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The Red Hunger

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Chapter 6

[Words in Italics are thoughts]

Stay still Kagome……….stay very very still. As those eyes in which burned wheels of flame bore into her naked soul, Kagome held in check every primordial instinct that she had telling her to flee. How did I come to be here?

Ecstasy was the last memory, both sensual and mental, that flitted along her consciousness. The better question was….. "Why did you bring me here Sesshoumaru-sama?"

In a study of silver and white the demon spilled forth, contrasting brilliantly with the noir-silk coverings of what she could only assume was his bed. "Why Kagome? Why not?"

The miko did not know what was worst, the teasing lilt that colored his tone or those brilliant red eyes. Those eyes! Comprehension dawned, and confusion followed. Why was the blood-beast still in control?

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Sesshoumaru had lied to Kagome. Pure and simple. It was not true that he was no longer in control when he reverted to back to 'blood.' Though the mindset was usually reserved for battle…..the blood beast was Sesshoumaru in his purest form, the epitome of a true youkai. It was in essence, Sesshoumaru's passion. It was also the original reason that the youkai learned such stringent control in his youth.

Many always assumed that it was easy being powerful. Most wished for it, yearned for it-- launched epic journeys after a mythical jewel in hopes of gaining it. What fools they were. Power was useless without control. Uncontrolled power was akin to firecracker…it would burn ferociously for a few moments….and then dim to a smokey shadow in the sky.

Sesshoumaru learned this lesson on his own. He should have had guidance from his father….should have been warned….but said parental figure was busy running his Lands, and so Sesshoumaru learned the lessons of power the hard way.

He had been a lovely child, a veritable model of enchanting youth. By nature he was a reserved boy, but the look in his flaming eyes when one managed to coax him into a state of good cheer more than made up for his studious tendencies. His favorite past time would be to roam the woods, proud of the fact that one day all of this land would be his to rule. But he was not arrogant in his actions, in fact many remarked on his gentle nature. His more masculine and brutish contemporaries oft remarked that 'Maru-chan' was girly. His feminine appearance did naught to help the situation, but insults rolled of his back like raindrops on oilskin.

And so the years of idyllic childhood progressed, until Sesshoumaru was just beginning to toe the line of puberty. Then it happened. By anyone standards it was a tragedy. For Sesshoumaru it would become his first and last mistake.

As he'd grown, so had his almost insatiable hunger for knowledge. Especially after the death of his Okaa-san, books had become his escape from grief. Youkai scholars could not produce material fast enough for the bookish youth; they had eons, thus time was no constraint in writing ones life work. So after having devoured all the youkai written scrolls, he'd turned to human sources for knowledge. Those beings whose life's lasted no longer than the flutter of a butterfly wing produced such a cornucopia of written knowledge, that he'd finally found a means to assuage his hunger.

Unfortunately getting his slender hands on these scrolls meant having some sort of rapport with the humans. It became a common sight to see the beautiful Lordling walking the road that led into the large town that was known for catering to both human and youkai alike. Sesshoumaru had always assumed it was because the town straddled the border of the Western youkai and human territories. Not that he minded, it just made it that much easier to make his purchases.

On one such day 'Maru-chan' was inside a dusty shop perusing an ancient tome, which the seller claimed originated from across the sea, when he began to feel a slight pressure building behind his temples………then his skin began to itch terribly. Nonetheless all of these warning symptoms were brushed aside in the youkai's quest for that days reading material.

It was as if a thousand suns were burning beneath his skin, pulsating in his head –pushing—shoving—heaving to get OUT.

'Maru-chan' awoke drenched in blood. When his swimming vision cleared a death scene greeted him. Everywhere he looked people, youkai and human alike, were lying dead. Whatever had happened had spared none. Children were eviscerated, their mother's eyes weeping even in death. Some bodies were shredded into pieces so small as to be unidentifiable. Arms and legs were strewn about like confetti. As the boy stumbled through the wasted town one question raced through his mind, What had the power to do this?

While staring in shock at the gruesome tableau, a small worm of a thought niggled its way to the forefront of his consciousness until……..No. Air rushed in and out, out and in, of his bloodstained mouth.

"NO."

