on trip too far for his taste. He had better slow down.
"This is going to be so hard." He said to himself. "So hard."
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Well, here it is. I really loved the Rebecca part! Go girl! That's Misao for us…
Don't forget to review! Thanks for reading.
JA!
MaRiAnA