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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Once I get that big break, this will not bother me any longer.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
A LAUGH THAT IS EVIL: You [I] review again!
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: I know, poor Ryou, how could that stupid author do that to him? ::has a reality check:: Oh wait, how could I do this to him! NOOOOO!
KEMU: I know, it's fascinating why they all find out about Ryou's issues, eh? They are completely blind before then.
KAGENO RYU: 'Music awakens the soul' is very close to what I was taught. Another person said '…excites the soul'. The Latin roughly translated makes a similar message either way. I learned the phrase as 'Music uplifts the soul'. Go figure, it's like the same difference though because it's Latin, eh? Just depends on perspective, I guess. You're one of two people who've answered that question. Maybe I should get you to help with my homework. There's a test in two weeks. Hmm….
CHAOS ANGEL: Bakura is…………….you'll fine out this chapter.
NO NAME: Do you even know the answer to last updates question? Why? Okay, well between you and me, I'm asking what that phrase means to see whom I should E-mail for Latin class answers. Shhh… don't tell! [j/k] Yes, I've already heard my fic is good many times.
NONAME: There are 2 reviewers with the words 'no' and 'name' in their identifiers and both are anonymous! [oh, that makes replying soo much fun!] …………………Okay, my friends [all guy friends] playing Dungeons and Dragons inspired the "master" question. They were all calling my neighbor their 'Master', 'Dungeon Master', and all that stuff. I kinda raised my eyebrows in surprise at the oddness of the phrase as I typed my reply to you. I never can think of "Master" the, ehem, proper way now. ……………… Quote: "...as long as! there's people who get it right, there will be people who get it wrong…." Hey, my friend always says that to people when they mess up. She said that to defend me when I messed up practicing 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Chaplin. Weird.
PHARONICPROPHESYPEACFULRA: You're Latin is very close to what I learned. But, that just depends on how you look at it. You and the other person who replied got 'music' and 'soul' but that damn excitat gets everyone. Another person said '….awakens the soul' instead. They all basically mean the same thing. I was taught that the phrase means 'Music uplifts the soul" for class. You learn Latin? Well, there's a big exam in two weeks…. [j/k bout cheating, which is a horrible, horrible thing to do! Uh…yeah…]
CHEESEPUFF: I know my chapters are good! [and I find this information has yet to disappoint or annoy me]
DRAGGY: Wow, you quoted part of last chapter! You're the only reviewer then that I know hands down who actually read the chapter [I'm really used to all those stuck up mediaminor reviewers that if they don't quote, they didn't read or didn't care]. Hey, you know what, I checked and saw that I was in your favs, but in my "You are in __ members' favorites you're not mentioned at all. Weird, I checked some other folk's names and found out I was in their favs too, and fanfiction.net never told me! This means more people like the stories in my penname than I thought. Hey, this fic might be in the area on 17-19 chapters. For me that is short and I plan a sequel! [sry for seeming random, but I'm suddenly having a lot of trouble concentrating on what I'm typing now]
This is what happened to Yami Bakura after he left the house. He has very little motivation for searching apparently.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 9: Hey, That Rhymed!
Yami Bakura reached Malik's in very good time due to the stalling fact he had no idea how to get there. The blonde haired Egyptian had relocated nearly seven different times to avoid the Find. It was quite hilarious because the Spirit could always find him. (The Millennium Rod was more than half the reason for this.)
"Ishtar!" the Yami hollered walking in.
There were two quite frustrating unison replies. The Spirit nearly slapped his forehead. Both idiot mortals were home. It would have been easy to locate the brother if his voice weren't so damn feminine.
"Malik?" he inquired loudly.
The blonde haired, blue-eyed, Egyptian retard was soon present.
"I'm not talking to you," the moron remarked, making to exit.
"To bad, kid," the Fiend growled, grabbing the boy's collar, "you just did."
"Hey, that rhymed!" Malik sang out childishly in an attempt to be cheerful and succeeding in being annoying instead.
