A/N: Alright. The reason I haven't been updating this is because my computer died, and I was watching Yu Yu Hakusho while typing this. And because I'm lazy.

I don't know if this counts as Youko being OOC because you guys don't know the whole past story. But it's kinda different from regular Youko.

I think Sakyo's a straight up G.

Inevitable

Chapter Three

Present Day

"Aren't you going to knock first?" I asked Naomi. She was about to kick down Team Urameshi's door.

"Oh yeah." Naomi looked down at her full hands then looked up. "Um. Ruruna-chan? Can you knock?"

"Yes." I tapped the doorknocker three times; Kuwabara answered.

"Oh, hey! Whatcha got there, Naomi-san?"

"Uno cards. AND A KARAOKE MACHINE!" She had flown all the way back to the mainland to buy one. I thought Micherure's eyes would permanently stick to the back of her head if she kept rolling her eyes every single time Naomi yelled blissfully about Ningenkai's many wonders.

"Awesome! I'm sick of this five-card draw. I keep losing. C'mon in. We're all here."

"PARTY, PARTY!" Naomi squealed.

"Kami, will you please just curb the happy..." Micherure was still pissed off about Takashi's presence on Hanging Neck Island.

"Fun sucker!" Naomi stuck out her tongue as she set up the karaoke machine.

"Where's Yusuke?" I asked.

"Still out with the Masked Fighter," Botan answered.

"I brought food." Micherure set down a brown paper bag with chips and cookies inside.

"Great! I am so hungry!" Kuwabara paused. "Oh, Yukina-chan, my love, would you like some food?"

"Oh, yes please, Kazuma." The five-card draw game dissolved, and everyone began chatting while Naomi set up the next activity.

"Get rid of your plant infestation, Kurama-sama?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you for asking."

"Um, I don't think we've met. I'm Keiko." A brown-haired girl smiled at me, holding Yusuke's spirit beast.

"Ruruna. And my hyper friend is Naomi. My gloomy friend is Micherure." She nodded.

"Er, are you all demons too?"

"Yep. Came to watch the fight. I'm rooting for Yusuke's team."

"At least someone other than us wants them to win," said Shizuru. "But if he-" she pointed to her brother- "doesn't start winning more matches like the one against Risho, I'm afraid I'll disown him."

"Aw, Kuwabara'll be fine. Trust me."

"By the way, those are some pretty snazzy clothes you've got on."

"Oh?" I looked down at my rainbow star-spangled tank top and turquoise shorts. "Thanks. I like human clothes." I heard a snort from my right.

"You think that's funny?" I asked Kurama.

"No, I just- I'm not entirely sure you picked those out yourself this morning. I mean, you look like you borrowed them from her..." His eyes flashed towards the Butterfly. Naomi had on a yellow t-shirt with a giant pink smiley face with lime green pants and rainbow striped arm and leg warmers.

"Yeah, well, I think she read some magazine or something. I'm just scared of what will happen when she decides to go to school..."

"What school are you going to?"

"Ask her. I don't know. I'm going to put on the ugly uniform and go to school for one day and probably never go back again." I shrugged.

"Okay. MY NAME IS NAOMI-CHAN, AND THIS IS MY SONG!" The flamboyantly clad girl bellowed into the mike.

---

I yawned widely. For this match, I had decided to watch on the wall again. As much as the fights interested me, I couldn't help falling asleep. Naomi, the night before, had kept me up with "scary Ningenkai movies that we gotta watch before we go to Ningen school because we gotta be cool." Of course, Naomi didn't care about watching Team Urameshi and Team Uraotogi, so she was sleeping in with the other girls minus Micherure.

Yusuke still had not arrived; I had threatened Koenma to tell me why strange vibes riddled with his agony and energy were around. Koenma muttered something about Genkai's final test. And this topic was floating through my mind as Hiei fought Kuromomotaro.

I had heard bits from the grapevine about Urameshi Yusuke, specifically that his sensei was Genkai. Genkai used to be the greatest human fighter that I had ever fought. And if this was her final test for him, well that would mean Yusuke might be able to defeat Toguro. I, and of course everybody else, didn't want Yusuke and his teammates to die in the tournament.

