Hey guys!
I am so happy you all liked the last chapter, and I do hope you liked his shikai form. But, anyway, the polls are in, and the winners to the harem are! *drum roll*
Yoruichi
Halibel
Fem-Kurama
Samui
Nel
Anko!
Yep, these were the choices that made it, those that will be with Rangiku and Soi-fon, I hope to incorporate them to the harem and hopefully bring a smile to your face. I was planning to only have the five there but decided to have Anko 'cause she and Naruto went through similar circumstances, he having a demon in his belly and her being raised by a metaphysical demon.
Also a fem-Kurama, so, yee yee!
Anyway, Gato gets his this chapter, and I get to flex my foreshadowing skills. It might be obvious but, oh well.
Okay, so lets get this thing a-rolling!
I! Own! Nothing!
The End of Tyranny
Gato was running.
His breath caught in his throat, hitched and shallow, while his little legs tried so desperately to carry him as fast as they could, strained beneath the suit and pants, sweat pouring down his chubby face.
The man had bare witness to the blond lads power, he had seen Zabuza cut down and thrown like some soft rag doll, he saw the boy die and come back. His fear was only elicited more when, before the boy went after the fallen Zabuza, spotted him. It was not the act of spotting him that Gato had feared-now he knew that feeling grow as some great terror!-but no, it was what he had done when Gato was spotted. So sickening and revolting was the act, the very movement all but leaving him frozen! It was an act that even angels would weep upon!
He grinned, lips parted from ear to ear, a wide grimace of what should have been teeth, yet not to be.
He remembered those pearly whites, flashing beneath the fold of his eyes, inside his mind still haunting and reaping for his very soul! Sharp and poised as if already there to tear him asunder! Sharper than even a razor's own edge, sinking deep, as if he were to devour him whole.
His head turned back, to see if he had been followed. No looming figure of madness presented itself, no far and dark insanity preying on him, scouring for him. His head spun back around, intent to continue his run, to get as far away as possible, to escape the jagged fangs of death.
When he fully did turn, he slammed his feet deep into the earth, scrunching his dress shoes and grinding himself to a stop. His heart pounded, beating like flexing fingers snapping out to grapple, clenching like it was the last thing his heart would do. His eyes nearly fell into blank slates of terror, wide and uncommonly filled with such fear, two wounds filled with nothing but gaping fright. His body trembled, his fingers and hands were the limbs of a tree in the weltering gale of a never ending storm.
The boy grinned beneath his tinted, round, goggles, those prominent canine's, they bore deep into Gato's shaken soul.
It was absolute terror.
It was madness.
Insanity taken form!
He saw the blade rise like a forlorn godly hand!
It swung on its hinge!
And!
And!
AND!
"Suffer in hell, forever."
As the blade swept from its great, powerful, arc of death, slicing through his thick fat neck, Gato had one single thought, the word coming out as an after thought as his life slipped through the cracks of his own earthly form, and it was thus:
. . .cold...
Gato's head rolled away, and a similar translucent figure raised itself from out of no where. It had a chain from its chest to that of the fallen Gato's. Naruto came up to it and swiftly cut its chain, from bare chest to where it had connection. He stood a few paces back, and let what would happen, happen, uncaring for the man even now.
A crack of green lightning began to gnaw at the air, growing in rapid success as its sound reverberated from the sky. All sinister light banged against the reality of the ninja world, demanding, forcing its own entrance into this living world. Sudden in its appearance, so to was its final wave, bursting from the sky in two scarlet gates, hate seeming to ethe from the fabrics of its existence, brilling out in a swath of hot molten air. On this grandourous door was two skeletons of gigantic origins, eye patches on opposite sides.
Their two giant boney hands opened the door.
The heat from before exploded out, seeming to suck in more to satisfy its hunger, insatiable as the ghostly form of Gato peered into the depths of eternal flame. And, just as he had, they shot out like vipers, the accursed mark of those who have committed great atrocities, the chains, of a sinner.
These very chains rattled out as they struck themselves into the condemned soul of the tyrant. He began to scream, loud and almost unbarring in its tone, as if he were not man, nevermore would he be, but he was now a beast put to slaughter, crying in the pain as he began his decent. His wails were washed away soon though, those thunderous chains, their rattle all consuming even as they slung him deeper into the licking folds of the furious flame! Forevermore tying him to the sinister world where all who enter must abandon hope!
