Usagi leaned forward, pressing all her weight against the wooden entrance in front of her. Her chest rose heavily, up, down, up, down. Whether she'd been gone for weeks, months, years, she didn't know. After she left her house, she ran until her legs wouldn't carry her any farther, and she collapsed in the city's park. When she woke, she ran again, whatever direction her feet turned.
It went on, now she knew where she was, but she couldn't move much anymore. Noises filtered through the door, all indistinguishable and alien, until one voice grew louder than the rest. Rain fell hard through her now dingy gray hair; vaguely she knew it chilled her to the bone, and that it mingled with her sporadic tears. The door opened inward, Usagi fell limply forward, into someone.
That someone turned out to be Kyou Sohma, and he reflexively supported the unknown girl's weight, bracing himself for a transformation. For a moment, there was nothing, until finally a burst of smoke surrounded them. When it settled, Kyou looked down at his still human body and wondered if he was maybe dreaming.
Then he looked down further and saw the bundle of sopping wet clothing. Out of the pile poked a small, white animal of equal wetness, shivering despite itself. Kyou paused, perplexed, because the person who fell through the door was certainly female and he was quite sure they had grayish hair over blonde. Still, the two floppy ears and soggy cotton tail were unmistakable.
"Stupid cat, you've completely soaked the carpet--" Yuki paused, noting the tenseness of his rival with some confusion. The ever-observant rat almost immediately located the same thing that had Kyou so stumped. "Momiji?"
"No, it's not, it was definitely a girl." Kyou interrupted, surprised he could even find the words. At this, Yuki appeared to go into similar shock, but unlike Kyou he didn't simply stand there. He bent down, collecting the waterlogged animal, which appeared to be unconscious.
"Shigure!" The silver-haired boy called, disappearing into the house. Kyou quickly closed the door, dropping the bag of garbage he'd been taking out, and ran after him. Shigure was just opening his study door when Yuki burst in, sending the dog stumbling backwards in surprise. Kyou appeared in the doorway as well, and Tohru emerged from the kitchen, wondering what the source of the commotion was.
"It's her. It's Ame." Shigure looked down at the sodden rabbit in Yuki's arms, and it didn't take him long to connect the dots.
"Get some towels, dry her off, and try to keep her warm. I'll get in touch with Hatori." He instructed, turning back towards his desk. Before Yuki could bolt upstairs, Tohru stopped him.
"There are warm towels in the dryer that I haven't folded yet," she said, pointing towards the laundry room. Yuki nodded, changing direction towards the utility room. He opened the dryer, finding warm towels indeed resting there. Her wrapped the sickly limp rabbit in one, and grabbed several more towels before he left the room. Shigure motioned him upstairs, and towards the last remaining guest room.
Yuki sat on the bed, unfurling the now soggy towel from the animal in his lap, and setting to work on drying his younger sister. Shigure looked on wordlessly, and when the rat finished he said, "Hatori is on his way. He said Momiji and Hatsuharu may be accompanying, if he can't shake them."
Nodding slowly, Yuki laid the rabbit on the bed, his violet eyes never wavering from the still form. After a while of silence, he finally asked, "What happened to her?"
"I've no idea," the dog responded. The house was unusually quiet, until Shigure turned his head towards the door of the room. Silence met him for a moment, before the door banged open, and the two in the room looked up at the panting Hatsuharu. If he'd been Black before, he calmed in the somber mood of the room, his eyes fixing on the rabbit. Apparently the rain was still falling outside; Haru's black and white hair was sticking against his forehead. He stood straight, just as Momiji appeared beside him in an equally sopping state.
"Hey, you guys can't just barge in here like that!" Kyou shouted, appearing in the doorway after Hatsuharu and Momiji had stepped forward. The orange-haired boy held his tongue as the atmosphere of the room hit him full force. His red eyes glanced over the animal on the bed, and then Momiji, before he grumbled and descended the stairs once more.
Finally, Hatori joined the silent group, completely dry and actually the only one who'd employed an umbrella against the torrents of rain outside. His one clearly visible eye swept over the rabbit as he walked to the bed, but the frown on his lips said enough. "You know I can't do anything while she's like this. We'll have to wait until she's back to her human state again."
