Emotional/Angsty/Hurt Syaoran on the lose! Enjoy ;)
Chapter 2
He remembered those moments when they would laugh and celebrate… the moments when they would be there for each other when their pasts would start haunting them… and that one moment when they all gathered, trying to stick close as Mokona would bring them to another world… it was warm and gentle…
But then, reality would come crashing down as he realized he was still in his prison… trapped… alone.
Please… please…
He begged silently in his mind as he watched through his left eye as the other Syaoran would smile when the Princess wasn't looking, busy admiring whatever beauty the new world held.
Please… please… please…
"Please…" And just like that, he was awake once more.
He couldn't tell if it was morning as rain poured from the outside. He tried to sit up, but was surprised that his limbs wouldn't obey his command at all. He wanted to panic but keeping his eyes open was just as hard as trying to lift his left arm.
A knock to the door snapped him from his reverie. It was Kurogane, telling him it was time for breakfast. He wanted nothing more but to stand up and join them but something was wrong—he felt unusually weak.
'Maybe…' He thought, 'Maybe… I'm just really tired…'
Remembering the sleepless nights, he then calmed a bit as he accepted the conclusion. Slowly, he let his eyes shut as he muttered about sleeping more. And hopefully when he wakes again, his strength would have returned.
The loud banging immediately disrupted his sleep making him groan. He wouldn't be able to regain his strength if Kurogane kept banging on his door like that.
"Come out now, kid! You've been there the whole day!"
That got him to snap his eyes open. 'Whole day?'
"You've already skipped lunch, come out now or I'll drag you out of there!" Kurogane growled from the other side. He quickly struggled up, feeling a little dreadful when his limbs wouldn't obey. Something was definitely wrong.
"Kuro—" He felt weak… too weak… his eyes were drooping close once more, but he forced them to stay open. He needed help.
"Kid!" The banging continued.
He shut his eyes and bit his lip as his trembling left hand managed to push him up slightly just as he swung his legs at the side of his bed. He needed to let the others know… that something was wrong.
His breathing was too shallow, and his surroundings were starting to blur. But he grabbed onto the small drawer next to his bed and tried to put all his weight on it as he willed his body to stand.
"Tch. Fine. Be that way." Then he could hear the other's footsteps leave.
'No!' His whole body trembled as he finally managed to stand, "Wait—"
Then his world tilted. The drawer he had been holding on had crashed as he put too much weight on one side, bringing him with it. He didn't have the air to cry out as he landed on the ground harshly with a loud thud.
He shut his eyes tightly at the pain in his head and joints, not able to notice how the heavy footsteps from outside had stopped. And just as he was about to give up, the loud banging was back.
"Oi kid! What was that noise?"
He fought to keep his eyes open as he whispered, "Kurogane-san…"
More banging, "Answer me or I'll break in!"
His breathing was too slow now and he was feeling too light-headed. He heard more muffled voices from outside and heard Kurogane shout something. But he couldn't tell what it was when he heard something break and light suddenly flooded his room from the outside.
A horrified gasp and someone called out his name in… was that worry?
And suddenly, large hands grabbed him by the shoulders and he forced his eyes to open. Funny how he didn't remember closing them. He was suddenly pulled up, propped up on one strong arm, but his head sagged back. He watched as Kurogane demanded what was wrong with him while Fai knelt next to him, a firm grip was then felt on his other shoulder.
"He's not responding." Fai stated as he held the other's head up just as the teen shut his eyes once more, while feeling for any signs of fever. He was cold and clammy and that wasn't a good sign at all.
"Syaoran-kun!"
Sakura limped in, her face filled with fear and horror. Mokona was in her arms and quickly hopped over to them.
"What's wrong with Syaoran?"
Kurogane growled, "I don't know."
"Kurogane!" Fai was suddenly tilting the boy's face, his own face filled with panic as he put two fingers on his neck, "His pulse is too weak! And he's too pale!"
The ninja's eyes widened for a moment before quickly placing the boy to lean against his chest instead. Quickly he grabbed Syaoran's right arm and scanned it, ignoring Fai who looked at him questioningly.
"Shit!" He immediately found the red scar over the boy's forearm and turned to the mage, "Call for help! Now!"
"Wha—"
"He got hit by that bastard from our previous match!"