And then, when he was dragged into the very core of that infernal fire, the shadow of eternal death, no more to be but devastation, the doors of Hell shut with a single thunderous-CRACK!, fading into nothingness, its being becoming no more, yet still looming and ever present, nevermore yet forevermore, to be but not to be.
The young lad, Naruto, left with no heavy heart, only the blood of a wicked man dripping from his saw cleaver.
Once the whiskered blond returned, the villagers had arrived with farming and fishing tools, soon driving out Gato's former men. This eased the folk, and joy-unending joy!-poured out of them, a dam bursting forth all that has been welled up inside for so long. To us, it was like the liberation of France, a great oppression ended by a swift blade cutting the head of the treacherous being who cared not for those he was owner of.
The people of wave went back into town and began planning some great celebration, one that team seven was invited to. When they heard the stories of how it all went down, they elected Naruto as a hero, giving him praise, singing out his name on high, swearing on their very land that they would spread word of his great deed.
He smiled and thanked them for that.
Yet, as they did all this, preparing for the celebration, they left behind team seven on the bridge. Kakashi, Sasuke, and Sakura all staring at Naruto with disbelief or a questioning glare-the latter spread to the Hatake more than anyone else.
"I-Is that, your body?" Sakura asked, fear inspiring behind her eyes when she saw his new visage.
He only nodded a bit grimly.
Kakashi came up to him and shook his head, hands in his pockets. "You know, if you tried to explain all this perfectly clear, I still wouldn't understand. So, instead, let's just bury your and the others bodies who died." The man's words were stern, as if he wanted no one to speak, so stricken by the entire ordeal. Maybe he just didn't want the headache, but Naruto couldn't tell if it were one way or the other. But, as of now, he had a job to do.
He told the scarecrow like man that he would like to personally bury Zabuza and Haku, Kakashi-caring little-waved him off to do so.
Naruto swept up the pieces of Zabuza's sword in his hand and took out a scroll from the dark of his blood red trench coat, sealing the pieces away. Then, the blond headed to the opposite side of the bridge, going towards where Zabuza an Haku had fallen. When he got there, he saw what he expected, the spectral form of both his former enemy and inspiration. The translucent beings turned to face him, surprised to actually see in the first place, but there remained that quirk of the brow, a small frown perched on their lips.
"Yo." Naruto greeted, feeling a slight smile come onto his own face.
Zabuza was about to speak when he was interrupted by Naruto. "Listen, I know you're confused, but I want to do one more thing for you. That's the least I could do." The whiskered blond told, his voice soothing. "I am going to transport you to a place called soul society. Its like heaven, or at least, its where you'd want to go. And, you can keep fighting, you can become a shini-"
"-Naruto, as long as I can stay with Haku, I don't care where we go. The only thing I want from you is to make sure my sword gets repaired, ya know? Its got a special sealing that when it get blood on it, it can repair itself. That thing got me through a lot, and I don't expect that I will be able to take it with me, so, please, look after my Kubkiribocho, would you kindly?" Zabuza's voice was not rough, or demanding, nor did he plead, it was calm, self-reassured, trusting that the boy would do by him the rightly thing to do.
Naruto smiled a bit bigger, nodding.
"Ya."
After tapping both their heads with the bottom of his saw cleavers pommel, transporting them to soul society together, Naruto raised his sword over and unto his back, the wraps on his pommel extending around the cleaver and 'round his back.
Naruto buried their bodies side by side, fashioning crosses as a makeshift head stone.
Then, he joined the rest of his team, making clones to make the process come along faster.
While this happened, in the Seireitei, Rangiku could be seen sitting in a chair, thinking on what had transpired the past few days. First, she learns that someone actually made it into the Seireitei, caused some havoc. She then heard that they had tried to fight Byakuya to save Rukia from her execution. They were spirited away by Yoruichi, potentially to achieve bankai.
Then, she witnessed some things herself.
Namely, the one that shook the lass to her core, was Ichimaru's betrayal, having fled with Aizen and some others before they could be stopped. It left a bad taste in her mouth. Gin was like her big brother, he inspired her to become a shinigami, he was the sole reason she was even alive.
