Chapter 10
Morgif moaned in pleasure to let the little group know that he was absolutely thrilled to be out from under the bed and away from the dust bunnies from Hell. The double black tried to shush him when he gave a particularly long, happy moan—attracting the attention of an elderly lady who immediately gave them the hairy eyeball. Yuuri laughed nervously at being ogled suspiciously like that.
Yuuri, Conrad, and Murata turned the corner. The street was on their left and the shops on the right. They'd been walking around the city in the hopes of catching sight of blond or orange hair among the crowds.
A man in an old dung cart rambled by. Yuuri held his nose.
"I don't see them," Murata said, turning his head to watch a set of adorable twins, looking about his own age, with light purple hair, honey-colored eyes, and matching pink dresses with a scooped neck design cut oh-so-low. Standing in front of the city's elaborately painted sign which said "Welcome to Little Kaimen," they winked at him, in unison, and he briefly thought of following them in the opposite direction. Maybe, he could carry their packages. The twin on the right had some really great packages, the sage decided. The left twin wasn't so bad, either.
Yuuri, oblivious, nodded in agreement with the sage's last statement. "Still, this city isn't that big. I had hoped that we could catch up to them quickly." He dodged some school children making a mad dash for the cake shop.
"They had a head start on us, Shibuya," Murata returned, struggling to get his mind back on track. He liked the way Yuuri was actively looking for Wolfram with some determination in his eyes. Not being able to resist the urge, the sage turned to glance behind him. The twins had stopped again, too, and giggled behind their hands as they watched him. Something about their smiles said "follow us." Ah, male fantasy, he thought wryly, but I'd better get back to business.
"Still nothing," the sage heard Yuuri grumble under his breath. "Me, too," he chimed in and it wasn't a lie. A small part of Murata wanted to catch up with the blond, too. He intended to offer an apology for his role in the little Yuuri-Kumiko fiasco—if Wolfram didn't try to kill him first.
"Wait… There they are," Conrad said, motioning to the pair standing near the street corner.
This corner was the last street corner in the city. All of the buildings and dwellings were abruptly cut off from that point. There was the road before them, of course, and, beyond that, a somewhat drab, unimpressive intersecting dirt road that led away into the rolling hills.
Yozak and Wolfram were far enough away to where their voices couldn't be heard over the rumbling street traffic and the chatter from the ebb and flow of the citizens around them. But, even at this distance, it was clear that the two of them were having a serious discussion. Yozak's face was sincere and he made a hesitant gesture to touch Wolfram's forearm, seemingly, to comfort him. Once Yozak did touch Wolfram's arm, Yuuri half expected the blond to shove the spy away in a fit of bratty temper. But, to the double black's surprise, washed out green eyes simply looked down at his own arm as though the hand had suddenly materialized there and he'd never expected such a thing to exist. Yozak seemed to tighten his grip. He bowed at the waist to examine the pale face before him a little better.
Yuuri frowned at that. And, not surprisingly to Murata, Conrad did exactly the same. The sage's eyes cut sideways to watch his companions. Yuuri's reaction was clear. He was feeling a mixture of guilt and jealousy—though he'd probably not admit to feeling either emotion right now. Conrad, on the other hand had his long time companion and his baby brother, a newly non-engaged baby brother who just happened to be possessed by the entity of a free spirited girl…who adored men… Well, that put a different spin on things. Murata rubbed his hands together with satisfaction. If Yozak got a little lip lock action with Trouble right now, that would be interesting…very interesting. Though, deep down, he'd like to get Tra'va alone again so that he could spend an enjoyable time with his wife for another hour or two. It would be nice to arrange, he thought while scratching the side of his nose, but, it probably won't happen …still, one could always hope.
"You don't have to pretend with me," Yozak said. He leaned in to see Wolfram's wan face and caught the expression.
Wolfram nodded, closed his eyes when he did, and a thin tear slipped out of each eye. "Damn," he grumbled. He hated to appear weak—especially in front of Yozak, his brother's confidant. Wolfram rubbed them away with the back of his hand.
"It's okay," Yozak said, trying his best to use a soothing voice. But, he had to admit, on some level it felt odd having Wolfram open up to him. "I think you just need some time."
