Chapter Twelve: The Splitting of Ties/Kenshin vs. Kamatari!

"To save Kaoru-dono...I will once again become the hitokiri." --Hitokiri Battousai, Rurouni Kenshin Volume 2

Kenshin stiffly led Aoshi and Sanosuke out of the okiya, his eyes narrowed and angry. He refused to look at anyone, especially Sano. The other two of the group exchanged worried looks, confused as to why Kenshin seemed so out of character, and angry.

They exited the building without trouble, entering the gardens. Kenshin did not look back at his companions even once, and strode on as though he refused to acknowlege either of them.

Stepping out into the street, Kenshin twitched when he heard a familiar voice: "It's understandable to be upset, Kenshin-san. But must you take it out on your friends, as well?" Anji was leaning against the gates of the okiya, apparently waiting for them to come out.

Aoshi and Sanosuke joined Kenshin on the street, but still the swordsman ignored them. "I wish to be alone," Kenshin spat, and Aoshi and Sanosuke started at his angry tone, and the lack of a de gozaru.

"Hey, Kenshin...what's up?" Sano tried to put his hand on Kenshin's shoulder, but Kenshin smacked it away.

"Don't touch me!" Kenshin snarled, attracting looks from passerby.

Anji, Sano, and Aoshi stared at him with evident worry, noting the frightening slants of Kenshin's eyes, and the yellow flecks dancing inside them. Looking up into the evening sky, Kenshin growled, "Let's get back to the inn. Aoshi, Misao's probably there with the others."

Kenshin then stalked off down the road, apparently not caring whether they followed him or not.

"What is wrong with Kenshin-san?" Aoshi mumbled to Sanosuke.

"Not sure, Iceshi," Sano murmured back. Aoshi twitched at his usage of an irritating nickname, but listened as Sano continued, "I think he's upset about the girls...but I don't see why he'd be so mad at us...and why he'd snap at me like that. Do you think he blames it on me?"

Aoshi looked down at the confused teenager, replying, "I think Kenshin-san has more a complex soul that we can begin to understand...and I...have the strangest feeling..." Looking up to watch Kenshin's disappearing back, Aoshi finished, "...that I have met him before, long, long ago..."

Anji smirked. "We should get going."

-

Kenshin cut through a dark alley, as a shortcut to the inn. His ki spiked with anger--Sanosuke's such a ditz, Kenshin thought angrily. How can he be so stupid, and foolish? It's going to get him killed someday...

"You're rage is smothering your senses, sir," spoke a voice from behind, "You ought to be more open-minded."

Kenshin whirled around, his hand on his sword, ready to strike. But instead, he found naught but a woman looking at him...but as Kenshin's eyes centered on her, he found so much more.

She was a bit taller than he was, wearing a white kimono with soft grey speckles and a dark blue obi. Her two small feet were pressed together, like the pastel lips on her face; and like the both of them, they were unexplainably elegant. Her midnight, light-riveted hair was tied sleekly into a loose ponytail, the purple tie wrapped tightly around the center of the length of her hair. But what caught Kenshin's eye the most, was her deep, black eyes. Not a flicker of life, a flicker of light; they were simply two reflectionless orbs of shadow.

Kenshin caught his breath, taking in the possesive scent of white plums, and asked, "W... Who are you...?"

"Yukishiro Tomoe," the dead-eyed beauty replied in a voice that matched, "but it means little to you."

Kenshin stared still, unable to understand what had come over him. It is not attraction...but rather, a magnetism of fate? Maybe so. Kenshin looked at Tomoe, and then said softly, "I am honored to meet you, Tomoe-dono. May I ask, what is such a...sophisticated person doing all alone in these alleys?"

"Looking," Tomoe replied vaguely, glancing from side to side as though to prove it. She then asked Kenshin, "But it's rude to ask a lady's name without first offering yours."

"Ah...Kenshin," Kenshin replied, feeling a bit out of place. "My name is Kenshin...I am not sure of my last name, so I'm afraid I cannot tell you. May I ask, what thing is so important that Tomoe-dono would risk her safety to come for it here?"

Tomoe sighed, looking about, her midnight hair slipping across her shoulders like a river of ink gone astray. "Not a thing...but a whom," she said softly.