Sakura, who had knelt next to Fai looked at him in horror, "You mean—"
"It was the same blade that poisoned me." Kurogane growled and Fai was immediately on his feet, Mokona hopping to his shoulder as they left the room.
"N-no…" Tears welled up in Sakura's eyes as she held Syaoran's cold hand. She quickly buried her face in it, hoping to transfer some of her warmth to him, "Syaoran-kun…"
Kurogane could only grip the other's arm in frustration.
How could we have let this happen?
Powerless…
Weak…
He was supposed to protect her…
And he failed.
He was given another chance…
And he somehow blotched that up as well…
Every decision he made only led to horrible consequences.
He destroyed so many lives.
And Fei Wong would merely smirk at the other side of his prison. He wanted nothing more but to wipe that smug look off his face… and yet he could barely even move a finger. He will get his chance. He will escape his prison… and he will protect them… the new friends he—the other Syaoran had acquired… as well as that Sakura.
They deserve a chance… a chance he and his Sakura wasn't able to get.
Then suddenly, the bloody face of his clone flashed before his face and he heard Sakura scream. He immediately held his sword, blocking the blade that was sure to cut off his head.
"You—"
"I will gather them all."
He stiffened at those blank mismatched eyes. He felt the pain, guilt and frustration as he stared at his other self, wondering how the person he had been looking through his blind eye for years now turned into a monster.
He felt the other held the side of his face and realized he couldn't even move when the clone's own face grew closer.
"I was created because of you." The clone whispered to his ear, "Even so… you will not be able stop me from my goal."
And the clone held up his sword and stabbed him through the stomach—
Syaoran gasped loudly as his eyes flew open. He quickly pushed himself up, confused at the unfamiliar surroundings when he felt hands on his shoulders, trying to push him back down on soft pillows. He tried to take deep breaths as he realized someone was speaking to him in a soothing tone.
"Syaoran-kun, it's alright. You're safe…"
His eyes met with Fai's and he couldn't help but be confused, "W-where…"
"You're in a clinic…" He was smiling, but it seemed strained. But for some reason… Syaoran preferred this more than the hollow ones he had been seeing for the past few days, "You gave everyone quite a scare."
"Fai-san…"
He felt a hand on his head and he unconsciously shut his eyes. The gentle gesture soothing him. But soon he felt the other stiffened as if realizing what he had just done and retreated his hand.
He tried not to wince as he shuffled for a better position. His muscles still ached and the exhaustion was still there, but compared to last time, it was at least manageable.
"Why?" Fai suddenly spoke up, making him turn to him, his vision already blurring as he felt another wave of fatigue hit him.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Syaoran blinked sluggishly, not fully comprehending, "I don't… understand."
"The wound on your arm, Syaoran kun." Fai's fists clenched on his lap, "It was hit with the same blade as the poisoned one Kurogane was hit with."
That information should've shocked him, but the need for sleep was rather overwhelming, "I didn't know… about the poison…"
Then the mage looked at him in shock before understanding dawned in his face, "Syaoran-kun… I…"
He didn't like the way the mage wasn't smiling anymore. Like how everything was his fault… but it wasn't. It was Syaoran's fault… all of it. All because of that wish. He was so relieved when he finally could move his right hand, however it trembled badly as he tried to reach for the other.
Fai caught the action and immediately held it. Syaoran then shut his eyes as he muttered.
"It's alright, Fai-san… I'm fine."
He wasn't able to feel the tight grip on his hand or the way the mage had put his hand back over his soft brown locks once more, making soothing gestures—his face tight in sorrow.
"Syaoran-kun…"
Syaoran was in the middle of eating the sliced apples brought by Kurogane, who had then left to buy some other stuff with Fai and Mokona, before turning to Sakura whose face was shadowed by her hair.
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"Princess—"
"No…" Sakura looked up, her eyes filled with determination and sorrow, "This time… please let me apologize. This time, the fault lies with me as well."
Syaoran could only shake his head, "It was because I was careless… I should've let the healers check my injuries."
Sakura's eyes shadowed once more, making him held out a hand to hold hers, before stopping as he remembered his clone. But he was surprised as the princess grabbed his hand with both hers and clenched it, "We didn't inform you about the poison… if you had known…"
Tears welled up in her eyes and his heart ache as he unconsciously gripped her hand tighter, "Princess, it's alright… I'm fi—"
"Please stop."
