I decided to change Mokuba's age to sixteen. I don't like to see him young, I'd like him to be a teenager. Not that the age fourteen is already considered a teenager, but I'd like him to have some responsibilities like driving. It's better this way, trust me..
Disclaimer: I do not own anything… man, writing this in every chapter is getting annoying!
Chapter 11: Customary methodology
Mokuba came a little earlier than expected. His long unruly jet black hair was no longer unkempt and long, but short and clean cut. It was strange to see him look like, …well, an adult. He looked like a business man in training with his black slacks and deep green buttoned up shirt. He even carried a brief case, not metallic like his brother, but a normal black leather case. What his brother was up to, not even Kaiba knew.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Was the first thing Kaiba asked when he picked him up at the airport. The now looking mature Mokuba shrugged his shoulders in a teenage fashion, showing that he was just dressed the part and not acting it.
"I came straight from the school to the airport. I had to stay late to finish something." The edginess in Mokuba's voice made Kaiba question his indecipherable explanation. It was unclear. Why did he stay after school? Certainly not for anything positive. Kaiba knew his brother too well.
"Finish what?" Kaiba asked as they got into the car.
"Something for school." Mokuba replied coolly. The punk knew Kaiba knew he did something bad to stay after school. He was just trying in vain to not expose the real reason why he stayed after school.
"Something for the school? Could it be cleaning the erase boards? Maybe cleaning the floors?" Kaiba paused. Mokuba was used to his style of interrogation. It was futile to lie anymore, but some reason he couldn't help but to continue to lie to his big brother. The pause was always added for dramatic effect. Like this was Mokuba's short chance to confess. Like always though, he did not. "You know, chores teachers make you do when your being punished for doing something that you weren't supposed to do." How Kaiba knew that he had to clean floors was anyone's guess. Facing away from his big brother, Mokuba shrugged. His interest for school was lacking. Not much the schooling itself, but the teachers. Mokuba was smarter than everyone in the class, excelled in all the subject and always got in trouble. It was a strange combination, bad boy but a great student. Then again it was Mokuba. The ladies man, the trouble maker, the popular guy in school who wanted to either rape him or be him. Yes, he was doing pretty well on his own. "My only question is what did you do to make you stay after school?" The question earned Kaiba another shrug.
'Is that all he knows how to do?' Kaiba thought as he caught the movement from the corner of his eye. Driving and concentrating on your brother was a tough task, so he only caught some of Mokuba's body and facial expressions. All of them showed that Mokuba didn't care much about the subject.
"What I always do. I said some wise ass remark to the teacher and he didn't like it." The boredom in his voice was enough that show Kaiba that Mokuba just wanted to go home.
"What did you say?" Kaiba had to know the details. If this incident was recent then he knew that the teacher would call Kaiba like all the other times to ask Kaiba to discipline his younger brother. Unfortunately for the teacher, Kaiba didn't believe in discipline. He believed in boot camp. Each time a teacher called it was just another step closer to making Mokuba pack to go to a boot camp localized in New York.
"I just told her that she was a hack and didn't know what she was talking about." Kaiba had to stifle a laugh. To this day Kaiba didn't know when Mokuba grew a pair of balls that big that he talked back to some of most highly respected teachers in Japan. Back when they lived with his adoptive father, if he had done that he would have surely been beaten for it. "I was defending you, Seto. So before you get mad at me and cut my allowance, just know that I was defending you." Since they were at a red light, Kaiba took this chance to give Mokuba a questioning look. A what did she say look. A look that Mokuba didn't see but knew Kaiba was giving him. "She said that you were not one of the most successful CEO's in the world. She basically downsized your accomplishments and I don't everyone in my class, all details included, of how you got this company and continue to maintain this company successful. Which completely went against what she said and she sent me outside. Then I had to clean the floors after school. You can even ask her yourself." Even Mokuba knew she would be calling.
"I won't take anything away from you for now. Next time, just tell her off alone and not in front of the whole class." Kaiba lowered his window for a much needed cigarette. When that old hag calls, he'd be sure to let her know a couple of things about him. For the first time Mokuba turned his head towards Kaiba's direction.
"How is everything? The company is doing well, right?"