"Yeah, and if you don't stop making such stupid remarks, I'll feel obliged to slam your head against the wall in time," the Daemon answered.
This shut Malik up quite well to say the most. The boy knew anything he could say would be classified as a 'stupid remark'. He kept his mouth shut as the Yami pulled him aside to an empty room.
"Now," the Fiend started, dropping the young man, "Where's my Hikari?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Malik answered.
"Oh, yes, you do, don't act dumb with me, Mortal," the Spirit threatened.
The boy looked at him with a slightly injured air, "I have a name you know, so does your 'Hikari'. Incase you forgot; the kid's name is Ryou Bakura. You should know that, it's your Light."
While he held back the urge to punch Malik in the face, the Spirit did send a sharp kick in the boy's shin. The Ishtar fell backwards easily do to a very horrible relationship with gravity. The Yami didn't feel like smirking at this though in his anger.
"Fine, where's Ryou!" the Fiend yelled, "And don't give me and of that shit like you don't know what I'm saying. His stupid guitar is right there!"
Malik looked at the case against the wall and grinned knowingly.
"Wow, someone's observant!" he replied with laughter in his voice.
"Will you shut up and answer me?" the Fiend asked annoyed.
Malik shrugged and looked up at the Spirit, "Okay, I have no idea where your Hikari is now exactly. He went out for a walk a while ago; said he was gonna come back since I have the guitar here."
The Yami nodded and grabbed the black case.
"I'll be taking this then," he informed.
Malik looked at him confused, "Why do you want Ryou's guitar?"
"To beat annoying Mortals," the Dark smirked, "so you better shut up."
"Awe, I'm not that bad, am I?" the Ishtar asked innocently.
"No, worst," the Fiend replied, "No thanks, for your cooperation. You have successfully wasted my time. Congratulations on being a sufficient idiot."
"Anytime," Malik smirked as the Spirit of the Ring left, "you moron."
"I heard that!" the Fiend yelled from the hallway, "It's called a mirror, Ishtar."
With this parting remark, the Fiend exited. That idiot was the only person alive brave (or stupid) enough to talk back to the violent Spirit. The Yami found himself wondering how the boy even lived with his constant blonde tendencies. That kid's brain didn't set off the charge to light a single Christmas light. What patheticness there was there!
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It was getting dark out as the Fiend walked finally to the Game Shop. He'd check all of Ryou's friend's houses but Yuugi Motou's. The one chick, Anzu, almost clawed his eyes out with her dangerous fingernails after getting a call from Yami. The Fiend made tracks fast. She was the last house he had visited before trying the Motou's. He had hoped it would be too dark out to go as far as the Shop.
The Yami came across a surprise when he reached the Pharaoh's. The two tri-colored hair freaks wouldn't let him in. They locked the door and threatened him if he tried to get to Ryou. Feeling a little obviously uninformed, the Spirit had hung around their house unbeknownst to the occupants and discovered, to his sudden disappointment, they did not know where his Hikari was. On a more frustrating tone, he also heard an account on the phone to either Honda or Jounounchi of what had been seen on Ryou's arms. The Daemon involuntarily growled at this discovery. Ryou should have knocked that little Yuugi punk out for touching him. He could almost hear what sounded like Jounounchi screaming through the other line. It was almost funny.
Almost.
He growled and with a slight mental effort, blowing up a nearby streetlight in frustration. The two Yuugi's watched it shatter from inside the house. Obviously, they were alarmed. Streetlamps simply aren't supposed to just shatter dangerously onto the road below without an excuse from the power companies or the press.
"What was that?" little Yuugi asked.
Yami Yuugi was already at the window, glaring down at the Spirit of the Ring. He knew what power had done the mild destruction.
"What are you doing here, Fiend? If you don't leave, I'll have to come down there," the Pharaoh threatened.
"And I'm scared, why?" the other growled below.
"I know which direction you're Hikari ran; a lot more than you do. I could take him from you since I know the area to look," the Yuugi informed.