Another silence trailed, and Hatori turned towards the door. Slowly, most of the group followed him down the stairs, to the kitchen where Tohru was diligently preparing more dinner for their guests. Only Shigure and Yuki remained in the room once again, and the dog spoke first, "Go eat dinner, I'll watch over her for now."
The silver haired boy wanted to protest, but he knew Shigure was doing him a favor, and that he was just as worried about the unconscious girl. So he joined the troupe downstairs, sitting round the dining table. Hatori sipped lightly at a cup of coffee, Hatsuharu was drying his hair with a towel, and even Momiji was uncharacteristically quiet. Tohru served them dinner, looking terribly curious, but respectfully keeping all questions to herself.
They ate, and made forced conversation that would appear natural to any observer. As Tohru cleared the table of dirty dishes, Momiji offered to help her clean up, and the two started washing the dishes. When they returned, the claimed their previous seats and everyone waited. Though they weren't sure why they waited, the answer came as Hatori lowered his now empty coffee cup to speak.
"I suppose some of you would like to be filled in." Collective nods around the table, so Hatori continued, "The girl upstairs is a member of the Sohma family, and part of the curse if you haven't yet guessed. Her name is Ame Sohma, though she goes by Usagi now so I hear." The dragon stopped, pausing for a moment.
"She's my sister," Yuki offered, drawing the attentions of the group to him, "She's the same age as Haru and Momiji."
"How...how is she cursed by the rabbit? Momiji's the rabbit, so, I don't understand." Tohru offered timidly.
"We're actually not too sure about that ourselves. All we know is that Momiji and Ame were born at the same time. There's no other history of two people being born under the same curse at once." Hatori responded.
"Well, then how come I've never heard of her?" Kyou cut in.
"You simply never met. Ame lived in the main house until she was about eight years old. Akito never spoke of her; he believed that she didn't belong in the zodiac rightfully, that Momiji was the true rabbit. After that, he had me erase hers and Yuki's memories and Ame was transferred out of the Sohma household. She's been living with a normal family the past years." They shared surprised looks, and gazed over at the dragon skeptically.
"I though she was living with another Sohma family outside the main house. What about her curse?" Hatsuharu asked next.
"Only Akito could answer that, I have no idea. I just know that Ame regained her memories recently, and I don't know how she managed to do that." Hatori answered. They pondered this for a moment, except Yuki, who'd heard it from Shigure and Ayame already. He had his own question.
"Do you know what happened? Why did she run away?" The silver haired boy inquired. Hatori stared at the bottom of his coffee cup, and then he looked straight at Yuki to answer him.
"Akito's been in contact with the detectives on the case. In her room, they found letters she'd written to a guy in America. Apparently they were engaged, and he died in a car accident. She's distraught."
"What do you think Akito will do about Usagi-chan?" Momiji piped up, the first thing he'd said in a while. Though they all waited for Hatori to answer, he didn't speak, for he didn't seem to know how to answer the question.
Usagi opened her eyes slowly, the sensation felt out of place. As much as she wanted to meet gazes with a pair of violet eyes, the only person she could see around her was a disgruntled boy with orange hair. He pored over school books, muttering to himself gently, though he didn't actually seem to be too bitter at her bedside. The odd proportion of things she was seeing finally clicked; she was a rabbit.
How long had it been? When was the last time she'd transformed? She couldn't find the strength to move very much, but her nose twitched, and the boy looked over at her sharply. Bitterly, he muttered, "Of course you wake up once that damn rat leaves."
Usagi lifted her ears a little; so Yuki had been watching over her? Was it possible that, maybe, he remembered her? Summoning her strength, she moved a little around the bed, under watchful red eyes. He had to be the cat, but, why were they both staying at Shigure's house? Quite suddenly, a cloud of smoke engulfed her and she sat on the bed, blinking slowly, and automatically wrapping the blanket on the bed around herself.
By the time the smoke was completely gone, Kyou hadn't had any time to see anything, for which he was grateful. The silver-haired girl stared bleakly at him, her eyes cloudy and distant, red around the edges. She even looked feverish, and he wasn't a doctor. He dropped his pencil and stood, muttering, "Wait here, I'll get Tohru or Shigure or someone."
Before the cat even took a step, Usagi's hand shot out and grabbed his, and she gave him a pleading look. He tried to pull away, but the girl let out a low whimper, whispering, "Please don't leave."