Wolfram hummed an agreement. "In time…I want to be like Gwendal," he said quietly, forcing his voice to be even. "In time, I want to be just like my brother…strong, logical, reasonable…"
"Alone," Yozak added in a disapproving tone.
"Just like that, yes," Wolfram whispered to himself. "Like him…I think I'll wait patiently for the years to slowly pass…calmly, quietly…uneventfully…if I'm lucky." The wind combed his hair.
Yozak frowned at him. "That's not living. That's existing."
"Same thing," Wolfram said with a shrug.
"No…it isn't." He squeezed Wolfram's forearm a little tighter. "Besides, didn't you tell me that people should look for that special person to spend their lives with?" He had him there. He fought the upwards curve that his lips wanted to make. But Wolfram saw the amused look in his eyes and returned a tired smile—the smile of a sleepy cat. "I tried. I failed." Then, he looked up at the orange haired man with a meaning behind his words. "But, in the end, I know that, at least, I made the effort. I won't spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been because I didn't try." Unlike you…
"Look, your engagement was…" Yozak didn't want to finish it. It would be a cruel thing to say right now. It would defeat the purpose of trying to cheer Wolfram up.
"A misunderstanding…that went too far?" The smile widened a little. "No, that's not entirely true. I went too far…and hoped for too much."
Sky blue eyes grew misty.
"Stop looking so sad. It was worth a try. He was worth it."
Yuuri watched as Yozak rubbed Wolfram's arm again without protest from the shorter blond young man. Then, to his surprise, Yozak scooped up Wolfram in his arms and hugged him. Wolfram simply stood there like a ragdoll—turning his face up in mild curiosity. His arms swung loosely at his sides.
"He'll let anyone hold him now," Yuuri complained under his breath as he walked forward with purpose. The double black was definitely going to catch up with Wolfram in the next minute.
Conrad was snapped out of his thoughts as Yuuri stepped in front of him. He followed with his hand brushing against his sword as he passed two tough looking men on the street who just stumbled out of a tavern. Murata stepped lively to keep up with Conrad.
With a quiet "thanks" from Wolfram, the embrace ended and the pair took a right at the corner and proceeded to walk again, side by side, when Wolfram came to a sudden halt. His body wouldn't move any longer because the spirit inside tugged at him. Understanding it, Wolfram gripped his chest with a blank look.
"I feel it! Two black auras with a kind of bubbly, red edge. That way." He pointed straight ahead. "Let's go."
"You can feel auras now?" Yozak said, a little confused.
"Tra'va lets me."
An orange eyebrow went up at that.
"Wolfram!" Yuuri called from afar. He tried to look cheerful. He waved.
Wolfram and Yozak turned around to see Yuuri, Conrad, and Murata jogging to catch up with them. It seemed strange to see them.
"I thought you were going to wait for us," Wolfram said to Yuuri as he approached.
"We changed our minds," the double black said swiftly, slowing down his jog to a brisk walk.
You're pretty good at that, aren't you, Yuuri? Wolfram thought tartly with his hand on his hip.
"The more the merrier, right?" Murata practically chirped—which told Wolfram that something was, indeed, up. He tilted his chin all the way and narrowed his faded green eyes at his brother, who seemed happy to see the expression. "Do you have anything to say?" the blond muttered to Conrad, who just stood there smiling.
"No."
"Humph. Thought so."
"Tra'va just caught the auras of two people. We think it's them," Yozak said, hoping to switch topics before things got awkward.
"I know it's them," Wolfram added with a snort and arms folded across his chest. Yuuri smiled at that. It was another piece of the typical "Wolfram" puzzle that he was used to. His world was starting to feel normal again.
"This way," Wolfram told the group. As he walked, he grumbled, "Though, I wish that I had my sword with me. You guys are armed and I'm not."
"Sorry, Wolfram," Conrad apologized as they went, "but we couldn't let Trouble have your sword. It's still back at the castle."
"I know," he said with a brief pause in his stride. He reached down into his boot and pulled out the dagger. "This and my fire wielding," he sighed while flipping the blade expertly in one hand, "are all that I've got to protect us with. Pathetic."
Yuuri smiled. His dark eyes widened. "Don't worry, Wolram," he said, "Let us protect you for a change." He patted Morgif who gave a half moan and incoherent mumblings regarding his prowess.
Milky-green eyes turned to him, making Yuuri squirm inside.
