Rimnerel: Hm...what do I want to say for this chapter?
Tala (glaring): What Kai meant in the last chapter!
Rimnerel: You still on that? Man, you like to keep grudges. Kai meant nothing by it. He was just messing with your head because you're so freaking sensitive when it comes to Kenny. It's not like I have hundreds of stories dedicated to Kenny and Kai or anything.
Tyson (walking in): Hey Rim, I found another one of your Kenny/Kai fics. You want me to put it with the other ten?
Tala: .....
Rimnerel (^ ^;): Um, I would like to thank Angevar, blazing-wolf-08, B. Tiamat Atardecer (who is still probably drooling her her keyboard now), jen wit 1 n, FREAK014 (don't kill me for it, I had nothing to do with it, honestly!), and Silverm for all of your reviews. Now let's get on with the story. It's kind of short cause I lost inspiration for it at the last moment. Sue my muses.
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Just as Kenny was about to turn back and find his way back to the rave party, a hand covered his mouth. (A/N: I just wanted to let FREAK know that there are actually raves without drugs and alcohol, shocking isn't it!) An arm wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. Struggling, he found he could not break free from the person's hold. He started to panick, struggling more, but found he still could not get free and that he was finding himself being dragged deeper into the field.
This was not happening to him, he told himself.
This couldn't be happening to him.
Why was it happening to him? It had to be a dream he would wake up from soon enough. A strange dream that he would never have again. Or not, his brain told him. He was smack dap in the middle of reality and there was no way around that fact.
His heart hammered against his chest, afraid of who it was that had him, and why they had grabbed him. Maybe it was someone who was going to sell him off into slavery. That was the last thing he needed, people using him for his brillant mind like he was a dog. Or maybe it was worse than that. Maybe it was some child molesting hermit who lived out in the woods waiting for unsuspecting, lost young boys like himself, so they could drag them into a cave and do horrendous things to them. Then make them their sex slaves.
"Stop yer squirmin'," came a deep rumbling voice behind him. "Make's it harder on ya." Kenny could smell the putrid stench of liqueur on his captor's breath that made him want to gap.
Great, exactly what he needed. A drunkard, child molesting, hermit who had nothing better to do with his time than rape lost young men like himself. How did he get himself into this predicament again? He had been better off with the crazy chick back at the rave, if he knew this was going to happen. Kenny struggled a bit more, determined not to do the most cliched thing in this situation and give in to paralysis quite yet, then wait for someone to come along and save him.
"Stop yer movin', gonna be harder on ya move," the male said, struggling to keep himself and the boy upright. This one was a real spit fire. Taking his hand from over the boy's mouth, the drunkard grabbed the boy's hair, yanking on it roughly. Kenny yelped in pain, knowing he would have a headache later on if he got out of this in one piece. "Now shush up."
"Let me go!" Kenny shouted at the male, only to have his hair pulled again. A hiss of pain escaped his lips. "If you don't, I'll scream."
"Scream then. No one gonna hear ya out here. Just shush up now and I let ya go once I done." The drunkard fumbled for Kenny's waist line, clusmily attempting to pull his pants down. Kenny panicked, struggling more, only to have his hair yanked again. "Next time not gonna be so gentle wit ya."
A cold hand slipped under Kenny's shirt, touching the smooth skin. Kenny shivered, feeling revulsion rise up from the pit of his stomach, churning up into the back of his throat. He could taste the bile on his tongue as the rancid breath hit the back of his neck. The ragged breathing growing even more haggard as the hand went down to touch the teen's inner thighs. Kenny tried to clench his legs together, but received another yank and a promise of being hit next time if he didn't cooperate.
"Stop!" Kenny tried to pull away, a wave of nausea hitting him as he felt a blow to the back of his skull. For a second, his world tilted and dimmed as his eyes went out of focus for a second. When he came back around, he found the body behind him pressed directly to his.
"Told ya not gonna be gentle wit ya," the drunkard said, moving his hand from between the boy's legs to find his belt to loosen the strain in his pants. His erection brushed against the boy's backside. "Gonna make ya feel nice now."
*God, please don't let this happen. Please...god...no...* Kenny squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry or break down now. He wasn't going to. There was no way he would give in to this bastard.