Tohru chose that moment to enter, a tray in tow, and she let out a surprised squeal when she seen the silver-haired girl. Kyou sent her an annoyed glance, before he said, "Go tell Shigure to call Hatori, and get her some clothes too."
"Oh, yeah," Tohru turned and exited the room swiftly, not even bothering to leave the tray. Kyou looked down at his own hand uncertainly, while Usagi pulled it closer, placing the back of his palm against her cheek. Even when Tohru returned with her clothes for her, she wouldn't allow him to leave the room, so he had to turn the other way while she dressed. Afterwards, she grabbed onto the cat's hand once more and held onto him.
Shigure came in, looking somber over his normal cheerful self. He looked Usagi over; she only sniffled at him, and didn't offer a hello. "Hatori is on his way. Don't wake Yuki just yet; he'll be sick if he doesn't get enough rest. It's bad enough he stayed up all night."
"Are you saying I have to stay with her?" Kyou asked indignantly, give the dog a dirty look. Shigure shot him something that resembled a glare.
"You don't have to, certainly, Kyou. If you'd rather leave her alone then by all means," the angry tone surprised Kyou, more than he would admit or even show. Grumbling, he sat down on the bed, next to the silver haired girl. Her blue eyes were trained on the floor, but both her hands stayed twisted around Kyou's hand, holding on for dear life. Shigure sent a few worried glances towards the girl before finally departing, along with Tohru.
When Hatori arrived, he once again had Hatsuharu and Momiji in tow, looking more anxious than before. He made them wait outside the door, but allowed Kyou to stay when Usagi became upset over him. The cat watched dully as Hatori performed his check-up.
"She has a nasty cold, that's about it. Her mental state is the real worry." Hatori said finally, adding on, "I'm sure Shigure had some cold medicine around here somewhere."
As the dragon stepped out, Hatsuharu and Momiji burst in, and Usagi moved her eyes upwards to look at them. Hatsuharu walked to her, not hesitating, and she found her voice to speak to him, "Haru-chan?"
As the white haired boy sat beside her, Usagi finally let go of Kyou and allowed the ox to pull her into a hug. The cat stood, and reverently left the three of them alone. Momiji took Kyou's spot next to the blue eyed girl and held her free hand in his own.
"Usagi-chan," the blonde boy whispered, a frown across his face. She didn't answer, her voice rose in small sobs instead. Momiji and Hatsuharu shared a glance, but neither of them knew what to say to the grieving girl.
"I didn't...I didn't even get to say goodbye. I hadn't seen him for months, and then one day he's gone. How can that happen? How is it fair?" Her voice wasn't angry, or bitter. The tone radiated sadness, and regret. "I should've asked him to stay. I would've, but I knew how much it meant to him, being a doctor."
Though Hatsuharu and Momiji didn't say anything in response, she knew they sympathized with her. Haru's arms stayed tightly around her shoulders, and Momiji never released her hand from his. If the old saying of actions speaking louder than words ever applied, it was now among the three juunishi.
Finally, Usagi pulled away wiping at her eyes. They remained slightly swollen, and red, but the smallest of smiles was lighting her face as she pulled both of them into a hug, "Thanks you two."
The hint of the sparkle in her dark blue eyes came back, and though she still mourned her loss, though she hadn't let Mamoru fade from her thoughts just yet, she had enough strength to keep living. A 'you're welcome' was unnecessary from the two, but Momiji chuckled softly and said, "Usagi-chan, your nose is running."
"Oh gosh," The silver haired girl looked mildly embarrassed. She tried wiping some of the excess on the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing, but quickly departed for the bathroom to fetch some tissue paper. She checked a few empty bedrooms before finding the restroom at the end of the hall. When she opened the door, she realized it was already occupied.
A pair of surprised violet eyes jumped up to look at her; apparently Yuki had been bent over the bathroom sink, for reasons unknown, but she was at least grateful she hadn't walked in on anything embarrassing. Her relief turned to horror, quickly, as the rat grabbed his head in pain. He might've bashed his head against the porcelain sink if Usagi hadn't reached out and slowed his fall.
They both sunk to the tiled floor of the bathroom, a groan escaping Yuki's lips that she could only assume consequenced his pain. "Yuki, what's wrong?"