And then I went on to wonder why I didn't want Team Urameshi's downfall like every other demon in the stadium. Well, defeat did mean death in the Dark Tournament. And Kurama cared about his teammates (that was evident), so why would Iwant any of Kurama's teammates to die? Wait, why would I share an affinity for anyone Kurama protected?

Great. The root of the problem, and the reason that I wouldn't leave Hanging Neck Island. Takashi thought I was here to watch matches; I wasn't. I wanted the real reason for why that Silver Bandit had left me so many years ago.

I sighed. Goal List: make sure my team doesn't die in this stupid tournament, figure out what the hell Takashi meant by his friends and my friends battling, kill Takashi, and have a nice long chat with that freaking King of Thieves. The real King of Thieves. Not this redhead.

Shouldn't be too hard.

Then again, I really am not very good at gauging how my life story should go. I screw that stuff up big time. See the file labeled 'Three Kings of the Makai.'

A shrimpy little man with a fishing rod with a helluva long fishing line decided to go up against Kurama. And I realized that I was so into my thoughts that I did not see Hiei win. And while I watched this little shrimpy man fight the Prince of Bandits, I smelled something strange in the air. Kurama wasn't fighting right, as if he were having a conversation. Of course, only someone like Hiei or me would pick it up, because we were in tune and sensitive to Kurama's feelings.

Mist. And then, I felt it.

"Youko's back," I sang quietly.

"Damn right," Hiei grunted.

"Wha?" And Hiei proceeded to tell Kuwabara about Youko. About the silver-haired fox who was standing somewhere in the middle of all that fog. I'd heard it all before.

I listened to the screams of Ura Urashima, begging not to be killed. I heard the calm, steely voice of Youko, asking for the secrets of the Idunn box. Urashima was explaining when a sword went through his throat. Shishiwakamaru had decided that information was too precious. And then the mist began to clear; I walked closer to the ring.

And then I saw him. For the first time in five hundred years, I saw him. My heart began to pound. My breath grew shallow. It was only a moment, though, and then his body dissolved back into Shuichi.

---

"Shh, shh." Naomi put her hand to Micherure's mouth, begging her to be quiet. I stepped into the room.

"Hey, Ruruna. What's up?" Naomi smiled widely while Micherure fought in vain to swat the Butterfly's hands away. Finally, Naomi let go, glowering at her. They stared at each other, Micherure faltered. Naomi won. I knew because of the comment Micherure made.

"Hey. You look nice today." My eyebrows raised.

"Thanks. Have any of you seen Kurama?"

"Nope."

"Nuh-uh." Naomi put her hands out the open window, grasping the air. "But he feels to be in that direction." She pointed to the south.

"Thanks." I frowned. "Genkai has passed away."

"Yes, we know." Micherure also looked out the window. "I thought they'd be together forever, Genkai and Toguro. Such a bastard."

"I have to go," I muttered. I left the room. They could talk about me all they wanted, what they were going to say to my mother, what they were going to do about Takashi, what they were going to do about Kurama. I didn't care.

I headed south, past the demon lodgings and past the walkways. I eventually found Kurama and Kuwabara, in a clearing, and it was dark. I didn't really think about who.

"Oh, hi!" Kuwabara spotted me first. I could tell from his demeanor… He didn't know about Genkai.

"Hey." I nodded to their hands. "Whatcha got there?"

"Some special sword hilt Suzuka gave me. Kurama got some fruit juice or whatever. They're supposed to be really cool and help us win the final battle."

"That's nice."

"Yeah. I suppose I'm gonna get some grub and then find Yusuke. You guys want anything?"

"No."

"No, thank you." Kurama was staring at the glass jar in his hand.

"Alright." Kuwabara danced off with the hilt. I waited a while, watching Kurama study and think.

"You know, he will kill you if you don't use it," I said finally.

"Yes." He unscrewed the jar. "Which is why I will test it." Kurama pulled off the cap, and a strange odor emitted, like overly ripe fruit on the verge of spoiling. Maybe even durian from the Makai. My nose scrunched. Kurama looked at the liquid, then took a tentative mouthful and swallowed. I knew it was disgusting, but he downplayed it.

"What do you do now?" I asked.

