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But rest assured it's here and that's what matters, right?
Anyway, the reason for lateness?
Firstly I've been sick…
Next I've been preparing speeches for school (don't ask)…
And then I had writer's block- like usual!
AND THEN, I neglected this and beta-ed for other people and did other stuff while trying to stimulate my creativity bar.
AND THEN I felt bad about this so then I buckled down to write…
And then finally I have to spend a few days writing this!
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AND, a HUGE HUGE big thanks HAS to go to Miss Anonymous Hp for her last review… Her LONG review 0.o Last chapter I asked for help with medical knowledge and all that yadda yadda stuff (so I could write Kankuro being sick better) AND some plot for all the characters here (like Chouji… is just there he isn't that involved/vital to the plot i.e. he hasn't gotten seriously ill or yadda yadda ya). ANYWAY, miss anonymous hp oh so VERY nicely in her very long lovely review told me exactly symptoms of poison and stuff like that ALONG with giving me a list of how to kind of… kill and torture everybody on the cast list- wound infection for Tenten, overdose of sunburn for the Hyuuga pair… yes. Anyway, SHE is the reason why this isn't actually late-ER because I have way less writer's block and I feel loved by her in depth review! THANK YOU!
So… now we can get on with the chapter, right? Not yet. I'm still searching for 'plot' stuff for characters like Chouji and Shino to do so whenever the story's at their POV they don't just sit their like a lame sitting duck and be the narrator but actually have the limelight focused on them.
Now you can go read it. Be warned… the next three or so chapters are taking the plunge into drama and darker themes. BUT, the humor will come back when Rock Lee comes back- yes, our beloved Lee-san won't be appearing for another few chapters… He's… somewhere.
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Shipwreck Chapter 11:
Nightmare
The first thing Hinata saw upon waking was nothing- nothing but a deep dark blackness. Slowly gathering her thoughts the heir wondered with growing dread… if she was dead. No. Father had always described heaven as something different to her… and she'd always assumed there'd be blue skies, lots of light, and a peaceful atmosphere… This, on the other hand, felt far from peaceful, the presence of something incredibly evil lingering here and a sense of claustrophobia struck the heir. Hell?
A sudden surge of sore harsh pain ran up and down her right arm, as if her body was shaking its head mentally in a relieved way. She couldn't be dead then, could she? As far as she knew… the dead did not feel pain. But even so, through the darkness, Hinata reached out gingerly to touch the arm as if she was not convinced. How… how… had she broken it? As soon as her fingers met flesh and recognized this arm as broken, images started to flash in consecutive order through her mind.
It was somewhat like seeing a movie with your eyes blinking furiously all the time… Hinata swallowed upon remembrance… Shino… Sensing something… Seeing someone… No more.
"Hinata….?"
The Chuunin looked around her, and involuntarily half curled up into a ball. Who knew her name…? Who was that…? She tried to bring her right arm up, to start some sort of jutsu for light- but she realized with the pain that came that her right arm would be deemed useless for a while… And even so… Hinata's eyes widened- she had no chakra… and yet… she didn't remember… using her chakra. They… They must have done something to her!
Fearful and still half-dazed from her lapse of unconsciousness, Hinata crawled to the farthest corner, trying to get away from the voice. She had no kunais… no weapons… no chakra. Her right arm was broken… The teen trembled, her feelings of vulnerability, helplessness, and confusion building up. Who was that?
"Hinata-san. It's Temari… and Sakura." It sounded soothing and reassuring- albeit weak… a trait Hinata had never associated with Temari.
She relaxed and turned her head in the direction of the voice. Hinata stumbled over to the other two quickly, almost too quickly as if she was afraid that the others would disappear if she was too slow. When she could at last touch Sakura's face and hear Temari's breathing only did then Hyuuga Hinata sank into the floor, the short distance already exhausting her.
"Wher-where are we…?" she asked.
"We're being kept in a cage…" replied Temari quietly, tapping a tough wicker stick wall beside her, "They kept all the kunoichi together- I'm assuming the others are locked up like us… and they of course took the weapons."
Weapons… kunoichi… there was something lingering at the back of Hinata's mind… What was it…? Then it hit her.
"Where's Tenten?"