"You're the maou. Don't you get it?" Wolfram said the lines in the same tired way that American children recited The Pledge of Allegiance each morning.
"But that doesn't mean anything!" Yuuri protested in a medium tone, trying not to draw more attention or to get Morgif started up moaning all over again.
Wolfram tossed his head at that. Then, he started walking. Yuuri followed the blond with a frown.
"It means something to us and to your country. Or, don't our feelings matter to you?" Wolfram's voice was even, almost bored.
It was an obvious jab at Yuuri. Everyone felt it. And, typically, Yuuri ignored it. "But, if we work together…" Yuuri said in a hopeful tone.
The blond continued on his way, unaffected.
Yuuri felt his frustration building. "Aww…come on… Be a team player, Wolfram."
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Yuuri Heika…" he began and Yuuri squirmed a bit at the formality to which he quickly recovered and grumbled, "It's just 'Yuuri' to you."
Wolfram shrugged in a defeated way. "This is impossible. I swear, you'll be the death of me one day."
For the fraction of a second, Wolfram's eyes met with Murata's. Then, the blond turned away.
A glimpse. That's all it was, but Murata cringed inwardly. That face… It was the same hopeless look that Shinou had when he told him to take his soul all of those eons ago. Murata trudged with the pack, almost wooden in his steps now, unable to let go of the image of The Original King holding Rufus in his arms, dressed as a girl this time. But, as the royal tactician and strategist, he could only stand by and let the king have his dalliances. Privately, their relationship had always been complicated and passionate. He told himself that it was better that way. Murata Ken scratched his head as he walked. And he pondered, for the first time, if he'd gone along with Yuuri and Kumiko's relationship because he remembered Shinou's "not so secret" affair with cross-dresser and spy extraordinaire Lady Rufus. Murata knew that Wolfram was a direct descendent. Was some part of me trying to punish Shinou—or, rather, Wolfram—by encouraging Yuuri to be with Kumiko. He walked on, not taking in anything. I hope…not… Yuuri isn't me and Wolfram isn't Shinou. But, black and blond…powerful and empowered…history can repeat itself…and it ultimately ends in death. Or, at least…it did the last time.
"Do we keep walking this way?" Yozak asked, hoping to lead everyone forward before the suspects got away.
"Turn here," Wolfram said.
"But, this is just going to lead us to…" the double black's voice trailed away. They were behind the buildings now on the far side of town.
"Yes, the trail that we took together," Wolfram grumbled in Yuuri's direction, recognizing it. The path snaked away from the city and through a grove of pine trees. "On the surface, it looks like it was made by animals. But, now that I'm really looking at it…"
"Someone made this," Yozak said, scratching his chin in thought, "recently."
"I agree," Conrad said, studying it, too.
Wolfram motioned to the little grouping of trees ahead of them. "That's where Yuuri and I had our…" He turned to the double black just in time to see his face flush. "Discussion," the blond continued in an even tone. He closed his eyes slowly, opened them, and released a breath. He had no intention of throwing a tantrum over something that should be so trivial, so impossible. He said, "We can leave you three there until we finish scouting around. Come on, Yozak."
The pair walked towards the trees with Yuuri, Conrad, and Murata following. But, Yuuri decided he'd have none of it. "The three of us are going to stick with you guys," he said with arms folded. "This is going to be a group effort."
They followed the narrow trail, avoiding clumps of weeds and some dirt clods. "Better safe than sorry, though," Yozak said, turning his head back in Conrad's direction. He got a slight nod for that and it annoyed Yuuri. The two older men had been together for so long, and knew each other so well, that they didn't need words to communicate. Many of their "conversations" took place with simple looks and gestures. Some part of the double black wished that he had that type of relationship with someone.
"We're all in this together," the double black pressed. He avoided another particularly "grabby" clump of weeds.
I just wanna kick his ass so badly, Wolfram, Tra'va griped to the blond. He could feel her inside—awake and irritated, as usual. The image that he had of the fox girl was of her naked, sitting cross-legged, and long red hair wrapped around her body like a towel. The wings flapped hard a few times with annoyance. No matter what you want for him, he always picks something different. He doesn't even realize that your protection comes at a cost. And it's much easier to say "Yes, Heika," than to reign in your heart and say "No, Heika."