He couldn't help but feel like this had happened before—with Kurogane.
"You're not. You're not fine." Sakura leaned forward, "I've been so absorbed with…" She paused and Syaoran stiffened as he knew who she was remembering. Slowly, he tried to ease his hand out of her grip, but was surprised when she merely tightened her grip.
"You always smile… even when no one would smile back." Sakura continued, "You apologize over every little thing when you barely did anything wrong. You tell us you're fine… even when your heart screams of pain and loneliness."
He tried to push the image of his prison at the back of his mind and smiled, "I'm not…"
"Don't lie." Sakura ran a thumb over his knuckles, "I can sense your true feelings… your pain."
The images of the darkness and Fai Wong's dark smirk were unbearable now as they keep flashing in his mind, as if forcing them to surface from behind the multitude of layers he had built to prevent him from breaking down and to keep moving forward.
He tried to pull his hand back, but the princess' grip was surprisingly strong, "Princess—"
No, he couldn't do this.
Not now.
"You're not fine. So stop saying you are." Sakura continued with her eyes shut tightly, "You don't have to go through this alone. Please trust us… even if we don't deserve it… please… trust me…"
Images of the blank look the Princess would direct to him as she shut the door to her room before he could say anything were next to flash in his mind. He always knew she was hiding something… but at the same time… had a feeling whatever he did would only be useless and he would not be able to stop her.
And that pained him more than ever.
More than the loneliness… the rejection… but the fact that he knew the Princess was most probably going to make a sacrifice over his mistake… his sin that created a distortion…
No… not just her…
But Kurogane… and Fai…
Before he knew it, he had yanked his hand from the other's grip, his eyes tightly shut, trying to keep the tears at bay.
"Syaoran-kun…"
"Please… go…"
He felt the other stiffened and immediately felt guilt… but he couldn't bear the princess to see his tears and shame… he just couldn't let her go through that.
"Please…"
Then soft hands held his face and before he could react, he was pulled into a hug.
"No…"
He opened his eyes and felt the tears flow down his face, and the other's arms just grew tighter around him.
"Not again… I won't make the same mistake again." Sakura's voice shook, but her determination was just as firm as her grip, "You've always been there for me Syaoran-kun."
He opened his mouth to tell her that it wasn't him— but once again the other interrupted him.
"You were right. You may not have been there physically… but you saw everything and your heart was with us…" She let out a shuddering breath, and he knew she was crying again, "And even after everything… I know what you did for him was not in vain. Deep inside him, I know there's a light…"
He wasn't so sure about that… he couldn't help but feel bitter as his thigh throbbed at the area where his clone had stabbed him.
"I may not know anything much about you… and what you've been through… but once in a while, it is alright to rest." Sakura murmured, "You don't have to keep pushing yourself… so please… Syaoran-kun… rest."
It must've been the soothing tone of Sakura as his eyelids suddenly drooped and his limbs went limp. He should've panicked as it almost reminded him of that time when the poison slowly took over him, but this… this was different. He could feel warmth spread from his core and slowly his eyes finally shut.
"Prin…cess…"
"She will be sad…" She had whispered in his ears and for a moment he was confused as to what she meant… but sleep was suddenly overwhelming. He then heard the door open and someone sounding panicked.
He felt big hands replace Sakura's arms as he was gently laid back on soft pillows. Then the warm hands of the princess was back, softly caressing his face as she wiped away the remaining tears on his face. He should've felt shame… but instead… he felt warm… and cared.
The hushed conversation was the last thing he heard before finally, letting sleep take over him.
"The poison was meant to paralyze your muscles." Kurogane suddenly spoke up as they stood by the reception desk, Syaoran looked up at the other in surprise who merely continued, "And because you left it untreated, it spread in your body 'til it reached your lungs. Which is the reason why you were feeling tired for the past couple of days and why you were barely breathing when we found you."
"I'm—" Syaoran paused as he remembered the other's sour reaction whenever he would try to apologize, "I see…"
"As long as Syaoran is alright, everything is fine!" Mokona chimed as he hopped onto the other's shoulder, who smiled at the white being.
"Thank you, Mokona."