But now, she sat, thinking, wondering if the decision she was going to make was the best. She wanted to end what others were calling a coming war. She admitted the idea, it was ridiculous, and even if the head captain decided to allow her to go through with it, she knew it would make life hard on Naruto. But, even with the release of Rukia from execution, and her reinstatement, Rangiku was sure that the old man would bellow at her, throwing every rule in the Seireitei at her. But...
"Maybe, maybe he can help us..."
"Who?"
The orange haired lass nearly leapt out of her skin, falling out of the chair she was in. She whipped about, already knowing who it was.
"Toshiro! You frightened me!" She screamed, a nervous smile etched to her cheeks.
He didn't answer, he remained stoic, unsure in what to say to her at first.
"Rangiku," he finally spoke, getting her attention, "you have been sitting here for some time, what is troubling you?" He asked, brows knit a slight, showing he was truly concerned.
The woman stood, feeling as though she were already on trial. He watched her as she bit her lip, a nervous tick. For a while, she said nothing, just standing there, saying nothing.
"I have to...I think that I know a way to help soul society in case Aizen returned, but I need to speak with the head captain." Her voice was serious, but she hesitated, her normally boisterous self slightly deflated.
He only nodded.
A day or two went by until they could finally speak with Yamamoto, but when they did, and she had a chance to explain her plan concerning Naruto, the old man's bellow of incredulous anger nearly shattered the roof.
Back with Naruto, he and the others had celebrated with the villagers of wave, parting with them a day after. As they left, Tazuna named the bridge after Zabuza and Haku, on Naruto's behest. He told the man that they were just mercenaries, having been brought in by Gato and his money, seeking only their own path, not truly a force bent on his or the villagers destruction.
Being old and seeing the world as he has, Tazuna agreed, understanding the young lad's request.
Team seven made their way back to konohagakure, Kakashi remaining silent and aloof, even as he read his icha icha. Sakura found herself skipping back, happy to be headed home. Sasuke actually had the smallest-itty bitty-smile on his face, content with the mission and the results, even though he had a distaste for the unpleasantness that had occurred.
Naruto however was checking out his new outfit.
I can't believe it, this thing is cool! My shikai is awesome, Hocho o Mimashita and Dojina Hito! I can't wait to show them to Rangiku! Hehehe! Naruto's thoughts were that of pride, so jovial to have his shikai. He could hardly believe his luck, he further couldn't believe that he could achieve bankai one day. How could anything else be as awesome as what he had now? Ludicrous, insane, there was no way.
Hell, the outfit that came with it may as well be apart of his shikai, he felt as though it made him stronger, faster, yet it held a sense of protection for him, as if it would-at the very least-slow down a sword from cutting him down. His eyes were sharper, better, so too were the rest of his senses, in tune with his body and the world around him. Not to mention, the surprise beneath his lips. It scared the living hell into Gato! Such sharp teeth!
He felt himself grin, having dealt the man his punishment.
The day went by as they slowly made their way towards konoha, coming to the gates and entering with pride, having finished their first real mission. Kakashi, before he left, told them to take a few days of leave, take time to relax, and meet him once more in the training ground they took the bell test in. With a piece sign as his parting leave, he shunshined away, of to where-ever it is he goes.
Sasuke was about to head towards his own home in the former Uchiha district when Naruto grabbed him by the shoulder. The dark haired boy turned towards his team-mate, almost having to look up at the red cloaked lad, and raised a questioning brow. Naruto leaned down a slight, whispering into Sasuke's ear.
"You should really hang out with Sakura for today."
He leaned back, patting him on the shoulder, a slight smile on his face just before he suddenly flash-stepped away, leaving Sasuke with the pinkette. The avenger's gaze fell back on the lass and he suddenly became nervous. Why was she blushing, why was she trying to avoid eye contact, what, why!
He breathed in, then out.
"Hey, Sakura, wanna go get something to eat?"
Naruto was just at his door to his apartment when he felt a shift in the air, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted in that moment. He only shrugged, figuring it was nothing, only assuming that he did not care. His white gloved hand reached out to the door handle, turning it, pushing the door wide open.
Now, imagine his surprise when...
"Rangiku!" He yelled upon seeing her sitting there on his couch, civilian clothes on and bags upon bags in the corner of the room. Her gaze shifted up to his, a bit surprised herself, not recognizing him at first until he removed his scarlet fedora and tinted goggles. She jumped up and rushed him, slamming into his frame, nearly sending him out the door.