I know that I still have a heart, Tra'va, Wolfram thought back. Then a small smile came to him. But I also know that you're taking my side only because… you love me.
I'll always love you, Wolfram, she smiled back. But that doesn't mean that I'll always agree with you.
You're a tough fox to figure out.
Ain't I though?
Wolfram's sudden, faint smile didn't go unnoticed by Yozak. And it worried him. He locked eyes with Conrad, briefly, and seemed to communicate his concerns again. The look was echoed. Thanks to Murata filling them in on the whole story, and the price that Wolfram wanted for borrowing his body, even Conrad was now deeply concerned about the state of his brother—both physically and emotionally.
Wolfram paused at the clump of pine trees. He leaned his head to one side curiously. He wondered if Yuuri would do as he suggested. It would be for the best, Wolfram reasoned, it they followed his plan.
"I'm not going along with this," Yuuri said, determined to get his way. "I'm not just staying here, cooling my heels."
Yozak turned to Conrad. "It might be better to have the two of us scout around and come back for them." He motioned a thumb at the trio. Conrad was about to agree when Wolfram crossed his arms and sat down under the tree with a snotty look on his face. Conrad fought back a grin, seeing that.
"Fine," Wolfram said in a haughty voice. "Just wander around all over the place, waste daylight, and come back for us when you can spare the time." He leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes. Though, some part of him hoped there weren't any bugs crawling on the tree's bark. The thought alone made the nape of his neck itch.
"Von Bielefeld's reasoning is pretty sound, Shibuya," Murata pointed out. "It would be faster and more efficient if he showed us the way."
"Just argue amongst yourselves," Wolfram said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He forced his body to relax. He decided that he didn't care either way. No one was in charge. They were all seven shades of stupid. He sighed impatiently to himself, safe in the knowledge that they were all fools. And he was in their party. So, what did that make him?
"Heika?" Conrad began.
"It's Yuuri, remember?"
Assholes! Tra'va shrieked.
Wolfram wanted to snicker but bit his lip instead.
In the background, Yuuri and Conrad continued to talk in low tones.
"It's agreed, then. You'll join in the search," Yuuri grumbled as he finished his negotiations with his godfather and offered Wolfram a hand in getting up. "But we'll all go."
Wolfram blinked at the hand…and ignored it. He got himself up on his own and walked back to the trail.
Yuuri felt like a fool with his hand extended out like that. He could feel his face flush and his blood pressure rise. Murata whispered in his ear, "You're not the only one he's still mad at."
Wolfram stomped forward giving Conrad and Yozak a "Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna follow me?" glare. Within a few steps, he decided that they made the group decision to follow. Lucky him. He rolled his eyes again.
Wolfram continued along the trail. Then, he stopped. "Where'd they go?" he asked Trouble out loud. His eyes searched the wide, grassy field ahead of him. The trail snaked off to another patch of trees at the base of a large hill. "Okay…we go forward." Wolfram picked up the pace, walking at a fast clip and the others found themselves jogging behind.
The blond entered a patch of trees and the shade from the branches allowed spotty light to spill down on him. His eyes searched for the black auras. "They're definitely hiding something, but they're relaxed…like they belong here…or they've been here for awhile…" He sped up again. …And power…coming and going…" Without turning behind him, Wolfram said in the shadow of Tra'va's voice, "Can't you feel it, my husband? The power…? "
Suddenly hearing Trouble's voice shocked Murata, but he quickly recovered. He turned his head, left to right and scanned.
Wolfram's body walked forward, but with a feminine gait.
"Wait," Conrad commanded, coming up close with his hand on his sword.
When Wolfram actually did it, he blinked hard. Trouble actually obeyed me? At least, for a time, I think it was trouble.
"Wolfram," he said, bowing slightly to see his face better. Wolfram's look was blank. He was seeing everything and nothing.
"Wolfram?" Yuuri said, now approaching Wolfram from behind. "Are you okay?"
"They've gone in there," the blond said, pointing into the side of the hill.
"Into solid rock?" Murata said. He shook his head "no" at the prospect. "I don't think, from what you've told me, that they're earth spirits or something. So, there must be a cave entrance around here."