Kurogane just stared at the other who signed a clipboard handed to him, checking himself out, before heading for the exit. Syaoran quickly followed the other out to the clinic as soon as he was done.
"Kurogane-san… the apartment is this way."
The ninja grunted and held out a piece of paper, "The mage needed things."
Syaoran tensed for a moment as he remembered how long it had been since they last did an errand, and how it all ended with a rather thick atmosphere. As if sensing his hesitance, Kurogane grunted and grabbed the other by the forearm and promptly dragged him.
"You're overthinking."
The brunet could only stiffen at the comment, an apology ready to escape his lips before managing to stop himself. He let the other drag him across the road before suddenly stopping in front of a bakery.
Scarlet eyes looked at him expectantly and he in turn turned to Mokona, expecting the white bun to shout out a dessert, but surprisingly just kept humming a random tune in Syaoran's arms.
"Oh… uhm…" He wasn't entirely sure as he stared at the different bread and pastries, "Doughnuts will be fine…"
Kurogane raised an eyebrow.
Feeling his face heat up a bit, he then added, "And… an apple pie, I guess."
He heard the other start muttering about his unusual addiction to fruits and couldn't stop the blood rushing into his face. He wasn't used to actually sharing what he favored most when throughout the travel they had been having a hard time with money and couldn't afford being picky.
"Eat up." The paper bag was handed to him and he looked inside to see five pieces of apple pie and one doughnut, which Mokona started complaining to Kurogane which eventually led to an argument.
"You can have some of my pie, Mokona." He immediately offered.
"Syaoran is so nice! Unlike Kuro-pyon!"
"Annoying pork bun." Kurogane grumbled before heading towards a nearby bench to sit down, and Syaoran followed like a lost puppy.
"We'll be having another chess match next week." Kurogane spoke up as he leaned back the bench, arms crossed over his chest.
"I will do my best, Kurogane-san." Syaoran automatically replied as he nibbled on his pie while Mokona dug in to the single doughnut in the bag.
"No. I want you to promise me something else, kid."
Syaoran immediately turned to the ninja in confusion, but the other merely had his eyes shut as he continued, "Every after matches, even if you've only acquired scratches. I want you to get checked by the medics."
The brunet could only look at him in surprise, "K-Kurogane-san?"
The other was starting to look embarrassed as his eyebrow twitched, which only grew worse when Mokona spoke up cheerfully, "Daddy Kurogane must be very worried for Syaoran! Kuro-pyon is actually really soft when it comes to—kyaaah!"
Kurogane had grabbed the white being and pinched both its cheeks hard, pulling them as far as possible, "That's it! You're tonight's dinner and neither the princess nor the mage can stop me-GAH!"
Mokona had kicked the other's chin and hopped towards a stunned looking Syaoran, "Syaoraaaan! Save meee!"
"Why you—!"
"I will, Kurogane-san." Kurogane halted his attempt to try and grab the white bun who was hiding behind Syaoran's shoulder.
The brunet smiled at the ninja, "I promise not to make the same mistake. Thank you for your concern, Kurogane-san."
"Hn. Good." The ninja tried to look nonchalant, though he was obviously trying to hide his embarrassment and slight annoyance, making Mokona snicker and leaving Syaoran clueless, wondering if he had said something wrong.
"Come on. We still have this list to take care of."
Syaoran nodded as he handed the remaining pies to Mokona who merely opened its mouth to store the pastries. The brunet looked at the other in confusion about to tell Mokona to finish the pies if it wanted to when Kurogane suddenly spoke up as he stood.
"Don't think all the fault lies on you."
And with that, he walked off just as Syaoran turned to him in surprise. He was about to speak up but Mokona patted him in the cheek, "Kuro-pyon was very worried for Syaoran. Kuro-pyon was the one guarding you whenever Sakura-chan and Fai-chan would leave to take care of the apartment or bring some clothes." The fluffy being then huffed out of its chest, "Of course, Mokona was always there for Syaoran as well!"
This got the brunet to chuckle, "Thank you, Mokona."
This got the small being to giggle in appreciation while the other turned to Kurogane feeling a little happy that the other had been concerned for him. But at the same time guilty for making them worry all the time.
It seemed all he ever did was give everyone trouble.
"Even so… you will not be able stop me from my goal."