"Ah," The silver haired boy finally gasped, panting lightly. Usagi assumed the sudden migraine, or whatever it had been, had subsided. Gently placing her palm against his forehead, she checked for a fever, but jumped when he grabbed her around the wrist. She met gazes with him, his intense violet eyes boring into her deep blue.
"Yuki--"
"I remember," was all he said, and without being entirely sure if it was from shock or high fever, the rabbit fainted.
"Don't you two think it was a little unwise to let her go wandering off when she has a fever?" Hatori asked dryly, sending aggravated glances at Hatsuharu and Momiji, who both looked rather guilty. The doctor wet a rag with cool water, ringing it out and placing it on Usagi's forehead before he read the thermometer he'd removed from her mouth.
"She was just going to blow her nose, we thought she'd be right back," Momiji said in their defense, watching Hatori with worry..
"One hundred and two," The dragon announced. Yuki stood to the side, contemplating the situation. He'd yet to inform anyone but Usagi that he remembered the little girl he'd grown up with. Of course, back then the roles would've been reversed, and he would be the one bedridden under Hatori's scornful eye. Placidly, he opened his closed fist to look at the silver snowflake rested on his palm.
The piece of jewelry had been found among his sister's clothes, and Tohru had given it to him when she'd been about to wash the damp garments. He recalled now, very clearly, the occasion when he'd bought the gift. It had been the only time, back then, he'd gone somewhere outside the main house with Ayame exclusively.
The snake had, of course, been reluctant to go, but when he explained the details, that he really wanted to surprise Ame, Ayame had gone along with it. Yuki didn't know when he'd first spotted the necklace in the store, but he knew that Ame would love it to death, and he never did anything special for his imouto. Considering all she did for him, the goofy things she did to make him happy, he wanted nothing more than to give her something she really deserved for Christmas.
Even through all the years, with or without memory of him, she'd kept it, something that tied them together, always. His mind drifted to the night following the gift, and what she'd said to him.
"Yuki! Yuki, wait up!" The young rat turned, just in time to see his imouto pounce on his back, sending them both to the ground in a messy heap. She giggled, rolling off of him and offering a helping hand. They stood in silence, on the deck away from the party inside, before Ame spoke again, very softly, "I wanted to thank you, again, for your present. It's the best present ever."
"I'm really glad you like it," Yuki answered timidly, earning a grin from the blue eyed girl. She looked out across the yard of the main house, just as the snow started to fall gently from the sky.
"You know what snow is, Oniisan?" Her voice rang out, full of something that resembled melancholy. It was rare to see the hyper rabbit in such a serious mood, so Yuki gave his full attentions.
"Frozen rain?" He guessed, sheepishly, but Ame offered a sad smile as she nodded. The snowflake pendant around her neck glinted, lights from inside the house reflecting off it.
"Right. Your name means snow, and mine means rain. Snow is rain, before it hits the cold air and freezes into snowflakes. Know what that means?" She turned to him again, awaiting an answer. Yuki thought, and when he realized he didn't know, he shook his head, tousling his silver tendrils of hair.
"It means you and I are the same. Ame and Yuki, rain and snow. No matter how different we seem, we'll always be connected, because inside we're really the same. You see what I mean? We'll always be together, whether it rains, or whether it snows. I'll always be with you, no matter what."
"Ame?" Yuki tilted his head. Ame had turned her face the other way and hearing such cryptic things from her really worried him. "Ame, are you leaving?"
"Never," The silver haired girl turned and threw her arms around his neck. "Don't you see? I'm always with you, I'll never leave. I want you to understand that."
Back then, the weird speech hadn't made much sense, but now...his sister must have known then about having to leave the Sohmas. She must have known, long before he did, that they were going to be separated. How hard had it been for her, to stand there and tell him they'd always be together, when she knew they would be torn apart?
Meanwhile, in Usagi's dreams, she was remembering things as well.
Ame giggled brightly, chasing Hatsuharu down the halls of the main Sohma building. When they turned another corner, both children paused, collapsing to their knees and panting for breath, before Ame said, "I give in, Haru-chan, you're way too fast."
"Well of course I'm faster than you," Hatsuharu smirked, earning a slap in the back of the head from his silver haired companion. Her blue eyes twinkled with merriment as she laughed with him, but quite suddenly, both children became silent. Loud voices were channeling from the door beside them, so they listened in.