"Whom?" Kenshin quoted. "Then, maybe I can be of some assistance to Tomoe-dono?"

With movements resembling that of a doe perking up when upon the realization that a hunter is near, Tomoe looked directly into Kenshin's gold-flecked eyes. "This is not the best place to talk, Kenshin-san. Whether you follow me or go your seperate way, it doesn't bother me."

She then bowed, and continued on her way down the alley with a click-click-click of her heels. Kenshin stood, confused, until he saw a familiar figure heading into the mouth of the alley from which Kenshin had came.

"Shoot." Kenshin backed up and desperately looked for a place to hide as the giant scythe TSC came walking down the alley.

Tomoe had disappeared, and now Kenshin was face-to-face with a surprised but pleased government officer. The undecipherable person of gender smiled sweetly at the sight of the disheveled Kenshin, and chirped, "What do we have here? Battousai the Manslayer, isn't it? I do believe we've met."

"I really have no wish to fight you," Kenshin sighed.

The scythe looked at Kenshin for a moment, before smirking. "You know, you're cuter than what I remember! Too bad you've irritated Shishio-sama, ne?"

Ignoring the comment, Kenshin said, "I'll be leaving."

Suddenly, a counterwieght shot around through the air, and whipped a set of chains around Kenshin's arms. His wrists pinned to his sides, Kenshin found himself unable to move. Tracing the chains with his eyes, Kenshin found that they, indeed, ensued from the TSC's scythe.

"Now, now," the strange he-she beamed, cocking his head to one side. "I can't have you wander away again, or Shishio-sama will be dreadfully upset! After all, it's not everyday a young man who looks precisely like Himura crosses your path." The beaming smile turned into a malicious grin. "How delighted your uncle will be to see you, Shinta-san."

Kenshin's eyes widened, and he gasped, "What do you--?"

"Surely, you haven't forgotten me, Shinta," the girl-boy smirked. "Kamatari, whom Shishio-sama always ordered to babysit you or pick up your snotty little toys?" Kamatari looked to the side, sighing. "But, of course, I suppose I have to thank you...after all, if it hadn't been for you, I'd still be lounging around in the castle with nothing to do...such fun to hunt fugitives...but you should have seen your father die."

Kamatari leered at him, grinning wide. "It was...such a pleasure to see him drown in his own blood, gagging and writhing as he died..."

"W-What?" Kenshin stammered, his narrowed eyes widening.

"Oh yes," Kamatari snickered, taking a step closer as he winded up his chains. "His scream when Shishio-sama ran him through, just underneath the ribs and out the collar bone..." Kamatari licked his lips, smirking. "Shishio-sama is so eloquent with a blade, isn't he?"

Kenshin's jaw dropped. "No..." Colors and images swirled and flickered before Kenshin's eyes--the recollections of that dream he had...just before he met Kaoru...

Kyoko-san...tousan...okkasan...Shinta...Shishio-nii... Kenshin eyes widened in horror, and a flicker of yellow and red swirled in his pupils. He couldn't see--he seemed to be on fire. His whole world was burning--dissolving--and no one could stop it.

It was agnozing, the shadows and flames surrounding him, gnawing at the very marrow of his bones--his brain seemed to be withering, his hearing exploding into a volume like no other, an ashy taste overtaking his mouth, and his blood evaportating into the very air...he was dying someone else's death, in his own mind.

"SHISHIO-NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The very words burst from Kenshin's lips as a scream of terror, as he regained conciousness. He awoke to find himself still standing in the alley, with Kamatari looking at him like he was facing God Himself in full wrath against the darkness of Evil.

"What is this...devilry...?" Kamatari gasped, backing away clumsily.

Unsure of what Kamatari meant, Kenshin found that if he looked to his left, his sakabatou was on fire. With a roaring hiss, a flaming dragon slipped from the sheathe, and ate away the chains that restricted Kenshin's arms. They dissolved like melting butter, as the dragon slipped around Kenshin's torso, swallowing the chains whole with its fanged mouth wide.

When Kenshin was free, the dragon let a hiss and then died out, into the air. The flames erupting from Kenshin's sakabatou perished as well, flickering down into a low measure.

There was a little silence, as Kenshin slowly raised his eyes to meet Kamatari's. The TSC official was shaking in terror, gripping his scythe tightly. Sweat ran in rivers down his arms and face, and Kamatari eventually clenched his teeth, and got into a battle stance.

