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Chapter 2: Helping You
Sesshoumaru was at a loss. He was lying in a bag-like thing made of a strange, soft fabric. Something wet was on his forehead, his haori was missing, as were his kimono, his belt and his weapons. His body was screaming in agony, his vision was slightly fuzzy because of the fever he evidently had, but his wounds seemed to be well tended to.
Although he could remember the fight with the two dragon youkai, who had trespassed upon his lands, he had no memories of how he had gotten into his current situation. To add to his annoyance, Inuyasha's wench was sitting on her rear and staring at him as if he had grown another head, still holding a piece of cloth in her small hand.
"What do you think you are doing, wench?" He demanded sharply, silently grateful that his smooth voice hadn't failed him. Kagome flinched at his harsh tone and skidded backwards slightly.
"Helping you," she stated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at her. "I did not ask for your help, girl!" he spat. His mask of indifference and coldness never wavered, although talking so much increased the pain in his body.
Kagome was taken aback by his words. She didn't understand why he was so angry. But she now expected him to jump at her throat each moment and moved a bit further away from him.
"I know. But I couldn't just sit here, knowing that you needed help, and not help you." she explained, her eyes shining with brutal honesty.
Sesshoumaru knew that she was speaking the truth – he would have smelled it if she'd been lying. Her bright, blue eyes seemed to plead with him to understand what she just told him, as if it held some deeper meaning he was unable to comprehend. But it couldn't be as simple as she had said, could it? Nobody would help anybody else without gaining something out of it. That was just not in the nature of any creature.
He smelled her again, but he still couldn't detect a lie. The girl persisted in smelling pleasantly of spring and sunlight, although her scent was tainted with hints of fear and irritation.
Slowly his anger rose because of his own weakness and the absurd situation he was in. Apparently he had depended on the help of this...this...miko and, judging from the ache in his body, he wasn't even fit to look after himself now.
For as long as he could remember, he had never been so badly injured that his youkai healing hadn't sufficed and he needed medical treatment. Damn. If there was one thing he truly despised, it was weakness.
"I, Sesshoumaru, do not need the help of a human." he stated coldly, his voice dripping with venom.
Kagome flinched, she hadn't known before that the simple word "human" could be spoken with so much hatred. The demon lord didn't seem to be grateful at all, not even a teensy-little bit. One look at his stoic, arrogant face was enough.
"You arrogant jerk! Who do you think you are? If it weren't for me and my help, which you obviously despise so much, you would be dead by now! But if you'd rather be dead than have accepted my help, I am truly sorry!" She yelled at him.
Sesshoumaru was barely able to keep himself from wincing. Her yelling hurt his sensitive ears and was turning his present headache into a full blown migraine. He felt sick and his vision became even fuzzier during her outburst.
All he could still see clearly were the human miko's eyes. The Taiyoukai was lost in their blue depths for a few seconds. Somehow they reminded him of the sea, as they changed color from a brilliant sapphire to a stormy grey within mere seconds. Peaceful, and yet dangerous. She was actually quite brave. 'Well,' he amended to himself. 'For a human.'
However, this girl was right. No matter how hard it was for him to admit it, she had saved his life for no apparent reason and, although his pride was more than offended, he was honour-bound to her now. The Taiyoukai of the West owed his life to a human miko. He mentally groaned in frustration.
'This is how the mighty fall, indeed.' He replayed the dead youkai's words in his mind. Then he couldn't concentrate anymore and had to close his eyes involuntarily. He felt his head rolling back slowly.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, are you alright?" The girl sounded so concerned again. Humans! In one moment she was yelling at him and calling him names and just a few seconds later she feared for his well-being. How was it possible for a creature to change feelings so quickly?
"Sesshoumaru?!" The girl's voice sounded almost panicked now. He felt her kneeling over him, touching his cheek with her warm, soft hand. How long had it been since he had allowed somebody touch him like this?
A lifetime.
Suddenly everything around him went black and he fell once more into unconsciousness.
Kagome stared at the demon lord's still form and listened to his regular breathing. He had obviously passed out again. Shaking her head, she ceased stroking his cheek and left him to sleep.