"I won't have it! Do you dare betray me, Shigure? All for that girl, over that stupid little girl!" The voice rang out clearly, being raised way above the normal tone. It was Akito, the young head of the Sohma family, and apparently accompanied by the dog, Shigure.
"Akito, I'm not betraying you, but you know full well my stand on Ame." Shigure replied calmly, sounding incredibly poised under the accusations at hand. The strange noise that followed sounded like an all out growl, possibly to convey frustration.
"Yes, of course, every one simply adores that bastard child. She doesn't belong in this family! She's an outcast, a disgrace to everything this family is! There is not to be two rabbits in the zodiac! Yuki's bitch of a mother was not supposed to have another child!" Akito was full out ranting, fuming; his anger could be felt even through the wall that separated the children from him.
"She's only a child! She didn't ask to be born, Akito! What you're doing is completely ludicrous. Do you really think kicking a member of the juunishi out is going to work? You're juvenile jealousy shouldn't be taken out on Ame!" There was a harsh snap, as though Akito had struck Shigure. He wouldn't do that, would he?
"Do not speak against me. I allow you your freedom because of your loyalty but if you cannot subdue yourself you know the consequences. If all goes as planned, Ame will be free of the curse. She can have a normal life, away from the Sohmas. Don't you want her to have that?" Akito's voice sounded sugary sweet, but he was only mocking Shigure.
"That's not what she wants. You know it's not what she wants. Do as you must, Akito, and I will fully support it. This is going to come back to you, though. Separating Yuki and Ame will come back to haunt you." Hatsuharu jumped up, grabbing onto Ame's hand and pulling her with him. He ran until the both of them were out in the yard, before he turned.
"You know it isn't true, Ame. You do belong here, you're a great juunishi, and everyone loves you. You know none of those mean things are true!" Hatsuharu scanned the young girl's face. It was blank, dazed, as if she wasn't sure what she'd just heard at all. When she caught the ox's anxious expression, she smiled shakily.
"Akito is just upset, that's all. I know he didn't really mean those things, he's just upset." As soon as she said it, her voice broke down into heartfelt sobs, and Hatsuharu pulled her into a hug, where she cried on his shoulder. "What will I do without Oniisan, Haru-chan? I can't live with out him. I can't leave him by himself."
"Hey now, Yuki won't ever be without you, okay? You guys are always together, because you're in each other's hearts. You'll always be connected." The white haired boy said soothingly. Ame sniffled, wiping her tears from her face.
"I guess you're right." She said finally, smiling.
Usagi hovered above the scene, like she was watching it outside herself, and continued to ponder it. A small smile graced her lips as she realized how much Hatsuharu had been there for her. Even now, when she needed him the most, he showed up to comfort her.
Moving back to her memories, she frowned. Whenever she tried to recall how her curse had been suppressed, her mind drew a blank. Either parts of her memory had yet to resurface, or the memory had been completely obliterated. But, was that possible? Did Hatori hold that kind of power? She felt like she was forgetting something, or more specifically, someone. The frozen scene below her disappeared, quickly replaced by an image of her child self and Shigure.
Ame placed her small hand against Shigure's bruised cheek, her eyes welling with tears. Angrily, she asked him, "Why did you talk back, Gure-chan? It was stupid, why did you do it?"
"Not even Akito deserves the right to say things about you like that. They're untrue, you know that. Right?" The dog pressed. The young girl nodded her silver hair bouncing as she did.
"I do know it, and you know it, so why does it matter when Akito says different? Isn't it enough that we know it?" She protested, earning a laugh from Shigure.
"Since when did you get so knowledgeable? Has our little Ame grown up?" He teased, making the little girl's cheeks redden. Instead of giving her usual offended retort, her eyes grew solemn.
"I'm really going to be kicked out of the family, aren't I? I won't ever see you, or Ayame-san, or Haru-chan, or Miji-chan, or--" her voice wavered, but she swallowed, and continued, "or Oniisan again. What did I do, Gure-chan? Did I make Akito-sama angry with me?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, Ame-chan, don't think that."
Suddenly, Usagi woke from her memory, her head pounding. How long she'd been out, she didn't know, but when she looked to her left she didn't see the irritated boy that'd been there before. It was Yuki, sitting in a chair at her bedside, but he'd long since dosed off. His head was resting against his arms, lying on the bed next to her, and a small smile touched her face at the sight.