'Business is booming. Life is great. Life is interesting. Life is a wonder.' Kaiba wanted to say. No one knew about his little one on ones with Anzu. The only people he would even confide in telling would be Mokuba but something told him that Mokuba wouldn't understand. Mokuba would say that Kaiba liked her. He would tell him that he was starting a relationship with Anzu. That Anzu is a great person. He would be telling Kaiba all the things he didn't want to hear. All the things he already knew. All the things he wanted to avoid.
Mokuba always liked Anzu. Ever since they met in Japan, Mokuba always had a soft spot for Anzu. She was almost like a sister to him. If Mokuba found out Kaiba was sure that he wouldn't mind, he would actually love it.
"Everything is fine, Mokuba. I'm going to stay during the day at home with you, but at night I have to go to work to work on some things." Now Kaiba was the one being indiscrete about things. When he mentioned having to stay late to do some work he didn't necessarily have work in mind. He had a certain brunette in mind. A brunette who he didn't quite know how to act around anymore. When he was around her he just wanted to continue what they were doing in last night. Was that Kaiba? No and yes in a way. Just sleeping with a woman and not saying good was him. Hey, no one ever said he was a saint. He knew what he did was chauvinistic of him. Wham, bam, no thank you ma'am I don't want a relationship, and then he's off like a dirty tee-shirt. That kind of was his way. Not that he did it a lot. Just in moderation.
It wasn't Kaiba in a way because he only wanted to continue what he was doing last night with her. No other woman seemed attractive enough for him. When he was waiting to pick his brother up at the airport, there were tons of women who could have easily found their way to the backseat of his car or a discrete hotel room. They were all tall, long hair, beautiful face and hot figures. There just wasn't anything special about them. There wasn't anything about them that made him want to take them away. Two or three women even walked up to him and tried to flirt with him which is just ignored and waved them off like they were nothing. It seemed odd to him. Did she have that much power over him? Well at least he made it clear as did she that they said it was unwanted. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. The feeling however was not. It wasn't a spur of the moment kind of thing. It was a feeling that he has been having for a while. He just had to say that for his own sake. For his own pride. He pretty sure she said the same for her own sake. How would she have looked like to herself had she admitted that it was wanted. The pure Anzu Mazaki admitting that she did want to be with the corrupt Seto Kaiba. The Seto Kaiba he was pretty sure her friends despised. The Seto Kaiba who always taunted not only her friends, but her as well. So then why did she ask him to continue their usual late night meetings? Was it just for the rides? Maybe for something more? He didn't know but wanted to know. It was pulling at the back of head. These questions that never could answer themselves. He would just have to act normal tonight. See what happens. See if she acts differently. See if she feels differently.
"What sort of things?" Mokuba knew by the way Kaiba spoke that there was something else going on than 'things'. Knowing he slipped, Kaiba arrived at the house just in time and immediately got out of the car.
"Things that you don't need to concern yourself with. Now go get your bags and meet me in the dining room. Dinner will be served when you bring your bags up to your room." Mokuba scoffed in a very Kaiba like manner and reluctantly got out of the car. There was something going on with his brother.
Anzu rushed to the dressing room. Today was a disaster. Not only was the bus late again, but the driver hit on her, hard. The whole ride the old man kept looking at her exposed legs and licking his lips. Every now and then he would ask her if she had a boyfriend. A question she never answered. Who was this man to ask her such a personal question? The man went as far as to grab her arm when she got off her stop and slipped his number into her hand. It took every fiber of her being to not throw it back at him along with some punches. No one has ever put their hands on her and got away with it. Unfortunately this old man did. She couldn't afford to be rude to him, after all, he was her ride to work.
Now she was hurryingly putting on her makeup so she could go on the cages. Twice Brandon asked her if she could go in one of the private rooms when she arrived, which she automatically declines. There was no way in hell she was going to experience what she did two days ago. Until she was absolutely sure that no harm was going to come to her if she were in ones of those rooms, then she would not put herself in that situation again. She liked the cages. Though she sort of felt like an animal in that cage she still liked getting the crowds excited. She liked dancing wild in that cage like she was in fact an animal. An innate dancer who just needed to be in her element. If she weren't restrained in the cage she knew she would be dancing all over the place and probably be the center of attention. Not that she was full of herself. She just knew it because it has happened before.