"I'm treating her. I found a wound on a arm that's going to get infected soon…" the pink haired teen sighed, "Why didn't she tell me earlier…? Now I don't even have any bandages or water or anything… they took it all…whoever they are."
"She's asleep," added Temari, "Those damned people… they took our chakra. They took my fan. Kankuro's dying. Ino's off somewhere. Sakura's so weak she can't even punch through these damned, damned walls! We're starving. We're extremely weak. They're so… so twisted!"
At this, the Jonin tried to bang on the floor in fury, but her fist seemed to crumple on impact, and her arm seemed to go slack with weakness. This fact alone heightened Hinata's fears. Temari- Temari who was strong, who had never seemingly lost a battle, Temari who seemed indestructible… it was almost wrong that she be so weak and tired…
A sudden glow and soft hum came into existent, surprising Hinata- that green light… medical jutsu… but…
"No chakra…" she murmured.
Through the dim light, Sakura gave a soft smile, "I stored some in a band Tsundae-sama once gave me. They never thought of taking that away. I'm finishing up the treatment on Tenten's arm- at least, as far as I am able to. I need water and soap to clean it out… Everyone else is probably going to go down with some sort of morbid disease… Hell… what are they going to do to us next!"
The three fell back into silence, Temari and Hinata having no answer for Sakura's last statement.
"Oh damn. Your arm Hinata! Here!"
Quickly, Sakura let her arms glow green in some sort of medical jutsu over Hinata's arm-
Sudden light flooded into the cage as the door slid to one side. The Hyuuga closed her eyes tightly, the brightness being too much for her. Temari shielded her eyes and Sakura stopped her work, the medic-nin wincing. Tenten finally awoke, the teen groaning and blocking out the light.
Even before they had gotten used to the light, in those first seconds that spots danced in their eyes did Hinata felt herself fly backwards and hit the back wall of the cage, her broken arm sending out large signals of pain. Hinata gave a soft cry of pain and she shook her head. What had just happened! Were they-were they going to do something else? The wall that she had crashed into, in fact the whole cage seemed vibrate and shake with a large great force. Whoever it was… whatever it was… it was incredibly strong. Hinata shakily glanced around, fearful of what 'it' was.
Sakura was suddenly thrown to one side, crashing into Tenten. A few hours ago they might have all fought back and won easily… but this… thing was strong and added to the fact that they were beginning to lean on being starving- they hadn't really eaten since Lee had lost the food. Their weapons… their normally armaments were gone and their chakra was out. They were at this thing's will- this man's will. Hinata saw the brief silhouette of him amidst the streaming white light.
The man punched Sakura in the cheek but was quickly intervened by Temari.
"You bastard!" yelled Temari summoning up her energy, as she tried to land a fist on the intruder, "How dare you!"
But she missed- Temari was a long ranged fighter… not a taijutsu specialist. That added to the fact that the man seemed to be the top of his condition, unlike the Sand Nin. The man stooped close to Hinata after dodging Temari's blow,
"Think you can deceive us?" he whispered fiercely, "Don't ever, ever, fool yourself into thinking that you can get away with anything here. You are at our beck and call. We know who you are. We watch your every move. From now on, secrecy for you is nonexistent."
With that, he slapped her across the face and in a few more moments the four were in darkness again. Hinata trembled and hugged her knees close to her, taking care to exclude her right arm. She vaguely heard Temari ask her repeatedly if she was alright, but Hinata didn't answer, her whole body shaking.
That man…
Hinata trembled again and hugged her knees tighter, the shocking image of his face still fresh in her mind… To think… he had punched her, he had been that close to them all… it was terrifying. What else could he have done if he had really wanted to…? The shinobi who was responsible for countless deaths… the man who seemed to have no end of evil… But… The Hyuuga began to wonder if he was really who she thought him to be… but… who else… looked like that…? Who else could it be…? He had been described to her clearly- very clearly many times… by shinobi in hushed voices.
The unearthly white skin… the black hair… even those yellow eyes…
Hinata nodded her head surely, if not fearfully.
It had to be Orochimaru.