Slowly, and as quietly as she could manage, she slipped from the bed. Scurrying across the bedroom, she slipped out into the silent hallway. As she descended the stairs, she heard the sounds of someone moving below, and instantly figured it had to be Shigure. Her instincts proved correct, as she peeked into the single lighted room that turned out to be his study.
"Gure-chan?" The dog looked up from his papers; apparently he was working on something to do with his writing. He offered a smile and gestured for her to come in. "I was just wondering if I could take a shower."
"Of course. You're wearing Tohru's clothes, but I believe she washed yours. They're in the utility room on the dryer." Usagi thanked him, withdrawing from the room and pulling the door shut behind her. It didn't take her long to locate the room, and her clothes, so she walked back up to the second floor and to the bathroom. After she felt legitimately clean, she knew she wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon, so she walked back downstairs.
"Gure-chan, I'm going to go outside. I promise not to leave the yard." Shigure nodded his concurrence, eyes barely glancing up at the rabbit as he continued to write. Usagi slowly closed the door, and turned away. Before she made it to the door, she spotted a familiar mop of white hair, complimented by black roots. Peeking over the back of the couch, she smiled down at the snoozing form of Hatsuharu.
'He must have really been worried to stay the night on Gure-chan's couch,' She mused brushing some of his wild locks from his face. The ox barely stirred, and Usagi turned away towards the front door. She slipped out quietly, and breathed the early morning air deeply into her lungs.
Walking aimlessly around the property, it didn't take her long to find the ladder that led up to the rooftop. As soon as she settled in, and looked out across the trees that surrounded Shigure's house, her breath caught in her throat.
The sun was just peeking through the branches, bright, but not too intense you had to look away. The early birds chirped merrily as they flew from branch to branch, searching the ground below them with a sharp eye, hoping to catch a few worms for themselves or their babies tucked away safely in their nests. The grass below her twinkled, rays of sunlight bouncing off the morning dews still collected there.
Immediately she felt a fondness for the perch on the roof, and the view it held. Pulling her knees into her chest, she rested her chin on them and watched the sun slowly rise, until she had to squint to continue looking. After a while, she decided she should probably go inside, but before she could she heard someone stomping up the wooden ladder. Her eyes caught gazes with a set of fiery red, and his face flushed red accordingly.
"What are you doing up here?" The orange haired boy snapped, almost sneering at her as he did so. Usagi winced under his harsh tone, offering a small smile in attempt to ease his anger.
"Um...sorry, I didn't know this was your spot. I was going inside anyway." The silver haired girl untangled her limbs and crawled over towards the ladder. Before she made it all the way, her hand slipped over a loose shingle, and she went tumbling down the roof with naught but a small 'eep.' Fortunately, Kyou's very cat-like 1 reflexes kicked in, and he grabbed on to her arm.
Pulling her back up beside him, he clicked his tongue scornfully, before commenting, "Not very graceful, are you?"
With her face redder than his eyes, she shook her head lamely. "I never said I was. Say, I don't really know your name."
"Kyou," he replied, not looking at her. Usagi took it as an invitation to stay, and settled into her previous curled up position at his side. Questions buzzed around her head, but she held them at bay for several moments, and resolved not to ask any at first.
"I can see why you like it up here. It's very pretty." She offered, her eyes focused through the trees. Kyou spared a glance at her, his eyebrow arched. She turned towards him, and caught him in a smile. "I wanted to thank you, for staying with me yesterday."
"You're welcome," the cat muttered, turning away from her smile with a frown.
"I'd like to ask, if you don't mind answering...aren't you the cat of the zodiac?" At his brisk nod, she continued delicately, "Then why...why are you and Yuki staying here together at Gure-chan's house?"
"Akito," was his curt reply, and Usagi pursed her lips together. She knew that none of the Juunishi were keen on discussing the head of the Sohma family, and for the cat, that desire must have been increased tenfold. "You should go inside, that stupid rat will be looking for you."
Usagi took the hint, carefully climbing over to the ladder and descending slowly, so her bare feet wouldn't slip on the smooth wood.
1 Forgive the lame pun on Kyou and his "cat-like" reflexes. -sweatdrop-
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