But the evidence proved damning. He was the only one left alive…..he had no memory of what happened…and his claws…..Oh God……his claws still had small pieces of muscle wedged beneath them. Suddenly his memory kicked in, flooding him with surround sound, hi-fi quality pictures of what happened. The small youkai doubled over and vomited until his stomach was empty, yet still he heaved until it was his own blood he was spewing and not that of others.

"Itwasmeitwasmeitwasmeitwasme………"

He'd hunched in on himself, curled in a pool of still warm blood, mumbling this cursed benediction. This was how Jakken found his young ward. Surrounded by hundreds dead, weeping red tears into the blood soaked earth. For Sesshoumaru, regret was the last emotion he would feel for almost a thousand years.

From that day forth, Sesshoumaru made control the essential focus of his life, excepting battle, he'd never been able to loosen the firm hold he had on…well…on himself. Hmmmm, until now that is. While his predicament with Kagome presented the Taiyoukai with quite the quandary………… it also provided him with a safe outlet to 'let go.' He had not consciously realized this, but his subconscious—oh his subconscious definitely got the memo. For some reason Kagome, or her blood, had influence over his 'Blood-beast,' around her it was manageable. Even civil. What she said, he did. Maybe the miko had a special affinity for dogs, who knew? Who cared? Sesshoumaru definitely didn't.

The moment he'd learnt of her 'time of the month,' somewhere deep down in the murkiest regions of his psyche he saw the opportunity for seven days worth of freedom. Think of it……think what that could mean. A week of LIFE, true life……without the constant muting tarnish of control. After all, the merest scent of her blood, coupled with the mate-mark on her shoulder more than reassured the taiyoukai that first and foremost in his instinct ridden mind would be the need to appease Kagome—the only current source of power giving blood, and a potential mate to boot.

So just like the best laid plans of ningen and youkai, while Sesshoumaru actively planned against loosing control…. Blood Beast-kun secretly planned towards it. Leading us to a most interesting situation. When he first caught scent of Kagome's blood, Sesshoumaru let go….. only to rather belatedly (and frantically) realize that there was something rotten in the state of his own mind. Like the brilliant tactician he was, the Taiyoukai quickly assessed his options, felt safe in making the assumption Kagome would not let him commit a mass murder, and then gave in to the inevitable.

Now…now, he stood looking at the rather delectable miko who was comfortably nestled in his silken sheets-while at the same time glaring at him – and answered her question. "Why Kagome? Why not?"

"You tell me Sesshoumaru! How did I get here anyway? What gave you the right to take me?"

"You are mine. You hold my mark . I have every right to take you. You were unprotected, this is unacceptable."

"What do you mean? How was I unprotected?"

Interesting how she still argues , yet does not question my claim on her. "This Sesshoumaru has allowed you to continue your travels when you were protected by the mutt. However, he was no where near you. Why is he not with you?"

Okay Kagome, stay calm remember what the real Sesshoumaru told you about his Blood-Beast…..he needs you , he wont hurt you. Just…argh….just don't upset him. Alright, yup I --Kagome Higurashi-- am as cool as a cucumber! "I was on vacation Sesshoumaru. We were all taking some time to relax before continuing on our journey. I was perfectly safe! I was surrounded by other powerful miko's, and the temple had powerful protection spells. Why couldn't you leave things as they were?"

"Don't make me repeat my self again." His narrowed eyes took in the stubborn tilt to her chin. First I must convince her to stay, then….then I will convince her of other things.

To say that the glint that entered Sesshoumaru's red eyes terrified Kagome would have been a vast understatement. Yet the girl had not left her many adventures without gaining some backbone. So with bravery that was partially born of innocence, she bore onward. "I told you, I was safe!"

The faded moonlight caressed Sesshoumaru's form like the fingers of a loving mistress as he moved to kneel at the edge of the bed. Without his lithe body blocking her view, Kagome was finally able to see the entire room.

It was a cavernous space, comfortably able to fit Sesshoumaru in his full demon form , and a study in black. Everywhere she looked, black curtains, black silk sheets, black pillows, black everything set against a back round of cold gray stone. Amidst this montage of darkness, sat Sesshoumaru, his white clad form cutting the black like a scream in the night.