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White light blared into the cage, startling its occupants, Nara Shikamaru being one of them. A daunting figure stood at its entrance and the man gazed around disdainfully, as if he had better things to do. Once he had received his vision back, the Chuunin glanced up at the stranger. The word 'daunting' was normally used along with words such as big, muscular, tall, strong. But in this case, the word daunting was accompanied by an average stature, lean… but there was something about his eyes… which were a hideous shade of yellow that completed the effect.
"Get up… now." The words were spoken in a slick low voice which though, as Shikamaru observed, were not enforced by mere brute force but had something else which the genius could not put his finger on.
They all scrambled to their feet, albeit, this took several seconds for the whole group was getting comparatively weak now- Shino, Chouji, Neji, Sasuke and him. Shikamaru caught something, shining in the light- a… forehead protector? It would be logical… considering that the people who knocked them all out and Ino were people of high skill and speed… Still. A hidden shinobi village on this small obscure island? One that no one had ever heard of? That was almost- Chouji nudged him gently as the Chuunin staggered out of the cage- Shikamaru caught on at once and immediately started to fall into the line.
"Eyes directed into the backs of the person in front of you," he directed from somewhere off to the right before suddenly bumping into Sasuke.
Even with the smallest inkling of force the Uchiha tumbled to the ground and the procession stopped. Shikamaru spared himself a glance, and when he did, his eyes narrowed slightly. The Uchiha was obviously struggling to stand up, and knowing that he was indeed 'struggling', left red marks on his cheeks and pride.
"My, my…" drawled the man maliciously, "Konoha nin, of the famed but quite overrated Uchiha Clan as shown here. Red eyes to match his cheeks- my, my, I didn't know that Uchiha Sasuke would be so weak. Genius and protégée, joined Team 7 of the Kakashi, betrayed his own friends and village just for power and still… after all these years- still stands in his brother Itachi's shadow. Isn't that right… Sasuke-kun?"
Anger was evident on Sasuke's face but the shinobi said nothing and swallowing his pride got back into his place in line, knowing that this was not a man to be trifled with. But while anger might have been enough for the Uchiha, shock was the emotion for the Nara- how did this… guy know all of that? He already doubted that the people in this village contacted any other villages or knew much about other shinobi villages- and even if they did, how would any outsider know which particular team Sasuke joined…? Even if the details were minute and seemingly worthless, the Chuunin stored it away, knowing that it would be useful later.
The line soon got moving again, Shikamaru keeping his eyes bored in the back of Shino who was in front of him. The sun soon gleefully bored down on their backs causing perspiration to run freely down foreheads and chins. A minute or so passed uneventfully, the man in charge of them all thankfully not making any comments at all other then to prod people in the right direction with a stick. A tinge of blonde in a hut caught the edge of Shikamaru's eye followed by a ragged dirty purple… Ino? Yes… but what the hell!
What did they… DO to her? She might as well have been dead for the state that her body was in: bruises, cuts, the works… and was that… Puncture marks on her wrist! Ino may have been vain, loud and bossy… but she didn't deserve anything like this…
With a hesitation or heeding what the consequences might be, the fifteen year old broke off from the line and walked towards the hut, anxiety mounting on his face. The minute the Nara stepped into the small shack, he knew something was wrong. Maybe it was the large amount of sharp and foreign metal needles and operational apparatus that stood on a small table… or the strange odor in the air… whatever it was, one would never know. But what one would know, was that Ino opened her eyes slightly… and giggled.
"I-Ino…?"
"Heeheehee! You look s-so strange Shikamaru-kun… heehee!" The blonde pointed a shaky finger at him, amidst her giggles, "You're all wobbly and-and, you're heads way bigger then your body! I guess your brain finally split, huh!"
Shikamaru's blood turned cold and it wasn't because of the coolness of the small building… it was simply her. In all his life, he had never seen her like… this. Her eyes were glazed over, her body starting to become a living skeleton… and the way… she acted…
"Ino! Who did this you! Tell me! What… did they do!"
Shikamaru shook her shoulders, as if trying to get the girl he had known for so long to snap out this daze… to get her back to being someone he could willingly hate instead of worry over. His efforts were in vain for she only giggled harder and she was like a thin rag doll, flopping up and down with each shake. Suddenly realizing he was probably hurting her, the Chuunin immediately lay her down softly on the bamboo bed and resorted to gripping the bed frame, his knuckles pure white.
