A/N: I'm back, sorry for the wait. Here is the next edition. Please enjoy.

Intervention

Chapter 7: For your Own Good

"Did I mention how much I loathe you, Isshin?" said the cold voice over the phone.

But the old man's chuckle made him sigh.

"Fine. This is the last favour, Isshin, I swear," said the man.

"Don't worry Ryuuken, I'm sure you'll hear from me soon," said Isshin, before a click was heard, and then a long beep.

The black haired Senior Quincy shook his head with an almost fond smile.

"Father? Who was that?" asked a voice from behind him.

His smile faded and he turned toward his only son. "Why didn't you just sever your contact with the shinigami?"

Uryuu's eyes widened in curiosity. Just who was his father speaking to?

"Uryuu. There is a problem, and because of them, it is the Quincy who must fix it."

Ishida frowned. What the hell was his father going on about? He wasn't a man to ramble on like he was...and then he realised just what was wrong with his father.

He's scared, thought Uryuu with realisation. But scared of what exactly?

His thoughts stopped as he reached the Kurosaki home and when he knocked on the door, some whimpering was heard from just beside the door.

Some sort of fight was heard behind the door before it opened to reveal his 'friend', the hot headed Substitute Shinigami; his father walking in the opposite direction.

"I-Ishida?" asked Ichigo with surprise after eying his dad who had now left the room, but then his chocolate orbs followed his new friend whom ran outside.

The small German Shephard barked cutely and began to pant up at Uryuu. It sat on its back side and gave Ishida a pouting look to say 'pat me'. Uryuu gave it a side look before turning his eyes back to Ichigo with a questioning look upon his cold face.

"Don't ask...Ichigo, come on!" yelled the orange haired man, causing the dog to follow its temporary master inside.

Ishida followed carefully.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ichigo, after all, its not often that he got a visit from his rival, the Quincy. In fact, he didn't think the Quincy had ever been to his house before...

Uryuu took the liberty of sitting on the couch.

"Where did you get the dog?" asked Ishida, ignoring Ichigo's comment of not asking about it.

Ichigo sighed. "I said, don't ask, didn't I?"

This made Uryuu smirk. "I heard Orihime had one of those, and its about the age of her dog as well."

Ichigo's scowl returned as he sat next to the cold hearted Quincy with a large sigh. "She-she gave it to me," was all Ichigo could muster.

Uryuu looked forward at the blank television, now dormant and could see Ichigo's face through the reflection; his face filled with an emotion Uryuu just couldn't work out. He was obviously thinking of the young actress.

"I heard she was moving to the United States," said Ishida, gauging his rival's expression.

Ichigo's face frowned with confusion. "She wouldn't and how the hell would you know that?" exclaimed Ichigo, turning to face him with anger in his eyes.

"I see her every so often and I read that in the tabloids," said Ishida, turning away to look at his nails.

Ichigo sighed. "Look, Ishida. There's something going on right now..."

"I know, Kurosaki. That's why I'm here," said Uryuu, now getting to the subject he had completely forgot about. "The man that has been keeping Orihime captive in a different life is planning his attack soon. The reason I'm here is because this doesn't just affect you, Kurosaki, it affects all of us. So, I wanted to ask you what your plan of attack was."

Ichigo's eyes widened. Ishida... he thought.

"And because Orihime is special to me too," said Ishida with an indifferent expression.

"I-I hadn't really thought about it yet. I met him yesterday," said Ichigo with an even bigger scowl than before, and as he remembered what had happened, he began to clench his fist in anger.

"You did?" exclaimed Ishida. "And what happened?"

"He almost killed us. Well, he could have. And all this time I thought that Inoue just wanted a better life and I curse myself everytime I had thought that. Ishida, this whole time she's been in agony and I didn't even know," said Ichigo, but really, he was talking to himself, wondering how he could have ever thought she would do anything for herself.

Ishida shook his head slightly. "Kurosaki, I know you are an idiot whose grades are below average and are blind to many things, but, even you couldn't be accountable for what has happened. What you need to do now is fix it; we can fix it, Kurosaki. Have you spoken to Kuchiki-san?"

Ichigo nodded. "He is from Soul Society," began Ichigo, and as he filled his rival in on who the man was, what he was and what he could do, it was clear to the both of them that they couldn't let Orihime leave.