"Hey." The two individuals froze in their actions. Kenny opened his eyes, looking around to find out where that voice had come from. The drunk looked around to, his eyes wide with suspicion. A rustling sound caught Kenny's attention to the single tree standing in the entire field. Two small red dots were spotted, but two could be made out in the shade of night. Focusing on the two figures, Kenny made out their shapes and the fact they were laying on the branches. "What's with all the noise? Can't a person get some peace and quiet?"
"If you haven't heard, I'm struggling for my life with a rapist," Kenny screamed at the figures. Sure he could have been thankful that someone was around to stop this from happening, but currently he was too busy being pissed at them. If they had been up in that damn tree for a while, why hadn't they bothered to come down and help him?
"Rapist?" Another voice spoke up. This one sounded familiar to Kenny. "That's whay all the noise is about? Fuck." More rustling could be heard as one of the individuals slipped out the tree, walking from the shade of the tree into the moonlight where Kenny and the drunk were. Kenny's eyes widened, seeing the male from earlier that afternoon standing there. A lit cigarette hung loosely from his lips as his eyes flickered over the scene. His blue eyes held little recognition of Kenny. "Don't look like a rapist to me. More like someone who knows a piece of ass when he sees it."
"What?!" Kenny flushed.
Laughter erupted from the tree as the other figure with the red head slipped out the tree, walking over to the scene. Kenny's eyes fell upon a male with duel hair and strange reddish eyes. He was dressed in a pair of dark, fitting jeans which were almost like a second skin on him. The sleeveless, low cut top left little to the imagination to what laid underneath. He was also smoking a cigarette. His eyes flickered over Kenny interestingly, when a smirk finally rose to his lips. "You're absolutely right about that. Certainly a nice piece of ass."
"Am I ever wrong?" stated the red haired male.
"If you wouldn't mind," Kenny said, feeling a nerve about to pulse from their practically nonchallant attitudes. Both of them had to be the biggest pricks he had ever had the chance to know as saviors. "I still need some help here."
"Oh yeah. Rapist and all." The male turned his eyes to the drunkard, a flash of coldness glinting deep into the older teen's eyes as he pulled out a 9mm handgun. The object glinted in the moonlight, as he pointed it directly as the drunkard. Kenny panicked even more, his heart about to go into cardiac arrest. This was seriously over the top. What the hell was this guy thinking pulling out a gun on another individual? Did he really want to pull time or something for murder? Did he even care? "I suggest you let the kid go, before I blow your fucking head off."
The drunkard back away from Kenny, releashing him. Shaking, he stumbled and fell on his back. The red head with the gun walked over to the sprawled drunk, pointing the gun at his crotch as he pulled back the hammer. Kenny stared wide eye from the red head, to the other teen who was watching in a laid back manner. Drawing from his cigarette, he tapped his foot on the ground, as if impatient for this to be over.
"Going to do it or not, Tala. I don't have all night to stand around and watch you tease some old drunk," the male finally said to his gun totting companion.
"Yeah, yeah," the red head said. "I'll get it over with. Okay old man, let's end this."
"No! Don't!" screamed the drunkard. Piss stained his pants as he watched the boy over him pull the trigger. There was a soft click as he heard the boy chuckle.
"Bang. Got you." A wicked grin came to his face as the drunk passed out from shock. "Hell, that was so lame. Could at least given me more of a show that that. Oh well." Turning back to Kenny and his companion, the red head put the gun back into his back pocket. His eyes flickered over Kenny who was visibly shaking. "You okay?"
Kenny turned from the two, feeling the bile in the back of his throat rise. Doubling over, he wrenched up his dinner from that evening. For a minute he remained like that until he was done. When nothing came up, he pulled himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"You okay, kid?" the red head repeated. Kenny glared at the male despite his weakness a moment ago.
"Do you think I'm okay! I got myself lost in the damn middle of nowhere, I was nearly raped, and then you pull out an empty gun on people," Kenny retorted. "I don't think any normal person would be. And not to mention the little cracks you made about me being potential raping material."
"Oh, you didn't think it was funny?" The male shrugged and was about to walk off when Kenny grabbed hold of his shirt. With a rose brow, he gave the brunette a questioning stare. "What now?"