But he wasn't the only color in the room. As Kagome looked past his throbbing red eyes, there resting harmlessly on a black lacquered dresser was her yellow pack. The one she'd left in her room at the miko temple. How did he….Gods, I felt those ward spells myself. Even Naraku couldn't have entered the temple. How did he do it?

Inwardly the Taiyoukai was chuckling at the wide eyed miko before him, her thoughts as clear as the air. It had been almost absurdly simple to disable the wards. "I told you Kagome, you were not safe there."

Her mind still a-twirl, the miko could only nod in acceptance. "How long will you keep me here?"

Aaah. She is mine now. "Until you are expected back." Had she been looking at the inuyoukai's face, Kagome would have been able to predict his next move.

"In a week then?"

"Yes."

He watched her small tongue dart out to soothe the plump lip, she'd previously been biting, with the hunger of a starving man. Then she shifted, and Sesshoumaru was lost once more. Her natural scent, intoxicating enough on its own, was pure magic when combined with repressed earthy tang of her blood.

When Kagome finally opened her mouth to respond, she found it momentarily filled with Sesshoumaru's tongue. Before she could gasp, or rally a response, his hands tightened in a punishing grip around her shoulders. "Who has kissed you?"

Oh…oh fuck.

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Kouga let out a small sigh, his shoulders weighed down by his decision. It wasn't really that hard, all he had to do was consider the pro's and con's. Keep his pride intact, and sentence his clan to slow death. Or ask for help, and secure their future. Hmmm. Lets see, life or death.

Eeeny meeny miney moe, catch a ningen by the toe. If he hollers, toss him too and fro. Eeeny meeny miney moe…… Alright, life it is.

Kouga sighed again, this time in defeat. Fate had backed him into a corner, and he had exhausted all means given to him. It was time to track down the Great Lord and ask for his assistance.

In reality it had taken the humbled wolven Prince a while to make the choice. However, his clan was depending on him, and he would not lead them to death. Even….even if it means being indebted to a monster. Very little was known about the Great Lord of Japan. Kouga had heard rumors. Terrible, vile, vicious rumors. It was said he killed the three Lords of the North, South, and East….only to resurrect them. He had been only sixteen. To have that kind of power was unthinkable.

When he was younger his father had told him that most lesser youkai could not stand in the Great Lord's presence, for his youkai spirit was that strong. It was like staring into the Sun, you had to look away or go blind.

But what scared Kouga, what haunted his thoughts -- was the fact that once you got past the rumors, legends, and hearsay built up around him, no one knew a damned thing about the Great Lord.

His enemies were all dead, he had no friends, and his citadel was covered by an impenetrable barrier. His only companion was his servant… Jerken…or Jenkin…Something like that…… and most recently a small human girl. Kouga shuddered to think what the child was for.

That's another thing the Great Lord lacked, a mate. Some reported that Sesshoumaru's sexual vices were so perverse, that he killed his lovers to keep them secret. It was really the only explanation, for none could recall anyone bragging they'd graced his bed, and it was impossible he'd remained chaste for 1,900 years. Kouga pitied any woman that had ever rolled betwixt the sheets of Sesshoumaru's bed.

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Kagome felt the growl rumble through Sesshoumaru's chest, before she actually heard it. She pressed herself hard against the down stuffed mattress, all while hoping against hope that he'd not figured out who had kissed her.

The time has come to talk of many things: of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—of cabbages—and kings— and why the sea is boiling hot—and whether pigs have wings.

"I will kill him."

"No, you will not." The miko tried not to wince as his claws pressed through her skin.

"That half breed has touched you….kissed you. "

"So? " A snarl greeted her belligerent response. Good going Kagome, upset the crazed youkai! Brilliant idea! Her brief flicker of bravery died a brutal death, when she was forced to meet his blazing eyes.

"I will kill him." I will rip, I will tear. I will howl on a wind stained with his blood. She had only blinked, and he was already across the room gathering the Toukijin.

With the desperation lent by fear Kagome yelled, "STOP! Please don't kill him." Her cry echoed that of women long martyred.

"Why not?" I will leave him broken, leave him bloody.