"I-I-I don't c-care whether you h-have any a-advantages," Kamatari hissed, though his eyes betrayed the thought. "I-I swore allegiance t-to Shishio-sama, a-and I'll k-keep it... n-not even the Battousai can overcome my passion! If you w-won't come quietly th-then I'll have to destroy you! N-No one disobeys Shishio-sama!"

With a roar, Kamatari charged at Kenshin angrily. Lifting his sythe high, Kamatari was about to swing it upon Kenshin when suddenly, Kenshin drew his sakabatou.

Lifting it with awesome speed vertically into the air, Kenshin shouted, "Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu--DORYUUSEN!" Smashing the tip of the blade into the rough turf of the alleyway, Kenshin flung chunks of earth at Kamatari.

The peices slammed into Kamatari with agonizing force, but Kamatari endured. Screaming, "I don't care whether Shishio-sama wants you or not! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!" Kamatari swung his scythe upon Kenshin with angry power.

Then Kenshin disappeared. Seconds later, with a flicker of movement, Kenshin reappeared on the inside of Kamatari's blade, face-to-face with the TSC.

"Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu," Kenshin said softly, as Kamatari's face contorted in shock. "Soryuusen!"

The Sakabatou Shinuchi flickered with lightening as it repeatedly struck Kamatari with multiple, successive blows. Not one missed, and Kamatari was sent flying into the air with the final blow. Kenshin ducked as the scythe flew into the air, and Kenshin tensed into a battle position, ready to destroy the weapon once and for all.

Kamatari's scythe was about to come down on Kenshin's head when he yelled, "RYUUHOSEN!" The sharp edge of the Sakabatou was flipped into usage, and Kenshin swung upwards to strike the center of the weapon.

Sliced into halves, the giant scythe of Kamatari was flung into two opposite directions, deemed useless. Kamatari lie unconcious in the corner, breathing faintly.

Returning his sword to his sheathe, Kenshin paused. "What shall I do with him...?" Kenshin wondered aloud. "I cannot kill him, or return him to the government ...and I suppose I'll just have to leave him here, de gozaru yo."

And then it hit Kenshin that he wasn't angry anymore. Why had he been in the first place...? Oh yes, Kenshin thought, his eyes darkening. Sanosuke.

-

Sanosuke stood outside Megumi and Kaoru's room, hesitantly pressing an ear to the door. Aoshi and Anji had stayed in the lobby to drink coffee and discuss matters, and so Sano had taken up the opportunity to check in on the girls. He was especially worried about Megumi; but for Aoshi's sake, he'd get the scoop on Misao as well.

Aoshi had told Sanosuke about Misao, the hyper ninja girl whom treated him as both a father, brother, and crush... though Aoshi had a hard time expressing his feelings in return. Not to mention the nine-year age difference...Misao was sixteen, while Aoshi was twenty-five.

Sanosuke listened through the wood, trying to percieve the noises from within. He heard consistant sobbing, of which he knew couldn't be Megumi or Kaoru, so he supposed it must be Misao. Obviously, she was quite upset.

Iceshi... you gotta talk to this girl before she tries to jump out the window or somethin'... Sano thought, biting his lip. Either that, or she's gonna flood the place.

Then Sano heard Kaoru's voice. "I can't believe them! You... you don't really suppose, Megumi... that they did go there to...?"

"Why else would they be there?" Megumi's voice sighed. "To get those women's autographs?"

There was a silence, before Misao's shaky voice stammered, "I... can't believe Aoshi-sama w-would do that... h-he's alway b-been such a great p-person... so loyal and thoughtful to me, e-even though h-he hardly shows it in expressions...in h-his words...his actions...w-why?"

And she broke down into sobs again.

Man, she is melodramatic! Sano thought, gritting his teeth.

"Megumi..." Kaoru said. "...um, not to be rude... but... aren't you the slightest bit... concerned about Sanosuke...? You treated him awfully harsh..."

"Well, he deserved it!" Megumi's biting reply tore the air, and Sano's heart as well. "If he's as much a pig as to go to a place like that, why have interest in such an air-head? All's men think about is sex, revenge, and money, anyways. I don't need him...he's just a little boy, bent on destroying his own dreams and potential. If he has any left, that is."