"I did mention that I'm lost. You could at least show me the way back into town," Kenny stated.
"Fine," the red head sighed.
"I'll catch you later, Tala. I'm heading back," the male with duel hair replied, walking away. "Don't get yourself into trouble while you're away either. I know how reckless you are."
"Yeah, yeah." The red head turned his attention back to Kenny, continuing to smoke his cigarette before flicking the butt aside. "Come on kid. Let's get you back into town before you find yourself more trouble." Hesitantly, Kenny followed the crazy, older teen out of the field, back through the trees Kenny had made his way through.
Silence filled the space of their walking. The occasional rustle of leaves being pushed aside, or snap of twigs under their feet rose to dance in the air before the sounds are completely forgotten. Kenny was nervous, not just for the obvious reason that he was following a gun totting lunatic back into town when in fact he could be leading Kenny to who knows where. So, okay, he probably could have done anything to Kenny by now, but what was he suppose to think when people started to use a gun for a source of entertainment? Secondly, there was something so exciting, so daring about this male that Kenny didn't know how to reason things out.
"You came from a city?" the male said after twenty minutes of silence.
"Huh?" Kenny remarked.
"I said you came from a big city, didn't you?" the male repeated. "You definitely don't act like a country boy."
There was emphasis on the country boy part. As if he was mocking where he was, and how he was raised. Was it possible he resented his life here in the country and wanted to live in a larger city? But then he would probably be cartered away for illegal gun usage.
"Yeah, I come from a large city," Kenny answered. "Born and raised there."
"Thought as much." After that, the silence arose once more between them. Kenny wondered exactly what about this male tht just called to his curiosity. Maybe it was that he broke every aspect of what a country person was suppose to be like. Maybe it was, or maybe the male's fiery spirit drew him. Who knew exactly what it was. Only fate had that answer currently.
"Hey," the male spoke again, another ten minutes later.
"Yeah?" Kenny said looking up.
"The town's up ahead," the male pointed to the slightly sleeping town. A few lights remained on, but most of the town rested in silent serenity. It was strange to look at a place and not see bright lights, music blaring from next door or even down the street, cars speeding down the forever busy streets, even the occasional couples arguing over something petty. "It's a lot different from what you're use to, huh?"
"Yeah. No music, cars, or people cluttering the night. It's eerie, and relaxing all at once. How can a place--" Kenny started.
"It's getting late. Go home or wherever it is that you're staying," the male said, interrupting as he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket. Pulling out a lighter, the male flipped it open as he began walking away.
"Wait! I never got your name. Despite everything, thanks for the help."
"Yeah. I wouldn't have gotten any quiet time if I had continued to allow him to try and rape you. You are a nice piece of ass after all, no use spoiling it on him," the male grinned wickedly. Kenny's cheeks went up like flares as he gaped at the male.
"You--"
"By the way, it's Tala. Tala Ivanor. See you later city boy." if Kenny had been as arrogant as the older male, he would have retorted something snide. But his lips didn't move. So...his name was Tala. Strange name, but of course he was a strange person himself. It was like he had a gravitational pull with him. One that Kenny couldn't help but want to orbit closer to him.
"All right then. Later Tala," Kenny whispered as he watched the male disappear back through the woods. What Kenny didn't know yet was that he has already discovered a flower that would change and represent all the events yet to happen that summer, which would change lives forever.
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Rimnerel (yawns): Okay, I'm finished. Man I'm sleepy.
Kenny: You should get more sleep then.
Rimnerel (huggles Kenny): Thank you Ken-chan! That's why I love you so much!
Tala (growling): Let him go, wench.
Rimnerel (glaring): No, he doesn't belong to you. (Tala growls more) Stop growling at me you freak. Okay, now Ken-chan, do my ending for me.
Kenny: Okay. Rimnerel promises that the next chapter will have more in it, just that she has no idea what it's going to be about right now. So if everyone can wait until Saturday, she promises to have everything squared away. She hopes everyone liked this chapter and will also read her other works if you haven't done so already.
Rimnerel (cuddling Kenny): Thank you Ken-chan! Okay, you heard him, Saturday we shall have the next chapter out for you. So until then, have fun!