He felt his left eye throb and unconsciously placed a hand over it. The warm feeling from earlier being replaced by something cold and heavy.
"Something wrong with your eye?"
He quickly put his hand down as he looked up to see Kurogane watching him with narrowed eyes.
"Just… an old ache." He replied hastily before rushing ahead, "Shall we go, Kurogane-san?"
"Hn."
Syaoran didn't need to look to know how much the other was frowning while giving him a piercing look.
'SURPRISE!'
Syaoran almost jumped at the sudden shouts and confetti that showered him as he, Mokona and Kurogane entered their apartment.
"W-wha—"
"WEEE! Mokona loves surprises!" Mokona explained as it jumped towards Fai who held one of the party poppers, smiling brightly.
"Welcome home~" The mage greeted as Sakura, who stood at the other side, smiled shyly.
Syaoran could only blink, clueless, "U-uhm…"
"It's a welcome home party." Kurogane grumbled as he closed the door behind him and pushed Syaoran forward, "Stop standing there looking like an idiot."
"I'm sorry—"
"Now, now, Kuro-chan, is that how you treat the guest of honor?" Fai chastised the ninja who looked even more annoyed at the nick name but held his tongue as he made his way to the kitchen with the supplies they bought. Syaoran, though still a little bewildered, tried to follow the other to deposit the remaining groceries he was carrying but was stopped by Fai who took the bags from him.
"Why don't you go sit down at the couch and rest for now Syaoran-kun? We don't want you pushing yourself after just getting out of the clinic."
"It's fine, Fai-san—I-"
"Please~?"
The brunet wanted to protest but saw the earnest look of the other and the hint of guilt that he was trying to obviously hide with his wide smile. That made him frown with a bit of confusion before deciding to relent, "Alright…"
And the smile seemed more real as the blonde turned and make his way to the kitchen. His right arm suddenly throbbed in pain, right were the scar was and he automatically held it.
"Syaoran-kun?" This made him jump, not realizing the princess had been standing next to him.
"P-Princess… I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
Those emerald eyes shone with concern, "Is your arm bothering you?"
He hastily let it go, "No… it's nothing."
She didn't look like she believed him, and he couldn't blame her. So he tried to smile lightly, "I'm alright, Princess. Thank you for your concern and for taking care of me for the past few days."
The concern was now replaced with a pained look, and Syaoran tried not to let it get to him. He knew she must be thinking about him again.
"I was created because of you."
His left eye twitched once more and he quickly turned before she would notice, "Excuse me, Princess. I should go and get cleaned up."
"Syaoran—"
He didn't dare turn back as he quickly rushed into his room and locked the newly fixed door behind him. He was suddenly reminded of that time Sakura had been the one taking care of him and felt shame claw its way through his chest. Not just for that moment of weakness the Princess had to see, but for feeling happy that she… that they were treating him like he was one of their own…
When he knew he didn't deserve it.
He let out a shaky breath as he made his way to the bathroom, wanting the scent of antiseptic and the outside to be gone.
He had just finished changing into fresh clothes when he heard the heavy knocks of Kurogane on his door, "Kid, it's time to eat."
Syaoran quickly opened the door to see the impatient ninja, "You alright?"
He tried not to look surprise at the question, "Of course."
The taller man grunted and tilted his head towards the direction of the dining room. Syaoran quickly followed the other and was surprised to see the amount of food set out on the table. Worry was the first thing he felt as he started wondering if they still had enough money for the following meals knowing how much budget they had left. Maybe he could try portioning his food so that the others could—
"I can hear the gears in your head from here." He stiffened as a heavy hand was suddenly on his head, "You're thinking too much."
"Ah no… it's just—"
"Come now, Syaoran-kun! Do you not like my cooking?" Fai asked with a pout while Mokona hopped on the blonde's head, "Fai's cooking is the best!"
"No, Fai-san—that's not—"
"Then what are you waiting for? Sit down so we can start eating!" Fai gently pushed him to the seat next to where Sakura was sitting much to his shock. The princess tried to offer a smile but her eyes held worry.
He tried not to think too much about it.
"LET'S EAT!" Mokona exclaimed loudly as they finally sat on their respective seats. The table was surprisingly lively as Sakura complimented Fai's cooking while Kurogane tried to catch Mokona who stole food from his plate.