"Megumi...!" came Kaoru's horrified gasp.

Sano felt like he had been ripped to shreds by Saitou's Nihoun-tou. His fingernails dug into the wood beneath them; and slowly, Sano backed away from the door. Staring at it, as though he couldn't believe what he had heard from the other side, Sanosuke felt a burning sensation in his throat.

It was almost like he had been drinking again, only instead of fluid going down his esophagus, fluid was rising up. It centered around his eyelashes, bringing the most peculiar, itchy, and heavy feeling to them. Sano knew what it was.

Tears.

I'm crying... Sano looked down at his hands, as a few droplets of salty water spilled over and landed in his palms. The blood dripping from his nails, due to digging into the door, mixed in with his tears and created a stinging sensation on his bandaged hands. It's like rain... damn it, I'm crying over that bitch...?

But this would have never happened, if...if I hadn't been so eager to be...if I hadn't been so eager to do something I know I shouldn't, Sanosuke thought, as his tears increased. And now, Megumi despises me... it's all my fault, that Misao's crying... that Kenshin hates us... that Kaoru's heart is broken... and that Megumi detests my existence like I do the government's.

It's all my own damned fault. I deserved every one of those words.

Sano looked down at his hands, as a few droplets of salty water spilled over and landed in his palms. The blood dripping from his nails, due to digging into the door, mixed in with his tears and created a stinging sensation on his bandaged hands.

Sanosuke placed one of his burning hands against the door to keep his stability. Why do I always cry...? he wondered, watching as the blood from his hands stained the door. My body's weak, my mind submissive, my senses dead, and my heart... I'm not sure if I even have one, anymore...

It's time, Sanosuke decided, an eerie smile flickering over his lips, that I leave. Clenching his fist over the doorway, Sanosuke left a bloody handmark, with the spongy remains of bloody bandages.

-

Kaoru opened the door, frowning. "I'm sure I had heard something out here," she announced, but found nothing. Nothing at all.

Glancing down the hallway, she only found a maid exiting the corridor to go down the stairs, and into the lobby. No one else was in the hall, not even a mouse. But of course, inns aren't supposed to have mice. So Kaoru instead decided that no one else was in the hall, not even the room service commitee. Then again, she decided, room service is at nine in the morning--

"K-Kaoru-san!" came Misao's horrified stammer. "Look at the door!"

Kaoru turned, and cried out in horror. There, in the middle of the doorway, was a bloody right hand print. It was faded in some places, meaning that the person must have been wearing a glove, or something over their hand. The wood was damp and fresh, so it must have been made a few minutes ago.

Megumi, who had been in the bathroom, came out. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at the two girls as though questioning their sanity. "I was gone for two minutes, and suddenly a crisis occurs? What else could go wrong?" The corners of Megumi's lips quirked into a sneer, but only for a second.

"Megumi-san," Misao whispered, "The doorway..."

Megumi looked, and spotted the handprint immediately. Walking up to the splotch, next to Kaoru, Megumi inspected it for a minute. "Hmm...it was made recently, and it looks like the blood issued from the fingertips. See? There are deep cresent-shaped marks in the wood...and then, something must have covered the person's palm, because the blood is lessened in that area."

Hovering her hand to match it to the print, Megumi concluded, "It's a man's hand."

"It's too big to be Kenshin's," Kaoru said, in relief.

"And the fingers are too long to be Aoshi-sama's," Misao said softly.

"It's too small to be Anji-san's..." Megumi added.

There was a silence...a very, horrified silence. At last, Kaoru spoke. "Sanosuke must have come upstairs to talk to you, Megumi-san, when he overheard us speaking..."

Megumi put a hand over her mouth in horror. "That means, he...he...oh Kami-sama, I have to find him!" Dashing to get her overcoat, Megumi slipped it on over her kimono. Kaoru and Misao had never seen Megumi move so quickly, or be in such a panic.

"I thought you hated him," Kaoru said softly.

Megumi gave her a glare that Kaoru flinched at. "How can you say that?" Megumi cried. "What? My Lord, you two are the blindest fools on the face of the planet--if I don't find Sanosuke soon, who knows what he'll do! Can't you see from the handprint he left, he might be injured! I must find him, he's hurt! As a doctor, it's my job to ensure my patient's life."