"Heeheehee! You-you shake hard, don't you! Oh look… a fishy over there-"
"Ino… I'm serious… what. Did. They. do to you…?"
"They? Oh they were really nice to meee… They gave me lotsa things to drink and then stuck needles in me- that tickled…" The kunoichi smiled and laughed again before she scowled, "Why d'you wanna know anyway? All YOU do is chase af-after Temari! Oh, so you're caring now, huh Shikamaruuuu? Well I'm NOT caring. All you do is try to tr-trip me up and get rid of meeee! Get outta here!"
The mood change hit Shikamaru on full and he swallowed, his brain for once slow to work as he thought of what to say. Nothing came. Even with her freakish giggling and behavior the words she had just spoken were the cold, blunt truth.
"You heard the lady. Get outta here."
Damn. That man… Shikamaru jerked his head away from the pitiful sight- they had cracked Ino and reduced… her to a mad, crazy, delusional girl.
"What did you really do to her…?"
"Like she said. Gave her lotsa things to drink and stuck needles in her. Nothing much." The man flicked a vicious grin at him, "But of course, there had to be some side effects for all the… experimentation."
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" shrilled Ino, her voice starting to turn into a frenzied scream, "Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! I hate you!"
Those last words somehow crushed more of the Chuunin then any battles that had left him half-dead or that time when returning from failing to rescue Sasuke, leaving so many lives at peril- they crushed him completely so much that when the shinobi finally walked out the door...
He was a lifeless shell- for what was he supposed to do, what was he supposed to think when the girl he finally realized he really cared about...
Split into a state of insanity?
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"Stand up, you all! Don't you dare slouch! Shirts off- now."
Sasuke took this brief second while every fumbled to glance around, taking in the situation. As he thought, they were underground- these people must have somehow bored caves and chambers down here. Dim lighting came from above where several oil lamps swung slowly. As he managed to take his shirt off, The Uchiha counted who was there… Naruto, Kiba, Shikamaru… the whole gang of males- excluding Rock Lee. Glancing back at Shikamaru, he briefly wondered what happened between him and Ino- the Chuunin had slipped off to find her pretty stealthily and they were almost round the corner when the guy noticed. And even though, Sasuke wasn't one to care for others, in particular Nara Shikamaru he noticed that the shinobi seemed rather…
A stick slapped him none to gently, forcing him to face forward, "Look straight ahead, hands at your back… unless of course Sasuke-kun is to stupid to that and then it'll be fine."
The blow was more to Sasuke's pride then to his cheek and though Sasuke bit his lip to stop from saying something rash, the Uchiha glared back at the man, defiantly. He knew that it would take a whole lot more to get him to crack… but they were on the road to it. Red eyes met yellow as other shinobi glared right back. If it had been any other man, Sasuke would have probably won the staring match… but not to this man. For there was such an eery resemblance to Orochimaru that the Sharingan user's eyes snapped away, painful memories flashing through his mind.
It had only been a few months since Naruto dragged him back from the depth of Orochimaru's lairs, half-dead and dropping into a faint as soon as he reached the front door of Sakura's apartment. This was the first real mission he was allowed to go on and people still seemed to give him the cold shoulder. Some nights (though he would never to admit this to anyone) he would wake up sweating, nightmares still fresh in his mind. And now…
Here was a man who looked exactly like his former master- give or take the age and several minor features. He hadn't really got much more then a quick glance at him but now… the similarities were startling… Those same yellow eyes, that same jet black, straight hair and the most striking thing… was the same deathly white, pale skin. Could that mean, Orochimaru was in charge of this village…? Another hideout for his plans? Was he here… No. His curse seal was hurting, but he could be coming… After all, he did want his 'vessel' back…
The man stopped the staring competition upon hearing heavy footsteps at the chamber entrance. He spun around.
"Jiro-sama! Here are the captives…" the man bowed lowly to the newcomer, who was obviously one with a high rank, "I've observed that none of them in particular are very strong- their average intelligence is rather low, speed and stamina lacking immensely… but some may need to be taken down a notch of two."
"Thank you. Dismissed."