'Geez, that was really scary.... and weird. But what did I expect from him? To actually thank me? No, I should be grateful if he doesn't kill me as soon as he can move again,' she thought, shuddering slightly.
Moving to stand up, she noticed the medicine cup still standing on the ground near Sesshoumaru. Perhaps she should wait to give it to him until he was awake again. It would be easier that way. So she put it on a safe place next to the kettle to let it finish cooling down.
Sesshoumaru slept for several hours and in the meantime, Kagome was left to her own devices. First she made lunch for herself, consisting of an instant soup and some dried fruit she'd found in her backpack. To avoid dying of boredom she drowned herself in activity. She was sure if she stayed busy enough, she wouldn't worry about Inuyasha and her friends so much.
So she went to find some more herbs and brought them back to their camp. She made a greenish paste out of them, which should be applied on cuts and bruises to make them heal more rapidly. After finishing her work she put it aside and went to the stream with some soap and Sesshoumaru's dirty clothing. The least she could do was wash and try to mend at least his haori. The guy needed some decent clothing after all.
The task was quite demanding, as the dried blood somehow seemed to have merged with the silk. But after a good twenty minutes of scrubbing it was acceptably clean again. Proudly, Kagome returned to her patient, only to find that he was still unconscious.
'Maybe I should be glad. He's a lot nicer this way.' she thought, regarding the dog demon's sleeping form. There was no way of denying it: He had looks to kill. He was well built, tall and had a very handsome face. Just...perfect. 'Well, at least as long as he's NOT awake...' Kagome mused.
The only irritating thing about his appearance was his tail. Kagome had grown accustomed to Inuyasha's ears, but a tail? Oh hell, it was still cute, after all, and very fluffy. At the moment it was just lying limply by his side, sneaking out at some point from the sleeping bag. But Kagome had seen it twitch several times while Sesshoumaru was sleeping. The memory made her smile in amusement.
Sitting down next to the Taiyoukai, she took her sewing kit out of her backpack and started to mend one of many gashes in Sesshoumaru's haori. After having mended some of the torn garment, Kagome admired her work and grinned.
'Looks more like patchwork now, my, won't he be delighted!' She thought, imagining the Taiyoukai's expression when she bestowed him with the mended piece of clothing.
At that moment the demon lord stirred. In an instant Kagome had dropped the haori and rushed to his side. She saw him crack one amber eye open, then the other.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked, trying to be friendly.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes in distrust. His body was in agony as never before, but why would this human care? He just could not comprehend why this human would want to help him. He continued eyeing her with distrust. "Why did you help me, human? And where is that idiot half-brother of mine?" he demanded.
Kagome rolled her eyes. 'This seems to really bother him...' So she attempted, again, to explain her actions to him, somehow already knowing that it was beyond him to understand what it was that had motivated her.
"I helped you because I can't just let someone die when I have a choice in the matter. I don't care whether that person is a friend or a foe – life is still life." she said with conviction, searching his indifferent face for any reaction. Seeing none, she continued:
"As for Inuyasha, to be honest, I don't know where he is. My friends and I were separated during a battle with Naraku's creatures." Noticing the sad expression her face took, Sesshoumaru was again forced to the conclusion that her words were true.
"How long have I been here?" he asked quietly.
Kagome looked at him quizzically. What a question...
She shook her head. "I don't know, exactly. I found you yesterday. But judging from your fever, you'd probably been lying here for at least a day before I came along. Possibly even longer." she told him, surprised that he had actually managed to utter a civil sentence towards her.
"I have important matters to attend at my castle. I must leave now." the Taiyoukai stated and made to sit up. Gritting his teeth because of the pain his movements caused, he managed a sitting position, his face turning a curious shade of green.
Kagome was shocked. The fever seemed to be clouding his mind. How could he think about leaving in his current state? Judging from the look on his face, he was enduring immense pain.
"You can't leave, you're still too hurt! Your leg is broken, you've got a fever, and you're not exactly back to your normal chipper self, you know!" Kagome reasoned.
Sesshoumaru felt horrible, and somehow he knew that the girl was right. But he had to make it. Nobody knew where he was and probably his entire castle had fallen into chaos by now.
Gathering all his remaining strength and willpower he started to stand up, but as soon as he tried to put weight on his injured leg, he groaned in agony and fell back. Feeling his stomach clench with sickness he was barely able to suppress the urge to vomit.