Seizing her handbag, Megumi nodded to Kaoru and said, "You get that tall man to talk to Misao, and quick! And you need to speak to Sir Ken, too, Kaoru--he seemed quite upset when we left. Goodbye!"

And Megumi dashed out the door.

-

Aoshi and Anji were in the middle of discussing the government's wrongs when Megumi came click-clacking down the stairs. She rushed to their table, cutting off their conversation. They both seemed quite surprised at the lady doctor's panic.

"Have you seen Sanosuke?" she gasped, out of breath.

A smile flickered over Anji's lips. "No...he went upstairs fifteen minutes ago, and hasn't come down since. I think he was going to try to talk to you...didn't he come in...?" Anji's smile died slightly.

"No," Megumi said, her voice cracking. "No, he didn't..."

"Miss Megumi?" Aoshi said, taking Megumi's wrist in his strong fingers. "What's wrong? What has Sanosuke done?"

Megumi tore out of his grasp, throwing up her arms in exasperation. "Who knows! His hands... oh, Lord, help me find him...I'm afraid he'll...the things I said...!"

And the fox doc ran right back up the stairs, without another word.

Anji and Aoshi looked at each other, confused. "Did you...?" Aoshi began to ask, but Anji cut him off.

"It's better to not try to understand them," Anji said. "It'll only confuse you, anyways. It even confuses Sanosuke and Megumi themselves, so how can you expect to understand?"

"Ah. Yes." Aoshi nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "We should check on them, though."

"Yes," Anji said, standing.

-

Megumi burst into the boy's room without hesitation. She flew across the apartment, yelling, "Sanosuke? Sanosuke? Where are you?"

She halted, noticing that the window was open. Peeking over the windowsill, Megumi was relieved to find that Sano had not committed suicide or anything ridiculous like that.

Turning about, Megumi noticed Sanosuke had changed his bandages by himself. He left the bloodstained ones on the table, and when Megumi drew near, she found he had written on them as well.

Hey

Sorry if I worried anyone. I've messed up a lot lately, so I'm gonna go and figure some stuff out by myself. Thanks for trying to help, anyways...go on and get Shishio without me. I'm just bent on destroying my own dreams and potential, anyways. Sure we'll probably meet up...sooner or later. Good luck with the Missy, Kenshin, and get Shishio good... thanks Anji, and I'm sorry about failing you. I'll treat the Futae No Kiwami with respect. And Iceshi...you'd better talk to the weasel-girl. She's upset. Sayonara. --Sano

Megumi reread the bandages once more, her heart cracking like an egg at the simple, heartless farewell. Not a single word to her, not one... Had Sanosuke's attraction to me simply have been plain lust? Megumi wondered, biting her lip. No... he heard my words, and if it was just lust... he wouldn't have left... he wouldn't bleed himself... he wouldn't obviously ignore me in his farewell letter... he wouldn't quote me like that... and he would have never looked at me with such warm, loving eyes...

A mental image of Sanosuke's playful grin ripped through Megumi's heart, followed immediately by his last expression he had given Megumi--that heartbroken, confused appearance on his face, at that geisha house... "Sanosuke..." Megumi whispered, clutching the bandage/note in her fingers until it wrinkled. "What have you done?"

Tears filled Megumi's eyes, and she brought the bloody bandage to her face. It smelled of tears, dried blood, and...and...Sano. Megumi inhaled, and was overwhelmed with the bitter scent of grief and a broken heart.

She held the tie to her heart, unaware that Kaoru and Anji were looking in from the doorway. Megumi's tears overflowed from her eyes, and she whispered, "How could you be so strong for everyone, but so weak for me? Sano...?"

-

Kenshin walked down the alley, following the scent of white plums. It left a little trail, one just strong enough for Kenshin to sort out amid the many other smells, and thank goodness for his impeccable hunting skills, or he wouldn't have found the trail at all.

It led to the docks, but no Tomoe was found. I must find her again, Kenshin decided, looking about anxiously. I must know more about her.

The docks, to Kenshin's surprise, were not much farther from the inn. Perhaps a mile, Kenshin deciphered.

"Tomoe..." the name came from his lips in facination. He still had not found the dark-eyed woman, but the memory of her presence haunted Kenshin like a phantom. Why? Even he did not know.