Luckily Brandon didn't notice her running in and probably assumed she was on time. Lorena on the other hand caught the out of breath dancer trying to put on her makeup in less than two seconds.
"Want any help, Anzu?" Lorena asked as she waltzed into room holding an eyeliner. "I could help you get the line straight because it's looking kind of crooked. With a heavy sigh, Anzu let go of her own eyeliner pencil and plopped down on the seat, ready for Lorena to put her makeup on.
"This is such a bad day. You know it's only going to get worse." Anzu miserably said. Lorena stood on front of her and bent down to do her eyes. Closing her eyes, she let Lorena put on her eyeliner.
"Why are you saying that? What could go wrong?" Within ten seconds both of Anzu's eyes were done perfectly. Now all that was left was her long fake eyelashes. Lorena had them on her in less than a second. Blinking to make sure the eyelashes didn't fall off, Anzu sighed once more.
"Well. I'm seeing Kaiba after work. What is he going to say?" In truth she was deadly nervous about what could happen tonight. What was he going to say to her? Was he even going to mention anything about last night? Was he still mad about her dancing with Mr. Toronto? Was he still mad that she was with Otogi? It was so hard to predict what would happen after work. As much as she tried to forget about it this morning she couldn't. It was the first thing she thought about when she woke up. The thoughts still lingered in her mind throughout the whole day.
"Say nothing. Don't make it a big deal. As a woman you have to be cool about it. Act like it never happened. Better yet, act like it's no big deal to you. Just don't be too cool about it. It's okay to ask questions. Just ask him casually." She guessed the only person she could take good advice from was Lorena. She wasn't an expert or anything and she wasn't in a relationship right now which was the best person to get advice from. To Anzu people who were in relationships were too caught up in their own troubles and couldn't think straight. Single people on the other hand could tell you a straight answer. They were not blinded from affections. They could see clearly. Nothing was tugging at their hearts to tell you to forgive the man or whatnot.
"Yea. Maybe I'll do that." Anzu gave out a frustrated scream. "But he acts like the jerk I know he can act like I swear I'll punch him in the face." Lorena backed up from Anzu due to the sudden outburst.
"Woah. Calm down there. Go out into one of the cages. I'm sure you'll relieve some stress out there." Doing as Lorena suggested, Anzu left the dressing room and out into the dance floor. It was time to dance her ass off. With or without Kaiba on her mind.
It felt great to dance in the stage for once. She had forgotten how it felt to be out of the cage and dance with no limited space. Yea there were people there and it was crowded but they knew that when she was there it was time to move the hell out of her way. No one was spared from the great dancing Anzu. She hated dancing with just one partner; she had to dance with everyone. Everyone had their own style of dancing, so it was fun to experiment with other people and see if she could catch up to their style of dancing, or see if they could catch up to her. Brandon saw her wild out in the cage and decided if she didn't get out and have more space then she would end up either breaking the cage or hurting herself in the cage. Lorena had to pull Anzu out of the cage herself to catch her attention. Anzu was way into the song she was dancing to.
Right now it was getting close to that time. The time to see Kaiba. With too much energy to spare she let herself dance a little bit more. The crowds were loving her tonight. Not once did she stop to sit or relax her legs. No one knew what was up with Anzu. Lorena had a hunch that Anzu was just trying to dance her troubles away. Did it work? No. It was a temporary thing. She knew that right when she got off that dance floor she would have to face her problems. Face Kaiba.
Maybe Lorena was right. Maybe she was making it a bigger deal than it really was. Maybe she just needed to stop thinking and go with the flow. Go with the music. What ever the beat, dance along with it. That's what she had to do.
As she was dancing with a man who seemed a couple years older than she was, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Whipping around with a huge smile on her face, she realized then that she stayed a little longer than she intended. Kaiba's face was her realization. She didn't know how long he waited for her, but what she did know is that dancing one more song turned into dancing around ten more songs. That would probably equal… a long time.
Before she could automatically apologize, Kaiba took her hand and escorted her away from the dancing stage. He didn't pull her away harshly, she followed him with a greater pace than he. Soon she was leading him out of the dancing stage. She knew he wanted to go home. Meanwhile she was just taking her sweet precious time dancing. She had to admit though, it felt great to dance like that and a little bit of her screamed that it was worth it. Heart racing she let go of Kaiba's hand and ran into the dressing room to quickly get her bag and ran back out to see Kaiba still standing in front of the door. Man, she still had a lot of energy left to spare.