"Because….because….I will stay for the entire week, no struggles, no protests, no arguments. Please."

"No arguments, no protests, no struggles?" Aah. But first I will have you.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Thank the Spirits!

Faster than he'd departed, Sesshoumaru was back by Kagome's side. His lips, teeth, and tongue intent on erasing every inch of Inuyasha off of Kagome. She felt like a ripe and aching thing. His touch inflamed her, his tongue soothed her.

He was her immortal addiction, as she was his. What a pair they made.

She felt his tongue press against hers, licking, sucking, searching. It was as if he wanted to eat her inside out. Inuyasha who?

His hands played her body like an instrument. Each caress, each scrape of a claw against her fevered flesh made her sigh and gasp into his ravenous mouth. She had become a wanton thing. Kagome could only press her skin to his, writhe beneath him as his hands wandered lower and lo--- Whoa…whoa..whoa…where exactly does he think those hands are going?!

Kagome's lust filled mind ground to a halt, her eyes snapped open and helplessly looked into his. Cyan met crimson in a heated clash. He knew exactly where his hands were going.

Oddly enough, Kagome's first thoughts upon comprehension were a tad asinine. Thank Kami I'm wearing a tampon. Then upon further thought No! He can't….I wont let him…. No arguments, no protests, no struggles.

Sesshoumaru-sama and Blood Beast-kun wanted to bash their respective head into the wall when 'they' felt her muscles stiffen. So close. I was-- so -- close. Come now, you must approach this carefully. Excuse me, that's exactly what I was trying to do… cum…. NOW. Really, your loathsome inability to pun aside, if you do something to her she does not wish… well how keen are you on turning human? Shut up! I've left everything to you for a thousand years, and 'we' are still a VIRGIN. Hmmmm. 'We,' and I use that term loosely, are also the ruler of all Japan. 'We' are powerful, respected, and best of all feared. You forgot to add that 'we' are also in desperate need of a good fuck. You're only around for the next seven days, be careful where you tread. Are you threatening me? How can I threaten myself? Fine then! What would you have 'us' do? You will catch more flies with honey, than with vinegar. Grant her a boon, make her feel safe, give her the illusion she craves. Eventually, she will be our plaything till the death of time. I knew there was a reason I liked you. Indeed.

"Kagome," his cool breath fanned her burning cheeks, "I will grant you one wish during your stay here. One command I promise I will not break. One thing I cannot do to you….what will it be?"

Relief washed through Kagome in a edifying wave, loosening her tensed muscles like Swedish massage. "No…er….um….intercourse…..and….uh….. your hand's can't go below my waist …. and my underwear stays on all times!" Ha-HA! Take that!

A smile spread across Sesshoumaru's soul at her innocent words. Ever the prodigious bookworm, his mind was already working around her requirements.

"Very well. Let us get some rest. It is late into the night already. "

Her head frantically looked around. "But there is only one bed!?"

"You will stay with me at all times. Including when you sleep."

"What?"

"Remember your promise miko."

"Yes, yes. Is there a room where I can wash up. " Following the motion of his hand, a human sized door was revealed nestled in the far left corner. With the aplomb of an explorer, she walked forth and opened the heavy lacquered door.

Inside was a medium sized room, covered head to foot in black marble. Hmmm. Do I detect a theme? It was an unexpectedly modern looking bathroom…..except that most modern bathrooms did not have a gigantic pool dominating their space. Without further ado, Kagome let out a squeal of delight. Ooooo, it will be so fun to take a bath here tomorrow! Obviously Kagome had her priorities in order!

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow when he heard the miko's shriek. Maybe she'd have let me touch her a bit more if I'd showed her the bathroom first…ne? To his further entertainment she popped out of the bathroom grabbed her pack and skipped back in. I wonder if she realizes she is prancing about topless? On the heals of this thought Kagome walked out of the washroom, and closed it's door with a satisfied thud.

"Okay, " with this she spun around and strode purposefully to the far side of the bed, "I am ready for sleep!…..Oh….Gods help me…" Her voice had shushed to silence, as her eyes took in the scene before her. There, framed by the sin dark sheet's of his bed, lounged the Great Taiyoukai of Japan --naked as the day he was born.