Tala (glaring): What Kai meant in the last chapter!
Rimnerel: You still on that? Man, you like to keep grudges. Kai meant nothing by it. He was just messing with your head because you're so freaking sensitive when it comes to Kenny. It's not like I have hundreds of stories dedicated to Kenny and Kai or anything.
Tyson (walking in): Hey Rim, I found another one of your Kenny/Kai fics. You want me to put it with the other ten?
Tala: .....
Rimnerel (^ ^;): Um, I would like to thank Angevar, blazing-wolf-08, B. Tiamat Atardecer (who is still probably drooling her her keyboard now), jen wit 1 n, FREAK014 (don't kill me for it, I had nothing to do with it, honestly!), and Silverm for all of your reviews. Now let's get on with the story. It's kind of short cause I lost inspiration for it at the last moment. Sue my muses.
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Just as Kenny was about to turn back and find his way back to the rave party, a hand covered his mouth. (A/N: I just wanted to let FREAK know that there are actually raves without drugs and alcohol, shocking isn't it!) An arm wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. Struggling, he found he could not break free from the person's hold. He started to panick, struggling more, but found he still could not get free and that he was finding himself being dragged deeper into the field.
This was not happening to him, he told himself.
This couldn't be happening to him.
Why was it happening to him? It had to be a dream he would wake up from soon enough. A strange dream that he would never have again. Or not, his brain told him. He was smack dap in the middle of reality and there was no way around that fact.
His heart hammered against his chest, afraid of who it was that had him, and why they had grabbed him. Maybe it was someone who was going to sell him off into slavery. That was the last thing he needed, people using him for his brillant mind like he was a dog. Or maybe it was worse than that. Maybe it was some child molesting hermit who lived out in the woods waiting for unsuspecting, lost young boys like himself, so they could drag them into a cave and do horrendous things to them. Then make them their sex slaves.
"Stop yer squirmin'," came a deep rumbling voice behind him. "Make's it harder on ya." Kenny could smell the putrid stench of liqueur on his captor's breath that made him want to gap.
Great, exactly what he needed. A drunkard, child molesting, hermit who had nothing better to do with his time than rape lost young men like himself. How did he get himself into this predicament again? He had been better off with the crazy chick back at the rave, if he knew this was going to happen. Kenny struggled a bit more, determined not to do the most cliched thing in this situation and give in to paralysis quite yet, then wait for someone to come along and save him.
"Stop yer movin', gonna be harder on ya move," the male said, struggling to keep himself and the boy upright. This one was a real spit fire. Taking his hand from over the boy's mouth, the drunkard grabbed the boy's hair, yanking on it roughly. Kenny yelped in pain, knowing he would have a headache later on if he got out of this in one piece. "Now shush up."
"Let me go!" Kenny shouted at the male, only to have his hair pulled again. A hiss of pain escaped his lips. "If you don't, I'll scream."
"Scream then. No one gonna hear ya out here. Just shush up now and I let ya go once I done." The drunkard fumbled for Kenny's waist line, clusmily attempting to pull his pants down. Kenny panicked, struggling more, only to have his hair yanked again. "Next time not gonna be so gentle wit ya."
A cold hand slipped under Kenny's shirt, touching the smooth skin. Kenny shivered, feeling revulsion rise up from the pit of his stomach, churning up into the back of his throat. He could taste the bile on his tongue as the rancid breath hit the back of his neck. The ragged breathing growing even more haggard as the hand went down to touch the teen's inner thighs. Kenny tried to clench his legs together, but received another yank and a promise of being hit next time if he didn't cooperate.
"Stop!" Kenny tried to pull away, a wave of nausea hitting him as he felt a blow to the back of his skull. For a second, his world tilted and dimmed as his eyes went out of focus for a second. When he came back around, he found the body behind him pressed directly to his.
"Told ya not gonna be gentle wit ya," the drunkard said, moving his hand from between the boy's legs to find his belt to loosen the strain in his pants. His erection brushed against the boy's backside. "Gonna make ya feel nice now."
*God, please don't let this happen. Please...god...no...* Kenny squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry or break down now. He wasn't going to. There was no way he would give in to this bastard.