"Naruto!" She screamed, a smile on her face.
The curvy woman found herself looking back up, noticing that he was almost eye to eye. He suddenly hugged her back, lifting her from her spot. With one hand wrapped around her, he shut the door, next he began to spin her, a grin on his face. When Matsumoto became to dizzy, he set her down.
"Why are you here?" He asked, his tone more ecstatic than his words themselves. She took a moment to answer him, but when she did, Naruto hardly believed his own ears.
"I am not a soul reaper anymore"
His mouth hung agape.
"Now don't get me wrong, I did not quite, I am still a shinigami-technically. The thing is that I have been given clearance to teach you and make you stronger." She grinned and held up and arm, as if to show off that she was muscular. Rangiku was not, but she was still very strong.
"But why?" Naruto asked a moment later, knowing that she wouldn't just drop everything like that to teach him.
Her face grew dull, she lowered her arm.
Rangiku told him everything. Explained the events that happened when she returned to the Seireitei a few days before. She went on, telling him of the deal she made with the head captain, that she could teach him and make him strong, so long as he helps in defeating Aizen-or at least protect soul society-when an attack began. The other condition was that-
"-If in a few weeks, you can give one of the captains of the Gotei 13 a challenge, then I may remain here as long as I want. It is so that he can make sure you are truly helpful in the war that will ensue."
It took a moment for her words to sink in, and when they did, he merely asked her one more question.
". . .what happens if I cannot fight the captain?"
Rangiku's face faltered, her brows knit with a slight sorrow. Her lips, her beautiful lips, they did curve down in a fearful frown. Her hands held one another, as if it would comfort her. When she finally did speak, it was a heavy tone, low and almost tearful.
"They will have us both executed."
His eyes widened a slight, brows raised, mouth hung agape. For a moment, he thought about leaving to tell Jiji, but he still stood there, on wooden legs. Rangiku honesty thought he was going to shout at her. She thought he was going to kick her out and tell her never to come back.
But he did not, he did the one thing she did not expect of him.
"Hahahahahaha! Really? Is that all? I'll take that challenge!" He laughed, his voice and face lighting up with a jovial sense. At first, her serious side wanted to smack him and remind him of the depth the consequences held, she really did, but. . .
"My god! It is funny!" She bellowed, laughing along.
It really wasn't, the prospect of death was not a fine idea to her, she however didn't much care. This boy-was he even that?-was growing about as fast as the Kurosaki kid, and he defeated the battle crazed Kenpachi! So, if anyone could stand up to Aizen and his forces, it was this new generation, with their wills, with all that they are, that burning flame that was that will in their chests.
Suddenly, she was scooped up, and on the couch. For a moment, she stopped her laughing, thinking he was going to start something. He quickly threw off his crimson trench coat and vest-something clanking beneath them-thus leaving him in a nice undershirt. Rangiku's thoughts wandered as he kicked his heavy boots off, knocking them to a corner. Heck, even his white gloves came off!
With one hand on the couch he leaned down to her.
"I'll make some lunch."
He then proceeded to vault over the furniture, almost flying into the kitchen with the force.
Rangiku was still on the couch, her breath as warm as her cheeks. Hadn't it been moments ago he did that? It felt like it was a memory already. Her form quivered at the prospect. Did he do that on purpose or, or did he sincerely want to make lunch before they trained?
By the clattering in the kitchen, she was right.
Now, despite common belief or what most would think of Rangiku, she did not just 'jump someones bones' when she felt like it, nor had she done so much if at all-finding the memory of if she had ever done so got lost when you live for so long. Not only that, but she wasn't also the person to get so exited so easily, usually she was the one who did the exciting! Yet...here she sat, cheeks flushed, feeling like she had been worked up.
She was suddenly aware of her name being called.
"Huh...?" Rangiku's voice was numb.
"I said, do you want ramen or dango?" He asked gently once more.
The orange haired lass sat up straighter, preferring the ramen at the moment. He nodded his thanks and the clattering continued. Eventually, she shook herself from the euphoria, clearing her throat some before deciding to get up from the couch. She walked over towards the kitchen and saw him cooking away. A part of her wanted to escalate what he could have done, but decided-based on the growl from her stomach-to instead ask if there were anything she could do.