"I wait." He sat down on the ground, legs crossed, eyes closed. I took my place in front of him, arm's length away. He wasn't going to ask why or even ask me to leave. He knew why I was there. "The effects are unknown. I don't know how long it'll be."

"Doesn't scare me." Kurama had always never explained anything to me. Truly, he never had to, because we were always on the same page or near it. Minutes passed. "Feel anything yet?"

"No." More time went by. And then, something happened. His hair started to lighten.

"Kurama," I mumbled. His eyes opened, and I watched them dissolve into a cold amber. And he was back. In the flesh. So close, yet so far away. Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I looked away.

"How many minutes was that?" Youko Kurama asked. His voice was so smooth, so quiet. I was going to absolutely melt.

"Around fifteen," I replied. "You look well for someone that's been trapped in a human's body for a good decade and a half."

"Hm." I decided to peek at him. His eyes were closed again, which made it easier. He was trying to recalibrate the forces in his body. I took him in. Perfection. Still. Still at the height of perfection. And then, as my eyes traveled from his clavicle to his chin, I noticed.

"What's this?" Without thinking, I stretched my arm out and touched his neck. The mark. Oh, the mark. I didn't know what was elevating faster, my anger or my sadness.

"The mark," he replied. "Don't tell me you've never seen it on someone." I traced the piece of raised skin.

"Who?" I demanded. His eyes snapped open.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you stayed in my home a year, trying to rob me, and the only thing you made off with was my heart. You gave me no explanation. You owe me the right to know who this person is."

"I owe you nothing."

"Oh, really." I folded my arms. Anger, yes, the anger now prevailed.

"Because I gave you my heart in return." That cut me like a knife. Excuse me?

"Wh-what?"

"His name was Kuronue."

"The Bat Demon Thief?" He nodded.

"He was my partner in crime. And before you ask, I let him mark me because I remembered what happened with you. How I was… afraid," he stumbled over the word, "afraid, and how I wasn't going to let my fear dominate."

"How nice." I cleared my throat. "What happened to him?"

"He…" His eyes clouded, widened, and his ears flattened. "He… he sacrificed his life for mine. I owe him my life." I knew he wasn't going to divulge further about that bit.

"I'm sorry."

"What's done is done."

"I'm still sorry." I changed the subject. "What's it like in his body?" He shrugged. It was strange. I didn't think I was supposed to notice the differences in Shuichi and Youko. But I could.

"You know," he began, "I don't really mind. And we aren't so different, he and I. I'm not completely sure that I'm not him already, to be honest. We share the same memories, know each other's thoughts, think similarly. I'm afraid my soul has influenced him more than it should've." Was he remorseful for that?

"Mhm." I was searching his eyes. "I wish I could find another way to liberate you."

"No, you don't. Believe me. You want us both." Right.

"How long do you think this lasts?"

"Not very long." He took my hand.

"I guess it's not you, then, that wants to know what I am."

"It's intriguing, but no, most of the curiosity is coming from Shuichi. Though I can't say I'm not also interested." He sighed. "Your eyes betray you so."

"Are they blue?"

"Yes."

"Damn all emotions."

"Damn them all to Hell." He exhaled heavily. And we continued to stare at each other's eyes. He lifted my hand to his lips. And then he changed. His eyes darkened to emerald, and his hair shortened and reddened. I wrenched my hand away, standing up.

"It works," I mumbled.

"Ruruna-dono."

"You don't have to say anything." My feet were moving on their own, backing away.

"Ru-"

"Don't say anything." I turned, walking swiftly away.

"Ruruna!" I didn't turn back around. I don't know why.

-

I didn't know where I was going, or even what I was going to do when I got there. I'd never been so indecisive before. Did I want to curl up in a ball and cry? Or did I want to beat the crap out of someone? Did I want to go back and talk to someone? Or did I want to turn on some music and dance?

Although, I did know that I wasn't going toward someone. No one would understand. Micherure didn't believe in love. Naomi was too in love. I myself wasn't too sure about love. I ended up on the roof of the Kubikukuri Hotel, looking out at the island. And then I decided what I wanted to do. I started to think.