Kagome couldn't understand why he was being so unreasonable. He had to see that he needed rest and care to regenerate properly, didn't he?
"Please, stay here and rest. You're in no condition to be moving around. I could stitch your wounds, so that they will heal more efficiently. Will you let me?"
Lowering his head, the demon lord nodded silently, struggling to get his rebelling stomach under control. Kagome released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Then she took the wet cloth which had fallen from his head during his attempts to get up and removed the thin layer of perspiration from his face carefully.
Amber eyes met her blue ones when he raised a silver brow at her odd behaviour. Kagome smiled at him almost apologetically and put the cloth aside. She extended a slightly shaking hand to feel his temperature and was surprised when his skin didn't feel hot anymore.
"Your fever is almost gone. Which means that the infection in your blood should be almost gone, too, and that your wounds are safe to be stitched." she informed him.
Again, he just nodded. Kagome grabbed some disinfecting alcohol and the med kit from her backpack. After settling down next to him again, she poured some of the alcohol into her bowl and placed it on the ground beside her.
Sesshoumaru seemed to watch her practised moves with interest. His intense, intelligent eyes never left her hands. She probably should be nervous, but having done the same thing for Inuyasha uncountable times before, this was just a routine job. After rolling up her sleeves she took a needle and thread from her sewing kit and put both into the alcohol bowl along with her hands for disinfection.
Then Kagome started to cautiously unwrap the demon's bandages. First, she removed the one that covered the two wounds on his abdomen. Throwing the bloodstained material to the ground, she was glad to find that the bleeding had lessened somewhat of its own accord. Kagome took a clean piece of cloth out of her medical kit and dipped it into the bowl.
"This will sting a bit," she told him apologetically before she started to clean the wounds.
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth when the damp cloth came in contact with the open wound, but made no other sound. Kagome only noticed the tip of his tail twitching in annoyance.
'Well, he is braver than Inuyasha.' she thought with a smile as she remembered the hanyou's whining and complaints.
After having finished, she took the needle and thread in her hand. "Well, I'm really sorry, but this is going to more than just sting." she stated, looking up at him.
"Just finish it, human." he said, regarding her stoically.
So Kagome started to stitch the lower gash, holding the wound closed with her now blood-covered left hand. She was glad that she had finally developed the stomach to bear seeing quite a lot of blood without becoming sick.
When she pierced his skin the first time with the needle he just winced a little, although it had to really hurt, as Kagome well knew from experience. Maybe she could distract him...
"I've got a name, you know. There's no need to call me wench or human, it's kind of impolite." she declared boldly, hoping that he wasn't in the state to wrench her neck right now.
The demon lord arched an elegant eyebrow. "Speaking of politeness, you have not honoured me with your name yet, human."
Kagome blushed furiously and almost dropped the needle at his remark. He didn't know? Well, how could he? Usually he was far too busy dealing with Inuyasha during their meetings. And it was not like they had been introduced or something.
"My apologies. I...I - my name is Kagome," she managed to get out and reassumed her stitching, too embarrassed to say anything else.
"Very well, human," he replied, taking sadistic pleasure in her obvious discomfort.
Kagome glared at him. She was almost sure he said that just to spite her. But before she could think of an appropriate comeback, he interrupted her.
"Where is my sword?" he demanded.
"Over there, along with your other weapons." she answered coolly. Not bothering to interrupt her work, she indicated the direction with her head.
His eyes followed the direction and spotted Toukijin lying on the ground several feet away, along with Tenseiga and his other personal affects.
"Give it back to me," he ordered.
"I intend to...after I finish stitching your wounds." As he seemed to be satisfied with her answer, she started upon the second gash.
After completing the task, Kagome carefully bandaged the wounds again. Cutting the bandage with the sharp scissors from her med kit when she was done, she repeated the procedure on the wound on his upper arm.
When the last injury was bandaged, she cleaned her hands of his blood, fetched the greenish paste and sat down next to him again. Kagome dipped her finger into the unction and moved it towards his face to apply it to a cut on his cheek. But before she could reach him, he had quickly pulled his head away. Looking at him questioningly, she said "Don't worry, Sesshoumaru-sama, this won't hurt one bit."