"You were late again." He simply stated with his arms folded against his chest. A pleading facial expression swept over her face.
"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, Kaiba. We can go now though. I didn't even change, see?" She motioned to her clothes. It was her Tokyo Princess shorts and tank top and it was far to cold to be wearing that outside.
"You know you could go back and put on some actual clothes." Kaiba leaned back against the wall and took out a cigarette from inside his gray suit jacket, lighting it from a lighter he got from his matching gray pants. Now that she got a look at him, he looked like he came from a business meeting or something. His hair was slicked back, his beautiful cold blue eyes no longer shielded by his long brunette bangs. His suit was profession and expensive looking. "I can spare a couple of minutes more, so hurry up." He brought the cigarette to his mouth, letting it hang in the corner of his mouth while both his hands went into his pockets. Stepping closer to him, they both stared at each other. They were now an inch apart from each other. Both her hands were placed behind her innocently. She felt like she was high, her head no longer clouded with thoughts or question. She was just letting things flow.. go with the beat of the music. Letting her bag drop on the floor behind her, she used her free hand to take his cigarette from his mouth while her other hand rested in the middle of his chest. She leaned her body against his on her tippy toes, molding her barely covered body with his. His eyes hooked with hers, intrigued. With her hand holding the cigarette she pulled it away from him and her. She tilted her head to the side, studying his eyes. She was looking for something. Anything to see if he was thinking about last night. The same hazy look from last night was now seeping into his remote blue eyes.
"You're not allowed to smoke in this section, Mr. Kaiba." She whispered. Even though the music could still be heard, he somehow made out what she quietly said. Thinking that he was going to put his arm around her waist, she didn't notice his other hand reach for his cigarette. Placing it back on his mouth, he openly smirked at her.
"I'm Seto Kaiba. It doesn't matter when it comes to me." He assertively responded. Moving back away from him, she didn't notice that his other arm was reaching up to her waist. Too late to catch himself, he just left his arm hanging halfway to her waist.
"I'll be out in less than a minute." She said and kicked her bag towards his feet. "Can you make sure no one steals my bag?" He looked away from her and towards the dance floor. Taking that as a yes, she departed inside the dressing room to put on her sweat pants and jean jacket.
A minute later she came out dressed to see Kaiba in the same position; cigarette hanging from his mouth and leaning against the wall with one foot up for support and his hands in his pockets looking away from her.
"Done." She simply said and walked past him only to stop for a second to grab her bag. He followed behind her as she left the club. She stopped once she got outside to wait up for Kaiba. Before she turned around to see how far behind he was she felt his hand on the small of her back, leading her to his car. She shivered at the sudden cold.
'It wasn't this cold last night.' Kaiba felt her shivering and circled his hand from the small of her back to around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She was now pressed to his side. They finally reached his car and like the gentleman he was, he let go of her waist and opened the passenger side door for her. She quietly said thank you and got in.
"What were you thinking about when you were dancing back there?" Kaiba asked once he started the car and drove away from Tokyo Princess. For the hour that he watched her dance, she danced like she was thinking about something. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were knitted together as if she was deep in thought. Even when she danced with other people, she seemed to forget them and dance in her own invisible space. Her movements would go jerky to smooth, almost like she was having an internal bout. Her style of dancing kept changing along with her facial expression. She just looked like she was off in her own world. It was a side of her he hasn't seen before, and he has seen her dance plenty of other times. This was the first time he saw her dance like the way she did tonight.
"Nothing." Anzu shrugged her shoulders as she looked through her bag on her lap. Did she and Mokuba secretly talk to each other behind his back and think of ways to annoy him? She knew it wasn't just nothing. She got close to Kaiba by the dressing rooms to see if he would respond to her. He sort of shot her down. Well that's how she felt. The only thing that made her feel better was the fact that he was about to hold her and the fact that he did hold her when they walked to the car. She just didn't know how to go about asking him any of the questions she had in her mind.