"You can't let her go, Kurosaki because if you do she will be gone from our lives forever," said Uryuu, as he pushed his glasses up with an index finger.

The Quincy got up from the couch, now that they had spoken about what he had came for. "Why didn't you just take him out yesterday? Or call someone?"

Ichigo shook his head in shame, unable to look Ishida in the eye. "He was fast and...Inoue asked me to leave."

This surprised Uryuu. What has happened to you Inoue-san? Did that bastard really hurt you so physically and emotionally when you've already been through so much?

And at that moment, Uryuu vowed to take Hitori Matsuma out before Kurosaki, but as he had experienced before, Ichigo always defeated the enemy and all Uryuu could really vow was to help Ichigo. After all, what was the good of having a rival if there is no world for you to be a rival in? It was simple deduction, it wasn't the fact they were friends. No. Ishida Uryuu resented that thought, despite how true it was.

Orihime looked at the bags that sat on her bed, her face down cast. She really wished that things were different; wished that she could hear Ichigo and Rukia argue like they usually did and then everyone would roll their eyes, except her, and she would talk to Tatsuki and have a good chat about different foods.

And she wished that she could tell him what she felt. Yes, that's what she had to do before she left. She had to let him hear it from her. Surely he would allow it; she was leaving like he asked but she would have to do it in a way so that Hitori wouldn't hurt Ichgio. He had said she wasn't allowed to see him anymore, so she wouldn't do it face to face.

The orange haired actress sighed and packed one last thing. It was a group photo at the beach with all of their friends, it was a fun day.

"Ichigo," said Orihime, as tears began to run down her face at the memory of her beloved dog. "I-I miss you, but I know you're in good hands. I know that Kurosaki-kun will treasure you, like he does all his friends."

The girl began to sob and as she went into her bathroom, grabbed a tissue and looked up at the mirror above her sink, he had appeared.

"So you're leaving as I asked," said Hitori Matsuma with a smirk.

He was so happy, he felt giddy. Because soon he would have the powers of a God and no one could stop him. He had control of Orihime and made her shut out the people who could possibly defeat him and after the process was complete...Inoue Orihime would die and she would be of no concern to him then.

Orihime gasped from fright but then realised who it was. "Yes, Hitori-sama," said the girl, unable to look the man in the face. "You won't hurt my friends will you?"

"No. If you leave tomorrow as planned, I will leave them alone."

"Could I-could I see Kurosaki-kun one last time?" asked Orihime with hope.

Hitori looked away from the girl and sighed. "No. I told you if you saw him again, I would kill him-"

"I wouldn't say anything I promise! Or could I see Rukia-san or Tatsuki-chan?"

The man looked away, seeing her glossy grey orbs and how red they were from crying. He would give her one last joy. "Fine. You can see one of the latter, but no one else. I'll be watching and listening, so don't disappoint me. If you do, I will kill them both and your Kurosaki-kun."

"Ichigo!" exclaimed the Substitute Shinigami, looking to the small dog whom was whimpering, knowing it had done something wrong.

Chocolate orbs stared at the dog, but just couldn't scold it. Why couldn't he punish the dog for biting the couch? There were marks everywhere over it, but its eyes made him feel sad for what Orihime had done to protect him. The dog reminded him of her, which was ironic, because the dog had always reminded Inoue Orihime of Ichigo.

"C'mon boy, I'm sure your mummy will be back soon. I'll make sure of it boy," he said, kneeling down and patting the German Shephard with a small smile.

It panted and the expression it had on its face could almost be called a smile. "I can't accept this Ichigo...tell me what should I do? She won't see me; won't talk to me and all I want to do is rip that guy to shreds!"

He was talking to the dog, as if he would answer him with some new found wisdom, but none came. Just thinking of Hitori Matsuma made his blood boil and the way he had been able to move...it just wasn't possible. He punched the couch next to him, which made a whole in it with his arm lodged inside it. He was angry.

"Ichigo," said a female voice, from behind where Ichigo was on his knees.

He pulled his arm out of the couch and turned to see Rukia standing in the doorway to the loungeroom. Her voice had held pity and sadness for the situation they were now in, but it was mainly because she felt hopeless to Orihime's situation.

"Rukia," said Ichigo, looking away and back to Orihime's dog.