Sesshoumaru was taken aback by her words. Obviously this girl thought that he was afraid of getting hurt by her. What a ludicrous assumption! Despite the fact that the human most likely couldn't even harm a fly, he didn't fear any pain. He just didn't like it to be touched in the slightest, especially not by a filthy human like her. Despising and therefore avoiding any bodily contact most of his life, it had been hard enough to endure her stitching his wounds and the other random touches to his skin the action had implied.
Just when he was about to tell her that he would not tolerate any more of this ridiculous attempts of hers to see to his well-being, he felt a cool substance making contact with his skin. His eyes widened a fraction in utter shock when he sensed her warm hand massaging the substance into his bruised skin. Involuntarily he closed his eyes, marvelling at the gentle touch. Despite the violent protests of his brain, it felt nice, the way the cool paste was soothing the irritation of his torn skin. Why he didn't do anything to stop her was beyond him, but he put it down to the lingering effects of the fever.
Sesshoumaru was almost disappointed when her hand left his face. Opening his eyes a fraction, he saw the girl flash him a brilliant smile before applying some more of the substance to his shoulder. Still, he was unable to prevent her from her actions as his eyes slid close again. Her warm and almost tender touches lulled him into unusual calm. He was not used to such kindness and it disturbed him. How could she act like this, living in this world, and still be alive, he wondered absentmindedly.
At some point he came back to his senses. Noticing that her hands had left his body he opened his eyes. Rage flowed through him at his inability to keep the control he had worked so hard to obtain. He felt like an idiot, losing his grip on reality so completely because of a human girl's touch. What the hell was wrong with him?
Kagome put her utensils away and cleaned the bowl, absolutely oblivious to the strange effect she was having on the Taiyoukai. Then she fetched Sesshoumaru's sword. Assuming that he wanted to have Toukijin, as Tenseiga would be no use in a fight, she carefully picked up the heavy demonic sword and placed it next to him.
"Why are you so trusting, wench?" He asked with mild interest, looking up to her, sure that the threat he was about to utter would shatter her kindness. "I could kill you this instant."
Kagome gulped and thought about it for a moment. "But you have no reason to. Killing me now would gain you nothing. But as long as I live, I'll care for your well-being," she reasoned, sounding quite calm.
To Sesshoumaru she was a riddle. Although her scent was mixed with fear and therefore betrayed her brave words, she still sounded so confident, not even offended by his statement. And he had to admit that she was right. Killing her now would gain him nothing. This girl appeared to be quite intelligent, for a human....
Kagome waited for his response nervously. But he just continued looking at her with his unreadable expression. Sighing when she realized that he obviously had no intentions of talking anymore, she walked over to her makeshift fireplace and lit the flame again. It was late in the afternoon now and almost time for dinner.
The demon lord watched the girl taking some strange-looking containers out of a disturbingly yellow bag. Opening them, she poured the contents of one container and some water into a small pot and put it on the fire.
Somehow she fascinated him. Although, he mused, she wasn't even very pretty. Well, the combination of blue eyes and black hair was interesting and rare, but he had seen many women, youkai and human alike, who were much more beautiful than this girl. Her body was far from being perfect. Though it was probably due to her youth, she was skinny at some places and her curves, which signified the beauty of a woman, were only partly visible.
Still, there was something about her, something that made her shine and glow. Sesshoumaru was unable to place it, but sometimes she seemed to be surrounded by light. And her scent was intriguing, almost pleasant. She smelled so much better than any other human he had met before.
The girl was a mystery. Why did she not fear him as much as everyone else? He remembered exactly when he had seen her for the first time. She had been in his father's tomb with Inuyasha, where she had actually pulled Tessaiga out of the stone and given it to the hanyou.
Thinking about it, she had never made the impression of being very frightened in battle with him. She had faced him several times, without even flinching, to save his worthless half-brother.
And now she had saved his life and tended to his injuries. But how would that fit? She obviously was his half-brother's friend, a human miko on top of that. They were supposed to be sworn enemies. But her behaviour had proven him wrong.