"Well, if you care so much, why did you let him go off? I thought you'd be running after Ryou trying to help him. I had not idea you were so cold to other's Hikari in pain," the Daemon mocked.
"He wanted to be by himself, something you never understand," Yami Yuugi spat.
"Ha, and are you gonna feel that way after he gets hit by a car, mugged in an alley, or lost and kidnapped? Are you?" the Fiend asked smartly.
Yami Yuugi's eyes twitched slightly as he glared. The Spirit of the Ring smirked at the absence of an answer.
"I'll leave you with that, Pharaoh," he nodded, walking away quietly.
Halfway home, the Fiend yawned. To his sudden alarm he was tired. It was a shocking discovery for the Yami. Walking home, he could barely keep his eyes open since they felt uncomfortably like they were weighed down with sandbags. This was an almost new experience for him; he hadn't needed real sleep in years. When the Spirit reached the house he literally collapsed onto the couch before he could stop himself from plummeting into darkness. Sleeping wasn't important to Yami's and Shadow creatures, but now he couldn't control it. Only Mortals really needed to rest.
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Ryou ran fast. He had to get far away.
Ryou was soon lost in the darkness. He'd run blindly into the streets and alleys, not thinking of direction, just going, fleeing from something he couldn't escape. The fear, anger, loss, and brief snips of joy had been pushed back away into a relaxing blankness. His misery and paranoia hung over him, but not in him. The boy tried not to think of any pictures in his mind's eye, just viewed black. He could not white out reality in his current state. Instead, ebony clouds consumed images and color before he was forced to view them. White would have held all colors, emotions, equally. Ryou's thoughts did not do so now, he was being consumed by the shades on different levels; black enveloped all.
The boy's sides began to ache from the consistency of the physical exertion as he flew over the dark asphalt of the 'concrete' jungle. The maze of busy intersections and ally ways did not faze him as he darted through or around traffic. He almost got run over twice and may have been the cause of one accident at least. He didn't care; he was riding a rush of energy away from everything. He fanaticized he went so fast the memories wouldn't be able to catch up.
Ryou didn't know where in Domino City he was when he finally tripped, landing headlong into the rough cement and performing a few harsh summersaults. This momentum didn't slow till it was transferred to a cruelly placed wall. The adrenaline instantly ended.
The boy's form completely stopped. The small bump he'd tripped on had ended his sprint. He did not even attempt to arise from the shape his body had taken as it vertically slammed into the hard brick wall. For the best of forty minutes he lay there, barely moving even to breathe. To a passerby Ryou would have seemed as dead as he wished he were.
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AN: Wow, five reviews in one day! Only three short of an instant eight! Wow, I'm sorta happy. Things are looking up. I do hope everyone reviews; this fic is getting very close to 100. It's only the eighth chapter, too! The other fic I was working on with The Evil Laugh didn't get 100 till chapter twenty something!
Now I request over five reviews. They're a ninety-five right now. This fic is so very close to 100. Please review, it means something to me to have reviews go high. It also makes me type faster from a sudden inspiration [hint, hint, especially those reading my other fics with The Evil Laugh].
Now all the next stuff is news I am telling to make sure ya'll read it. It's gonna be in my bio, but no one will read it there.
FOR THOSE WHO READ MY OTHER YU-GI-OH FANFICS: I'm going to publish another fic by The Evil Laugh and me since we have writer block on "Sorry For You Hikari of Yami Bakura" right now. We're working on the last chapter. It's sorta planned, but we just can't get to typing it at all I mean, it's the last chapter! So this other fic we have is about Yami Bakura, has Ancient Egypt, and has no mary-sues, original characters, child abuse, or a plot [j/k!]. Wow, how did we do that?
Also, I'm putting a revised version of "Sorry For You, Hikari of Yami Bakura on Mediaminor. I took The Evil Laugh and my own's story and edited it. It is only a little different from the original, but if you have never read it, read it there once I get it up.
Remember to review "Stigmatized" soon! It is so close to 100 now!