"Can I play with Ichigo?" asked Rukia, kneeling down next to her best friend.

Ichigo didn't say anything, but she did it anyway. She patted it and scratched it's belly as it rolled on its back playfully, panting with excitement.

Rukia smiled. "Its so cute," giggled Rukia.

Ichigo nodded, keeping its eye on the dog. "I know, trust Inoue to pick the cutest dog around," he said, with a reminiscent smile.

Rukia looked up at Ichigo's face to find that he was thinking of Orihime - she could tell.

"The best plan is to defeat Hitori Matsuma," said Rukia, her face solemn. "Can you do that?"

The orange haired shinigami didn't say anything or acknowledge her.

"Listen to me Ichigo, she pushed us all away to protect us, that's why she doesn't want you-"

"I know. I saw her yesterday. I met him, remember?" interrupted Ichigo.

Suddenly Rukia stopped playing with Ichigo, her eyes focused on her best friends face.

"Damn it Rukia! I couldn't save her! He has her in his grasp and he won't let go. He has her life in his hands and I can't do anything about that right now!" yelled Ichigo madly, his blood pressure was pumping faster and faster, but it was more at the fact he had done nothing yesterday. He should have done something, anything, but he was a coward.

He finally took one large sigh and turned her, his face searching hers for answers or wisdom.

"She's doing this all for me, Rukia. Why would she do that? She's a stupid girl who just doesn't understand," said Ichigo, his voice harsh and his expression was full of annoyance.

"No Ichigo," said Rukia who was starting to get pissed off. How could he say such things about Inoue? "Its you who is stupid. She's doing it for you because she cares for you. Don't you remember what she went through when they captured her in Las Noches? Of course, it took a toll on all of us, but Inoue could see the torment and pain you went through just to save her. She obviously doesn't want to see you go through that again, just for her. Inoue Orihime is a kind soul who doesn't want anyone to be in pain, especially not you."

"Why me?" he asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question to himself. He knew why, he just didn't understand how she could care about someone like him so much. Ichigo had never thought anyone could love him like she did and up until now he had been in denial about it, but from what Rukia had just said it proved that she was in love with him.

"Rukia," he said, looking into her eyes. "I have to beat this guy because of what he's done to her. I'm going to make him suffer for what he's doing to her and for causing her pain."

"Ichigo," said Rukia, her violet orbs full of concern, but she smiled with relief.

You really do care for her Ichigo and I'm glad that you will fight for her after all this time of being ignorant to her feelings, thought Rukia; resting a hand on his shoulder to show that she was here for him, no matter what.

"So what will you do now?" she asked, as she got up from the floor giving Ichigo one last tickle.

Ichigo followed suit and got up off the floor, his expression unreadable.

"I'm going after him. Ishida visited earlier and he had heard that Inoue was leaving soon," said Ichigo. "I have to take him out before then."

Rukia nodded in agreement. Her short stature caused her to look up at her closest friend. "Well then, you'll need to know his capabilities first. And the only way to draw him out is to see Inoue."

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah."

They left the house promptly.

"Father," began Uryuu, but his father's hand silenced him as he held his palm up to say 'stop' or 'silence'.

Uryuu waited patiently to get off the phone to find his fathers eyes pierce into his as he hung up the phone. "Well?"

"He's going after him, but he doesn't have a plan," said Uryuu as he pushed up his glasses with an index finger.

"Well, no plan is a good way to die and if he doesn't have a plan, which seems to be a family trait, then we will take over. We will attack tonight, I have an idea where he will be," said Ryuuken.

Ishida's eyes widened. "Y-you do father? How?"

"Tch. You have a long way to go, Uryuu. The Inoue girl's flight is tomorrow and Matsuma will follow. Every time he uses his abilities there is a small spike in spirit particles and the ability he uses to transport takes a while to generate. As soon as it begins, we will be there. His last location was near the borderline of Karakura Town, so he wont be far from that area."

Uryuu nodded. How does he know that man's name? he thought.

"What about Kurosaki?" said Uryuu with a frown, not liking his father's plans.

"The Quincy have never relied on Shinigami and we wont be starting," said Ryuuken, narrowing his eyes at his son for even speaking the 'K' word.