"Hey." The two individuals froze in their actions. Kenny opened his eyes, looking around to find out where that voice had come from. The drunk looked around to, his eyes wide with suspicion. A rustling sound caught Kenny's attention to the single tree standing in the entire field. Two small red dots were spotted, but two could be made out in the shade of night. Focusing on the two figures, Kenny made out their shapes and the fact they were laying on the branches. "What's with all the noise? Can't a person get some peace and quiet?"
"If you haven't heard, I'm struggling for my life with a rapist," Kenny screamed at the figures. Sure he could have been thankful that someone was around to stop this from happening, but currently he was too busy being pissed at them. If they had been up in that damn tree for a while, why hadn't they bothered to come down and help him?
"Rapist?" Another voice spoke up. This one sounded familiar to Kenny. "That's whay all the noise is about? Fuck." More rustling could be heard as one of the individuals slipped out the tree, walking from the shade of the tree into the moonlight where Kenny and the drunk were. Kenny's eyes widened, seeing the male from earlier that afternoon standing there. A lit cigarette hung loosely from his lips as his eyes flickered over the scene. His blue eyes held little recognition of Kenny. "Don't look like a rapist to me. More like someone who knows a piece of ass when he sees it."
"What?!" Kenny flushed.
Laughter erupted from the tree as the other figure with the red head slipped out the tree, walking over to the scene. Kenny's eyes fell upon a male with duel hair and strange reddish eyes. He was dressed in a pair of dark, fitting jeans which were almost like a second skin on him. The sleeveless, low cut top left little to the imagination to what laid underneath. He was also smoking a cigarette. His eyes flickered over Kenny interestingly, when a smirk finally rose to his lips. "You're absolutely right about that. Certainly a nice piece of ass."
"Am I ever wrong?" stated the red haired male.
"If you wouldn't mind," Kenny said, feeling a nerve about to pulse from their practically nonchallant attitudes. Both of them had to be the biggest pricks he had ever had the chance to know as saviors. "I still need some help here."
"Oh yeah. Rapist and all." The male turned his eyes to the drunkard, a flash of coldness glinting deep into the older teen's eyes as he pulled out a 9mm handgun. The object glinted in the moonlight, as he pointed it directly as the drunkard. Kenny panicked even more, his heart about to go into cardiac arrest. This was seriously over the top. What the hell was this guy thinking pulling out a gun on another individual? Did he really want to pull time or something for murder? Did he even care? "I suggest you let the kid go, before I blow your fucking head off."
The drunkard back away from Kenny, releashing him. Shaking, he stumbled and fell on his back. The red head with the gun walked over to the sprawled drunk, pointing the gun at his crotch as he pulled back the hammer. Kenny stared wide eye from the red head, to the other teen who was watching in a laid back manner. Drawing from his cigarette, he tapped his foot on the ground, as if impatient for this to be over.
"Going to do it or not, Tala. I don't have all night to stand around and watch you tease some old drunk," the male finally said to his gun totting companion.
"Yeah, yeah," the red head said. "I'll get it over with. Okay old man, let's end this."
"No! Don't!" screamed the drunkard. Piss stained his pants as he watched the boy over him pull the trigger. There was a soft click as he heard the boy chuckle.
"Bang. Got you." A wicked grin came to his face as the drunk passed out from shock. "Hell, that was so lame. Could at least given me more of a show that that. Oh well." Turning back to Kenny and his companion, the red head put the gun back into his back pocket. His eyes flickered over Kenny who was visibly shaking. "You okay?"
Kenny turned from the two, feeling the bile in the back of his throat rise. Doubling over, he wrenched up his dinner from that evening. For a minute he remained like that until he was done. When nothing came up, he pulled himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"You okay, kid?" the red head repeated. Kenny glared at the male despite his weakness a moment ago.
"Do you think I'm okay! I got myself lost in the damn middle of nowhere, I was nearly raped, and then you pull out an empty gun on people," Kenny retorted. "I don't think any normal person would be. And not to mention the little cracks you made about me being potential raping material."
"Oh, you didn't think it was funny?" The male shrugged and was about to walk off when Kenny grabbed hold of his shirt. With a rose brow, he gave the brunette a questioning stare. "What now?"