Still wearing a blank expression, Wolfram turned toward the hill and extended his arm out, palm down. "Don't use too much of your magic, Tra'va. Take my magic, if you can. In fact, I would prefer it." There was a brief pause that worried the group. "Don't argue," he grumbled to himself, "…just do it. I'm offering." There was a purple and black "splash" of magic around them—like a stone making ripples in water. It touched everything and moved on with the ethereal chime of a summer windbell.
Murata, feeling sensitive to the waves, held onto Yuuri's shoulder to steady himself as he felt the magic speed through them. Their black hair blew wildly.
Wolfram opened his eyes with a jerk and clutched his head as though he'd been hit with a baseball. "Damn, that hurts!"
"You okay, Wolfram?" Conrad said, coming closer and placing a hand on Wolfram's arm to steady him.
Wolfram, blinking back tears, allowed the touch—which both relieved and worried the double black. "I know how to get in now," he breathed from the splitting headache that he hoped would go away soon. He just couldn't waste any of his own healing magic to make it go away, and he was too proud to ask Yuuri for help. No, it was more than that. He still wanted to be left alone.
Ignoring everyone because his pounding head was screaming at him, Wolfram lumbered along the trail as it curved around a rather large, irregularly shaped tree and moved off at an angle. He could see the mouth of a cave and stopped abruptly before they got any closer.
"That's it," he muttered in a pained voice. "That's where they went." He put a hand to his still aching head. It felt like it was going to pound its way open.
The others caught up.
The sage's dark eyes were drawn to it. "That's not natural," Murata said, pushing his glasses up on his nose with a finger. "Look at how smooth the sides are. Even from here, it seems to be carved out from some basic design". Intrigued, he took a few steps closer without really meaning to. "No, not 'carved' so much as 'melted'."
"So, they made a hideout, huh?" Yuuri said.
"Do you think it's a cult of some sort? Or a group of assassins?" Yozak wondered, scratching his head.
Wolfram pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the headache. "Tra'va's reminding me that they're human. They seem threatened by magical beings…or anyone not like themselves… So, they could be a supremacist group."
The sage thought about it. Supremacists hiding out near a town of Makoku? He dug into his pockets while the others watched. "Or just a band of greedy, self-improtant thugs with these," Murata said, pulling the four red stones that they'd taken from the humans. "I remembered to bring these along."
"Well, now that we know where they are, let me do some surveillance. Let's just say it's one of my specialties," the orange haired spy said with a bit of pride.
Wolfram's head suddenly whipped in the direction they'd just come. "More of them," he said in a harsh whisper.
"What?" Yuuri said, onyx eyes wide. "How many?"
"Four," he practically hissed. This was a major inconvenience and would be problematic at best if caught. Wolram was feeling like warmed over crap. "They're armed with those stupid red rocks, too. I can feel the pulses."
"These things have a pulse?" Yuuri said while he leaned over Murata's shoulder and gave the stones an owlish look. He cocked his head to one side cutely. And Wolfram did his best to push that picture from his mind. "It's hard to describe," he growled impatiently. "It's kind of an 'energy' pulse."
Murata gave a serious nod to Wolfram. "I know what you mean. I can feel it, too."
There was rustling along the trail and some soft mumbling.
"Right now, it doesn't matter what it's like!" Yozak broke in. "Just everyone hide! Scatter!"
Wolfram, who was standing close to Yozak, found his hand being jerked and then his whole lithe form followed Yozak's lead. Conrad immediately guided Yuuri and Murata in a different direction—toward a clump of medium sized shrubs. The double black turned his head just in time to see a slightly disoriented Wolfram being pulled down behind a rather large tree. Then, Yozak hid behind another one next to it.
A blond head peeked out and then moved back. "More of those sickly green robes," he grumbled under his breath, now squinting through the last of his headache. Yozak turned to him, wide eyed, and placed a finger against his lips. He got a "Yeah, Yeah, I know" glare from Wolfram.
Four robed figures walked up the path. The spoke to each other quietly, the murmurs making a faint, rumbling sound. They were also armed with the red stones—one in each hand.
Conrad saw them, too. "Were they looking for us?" he thought out loud.
"Probably," Murata said as he finished pocketing the red stones that he had with him.
"Why?" Yuuri whispered.
"That remains to be seen," Murata answered.