Uryuu shook his head slightly. He had to reason with his father, it was Kurosaki who would be able to help them the most, but his father was just being pig-headed. Of course, Ishida would never even thought this a while ago but over the years of fighting by Kurosaki's side, he had come to realise that he could rely on Ichigo, without any strings attached.

So he decided to go on a hunch he had had for a while now.

"So Kurosaki has never helped you before?" asked Ishida, causing his father's breath to hitch slightly.

"Excuse me?"

"Father, I know that you and Kurosaki's father have a connection. He's always known you were a Quincy and never told anyone even though he was a Shinigami so that made me come to the conclusion that you were allies, despite your differences-" explained Uryuu, but was interrupted.

"Yes. Its true once upon a time that we were allies, if you can call it that. It was more I would aid him and in return I would allow him to aid me as payment for the trouble he caused me for the favour," said Ryuuken. "Not that its any of your business. However, I despise that man, always have."

Uryuu couldn't help but smirk at this.

"You find that amusing, Uryuu?"

"No father. Of course not. Kurosaki and I, we always disagree. He is an imbecile, he's hot headed and annoying and we argue constantly. I despise him for always being stronger than me, even though it pains me to admit it," said Uryuu, looking away from his father's gaze.

Ryuuken stared at his son with a judging look, gauging his son's expression when speaking about the Kurosaki boy.

Isshin, your son grew up just the opposite of what you wanted him to be, smirked Ryuuken.

"Masaki is pregnant," said Isshin.

He stood in the door way to Ryuuken's mansion, his Zangetsu hilted on his back.

"Hn. So is my wife. To think that we would have something in common...it disgusts me," said Ryuuken coldly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

"I'm done with this life forever, Ryuuken. I don't want my son to go through this, after all, these are dead souls we're dealing with," explained Isshin.

"And you think I wanted to get involved? My son will never know what it is to be a Quincy, and if he ever does, I hope to hell he doesn't meet your son," Ryuuken spat.

Although to anyone else, it would seem that these two young adults hated each other, but it was their way of bonding in a twisted way.

Isshin couldn't help but smile at his words.

"This amuses you, Isshin?" asked Ryuuken, raising his eye brows.

"You always said you hated me, Ryuuken. And yet, you always fought beside me," said Isshin. "Even though I used to be a Shinigami."

Ryuuken hated it when Isshin started to get nostalgic and tried to get him to admit he regarded Isshin as a 'friend', if you could call it that.

"Tch. You know I hate this talk, it bores me. We will always have different lives Isshin, we're two opposites, but in a world of hate and death there aren't many people who fight for their families and loved ones on a level that you do and that is why I fight beside you. I did it so that Uryuu won't have a world of death to live in because I want him and my wife to be happy," explained Ryuuken.

His answer surprised Isshin, after all, Ryuuken had always been cold and dettached, especially toward him. He despised his own powers and despised Isshin. Today a Vasto Lord had attacked and Ryuuken was out numbered.

Isshin you sly dog, you always intervene because you want to be the one to defeat them, thought Ryuuken.

"I'll miss that outragous white suit of yours, Ryuuken," laughed Isshin, as he turned and began to walk away from the house.

Ryuuken narrowed his eyes at the last comment, but he knew he was just trying to get a bite out of the cold, calculating man.

"And I'll miss your idiotic comments and stupid behaviour...actually, no I won't," said Ryuuken with a smirk and watched the ex-Shinigami walk away with a wave.

His cold black orbs flickered for a moment with respect for the man who walked down his path and into the distance. I hope to never see you again, Isshin.

Ryuuken looked away at this thought. He hated the man, yes, he hated that man! Their parenting was so different, their fighting styles were different and their children were different but to think that two people so different could be allies, it was madness!

"We will attack-"

"Father no! Kurosaki-"

"Kurosaki? That is why you over estimate yourself, Uryuu, because you are weak; weak with no talent. To rely on someone like Kurosaki is to admit to everyone that you need his help to get things done," said his father coldly. "You're dismissed."

Uryuu Ishida clenched his fists together, trying to hold back his anger, and left the room promptly.

"It's me," said Ryuuken, watching his son leave quickly out the door to his office, a phone reciever in his ear.

"So what did you say?" asked the voice on the other line.

"It doesn't concern you, all you need to know is that I pushed him out the door. I don't know why you need Uryuu for this..."