"Hm, naw, I got this, when you live alone for almost over twelve odd years, you learn to cook or eat out all the time. I don't get too much money to do the latter."
Rangiku shrugged and decided to just take a nap on the couch.
After some time, lunch was done, and she was awakened. They ate quite a bit of ramen, so much so she decided that today they wouldn't train after all. She said that if they even tapped each other near the gut they'd burst. He laughed at that.
Soon after, Naruto lay down on the couch, and she joined him, laying in front of him. the whiskered lad did not object, he merely sunk in deeper as his arms snaked around her. Her dainty hands clutched his as they both began to feel sleep envelope them.
Deep into the depths of the seal on Naruto's belly, behind large and encumbering bars, lay the Kyuubi.
Into the darkness its massive body lie, its magnificent scarlet fur draped around its powerful form, all nine of its tails spread out like tuffs of clouds, yet each strong enough to flatten a mountain. It felt a strange presence, just before the cage, but did not open its eyes.
"So, we finally meet, don't we Kyuubi?" Naruto asked, standing in the ankle deep waters of the seal.
Man. Was the only response, as if it were a casual meeting, despite the deep base of its tone.
He took a moment to speak, deciding on his words.
"Don't you. . .get lonely here?"
The Kyuubi took pause, then said, No, now go away.
With a sigh, Naruto sat in the water. The Kyuubi opened its huge eyes, a glare to its gaze. It looked down on the whiskered blond, steam beginning to pour out as its anger increased. Its lips curled back, a snarl in the back of its throat.
Why are you still here? Its deep voice was like rolling thunder, rising out from some distance.
"I am not leaving." Naruto was adamant to remain despite the beast as the nine tails began to rise from the depths of the darkness.
Go away! I want nothing to do with you! The Kyuubi roared, slamming into the pillars of steel that were the seal.
Naruto did not flinch, he remained as he was, seated in the water without fear.
I hate humanity! So why would I want its company!? I have lived for so long, and throughout that time humans have done little to change my opinion! Go! Away! NOW! The Kyuubi bellowed out in rage, slamming again and again into the bars with more force than the last blow before.
But Naruto, he did not move an inch.
The nine tails stopped, breath coming out in great gouts of steam, its own rage heating the normally cool room. It sat, on its haunches, and decided to at least hear the human speak, no use in trying to break what could not be broken. But that didn't mean the Kyuubi would agree with anything the human spoke of.
Clearing his throat, Naruto began to speak.
"I know you aren't happy being in there, I know you would rather crush my skull-and the village-if you got out. But, I also know how it is to be alone. I know what it means for everyone to hate you, and for you to hate them. Kyuubi, I don't know why you went on a rampage, and I don't want to, and I know my words won't change you, but, I forgive you, because I know more than anyone what being alone means." He paused, as if considering his words carefully. "I want to give you a chance to live again, outside me."
The Kyuubi's brows fell, no longer glaring at the young lad, but now having its curiosity peaked by the meaning of his words.
"What would you say, if I can get you a body to live in. It will be human, but you can be free."
The nine tails' gaze softened, thinking on his words for some time.
Being in human form wasn't the worst-it could be a slug.
What do you get out of this?
"Nothing. Just a sympathizer."
How do I know you just don't want my power?
"I have enough already, you can keep your Chakra."
...hm...
The Kyuubi looked into Naruto's face for deceit where it could find none. It tried to reason against this, the thought of agreeing with a human once more, but his face held no lies, and his words all in the giant beasts favor, the Kyuubi found itself coming to a conclusion.
Freedom, huh?
Then, it forced light to flood the inside of its cage, illuminating its grandourous form. Naruto smiled softly, seeing that the Kyuubi was agreeing with-wait wait wait, what is it doing? Why is the Kyuubi shrinking?
"What are you doing?!" Naruto shouted, incredulous.
If I am to be in human form on the outside, then I have to get used to it. The Kyuubi told, as if its continuous shrinking was normal, as if it were an everyday occurrence. When it began to come to that of a human's size, the nine tails was swiftly enveloped in a swath of steam, circling once for that moment, leaving the blond to what it was doing whilst hidden. The clouds of white dissipated moments later, leaving behind something Naruto did not expect.
"You're a girl?"
"Woman." Was the beings pensive response.