As Sasuke stood he noticed that the man, wore the same shining forehead protector on his arm, his stature tall with well definied muscles… if anything, there was a resemblance to 'morino ubiki' the examiner at the Chuunin Exams… who specialized in interrogation… damn. There were no scars littering this man's head but the way he held himself immediately commanded authority.
Striding briskly across the room, the man walked behind the row of ragged teenage boys, peering here and there before finally stopping in front of Chouji. Sasuke heard the dreaded feet stop and knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Oh look. Akimichi Chouji. What a lot of useless fat here, wonder how you became a Chuunin…" the man named as Jiro pinched a bit of fat, "Your teacher must have been quite useless too, doing nothing with a… fatass like you."
The insults, though quiet, were heard well around the room and Chouji stiffened immensely.
"Maybe we could use you as a punching bag, fatty. No wonder no one liked you in your school. You didn't think of anyone else but food. What a selfish, greedy, fatass. Not worth my time at all."
Chouji's self-control snapped, and faster then lightning, the Akimichi threw a heavy punch at the interrogator. As if expecting it, Jiro caught the punch easily, let go, and walked to the next person.
Over the next hour, the man continued his examination, looking at muscles, chests, eyes… anything that could be looked at. He looked at them, like looking at good for sale… and lashed out at each and everyone of them. By the end of it all, he had somehow previously grasped each and everyone's greatest weaknesses and pointed them out, critically. Kankuro (who had grown so much more worse in this short time period), was pushed to the ground with a single fingertip. Gaara tried to intervene… but for once, he found that the was no sand to aid him, for his precious gourd had been taken away. Hyuuga Neji was reduced to an arrogant fool who knocked away the underdogs (that would soon be greater then him) and was an emotionless bastard, period. Naruto spat in the man's face and though expecting a punch back, received such a in depth lash out, that the spirit went out of the Kyuubi container immediately.
Sasuke normally would have listened easily, before keeping them in his mind as a way to gain advantage over those people, later on in his life as an avenger. But now, something had changed and though he tried to shut his ears, not care… the harsh, blunt words struck him and he didn't want to hear such things about the rest… And the shock kept vibrating through him, the same question being asked over and over again with no answer… How did HE know all of those things?
At the end of this ordeal, Jiro summoned the same damned man who had brought them all there.
"They aren't worth very much... I'll tell you that. Ah well, we might as well make some money for the village. Get Akira to put some meat into their bones, get them looking presentable... and we'll auction them off as slaves."
Slaves? Shock catapulted through the avenger's body. No way... no... no way. He had already forseen several scenarios which included torture, interrogation and death. None to pleasant, but he would rather defy them and die then live with them as the master.
But even as Sasuke tried to think of a plan that would work... ANY plan... he knew that it would be in vain. If anything nothing could be done now... No chakra... No energy... Almost no spirit left...
So, like the other shinobi in that desolate chamber, Sasuke only tried to lift his eyes up, look with a sense of pride at Jiro, stand up tall and keep the feelings of dread locked up tightly in his heart. For the solid truth of enslavery seem to take any left energy out of most of the shinobi… and that they had no way to stop this fate was like a mallet coming down on a judges table, declaring execution.
It was final.
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Hyuuga Neji, if anything, was one who would more likely work psychology on someone else then have it worked upon him. He found himself reasonably observant, and though many times after felt guilty, used it to his advantage to reduce the already nervous, frightened Hinata into a stuttering mess, briefly, during the Chuunin exams. He had interpreted her movement perfectly- which wasn't a hard thing to do, considering Hinata- and psyched her out, saying out loud her very own thoughts, that the once Genin thought she would lose. Fortunately then, Naruto yelled out and stopped this play with the mind, rousing Hinata from her fears and allowing the girl to continue.
The villagers here… these shinobi- they were basically doing the same thing, the same psyching out he had used with Hinata. Neji glanced around at the other prisoners with him- Naruto, Gaara-sama and the Uchiha. All three looked emotionless or at least, near dead. Naruto seemed the one most affected, his usual burst of high spirited idiotical energy… just not there. Gaara was evidently worried about his brother and though Sasuke tried to show he wasn't affected by it... he was, like the rest of them. A sort of fear bubbled up when he remembered Shikamaru's contact with Ino. He hadn't seen anything, but what heard froze his blood. They had seriously… done something to the Yamanaka… And when, the Nara had come out of that ramshackle hut, he looked… so… so… limp and robotic.