But...Miss Kaoru... Kenshin thought uncertainly. What if I am attracted to Yukishiro Tomoe? What of Miss Kaoru? She's beautiful also, in a happy, angelic way... and I know her better, too. She's honest, beautiful, respectful, strong in heart and battle, and she has the most heartwarming smile...

Kenshin's fist suddenly crunched in a violent gesture. And Sanosuke wants to take it away from me. No. No. No! It won't happen--Kaoru's MINE!

He jumped, frightened at the sudden hostile thoughts coursing through his mind. Kenshin felt his face, as though afraid he had turned into some awful monster. Of course, he had not.

What is wrong with me? Kenshin wondered, wandering over to the edge of the sea. He looked out onto the waters. It was getting very late, indeed. Sanosuke's attention to Kaoru-dono may have instigated jealousy inside of me, but... why am I so very violent about it? For the second it lasted... I almost... wanted to kill him...

Kenshin looked down, so that his bangs sheilded his eyes. It's almost... as if my sin is taking over my soul.

Looking up, Kenshin saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Whirling around, he saw a person dressed in white and black enter a nearby building. Dashing towards the place through the thinning crowd, Kenshin burst inside in hopes that he had found Tomoe at last...

...and came face-to-face with Sagara Sanosuke.

End of Chapter Twelve

MadiSano: If you guys are worried about Saitou not returning, don't worry! He'll be back... how can he not? And Kenshin's beginning to understand the true nature of a killer, and what it can do to someone. Poor Kaoru...and Kenshin...and Megumi...and Sano...and Misao... and Aoshi--aw what the heck, poor everybody! Jeez, they're all in the depths of misery anyways... this has to be fixed...lol. My darn angsty plot has risen from the dead. It killed my humor in vengeance. Oh well...it's like trying to get Saitou and Sanosuke to get along...It'll be a miracle if I can balance the storyline! Sigh.

SHAUNTELL: Yes, lol. I suppose Kenshin's unused to affection (Hiko was certainly not a very affectionate father figure), and treasures the secure feelings Kaoru's presence gives him. And since Sano interacts Kaoru (more and more) like a little sister, it's natural for them to become close friends... but Kenshin's so warped by the spirit of battle and survival, he can't see that friends is all that Sano and Kaoru will become. Lol. Thanks for the review, and I'm glad you see the triangle as I do! And yes, I wholeheartedly agree that Kenshin is a complete virgin. Most definately. Unquestionably. Lol. See yaaa!

PSQUARE: Don't feel bad about your slip-up. I've done worse. Lol. LOTS worse. Sorry about the uneven humor vs. serious plot, I'm battling to even out the two. I will try! Promise! And thanks for the spelling tip, I do have those words that I have a bad time spelling. Like the "their" and"thier" things, you know. I'm glad you agree with Sano's character evolution, and that I've evened Kaoru out as well. I'll try to keep them that way. Megumi's not that complicated to write, since I have a side of myself that is much like Megumi. Lol, so it works out well. And Aoshi...yes, I mangled him. Bartender Aoshi...lol, that I liked, but then I had trouble with him smirking too much, or being too sentimental. I've never written Aoshi before, so ya know...it's a bit difficult. Thanks a lot, though! I've got a better insight on him now, thanks to you. As to his "mellowed down" attitude, I'm think about breaking Aoshi, sort of like I did Sano... but I doubt I will. I think I'll put him in a situation where he has to be serious, and if I dig into his past, Aoshi'll be more grave and grim, you know? I hope that'll work out. Thanks for everything, and sayonara!

SANOSUKE'S GRL: I want a Sano Plushie, too! Lol! Thanks for your funny reviews!

CREWEL: I bet you're upset about Sano, now. Worry not, my friend! All will come out well in the end. Or so I hope, anyways...(nervously laughs). Bye!

ENCHANTED SLEEPER: Lol, I understand how upset you are about the whole mess. I could barely write it--I was in between giggling evilly and sobbing all over. Lol, weird. And your Saitou doll...I can think of a few of my reviewers who'd like one! I wouldn't mind a Saitou doll myself...I'd take it to school and attack my evil teachers with it. Aku! Soku! Zan! Mehehe. You could make a lot of money off those things, I tell ya! Lol! Bye bye!

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