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Fate was a creature of irony. While in one wing of the Western Citadel a scene of lust and pleasure was being cleverly orchestrated, on the other side of the castle the very picture of innocence resided.

Jakken struggled to close the heavy velvet drapes, in hopes of blocking his small ward from getting a chill. With a satisfied 'Hmph,' the fabric closed seamlessly. Now if only I could get Rin to sleep as easily.

The poor toady winced at her bright sing-song voice, "Jakken-chan, Jakken-chan….must Rin go to bed now? "

"Yes."

"Pleeeeeease?"

When faced with her warm, chocolate eyes, Jakken almost gave in. Almost. "No."

"Awwww. You're no fun!"

"Please go to bed! Sesshoumaru-sama will be most upset if he hears you were troublesome!"

"Jakken-chan, why can't I see Sesshoumaru-sama for a week? Does he…..was Rin bad? "

"No. He is….."

"Jakken-chan, can Rin tell you a secret?"

His beady yellow eyes sharpened to pin-pricks. It's probably about a new meadow where she can pick flowers for her dear Sesshoumaru-sama. "Yes Rin." If it will silence you!

"When Sesshoumaru-sama told Rin to stay in the gardens …. Rin…..Rin did not. Rin hid under a table. "

She WHAT?! "You WHAT?!"

Large brown eyes wide with tears, the small girl continued, " Jakken-chan, Rin saw Sesshoumaru-sama carrying a sleeping girl. He was hugging her very tight. Sesshoumaru-sama has never held Rin like that. Is this girl here to replace Rin? Does Sesshoumaru-sama not love Rin anymore?"

Jakken's heart broke with each gulping sob the little child let out. She had pinned him to the bed and was openly weeping on his chest. It was rather awkward since they were both the same size. "Silly human! That's what you get for spying. Didn't you recognize the girl? It was that stupid miko…. Kagome. Sesshoumaru-sama was showing his kind beneficence by helping her. " Riiiiight.

"It was Kagome-chan?"

"Yes."

"Oh!" Then with the speed of a schizophrenic Rin was smiling, and happily snuggling herself into her soft bed. "Jakken-chan, tell Rin a story."

Why me? "Do you promise to be a good little human and sleep if I do?"

"Of course Jakken-chan!"

Snuffing the candle, the hunched youkai sighed once more, and began his tale.

"There was a boy called--"

"No-- that's not how you start a story Jakken-chan!"

"Once upon a time, when Kami still walked the Earth, there was a young Shepard walking home from tending his flock. He was a wholesome young man, with kind eyes and strong hands from tending sheep all day. Imagine his surprise when he stumbled over the small form of a young woman. After some poking and prodding the poor thing awoke.

'Where…. where ….where am I ?'

'Uhh, you are here.' Forgive this young man for his thick tongue, you see he had taken one good look at the girl's clear russet eyes and fallen instantly in love.

'Oh. Okay.' With a brilliant smile, the girl pecked him on the cheek, and quite simply disappeared.

The next day, the rather unhappy boy was walking home, wishing that the girl would be there again. He had just lost all hope, when she appeared standing before him. Her chestnut hair gleamed in the setting sun, and her smiling eyes met his. 'Hello. '

'Hi.' Ahhh, our silver tongued rogue was at it again. Oddly enough the girl did not mind his lack of coherent speech, you see she too taken one good look into his spring green eyes and fallen in love.

So it continued for months. Each day the girl would appear before him, take his hand, and walk him home. They would wander through meadows, and she would sing and pick flowers, placing them in his hair. Our patient youth, did naught but smile and attend to the whims of his not so human love.

You see the flowers she picked would never die. He could attest to the fact since his small room was overflowing with them. Yet he never refused his beloved. Each petal was a memory of her smile, and their scent a paltry imitations of hers. It was enough to keep him company throughout the long hours of the night he could not be with her.

Then one day she did not come. He waited and waited. Worry eating at him, like maggots at a cadaver. Finally he heard a small 'pop' that usually signaled her appearance, and turned expecting to see her. What met his eyes was a nightmare. His beloved's small, fragile body was bruised and broken. Her brown hair matted with blood.