"Nothing made you dance like that? I'm pretty sure I've seen you dance better than that." He commented. There had to be something bothering her. Something had to be on her mind to dance like that. He wondered if she was still thinking about last night. It had to be that.
"Why are you dressed like that?" She asked to counter his question. Avoid, avoid avoid. That's she had to do, just like him.
"There was a business meeting with Toronto's people. They had to officially give me all of their information and whatnot. Which just reminded me of something."
'oh crap..' She thought as she concentrated in his one bang that fell over his eye. After a couple of hours in that hairstyle it was starting to come apart.
"Did he act like a gentleman last night? Him and Otogi?" Where was this question coming from? They weren't the ones who had their hands all over her breasts.
"They acted more gentlemanly than you." Anzu retorted hotly. In a way it did and didn't bother her that he asked her this question. It was like he was her boyfriend or something but didn't he agree with her when she said it didn't mean anything? Or was he just being agreeable? Kaiba sucked in a sharp breath before smoothing his hair back with one hand. That one bang was still over his eye.
"I didn't hear any complaints from you last night." This earned her a deep blush.
"Well why do you care anyways? If they acted like total pigs what would you have done?" She placed her bag on the floor and crossed her arms, still eyeing that one bang but facing forward.
"It would have given me a good reason to beat them up without looking like an asshole." An excuse to beat them up? What an asshole.
"Such the gentleman." She sarcastically responded. The sat quiet for about ten minutes. The CD player was playing lowly, another Japanese band.
"I answered your question. Now answer mine." Kaiba said softly , breaking the silence gently.
"I was thinking about last night." She automatically answered. How did he do that? Her eyes widened at her quick response. Kaiba caught her wide eyes when he stopped at a red light and smirked.
"It was nothing, remember?" His smirk faded as he remembered her words from last night. She quickly looked at him, his eyes avoiding hers. Was he using her own words against her?
"I thought that's what you wanted." She responded defensively. With a shrug, he continued to drive.
"It is." She looked down in shame for sounded weak. For sounding like she desperately did want it. Wasn't she supposed to act cool about it? Well that plan was now down the crapper. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now, Mazaki. I'm not looking for anything." Closing her eyes, she tried to block the tears that were slowly forming. She didn't know what hurt worse, the fact that he basically used her for his sexual need or the fact that she thought they could be something when in the end it was indeed nothing. What else did she expect from him? A big huge fat nothing. They stopped just in time in front of her apartment. Slowly, she turned her head to head out the passenger door when he lifted her chin with his finger. She opened her eyes to look at him, thankful that she stopped tearing up.
"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" She asked cheerfully. The look he gave her was a questioning one. Like he didn't know if she was hurt by his words or not. "The only thing I could expect from you is a friendship. Nothing more." The words hurt to come out of her mouth. She knew damn well it wasn't nothing. She reached up to smooth out the offending bang. Now his hair looked fine. Her hand was still smoothing out his hair and couldn't seem to stop touching his hair. She gulped and knew that they were getting closer and closer together. She no longer had to stretch her arm out to smooth his hair. Hand moving from his hair to the side of his face, she took the chance to look into his eyes. That proved to be a mistake because once she locked eyes with his, she leaned in further to give him a chaste kiss. A peak really. A small nothing that would ignite itself into something. Right when she pulled away, the finger Kaiba held under her chin brought her back to his lips. His other hand let go of the steering wheel to reach up to cup her cheek. She sighed against his mouth when he opened her own with his lips. Trying to follow his movements, she titled her head to deepen the kiss. Soon her hands found themselves in side his jacket feeling his chest through his delicate black buttoned shirt. A finger slipped through one of his buttons, opening one or two with her versatile fingers. With her hand now slipped under his shirt, she pressed her palm against his heart. A shudder ran down his spine from the feel of her cold hands on his skin. Oddly those cold hands were warming his skin. His heart was racing. Madly beating. She smiled against his lips knowing that she got him riled up. He on the other hand kept his hands on her hair. Taking her clip off her hair, he let her long chocolate hair cascade down her back. He ran his fingers through her silky locks, enjoying the feel of it through his fingers. The phone vibrating in his inside pocket of his jacket stopped him from further exploring her mouth and making Anzu jerk her hand away from his shirt. When he pulled away, she almost whimpered in protest but stopped herself before she could get the protesting whine out of her mouth. Reluctantly Kaiba let one hand slip from her hair and answered his cell phone.