Leaning against the prison's rock wall, the painful reflection of everything that man, Jiro said… was true. It was cruel and wrong… but they were doing it… merely spouting the truth and everyone, even he, felt dejected and depressed. What would they do next? The startling thought of being a slave after living in luxury with servants at your beck and call… seemed so far from home… if they ever got out of here… His chakra still hadn't come back, and he'd suspected that when it did… it'd be drained somehow.
Anger started to pound against his chest as Hyuuga briefly wondered whether the girls would have to go through the same ordeal… and be inspected like cattle for sale- how dare they…! Running back through his memory to when he was spared a glance of the four kunoichi as they had piled out of that desolate room, Neji found himself remembering in great detail the wound on Tenten's arm- it had evolved from simple gash to a large infection… He should've cleaned it out or at least… something! Flashbacks reappeared in the sixteen year old's mind, moving quickly through the images… and suddenly stopped at the brief instant where he touched her cheek.
Shock momentarily widened his eyes as to why his mind should stop on this particular time and why he had actually done that. A few moments later, his brain (which normally ruled most of his thinking) droned out, "Hormones," as an answer. After that, almost slyly, his heart whispered, "Affection," and a few other words that made the Byakugen user wish he'd never ask the question in the first place. Thus, uncomfortable with this topic which had great relevance to a certain female kunoichi, Neji swept those thoughts away…
He already knew why their 'benevolent hosts' rearranged the cage groups for the male captives. He was probably considered one of the intriguing ones, due to his Byakugen white eyes. Naruto was probably dumped in here because they could trace the Nine Tales Fox Demon in him, Gaara because of his Shukaku, and of course Uchiha Sasuke for his Sharingan. In another time or place he might have felt honored… until he had the dark thought of knowing that he and the 'intriguing' shinobi were probably going to end up dead. They'd try to wrestle the Byakugen and Sharingan out and get the demons extracted by some jutsu. He had no idea of how their captors would manage this, but anything was possible now.
The Hyuuga knew that most of what 'Jiro' said was the truth... in a very harsh manner... But, he also knew that they were spamming and bringing all of them down for particular reasons... In the begining everyone had been relatively weak but... as rightful shinobi were, they were a tough bunch of fighters... At this current hour, people were more or less the opposite- there would be less chance of them all escaping or causing a revolt. Since people were more becoming so spiritless, the Byakugan user assumed that they would even more fit the role of a slave...
Hyuuga Neji, if anything, was one who would more likely work psychology on someone else then have it worked upon him. However, in this case, just how the hunter became the hunted… the normal role was reversed. For these twisted shinobi were playing dark games with all of their minds… and as hard as he tried to not give in and be taken in by their mad psychology… he knew, with growing dread…
It was working.
Firstly, yes I DO know that post time skip Gaara has the Shukaku extracted from him by Akatsuki, but when I first started writing the story Gaara was still the carrier of Shukaku and the basic plot line IS fitted for a Gaara with Shukaku as you will see in the future chapters.
Secondly, yes I DO also know that I'm no doctor of psychology so be warned if my some of my writing value takes a dip because these villagers are going to go try have a play with everyone's minds, thus the reason why for the next few chappies, we get the 'darker dramatic' side. I've never really thought or studied psychology the most I know is from movies nn, and a crash course from an online encyclopedia which wasn't very helpful… --
Thirdly, yes I WILL update soon- I no longer have writer's block nowadays! The plot is more or less quite firm now too- and don't forget, anyone wanna beta?
Fourthly, like I said in the beginning, Lee and Ino will probably not jump in with their POV for a bit as you can imagine why.- 2 or 3 chapters and you can see their 'youthful' thoughts and perspective again.
Fifthly, I LOVE reviews! gestures innocently to the purple button labeled 'review' at bottom of page
Sixthly, I dunno. Ah well. Thanks for reading, dwell on the 'fifthly' thing for a bit, and I will be back!
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