My eyes had always changed with my emotions. It was just something I was born with. My mother didn't know what it was, and she hated it so much that she made me wear brown contacts around her. It was probably because my normal eyes were green, just like my father's. But I always tried to keep them green, to keep my face devoid of emotion. Because I wanted my mother to suffer. And so that's what I tried to do then, on that rooftop. Sort out the feelings into boxes, to make a list of things. And then I was fine.

I like to live life in the fast lane, which contradicts my desire to have my eyes be green all the time. Fast lane meant emotions up and down, the thrill of the kill, the craving to always be the victor. The scenic route, on the other hand, involved keeping my mouth shut and feeling like a caged bird, sighing all the time and living in shades of blue.

You know, the landscape blurs when you move fast. The colors mix and the sounds harmonize and the smells mingle and the air tastes just right and the rush on your skin feels like heaven. And to me, that blur in itself is more beautiful than all the sights in the world.

--Almost Four Thousand Years Ago--

"Don't look at me like that, Himeko, with those big bug eyes." My mother looked at me with disgust. "You and Takashi will make a good match."

"So. Must I stay here until you die?" I looked out of the big, glass window, staring at the vista that I knew so well. "Until I die?"

"Be content. Takashi will love you. You will stay encased in a beautiful teenaged body for the rest of your life. Only thing to weep over is your blood in your veins, the demon energy radiating off you."

"Is that so bad, what I am? I think it makes life a bit more interesting."

"Our lives aren't meant to be interesting."

"Then our lives are pointless." I tapped on the glass if I tapped a little harder, maybe it'd break. I was already physically strong enough to break cups if I wasn't too careful.

"Our lives have more meaning than those stupid humans and demons you watch so much."

"Do you hate me because I'm a demon or because I look like my father?" I didn't let her answer. "I'm leaving. You can't stop me."

"When? Tomorrow's your peak day." I frowned. Peak day. My favorite time of the month, yet not. The day when the demon inside of me took hold, the day when Mother had to clap chains on me and throw away the key. It happened every month on the number day of my birth. When I was born, someone unchained Micherure, and she found me first. Even thousands of years later, I still bore the scars on my stomach of being bitten. I never exposed my stomach. The scars of my birth were jarred and ugly compared to the beautiful, intricate inked lines on my back and shoulders.

"Doesn't matter," I replied to my mother. "I will find a way to leave."

And that was the day I fell to the Makai. Of course, I didn't fall. I descended. That was also the day I made a name for myself- Ruthless Ruruna- by having a peak day in the Makai. My mother sent Micherure and Naomi after me. In short, Mother took advantage of the situation and let me stay in the Makai, but Merciless Micherure and Portentous Papillon had to always follow me.

--Present Day--

I was watching in the stands. The last fight. They'd just walked in and settled the four-on-four dispute. I about laughed when I saw Koenma in there.

"Oh, it's about to start!" I pulled my giant, red headphones off my ears, clearing my throat.

"KICK HIS ASS, KURAMA!" I knew he couldn't hear me. Micherure tapped my knee. That was her way. She knew some of what was going on.

"I saw your wings last night," she whispered, low so that only our feline ears could hear. She didn't say anything more. My wings? My wings. I painted an image of myself in my head, my wings stretched out and my hair in the wind. I must have looked either sorrowful or perilous.

I narrowed my eyes as Karasu blasted Kurama's petals to bits.

"Uh, Ruruna-chan, I can't see." I turned around, seeing Keiko behind me.

"Oh, sorry. I'm gonna get closer." Instead of taking a seat at a lower bleacher, I decided to go out onto the field to watch as Yusuke yelled for Kurama to take care. Youko needed to come back, plain and simple. No amount of cheering was going to make Shuichi win this fight.

Karasu hurtled a bomb at the redheaded boy, causing an explosion with a shockwave that rocked the stadium. Initially, debris caused the dusty air, but then it turned to fog. And the silver-haired kitsune was back. The fight instantly turned.

"YES, YES!" I cheered. Kurama'd summoned a plant to get rid of those clingy Trace Eyes Bombs. Karasu raced about the ring, trying not to get chomped by one of the giant botanical mouths. Finally, he was caught, but I sensed his energy signature hadn't yet departed. Karasu destroyed the plant and rose again. This time, he himself was the bomb.

"Uh oh."