With a cloth he cleaned her as best he could, and he sat cradling her quivering form next to a small stream. Finally she awoke. Her small hands clutched at his, and he dreaded to hear her next words. 'My beloved…. I am dying.'

'No….no….no…..you cannot die. I wont live without you! ' His roughened hands pressed her to him, like one would a doll.

'Please beloved, do not loose hope. You must forgive me, it is my fault. Kami-sama has closed the door between Heaven and Earth….he has forbidden us to come here. But…. I could not leave you beloved. So I tried to come…..but they caught me. At least……at least I will die within your arms.'

'NO! I wont loose you….. Please. How could Kami do this to you. Why? WHY!?'

"Kami-sama is afraid. Today the Telling happened. Megami-sama saw the future, and spoke the prophecy. She said: By the end of two thousand years, life and death shall be given form, and will meet on Earth. Life shall masquerade as death, and death as life. Apart they will rage uncontrolled, one without the other will reeve destruction upon all races. A dark age of evil will come upon the Earth till the next cycle has begun. But if life and death are joined as one and the if lover of fire is willing, a balanced fate will be ushered forth. '

'I don't care about a stupid prophecy! It is two thousand years away! All I want is you.'

'Please, my time is ending, I beg of you one favor.'

'Anything. Anything for you.'

'Make sure that life and death are joined. '

'How!? ' Our gentle Shepard was weeping openly at his loves eminent death, but then he saw her smile.

'Do not loose hope beloved. I will help you. In two thousand years I will be reborn, we can be together then.'

'I am not immortal…I will be long dead by then.'

'No, I have enough magic left to…to….do you trust me?'

'With my life.'

'Are you willing to wait for me…will you still love me then if you are alive?'

'I will love you beyond eternity.'

'Then promise me you will help life and death join. Promise me.'

'Yes…I promise you.'

'Then in two thousand years, I will die and be resurrected where you have buried me. Make sure you are there! I will not remember you, until life joins with death and then we will aide the lover of fire. '

'How will I know you?'

'I will look the same….just a bit….younger….until I remember.' He hugged her to him, breathing in her pure scent for as long as he could. 'Beloved? Kiss me one last time before I go, so that I will have its memory to keep me company in Heaven.' Looking into her warm brown eyes, he kissed his love, and took in the air of her final breath.

He wept all night, burying her within a nearby cave. Falling asleep only when he could cry no more.

That morning our Shepard awoke no longer a man, but what some would call a beast….a youkai. His changed form did not bother him. Though he was now short where he was tall, ugly where he was fair. All that mattered was the he had a promise to fulfill, he had two thousand years to change the tide of fate. Two thousand years to await the coming of his love.

"Oh Jakken-chan… THAT'S SO SAD!!!"

"I thought you would go to bed quietly if I told you a story?"

"Yes. Rin will. Jakken-chan…..did….did the Shepard ever find her?"

The small, green youkai looked into the girls brown eyes, and patted her chestnut hair, "Yes Rin…. he found her."

"Aaah! Er, Jakken-chan…..can you get Rin some milk before you leave?"

A small exasperated growl, whined forth from Jakken's beak like mouth. Voice heavy with sarcasm he replied, "Yes, anything for you Rin-sama! You annoying human!!"

Anything for you.

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She told me that my hands could not go below her waist….but what if hers go below mine?…………. "Let me make sure I understand you Sesshoumaru-sama, you want me to ride you?"……….. " I don't think I could ever kiss again if you ate him!"

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Ohayoo Minna-san,

All reviewers have my unending thanks and gratitude. You've inspired me in more ways than you can imagine.

Also, thank you especially to those especially creative reviewers who manage to come up with new and refreshing way's to kill me if I don't update. Really you should all thank them too, they are the ones that convinced me that typing the end of the chapter was more important that my Anthropology reading!!

I hope you like the double post. A BIG change was made in the prophecy. If you have any clue who the lover of fire is then you have figured out an eventual and very AU pairing. So AU that I don't think I've ever seen it. Ever. Anyway, I'm sorry I can't do any review responses right now, it is the middle of finals week and I have soooo much work. That's good news though b/c once school is over you will all be getting updates weekly. But that is only after May 17.

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