They all ducked down again as the fourth hooded figure, a particularly dumpy and apple shaped figure, hung back a little. The hooded face seemed to search the scenery around him—looking for something. Then he shrugged and hesitantly followed his brethren with an ambling gait.
It was dark now. They'd been waiting for hours and Wolfram's feet were aching from standing in one place for so long. Tra'va offered to switch places with him, but he flatly refused. He was a soldier and he could take this little bit of discomfort.
A few feet to the left of Wolfram came the quiet words, "Conrad, I'm bored." Yuuri whined it under his breath—feeling like the wimp that his ex-fiancé always claimed that he was. For the fraction of a second, his onyx eyes searched the darkness for a flash of blond hair. He really wanted to know that Wolfram was okay even though he knew that Yozak was with him.
"Sorry about that, Heika. We could send you back, you know."
"That's Yuuri. Yu-uri… After all, you named me."
"Of course, Yuuri," Conrad whispered back.
Murata shrugged at it all. He'd heard these lines before, as had everyone else in the castle. Murata looked up at the starry sky and told himself that observing these hooded people may not be as useful as he thought. After all, not much information could be gathered from keeping watch on the outside of a cave with hooded figures traipsing hack and forth. Then again, it could be the boredom sinking in, he thought. Then something else started sinking in. "Sorry, but I've really gotta go. Be right back."
Conrad narrowed his eyebrows at that. He didn't like having the sage leave his side—even for a minute. It could be problematic if the sage got lost or, worse, bitten by a snake.
Reading his face, Murata said, "Either I leave now, or we're going to have a nice little puddle right here." Maybe, I've been hanging around Tra'va too much. Hee hee. "Seriously, I'll be fine. I'll just go a little ways off." And, with a quiet swish of some branches, he melted into the background.
Wolfram crossed his arms in frustration and Yozak gave him a quirked grin. "Get used to this. Most of my observations require time and patience."
"Of which I have very little," Wolfram grumbled. There was a soft chuckle to which green eyes narrowed.
Then, Wolfram's eyes shot open and he clutched the tree to steady himself.
"Are you okay?" Yozak said. When he didn't get an immediate response, the thought of making the jump to Wolfram's side suddenly came to him.
"No…" It was an angry, low whine. "How did they…?" Wolfram's eyes searched the darkness. "A black aura at night is hard to see. I should have focused on the red edge."
"What do you mean?" Yozak said back in a harsh whisper.
"Oh…," he growled under his breath in Tra'va's feral way, "I should have thought of that." His blond head turned left and right desperately. "Show me, Tra'va! I need to see this." His heart began to beat hard.
"What?" Yozak demanded. It was loud enough for Conrad's ears to pick up.
Yuuri pulled on Conrad's sleeve to get his attention. "I just heard Yozak." Conrad nodded in agreement. This was not good. His mind raced. What could he do, and how could he protect Yuuri as well as the sage? But he heard Yozak's voice saying "What?"
Did Yozak need him? It was safer to stay where he was with the two young men he swore to protect. No, what he really needed was an update, he finally decided. This could be a simple case of a whole lot of "nothing." "I'm going to speak with him. Wait for me here."
"I'm coming, too," Yuuri insisted. He didn't want to be left out. Wolfram was over there and he knew that it would take a lot for a spy, such as Yozak, to be raising his voice.
"What about Murata?" Conrad said quickly, and Yuuri's eyes widened with realization.
"Damn," Wolfram said to himself. "I should have thought of that."
"Thought of…what…?" Yozak said, frustrated. His hands twitched, wanting to ball up.
"There's more than one way to leave that cave. There was a second door or opening or something…" His wide eyes searched the darkness again. "They're heading this way…through the trees…" His body turned in fractions, tracking them. Tensed. "Closer…! They know we're here…!" Then, Wolfram's face set hard. "There's three of them heading for… Yuuri!"
Dashing openly through the brush and the branches, the blond rushed for the place where he knew Yuuri, Conrad, and Murata to be hiding. Yozak, brandishing his sword, was following quickly behind. There was simply no time to tell Wolfram to stand aside. And, even if he did, it wouldn't have worked.
Yozak ran hard, breathing harder, and prayed that they'd survive this. Only in the next few minutes would he know if they would live or die. But Wolfram didn't care either way. His only thoughts were of Yuuri—whether out of love or loyalty, Yozak didn't know.