"Because Ichigo is stubborn," said the voice with a sigh.

"Isshin. He said something about your son, it reminded me of us a long time ago," said Ryuuken as if curious to hear his old rival's answer.

Isshin chuckled on the other side of the reciever. "Because they are us, Ryuuken. I try to keep Ichigo close, you push Uryuu away. You have taught him to be dilligent and push him to be better, I tell Ichigo I don't care what his grades are. Do you see a pattern?"

This comment caused Ryuuken to shake his head in disappointment.

"Yes. Shinigami and Quincy will never agree. It is fate. And as you agreed, this will be the last favour," said Ryuuken.

"Of course. But if it comes to it, will you help him?"

Ryuuken thought for a moment with a frowed brow.

"No. If he makes the wrong choices, the only way to learn is to deal with it yourself."

"As long as you can live with that, Ryuuken."

The elder Quincy narrowed his eyes and slammed the phone down.

Of course I can live with it, thought Ryuuken, looking out the office window at the overcast day. Its going to rain.

It's raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring, hummed Orihime. She used to love the rain, she used to love dancing and splashing in the puddles. But now it was a dull memory and it was almost as if it were another life where it was so carefree, and she always had a protector, whether it be her brother Sora, Tatsuki-chan or even Kurosaki-kun.

Her feet dangled from high above. She was waiting for Rukia as she sat on top of a roof and looked up at the sky as the rain poured down. The rain always looked so different as you looked up at it, as if it weren't real or like it was going in slow motion.

Orihime Inoue squinted her eyes to discern out of all the people rushing home right now, which one of them was Rukia Kuchiki. It was very dark now as the clouds covered the setting sun and she was wet, but this didn't stop her. She was leaving tomorrow and this was the last chance she had to speak with her. She had of course thought to speak to Tatsuki, but, she couldn't put her best friend through any more pain and Rukia would understand. The trick was though with Rukia, there would always be a chance that Ichigo would be accompanying her, which is why she was waiting on the roof.

Her face was wet, with some of her hair stuck to her face from the moisture of the rain. She smiled as she thought about her job - she didn't know any other actor that would do the things she did, i.e. get wet in the rain or talk to old friends, but then again, she was very different to them.

Orihime's grey orbs widened as she spotted her friend, and she was alone. Orihime smiled and saw that Rukia had spotted her as well.

The orange haired woman smiled softly and waved as Rukia shunpo'd to the very spot she was sitting and placed herself next to the kind actor, letting her smaller legs dangle as well.

"You're getting wet Inoue," said Rukia, looking out at the clouds which now covered the sky entirely.

One of her hands held herself up as she leaned backwards and the other was by her side, with her phone in it, as she texted unnoticeably.

Orihime nodded and looked to her friend. "Kuchiki-san-"

"Orihime," said Rukia, her violet orbs looking directly into Orihime's grey ones, causing the healer to gasp slightly from her tone and also from the fact she had called her by her first name.

"Rukia," spoke Inoue softly, placing a hand on Rukia's upper arm delicately. "I need you to do something for me."

Rukia narrowed her eyes suspiciously. It was almost as if Orihime was trying to say good bye and she would have nothing of it.

Damn it Ichigo, pick up!

"Please, Kuchiki-san, I don't have long. I want to thank you for helping me when I was down and training me and for keeping me company sometimes when I was lonely in Sakura Town. But most of all, thank you for protecting me and for helping Kurosaki-kun," said Inoue with a smile. "You've taught me a lot about being strong and guiding me about things I wasn't sure about-"

"Inoue, don't do this. Don't say this is good bye-"

"But it is, Kuchiki-san. Rukia...I'm in love with Kurosaki-kun," said Inoue.

Rukia looked into Orihime's eyes and found no lies, no jokes. She found a new Orihime Inoue, one that would give up their life for the one she loved, and those she cared about. The short black haired shinigami wanted to yell at the kind girl for being stupid and not asking for help, but she could see in her eyes that she knew the depth of danger that Hitori Matsuma would bring. Is that why she held no faith or trust in anyone else, even Ichigo?

Finally...

"Oh Inoue, I've always known that. Have you told Ichigo your feelings?" asked Rukia, a smile on her face out of sympathy.