The blast decimated a quarter of the ring, the quarter that I'd been on. Luckily, instinct had taken over and I only got a scratch. Kurama, however, was much worse. I didn't realize how weak he was until this fight. He was very, very vulnerable. Youko was gone, and Shuichi was back.

"DAMMIT!"

"KURAMA!"

"HOLD ON, MAN!" And Kurama started acting rash, running at Karasu. As the announcer-girl reported, his assault was completely useless. I sighed, wondering how in the world the invincible Youko Kurama was going to get out of this. I knew he had a plan. But then the thought crossed my mind that maybe the invincible kitsune wasn't invincible. I defenestrated that thought and focused on his plan, reading his body language.

"Hey!! Ruruna-sama, you okay?" I hadn't noticed that Koenma was staring at me. Actually, I hadn't noticed that I was standing next to him. "You're close to tears, and your eyes are bright orange."

"I'm fine." I sighed. I'd been crying too much. I slapped my face. The pain prickled my skin and I mellowed out. "I'm fine."

But as soon as I said that, Kurama's leg was half blown off. I had to bite my lip and hold my breath to keep myself from screaming out.

"DON'T MOVE ANOTHER INCH, KURAMA! YOU'RE SURROUNDED BY BOMBS!" The bombs began to break him apart, and then I really did start to worry. I flipped over what options Kurama had. And then I remembered his little rash stunt. I locked my brain in on the fact that he had a plan. But then he screamed over and over and over and there was panic in everyone's faces. But he had a plan. But he was in pain. I gritted my teeth and kept watching. The count started.

"GET UP, KURAMA!" I yelled. "GET THE HELL UP YOU BASTARD!" He slowly pulled himself up, and his eyes turned deadly. He was wreathed in light, and a plant was called forth. It began to suck the life out of Karasu. And then Karasu was gone.

"HIS LIFE!" Everyone focused on Kurama.

"IT'S FADING!"

"The hell it is," I muttered, inching closer to the ring. I saw him twitch, and I let out a long sigh. He pulled himself to his feet, and Koto declared him the winner. Yusuke ran in to have some words with Kurama and to get him the hell out that ring. I wondered why Juri wasn't saying anything. And then I realized.

"And the official announcement says the winner of the match is Karasu!"

"That's why this shit should be to the death," I grumbled. "None of these damn rules." Yusuke went off on the "fish girl," and we all got an instant replay of Kurama's misery.

"That was retarded." Hiei nodded in agreement.

The tournament moved onward.

---

"All of you, stick behind me." Koenma made a shield for Kuwabara, Hiei, and Kurama, encasing them in his power. Younger Toguro was powering up, and he was definitely serious. I watched intently. His physical power was making the hairs on my neck prickle. But I didn't think it was from him, actually. Just the fact that he was fighting Yusuke.

"Don't you feel that power, Ruruna?" Koenma asked. He was standing next to me again.

"You underestimate me, Koenma. I do feel it. But I also feel that it wouldn't kill me."

"You're close to your inheritance from your mother, aren't you?"

"A little over three years," I replied, "until I get my inheritance, yes."

I was entranced with the battle between Yusuke and Toguro. Nothing deterred me from watching. And when I saw Yusuke take off his spirit cuffs and the phoenix released itself, I decided that Yusuke and I could spar one day. Not now, but one day. Yusuke began pummeling Toguro.

"Hells yes."

The fight got better.

Nothing's ever what it seems. I knew Toguro wasn't at his full power. And I knew Yusuke wasn't either. I could talk for a good month about them. What I saw, what I wanted, how that fight made me feel. I wanted a fight too. I wanted some adventure.

But this isn't about Yusuke. He's got his own story and he, no doubt, is telling it.

He won his match.

"Let's get out of here." The stadium was rocking, shuddering. It was going to fall. "We have to get the others!" I ran in the direction that I knew was out.

---

Back at the hotel, I was searching for a specific pair of shoes. Then I remembered that they were in Yusuke's room, from that night we all played games. I went in, and everyone was somber. Genkai. I guess they were right in the middle of a conversation.

"We just gotta let her go," Kuwabara mumbled. I held my tongue and didn't ask if they'd seen Naomi's lime green and orange rainboots.