Looking at her again, he noticed that she had evidently prepared some food for him, too, as she filled two bowls with a curious looking substance and walked over to him.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, please eat some of this." she said, holding one of the bowls and a pair of chopsticks out for him. Her kindness startled him yet again. It was unnerving and most annoying.
"I do not consume human food." he replied coldly, ignoring the bowl in her hand.
Kagome sighed. This was much harder than she had imagined.
"But you have to eat. Otherwise you won't regain your strength. Just try it, please? It really isn't that bad." The demon lord gave her one of his most icy glares and she couldn't help shivering. But to her surprise he took the chopsticks and the bowl from her and sniffed it sceptically.
When he couldn't detect any poison or other unhealthy substances, he started eating tentatively. It really wasn't that bad. The thing was almost tasty.
Kagome breathed in relief. Evidently he didn't despise human food as much as he despised humans in general. She started eating herself.
"What do you call this, human?"
His sudden question took her by surprise. But she replied immediately around a mouth full of noodles:
"Ramen."
Looking at her in distaste, he reassumed questioning her.
"How do you make it?"
Kagome was at a loss. How could she explain him all about instant food?
"Well, I don't exactly cook and prepare it like an ordinary meal. It's kind of already prepared. I just put it into some water and let it boil for a few minutes."
After thinking about her answer for a few seconds he asked, almost curiously, "Then who prepared it? You?"
Kagome gulped. Somehow she had the severe impression that the talk wouldn't go that well for her. How could she explain that she had bought her food at a supermarket 500 years in the future? She decided to simply answer his questions as truthfully as possible.
"No."
"Your family, then?"
"No."
"Well then, who?" He demanded impatiently.
"I don't know." Kagome replied uncertainly.
At that Sesshoumaru raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"What? You eat food when you do not know where it is from or who prepared it?"
The whole thing had no relevance for him, as he was able to smell whether it was edible or not, but this somehow interested him.
Thinking about it, Kagome came to the conclusion that somewhere he had a point. Why did she eat food about which she knew almost nothing? But in her time most people bought and ate instant food, so it couldn't be that bad. It also happened to be quite convenient.
Still, it remained difficult to communicate the whole thing to the waiting demon lord in front of her. Maybe she would have to bend the truth a little bit to satisfy his curiosity without giving away her secret.
"I bought it from people who are very reliable. I trust them to control the work of the cooks who prepare this ramen." she told him casually. It wasn't exactly a lie, just a formulation nobody in her time would use.
Sesshoumaru noticed something in her scent change for a moment, but when he inhaled again it was gone. Dismissing it, he contemplated her answer. It sounded quite unusual, but as the girl, considering her unfamiliar garments and equipment, apparently came from far away, it wasn't impossible. So he decided to drop the subject and continued eating.
Kagome was relieved when the demon lord reassumed eating. Dealing with him was quite exhausting. At least he was being civil most of the time now and she hadn't received any other death-threats yet.
When both of them had finished dinner, Kagome cleaned the bowls and dried them. Deciding that there was no need to make Sesshoumaru drink the remaining medicine, as his fever seemed to be gone, she poured it away and cleaned the cup, too.
The clearing was already darkening and Kagome took out a small oil lamp and lit it. Sitting down again with needle and thread, she seized Sesshoumaru's haori and continued mending it.
She knew that he was watching her without looking at him. Tentatively she gazed at him. The demon lord was still in a sitting position, leaning against the tree. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the twilight.
'He is still intimidating, despite his condition.' Kagome thought. But in a weird way she was glad that he was with her, that at least she wasn't all alone. Then she noticed him moving and looked up. Somehow he managed to stand up, very shakily, but almost fell over again when he started to put weight on his injured leg. Moaning in pain he was able to latch onto the tree just in time.
Kagome jumped up in concern, ready to help him. He really was worse than Inuyasha. What the hell was he up to? He was definitely not fit for going anywhere. Looking up to him she pleaded "Sesshoumaru-sama, please lay back down. You are in no condition to be moving around."
Ignoring her completely Sesshoumaru took Toukijin from the ground next to him and used it as a makeshift crutch. Then he started limping in the direction of some bushes, his tail trailing limply behind him. His body shook violently from exertion and pain.
"Where are you going?"
Again Kagome received no answer. What did this crazy guy think he was doing?