Orihime shook her head. "No, Rukia, I haven't. He wouldn't understand. Hitori did mention it to him, but I hope he has forgotten. I can't see him anymore, in fact, I can't see anyone. I feel so sad and guilty for the way I have been speaking to Kurosaki-kun, but I just hope he will understand some day. Some day when he has a family and his own doctor clinic," laughed Orihime, though, her eyes didn't show happiness.

The rain began to get heavier, however the two women sitting atop the roof didn't seem to care. It was so wet that Rukia couldn't tell that Orihime had been crying this whole time.

"Inoue, you don't really think we will let you go do you?" asked Rukia, whom had began to shake slightly; not from the cold but from anger. "And I'm sorry, but, you are not alone. We can help you..."

However, Orihime shook her head profusely and got up, walking toward the next roof. Rukia shunpo'd in front of Inoue and held her shoulders tightly with each hand, her face close to Orihime's for more effect.

"Yes. You think we don't know who Hitori Matsuma is? He used to be a Shinigami, Orihime. We know his powers, and weaknesses-"

"No Kuchiki-san. You don't understand. He could have killed Kurosaki-kun yesterday, he was so close! He always knows what I'm thinking and is always watching and the only thing I can do to protect you all, is to do what he asks of me. I've done everything he has told me to do. I left Karakura Town, I became an actress, I stopped all contact to people who could possibly go up against Hitori and now, I'm leaving for America for a movie which will probably be for a year or more. Rukia-san, don't you get it? He will hurt all of you if I don't do this," exclaimed Orihime, and then her face fell to the ground. "And I can't lose any of you, especially Kurosaki-kun. I just can't."

Orihime began to sob and fell to her knees and all Rukia could do was pity the girl for the situation she was in. The black haired shinigami shook her head once, kneeled to the ground and pulled Orihime into her arms and stroked her head to comfort her.

"Inoue, he can't hurt us," spoke Rukia softly into Orihime's ear. "We're stronger than him because we have something that he doesn't."

Orihime's breath hitched at this statement. What could it possibly be that makes us stronger, Kuchiki-san, thought the kind healer, and lifted her head to meet her grey orbs with Rukia's violet ones.

"We have love and the will to protect those we care about fiercely. Ichigo will find a way to defeat him, he always does," exclaimed Rukia with a determined smile.

The orange haired woman wanted to believe her friends words, but, she just couldn't. She couldn't remember why but all Orihime Inoue knew was that if she trusted her friend's words, they would only die.

You can't trust her.

Orihime looked away for a moment, picking herself up from Rukia's grasp and turned back toward her. Rukia watched as Orihime's orbs flashed yellow for a moment, or was it her imagination?

If you trust her, bad things will happen. If you trust her, you will die.

"No one can save me Rukia-san...I'm going to...d-die, aren't I?" asked Orihime softly, with a quiver in her voice.

Rukia's violet orbs widened at her words with disbelief and shock at Orihime's sudden gloomy change. The black haired shinigami shook her head profusely as she tried to move toward Orihime once more, but this time she would have nothing of it.

The only person you can trust and believe is yourself, and you believe that no one can help you. You are helpless and alone and if you think anything otherwise, you will cause those you love the most to die.

"No Rukia-san!" exclaimed Orhime, trying to sound angry and tough, however her eyes gave her away. "I-this is not about Ichigo or anything else. This is about me and I want to go to America. Alone."

Rukia's violet orbs widened in disbelief and shock. This isn't you Inoue...I know this isn't you, thought Rukia pitifully. But she knew what she had to do.

"I'm sorry, Inoue," said Rukia solemnly, picking herself up from where she had sat before.

The black haired shinigami took a few steps toward her friend and Orihime took a few steps back.

"Don't be, Rukia-san. There is nothing you can say to me that will change my mind," said Orihime, shaking her head in a determined manner.

"I know, but I didn't apologise for your situation," said Rukia then quickly shunpoing behind Orihime.

The young actress' grey orbs widened for a moment before her eyelids began to droop closed after Rukia stabbed something into her arm. The only thing she saw as she was lifted up suddenly were chocolate orbs and orange hair and the familiar scent of someone close to her.

"This is for your own good, Inoue."

Kurosaki-kun, you don't know what you've done...

A/N: That's it for now. Sorry for the long wait, and I have sort of left things open for now, oh well. See you next time (well, sort of),

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