~Alter Ego~
Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Once I get that big break, this will not bother me any longer.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
A LAUGH THAT IS EVIL: You [I] review again!
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: I know, poor Ryou, how could that stupid author do that to him? ::has a reality check:: Oh wait, how could I do this to him! NOOOOO!
KEMU: I know, it's fascinating why they all find out about Ryou's issues, eh? They are completely blind before then.
KAGENO RYU: 'Music awakens the soul' is very close to what I was taught. Another person said '…excites the soul'. The Latin roughly translated makes a similar message either way. I learned the phrase as 'Music uplifts the soul'. Go figure, it's like the same difference though because it's Latin, eh? Just depends on perspective, I guess. You're one of two people who've answered that question. Maybe I should get you to help with my homework. There's a test in two weeks. Hmm….
CHAOS ANGEL: Bakura is…………….you'll fine out this chapter.
NO NAME: Do you even know the answer to last updates question? Why? Okay, well between you and me, I'm asking what that phrase means to see whom I should E-mail for Latin class answers. Shhh… don't tell! [j/k] Yes, I've already heard my fic is good many times.
NONAME: There are 2 reviewers with the words 'no' and 'name' in their identifiers and both are anonymous! [oh, that makes replying soo much fun!] …………………Okay, my friends [all guy friends] playing Dungeons and Dragons inspired the "master" question. They were all calling my neighbor their 'Master', 'Dungeon Master', and all that stuff. I kinda raised my eyebrows in surprise at the oddness of the phrase as I typed my reply to you. I never can think of "Master" the, ehem, proper way now. ……………… Quote: "...as long as! there's people who get it right, there will be people who get it wrong…." Hey, my friend always says that to people when they mess up. She said that to defend me when I messed up practicing 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Chaplin. Weird.
PHARONICPROPHESYPEACFULRA: You're Latin is very close to what I learned. But, that just depends on how you look at it. You and the other person who replied got 'music' and 'soul' but that damn excitat gets everyone. Another person said '….awakens the soul' instead. They all basically mean the same thing. I was taught that the phrase means 'Music uplifts the soul" for class. You learn Latin? Well, there's a big exam in two weeks…. [j/k bout cheating, which is a horrible, horrible thing to do! Uh…yeah…]
CHEESEPUFF: I know my chapters are good! [and I find this information has yet to disappoint or annoy me]
DRAGGY: Wow, you quoted part of last chapter! You're the only reviewer then that I know hands down who actually read the chapter [I'm really used to all those stuck up mediaminor reviewers that if they don't quote, they didn't read or didn't care]. Hey, you know what, I checked and saw that I was in your favs, but in my "You are in __ members' favorites you're not mentioned at all. Weird, I checked some other folk's names and found out I was in their favs too, and fanfiction.net never told me! This means more people like the stories in my penname than I thought. Hey, this fic might be in the area on 17-19 chapters. For me that is short and I plan a sequel! [sry for seeming random, but I'm suddenly having a lot of trouble concentrating on what I'm typing now]
This is what happened to Yami Bakura after he left the house. He has very little motivation for searching apparently.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 9: Hey, That Rhymed!
Yami Bakura reached Malik's in very good time due to the stalling fact he had no idea how to get there. The blonde haired Egyptian had relocated nearly seven different times to avoid the Find. It was quite hilarious because the Spirit could always find him. (The Millennium Rod was more than half the reason for this.)
"Ishtar!" the Yami hollered walking in.
There were two quite frustrating unison replies. The Spirit nearly slapped his forehead. Both idiot mortals were home. It would have been easy to locate the brother if his voice weren't so damn feminine.
"Malik?" he inquired loudly.
The blonde haired, blue-eyed, Egyptian retard was soon present.
"I'm not talking to you," the moron remarked, making to exit.
"To bad, kid," the Fiend growled, grabbing the boy's collar, "you just did."
"Hey, that rhymed!" Malik sang out childishly in an attempt to be cheerful and succeeding in being annoying instead.