Syaoran tried to eat as quietly as possible, so as to not disturb the familiar routine but Fai had turned his attention to him.
"Is my food not up to your expectations?"
Syaoran knew he was teasing as the other pouted but couldn't help but reply in panic, "N-no! It's good."
"Then I'm glad!" Fai smiled widely as Kurogane rolled his eyes and Sakura managed a small smile.
Syaoran tensed a bit at the all too familiar scene and instead of feeling the warmth of happiness he usually felt…
No… it wasn't him that usually witnessed this scene—it was the clone—
You will only be able to watch the paths unfold that you, yourself distorted!
Fei Wong's manic grin flashed in his mind and he tried not to show the heavy, cold guilt that settled in his stomach instead. He wanted to leave, but at the same time he didn't want them to think he was being rude…
But he didn't deserve this. Their smiles and kindness…
They were only acting like this out of guilt. And that should hurt him but he accepted that fact as every pain and hurt he felt is what he only deserved. It was nothing compared to what they had to go through all because of the distortion he made.
For being selfish… all the people in the table had paid the price as well.
For a wish that they didn't even ask for.
"You're not eating." Kurogane's voice snapped him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see everyone staring at him.
He felt cold and numb… as he wondered how they would react once the time would come when he would have to tell them about his sin. Once that time would come as he would have to recount that memory of being forced to be locked away and sealed into a watery prison—
"Are you alright?" Fai frowned, "You're looking pale."
"The medications… are making me feel unwell…" He tried to keep his voice level, willing it not to crack. He couldn't look at the others—he didn't deserve to. He shouldn't have said those words that only aroused their guilt. He wasn't the victim here—he was the monster who ripped away their happiness and loved ones.
"Syaoran-kun…?"
He especially couldn't look at her. Not when her existence—
"I need to rest." He finally stood up and not so subtly retreated his hand when Sakura tried to reach for it. Knowing that she'll feel the dark emotions swirling non-stop within him.
"I promise to eat later." He said with a slight bow, "I'm sorry."
Just as he turned to head to his room, Kurogane spoke up.
"You're not telling us something."
He froze at the accusation and Fei Wong's cruel words echoed in his head.
"We can't always read your mind. So when something's bothering you, you've gotta speak up, kid."
The water prison flashed once more in his mind and all the memories and silent sufferings of the others he saw through his clone's eyes brought another wave of shame and guilt.
"I assure you, everything's fine… the medication—"
"Bullshit." There was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and Mokona's startled cry. He couldn't help but turn around in reaction and saw the impatient look of the ninja, "Something's been bothering you ever since we've got here."
Dark, cold, mismatched eyes were the next to appear in his mind and it brought a spike of pain towards his left eye. He pressed the heel of his palm against it in reflex and stumbled a bit with a hiss. He didn't see how Kurogane's expression faltered and how both Sakura and Fai stood up in concern.
The pain was almost fresh as the time he had torn his soul in half for a gamble that was impossible.
Will it always be like this? Will he always be reminded of that time through a pain that acts like an old battle wound? Always freezing up in fear when being reminded of that prison he had been stuck in for 7 years?
"Syaoran—"
He quickly retreated his hand, trying to pretend that that just didn't happen, "I'm fine."
Those two words seemed to have the opposite effect of assurance when he saw the doubt and disbelief written all over their faces. So instead of making any more excuses he knew they wouldn't believe, he makes a retreat for his room with a silent 'excuse me'.
Fortunately, this time, no one tried to stop him as he finally shut the door behind him and locked it with a soft click.
He felt like a failure.
He felt like a coward.
But he knew it wasn't time yet. As much as he wanted to tell them everything, their pain and wounds are still too fresh after losing that one companion. Telling them now would only lead to him unable to accomplish the goal he had wished to achieve. For he knew that even if he looked a lot like their old friend… he was nothing more but a stranger who had entered their lives and tore their little makeshift family apart.
Steeling up his nerves he took a deep breath and turned to the cracked mirror at the corner of his room. He studied his arms, now bare from those red symbols, and felt his crumbling resolve harden. He didn't have the luxury nor time to mourn and feel bad for himself. He had a duty to accomplish.
He had already gotten this far… there was no point in breaking down now.
TBC...
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