"Hello?" He answered gruffly. Anzu was beginning to be bold and leaned in once again to quietly kiss his cheek and jaw line, imitating what madness he put her through last night while placing her hands back on his chest. The voice she heard on the other line was familiar. Kaiba stiffened and with one hand tried to stop her hand from going inside his jacket again. She ran hot kisses on his neck and towards his ear then sighed against his ear. Her hand still continued to move around his chest, feeling his hard chest and abs, despite the hand on her wrist.
"What was that, Seto?" Mokuba either heard her kissing him or her sighing. Trying hard to concentrate, he leaned back against the chair and away from Anzu's kisses.
"Nothing. I'm driving out of the garage now. Is everything all right at home?" He asked calmly, though the heart underneath Anzu's palm told her he was far from calm. Though Anzu was no longer kissing him, she still ran her hands on his chest, adjusting her position on her seat so that she could get better access to his chest without straddling him. She looked at her hands exploring his chest, fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Kaiba still had one had on her wrist, but it did not restrain her.
"Yes. I was just making sure you were coming home tonight. It's almost five in the morning." Mokuba really sounded concerned. Not that he ever stopped sounding concerned for his own brother. Anzu then realized who was on the other line. Her hands stopped moving, making him look at her.
"I'm coming home right now, okay?" Kaiba said kindly. She kind of wished he spoke to her that way. He has before, but that that kindly. He took care of her, and watched over her. So she couldn't complain that much. He did show her kindness. His own way of showing that he cared anyways.
"Okay. I'll see you soon." Mokuba sounded relived. He missed his big brother. Anzu smiled sweetly at Kaiba and pressed her hand against his heart one more time. It was still beating erratically, like he was just running.
"Mokuba's here?" She asked warily as she buttoned up his shirt. Kaiba looked down at his shirt with an eyebrow raised.
"Yea." He paused, continuing to watch Anzu button up his shirt. "You don't know when to quit, do you?" He playfully asked. She blushed a little and finished buttoning his shirt.
"You stopped so quickly. I just didn't know you were talking to your brother. I would have stopped then." The blush on her cheeks deepened. Now Kaiba probably thought she was some kind of horny, couldn't control her hormones kind of girl, which she wasn't. A little embarrassed at her lack of control, she got her bag and turned around to open the car door. Then she realized that she was missing her clip. A long blanket of hair covered her shoulders, shielding her from the cold. She turned around to look for her clip, which Kaiba had in his hand.
"Here. I just like your hair better down." He explained. Nodding, she took it back from him, their hands lingering on each other. Instinctively, he leaned in once more, grasping her hair again to pull her in towards him to kiss her. It was a restrained felt kiss. Like he was trying to keep himself together for his and her sake. She too controlled herself as she kissed him back. Knowing that if they continued to kiss he would not come home to Mokuba any time soon, she pulled back enough to break the kiss, their lips still brushing against one another.
"You should go back to Mokuba. He's waiting for you. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She smiled against his lips with closed eyes and slowly pulled back completely, getting out of the car with Kaiba not saying a word. She bent down to see Kaiba still in the same position she left him. His eyes were open put looking at the seat she just left. What tonight meant, she didn't know. She didn't want to ask. All she knew was that it was something she felt she should not question. She was done with the questions. With him there were no questions. There were no answers. All there was with him was a chance. A chance for this to become something. A chance for him to look for that something he needs. That something he doesn't realize he does need. A chance for them. If he let it. He looked up at her with understanding and nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Now looking straight ahead with cold eyes, he turned the engine on. Anzu shut the door with her untiring smile and rushed to her apartment, not wanting to leave Kaiba there any longer than he had to. As always he waited until she got to her balcony. As always she waved at him to show that she was okay. As always he honked and drove off.
For once he drove away with a teeth baring smile.
Mohaha.. Now I added Mokuba into the mix. What's gonna happen? Will he find out about the two? How will he find out?….. I hope those are the questions you're thinking.. Or did you forget that Mokuba is back? I bet you guys are thinking, damn that Mokuba for interrupting! Yea. I thought that too.
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