"I did mention that I'm lost. You could at least show me the way back into town," Kenny stated.
"Fine," the red head sighed.
"I'll catch you later, Tala. I'm heading back," the male with duel hair replied, walking away. "Don't get yourself into trouble while you're away either. I know how reckless you are."
"Yeah, yeah." The red head turned his attention back to Kenny, continuing to smoke his cigarette before flicking the butt aside. "Come on kid. Let's get you back into town before you find yourself more trouble." Hesitantly, Kenny followed the crazy, older teen out of the field, back through the trees Kenny had made his way through.
Silence filled the space of their walking. The occasional rustle of leaves being pushed aside, or snap of twigs under their feet rose to dance in the air before the sounds are completely forgotten. Kenny was nervous, not just for the obvious reason that he was following a gun totting lunatic back into town when in fact he could be leading Kenny to who knows where. So, okay, he probably could have done anything to Kenny by now, but what was he suppose to think when people started to use a gun for a source of entertainment? Secondly, there was something so exciting, so daring about this male that Kenny didn't know how to reason things out.
"You came from a city?" the male said after twenty minutes of silence.
"Huh?" Kenny remarked.
"I said you came from a big city, didn't you?" the male repeated. "You definitely don't act like a country boy."
There was emphasis on the country boy part. As if he was mocking where he was, and how he was raised. Was it possible he resented his life here in the country and wanted to live in a larger city? But then he would probably be cartered away for illegal gun usage.
"Yeah, I come from a large city," Kenny answered. "Born and raised there."
"Thought as much." After that, the silence arose once more between them. Kenny wondered exactly what about this male tht just called to his curiosity. Maybe it was that he broke every aspect of what a country person was suppose to be like. Maybe it was, or maybe the male's fiery spirit drew him. Who knew exactly what it was. Only fate had that answer currently.
"Hey," the male spoke again, another ten minutes later.
"Yeah?" Kenny said looking up.
"The town's up ahead," the male pointed to the slightly sleeping town. A few lights remained on, but most of the town rested in silent serenity. It was strange to look at a place and not see bright lights, music blaring from next door or even down the street, cars speeding down the forever busy streets, even the occasional couples arguing over something petty. "It's a lot different from what you're use to, huh?"
"Yeah. No music, cars, or people cluttering the night. It's eerie, and relaxing all at once. How can a place--" Kenny started.
"It's getting late. Go home or wherever it is that you're staying," the male said, interrupting as he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket. Pulling out a lighter, the male flipped it open as he began walking away.
"Wait! I never got your name. Despite everything, thanks for the help."
"Yeah. I wouldn't have gotten any quiet time if I had continued to allow him to try and rape you. You are a nice piece of ass after all, no use spoiling it on him," the male grinned wickedly. Kenny's cheeks went up like flares as he gaped at the male.
"You--"
"By the way, it's Tala. Tala Ivanor. See you later city boy." if Kenny had been as arrogant as the older male, he would have retorted something snide. But his lips didn't move. So...his name was Tala. Strange name, but of course he was a strange person himself. It was like he had a gravitational pull with him. One that Kenny couldn't help but want to orbit closer to him.
"All right then. Later Tala," Kenny whispered as he watched the male disappear back through the woods. What Kenny didn't know yet was that he has already discovered a flower that would change and represent all the events yet to happen that summer, which would change lives forever.
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Rimnerel (yawns): Okay, I'm finished. Man I'm sleepy.
Kenny: You should get more sleep then.
Rimnerel (huggles Kenny): Thank you Ken-chan! That's why I love you so much!
Tala (growling): Let him go, wench.
Rimnerel (glaring): No, he doesn't belong to you. (Tala growls more) Stop growling at me you freak. Okay, now Ken-chan, do my ending for me.
Kenny: Okay. Rimnerel promises that the next chapter will have more in it, just that she has no idea what it's going to be about right now. So if everyone can wait until Saturday, she promises to have everything squared away. She hopes everyone liked this chapter and will also read her other works if you haven't done so already.
Rimnerel (cuddling Kenny): Thank you Ken-chan! Okay, you heard him, Saturday we shall have the next chapter out for you. So until then, have fun!