"Yeah, and if you don't stop making such stupid remarks, I'll feel obliged to slam your head against the wall in time," the Daemon answered.
This shut Malik up quite well to say the most. The boy knew anything he could say would be classified as a 'stupid remark'. He kept his mouth shut as the Yami pulled him aside to an empty room.
"Now," the Fiend started, dropping the young man, "Where's my Hikari?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Malik answered.
"Oh, yes, you do, don't act dumb with me, Mortal," the Spirit threatened.
The boy looked at him with a slightly injured air, "I have a name you know, so does your 'Hikari'. Incase you forgot; the kid's name is Ryou Bakura. You should know that, it's your Light."
While he held back the urge to punch Malik in the face, the Spirit did send a sharp kick in the boy's shin. The Ishtar fell backwards easily do to a very horrible relationship with gravity. The Yami didn't feel like smirking at this though in his anger.
"Fine, where's Ryou!" the Fiend yelled, "And don't give me and of that shit like you don't know what I'm saying. His stupid guitar is right there!"
Malik looked at the case against the wall and grinned knowingly.
"Wow, someone's observant!" he replied with laughter in his voice.
"Will you shut up and answer me?" the Fiend asked annoyed.
Malik shrugged and looked up at the Spirit, "Okay, I have no idea where your Hikari is now exactly. He went out for a walk a while ago; said he was gonna come back since I have the guitar here."
The Yami nodded and grabbed the black case.
"I'll be taking this then," he informed.
Malik looked at him confused, "Why do you want Ryou's guitar?"
"To beat annoying Mortals," the Dark smirked, "so you better shut up."
"Awe, I'm not that bad, am I?" the Ishtar asked innocently.
"No, worst," the Fiend replied, "No thanks, for your cooperation. You have successfully wasted my time. Congratulations on being a sufficient idiot."
"Anytime," Malik smirked as the Spirit of the Ring left, "you moron."
"I heard that!" the Fiend yelled from the hallway, "It's called a mirror, Ishtar."
With this parting remark, the Fiend exited. That idiot was the only person alive brave (or stupid) enough to talk back to the violent Spirit. The Yami found himself wondering how the boy even lived with his constant blonde tendencies. That kid's brain didn't set off the charge to light a single Christmas light. What patheticness there was there!
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It was getting dark out as the Fiend walked finally to the Game Shop. He'd check all of Ryou's friend's houses but Yuugi Motou's. The one chick, Anzu, almost clawed his eyes out with her dangerous fingernails after getting a call from Yami. The Fiend made tracks fast. She was the last house he had visited before trying the Motou's. He had hoped it would be too dark out to go as far as the Shop.
The Yami came across a surprise when he reached the Pharaoh's. The two tri-colored hair freaks wouldn't let him in. They locked the door and threatened him if he tried to get to Ryou. Feeling a little obviously uninformed, the Spirit had hung around their house unbeknownst to the occupants and discovered, to his sudden disappointment, they did not know where his Hikari was. On a more frustrating tone, he also heard an account on the phone to either Honda or Jounounchi of what had been seen on Ryou's arms. The Daemon involuntarily growled at this discovery. Ryou should have knocked that little Yuugi punk out for touching him. He could almost hear what sounded like Jounounchi screaming through the other line. It was almost funny.
Almost.
He growled and with a slight mental effort, blowing up a nearby streetlight in frustration. The two Yuugi's watched it shatter from inside the house. Obviously, they were alarmed. Streetlamps simply aren't supposed to just shatter dangerously onto the road below without an excuse from the power companies or the press.
"What was that?" little Yuugi asked.
Yami Yuugi was already at the window, glaring down at the Spirit of the Ring. He knew what power had done the mild destruction.
"What are you doing here, Fiend? If you don't leave, I'll have to come down there," the Pharaoh threatened.
"And I'm scared, why?" the other growled below.
"I know which direction you're Hikari ran; a lot more than you do. I could take him from you since I know the area to look," the Yuugi informed.