Now he had almost reached the coppice and Kagome expected him to collapse where he was each moment. She had to stop him somehow or he would tear his stitches.
She jogged up to his side and started to walk besides him into the coppice.
"Sesshoumaru, listen to reason, you won't make it halfway to your castle or anywhere else in this state. You have to stay and wait till your injuries are healed. There is no way you will reach your castle alive, for crying out loud! And..."
"That is quite enough, human," he suddenly said and stopped in his movements, regarding her with a calm expression. "I understand that I am not able to return to my home at this time. But I would appreciate it if you granted me a moment of privacy now."
Kagome frowned at him quizzically. "What are you planning to do?" She asked, completely oblivious to his intentions. Sesshoumaru could barely refrain from rolling his eyes at the annoying human brat, feeling his patience growing very thin because of the throbbing ache in his leg and abdomen.
Suddenly realization dawned on her. 'He wants to...has to...oh shit, you are such an IDIOT Kagome!' She scolded herself mentally, while her face was turning a bright shade of red.
"Umm, ah, nevermind. I...I'll just...go sit back down, then....just call me if you need any help," she rambled and almost slapped herself after the last part of her sentence had left her mouth. Oh Kami, how could one person alone be so stupid?
"Oh, damn it, just forget I said anything." Kagome murmured and walked back to the camp quickly, not waiting for his reply. Just when she had thought that she couldn't embarrass herself any more, she had proven herself to be sadly mistaken. Why did such mortifying things always happen to her?
Slumping down on her sleeping bag, she just hoped that some giant hole would appear to swallow her before Sesshoumaru returned.
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Miroku watched the sun set from a small window of Kaede's hut. Worry clouded his handsome face. Kagome hadn't returned yet, and almost two days had passed since they had been separated. He prayed to all the gods he knew that his friend was alive and in good health
Slowly he turned from the window, watching Kaede treating Inuyasha's wounds with practised care. Next to the hanyou's still form lay Sango's battered body. Seeing her like that caused a twinge of pain inside of him.
The two of them had been badly injured during the fight with Naraku's creatures. Miroku, who had luckily gotten away with some minor scratches, had brought them back to the village with Kirara's help. Also suffering only from lighter injuries, the fire cat had been able to carry both of them on her back.
After leaving his friends to Kaede's care, the monk had intended to depart with Kirara to find Kagome, but the old miko wouldn't hear of it. She had told him that there was no way they would find any trace of her in the pouring rain and that he should wait for Inuyasha to recover enough to track down the girl's scent. More likely than not, Kaede had reasoned, Kagome would have returned by then.
But judging from the way Inuyasha was still unconscious, it would take another few days for him to heal completely. Shippo was currently sitting at the hanyou's side, talking to his unconscious friend gently, unknowingly worrying the sleeve of Inuyasha's red haori with his small fingers. It was quite an endearing picture. Despite their usual bickering, the kitsune cared very deeply for Inuyasha. Miroku knew that the small kit was very worried, not only for his injured friend but also for Kagome, who Shippo seemed to see as something like a surrogate mother.
The monk watched as Kaede got up, obviously having finished her task of changing her patient's bandages, and came towards him.
"How are they?" he asked the old miko, concern evident in his voice.
"Better, they are both much better today. Inuyasha will be recovered in a few days, but his demon blood is helping him. It'll take a bit longer for Sango, but she will be fine, too. Don't worry, child." she told him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
But how could he not worry? Although Inuyasha and Sango were getting better, Kagome was still somewhere out there all alone.
'Kami,' Miroku prayed 'please let her be alright.'
(A/N):
Sorry that it took me so long to update, but I'm very busy with university stuff at the moment. So it might take some time until chapter 3 is online. But I'll write as fast as I can, promise ;-).
Thank you so much for the kind reviews. I'm very flattered and I had never expected that so many people would like my story.
Special thanks go to my new beta-reader M'eyari for helping with my work and making it about ten times better and to my best friend Schnuffi for putting up with my constant rambling about characters and plotlines.
About some story-details:
I know that Kagome's eye-colour is brown in the anime and on most of the manga covers. But I want them to be blue as this makes her appearance more special and also more different from Kikyo.
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