Naruto gawked for some time, taking in her looks. Her. Her looks. Her her her her her, not a he but her.
Her.
The great monster that could kill mankind with such ease, was now a human woman-though, to be fair, she still held onto her large crimson fox ears, scarlet slitted eyes, and nine tails-even the red hair on her head was human, just a little long. Kyuubi herself wore simple green shorts and black tank top, not stylish but, then again, being a giant fox without clothes probably left you numb to the want of flashy things. This being was human, beautiful in all sense of the word, yet could still kill with the flick of her now slim wrists.
"What?"
"...I did not expect that you would be a girl."
"First of all-woman-second of all-what gender did you expect, male." The last bit held distaste at the prospect of being that.
Naruto found a grin creep its way to his whiskered cheeks.
"More like an 'it'."
There was a pause.
"-I will devour your bones."
Finally, Naruto had to laugh at the Kyuubi! It was far too funny! Having such a powerful being, who could still honestly crush him, was actually a woman with a bit of a bad attitude-which he understood why. But, in the end, he laughed because she could make him, even if she didn't realize it. The Kitsune began shaking her head, sighing in her dominotive aggravation.
"Human's."
"Foxy ladies." He grinned.
"..."
"Just naming it as I see it." Naruto chuckled, a sly grin on his face. Soon after, he stood, cracking his neck, popping and stretching his joints, letting out satisfied grunts when the pops did come. His gaze went to Kyuubi with a warm smile on his face.
"What?" Again, that pensive-aggravated-voice.
"Just, you are aware that if you walk around like that when your out, you're gonna have to beat off men with sticks." He told. Her nose scrunched up in response.
"How long until I can anyway?" Kyuubi asked, still looking as though she wanted to slug him.
Naruto saw that expression, knowing she probably wanted to, but he also knew that he had her by a rope. Or, as they say, he was the one with leverage, so he teased her some. "How about I just leave and not tell you when I will have it done." His grin split his face then as her lips came down to a frown. "How about you just tell me now." Her voice was a bit demanding, if not down right-
"-Salty. All these flavors you could be, and yet, you chose to be salty." The whiskered blond's grin came full force then, actually giving her a small fright. He stopped grinning and asked why she flinched, coming closer to the large bars.
"...Even in my human form, I don't have fangs as big as that." Fear was wiped from her voice then, if only sounding unsettled.
Naruto shrugged.
"Comes with the shikai, neat, huh?"
Turning around, he began to fade, ready to awaken from the seal.
"Wait, you're just leaving?"
His head turned, a brow cocked.
"Eh, mm, nevermind, just go." She told, her voice escalating to a growl as her brows knit in slight anger, nose turned away from him
His eyes lifted a slight, but he just turned back around as his body began to disappear from her view. Just before he was completely gone, he threw up a slack piece sign. When all of him was not in sight, Kyuubi let out a sigh of relief, a stark flush on her face. Her crimson slitted orbs glared down at her slender open hand. Fingers tightened to a balled fist, white knuckles against her usually soft skin.
"Naruto-kun, so suddenly, you've grown into a young man."
And finally, a smile broke the ranks and onto her pretty face.
A/N
Whoa! What's this, is Kyuubi a Tsudenere? Meh...a bit. With Naruto's sudden growth and mental thinking changed a bit, I think a female Kurama would find itself liking the more confident young whiskered lad. By the way, I think I will keep Kyuubi when referring to the nine tails, it just sounds more womanly than Kurama, Kurama sounds like he is in the anime and manga, an old yet powerful male. But Kyuubi sounds more-should I say gentle?-woman's name, though do not misdiagnose her as a weak being, she is still as strong as the Kurama in the real thing, just a bit of a mental change-and gender-to make the story fit.
Okay, so, did ya like it? Did this bring a smile to your face? I really want to know if I make you guys laugh at certain points, comedy is a peculiar subject and what makes one laugh makes the other cringe or raise a brow. Well, either way, I hope this made you guys smile regardless, and also, I have news.
Good news!
Great news!
Grand news!
Fan F***ing Tastic News!
it's sexy news.
Instead of having one, huge, lemon at the end, I have decided to instead sprinkle it out through all this. Not all the time-because it would eventually get boring-but when it can be done, when it will be perfect timing, when-next chapter-I feel like it!
Heh heh, have a good day guys, R and W
:^)