"Well, if you care so much, why did you let him go off? I thought you'd be running after Ryou trying to help him. I had not idea you were so cold to other's Hikari in pain," the Daemon mocked.
"He wanted to be by himself, something you never understand," Yami Yuugi spat.
"Ha, and are you gonna feel that way after he gets hit by a car, mugged in an alley, or lost and kidnapped? Are you?" the Fiend asked smartly.
Yami Yuugi's eyes twitched slightly as he glared. The Spirit of the Ring smirked at the absence of an answer.
"I'll leave you with that, Pharaoh," he nodded, walking away quietly.
Halfway home, the Fiend yawned. To his sudden alarm he was tired. It was a shocking discovery for the Yami. Walking home, he could barely keep his eyes open since they felt uncomfortably like they were weighed down with sandbags. This was an almost new experience for him; he hadn't needed real sleep in years. When the Spirit reached the house he literally collapsed onto the couch before he could stop himself from plummeting into darkness. Sleeping wasn't important to Yami's and Shadow creatures, but now he couldn't control it. Only Mortals really needed to rest.
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Ryou ran fast. He had to get far away.
Ryou was soon lost in the darkness. He'd run blindly into the streets and alleys, not thinking of direction, just going, fleeing from something he couldn't escape. The fear, anger, loss, and brief snips of joy had been pushed back away into a relaxing blankness. His misery and paranoia hung over him, but not in him. The boy tried not to think of any pictures in his mind's eye, just viewed black. He could not white out reality in his current state. Instead, ebony clouds consumed images and color before he was forced to view them. White would have held all colors, emotions, equally. Ryou's thoughts did not do so now, he was being consumed by the shades on different levels; black enveloped all.
The boy's sides began to ache from the consistency of the physical exertion as he flew over the dark asphalt of the 'concrete' jungle. The maze of busy intersections and ally ways did not faze him as he darted through or around traffic. He almost got run over twice and may have been the cause of one accident at least. He didn't care; he was riding a rush of energy away from everything. He fanaticized he went so fast the memories wouldn't be able to catch up.
Ryou didn't know where in Domino City he was when he finally tripped, landing headlong into the rough cement and performing a few harsh summersaults. This momentum didn't slow till it was transferred to a cruelly placed wall. The adrenaline instantly ended.
The boy's form completely stopped. The small bump he'd tripped on had ended his sprint. He did not even attempt to arise from the shape his body had taken as it vertically slammed into the hard brick wall. For the best of forty minutes he lay there, barely moving even to breathe. To a passerby Ryou would have seemed as dead as he wished he were.
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AN: Wow, five reviews in one day! Only three short of an instant eight! Wow, I'm sorta happy. Things are looking up. I do hope everyone reviews; this fic is getting very close to 100. It's only the eighth chapter, too! The other fic I was working on with The Evil Laugh didn't get 100 till chapter twenty something!
Now I request over five reviews. They're a ninety-five right now. This fic is so very close to 100. Please review, it means something to me to have reviews go high. It also makes me type faster from a sudden inspiration [hint, hint, especially those reading my other fics with The Evil Laugh].
Now all the next stuff is news I am telling to make sure ya'll read it. It's gonna be in my bio, but no one will read it there.
FOR THOSE WHO READ MY OTHER YU-GI-OH FANFICS: I'm going to publish another fic by The Evil Laugh and me since we have writer block on "Sorry For You Hikari of Yami Bakura" right now. We're working on the last chapter. It's sorta planned, but we just can't get to typing it at all I mean, it's the last chapter! So this other fic we have is about Yami Bakura, has Ancient Egypt, and has no mary-sues, original characters, child abuse, or a plot [j/k!]. Wow, how did we do that?
Also, I'm putting a revised version of "Sorry For You, Hikari of Yami Bakura on Mediaminor. I took The Evil Laugh and my own's story and edited it. It is only a little different from the original, but if you have never read it, read it there once I get it up.
Remember to review "Stigmatized" soon! It is so close to 100 now!
~Alter Ego~