"FINE! You heard fox boy- there's nothin' we can do for the old hag if she's already limp, so we just gotta keep on truckin', yes sir. I'm gonna go outside and make myself a nice big, shiny, first place medal, sit in the sun, and have a stupendous friggin' day, DAMMIT!" And slamming the door behind him, Yusuke left without even looking at me. I glanced at everyone's faces, frowning.

"Ah, um. Did Naomi leave some boots in here?"

"Yes." Kurama stepped over to the side of the couch and pulled up the ridiculous foot apparel. "Oh, good. Thanks." I snatched them up and quickly left.

-

"We're not late for the boat, are we?" Naomi asked.

"You idiot, they're still here, aren't they?" Micherure bickered.

"We're about to leave." Botan pointed out a doorway. We all walked out.

"Are you okay?" Yusuke asked me. "You seem like you're on edge."

"I'm waiting for someone to show up." I sighed. "But I don't think he's coming."

"Should we wait with you for him?" Kuwabara wondered.

"No." I looked around. "I don't want him to find me-"

"GENKAI!" A reunion. I knew she would come back. I didn't think she was dead.

"C'MERE YOU GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL HAG!"

I smiled, watching them take turns to hug her. Even Hiei joined the group and stood by. And then I felt his hand on mine.

"Oh, darlin' don't worry, I'm here." I swiftly pulled my arm away and turned around. I didn't see anyone. Micherure didn't even move or look at me. Naomi was putting flowers around Genkai's neck.

"You think I'd be visible for everyone to see? C'mon, babe." My eyes searched the area, and I backed away. I felt Takashi's energy signature in front of me. "Quit being so tense. I'm only here to see if you made it out okay."

"Leave me alone."

"Oh, dove, I can't do that."

"How long have you been following me?"

"I haven't been doing it all the time… But for sporadic intervals, yes. You and the redhead have quite a bit of history." That was private. I didn't want anyone to see that.

"Damn you."

"But our history runs deeper, darlin'."

"Get away from her." Micherure finally caught on that I was having a silent conversation with a person under an invisibility guise.

"Aw, your little guard can sense me."

"You little dick, don't think I won't kill you." Micherure gripped her zweihänder, ready to slaughter his unseen body.

"Psh. I have power you can only dream of." Takashi showed himself, and then everyone else noticed he was there. They put themselves in battle stances. "Stay back, bitches. This is between me and my woman."

"I'm not your woman."

"You were promised to me from the day you were born, Himeko. Don't you even deny it." He stepped closer.

"If you touch her, I'll take your hand and eat it." Micherure growled and hissed at him.

"Hmph." He stayed himself. "Don't worry. I'll always love you, babe. In a couple years, you're all mine." Takashi launched himself back into the air, hovered for a moment. His wings outstretched, forming a big shadow over the land. Then Takashi flew up and up and never came back down.

"Was that who you were waiting for?" Yusuke asked. "Old boyfriend?"

"Cousin," I corrected. "We're supposed to get married at my mother's request."

"You weren't lying when you said your mom was a queen, then, huh?"

"No, Yusuke, I wasn't."

"Hm." No one asked. I didn't want them to.

We boarded the boat quietly. Everyone was just pleased to be going home, doing something normal for a change. Naomi was gushing about living with humans. With my headphones on, I stared at the water at the back of the boat, watching the frothy part that the turbine made in the waves.

"Ruruna-dono?" I turned to look behind me.

"Kurama-sama."

"Naomi told me the name of your school. It's mine. Meiou."

"That's fortunate. At least we'll know someone." Silence. I was going to tell him how inane his coat was, that it was seventy degrees and he didn't need to be wearing a full-length coat. But he held out his hand, and strangely, I took it.

"I know I'm not Youko Kurama anymore, and I don't know if I can ever be him again." I understood.

"I'm not the same person from hundreds of years ago either."

"I'm willing to… to try this." He didn't mean 'try being Youko again,' no that's not what he meant. "And I know that it'll be easier for me than you because I don't feel parted from Youko, from a psychological aspect, at least."

"We'll have to go very, very slow."

"I'm a very patient person." So was I.

"Just to warn you, I'm a bitch who swears, wears clothes with not enough coverage, and thinks you're weak as hell."

"I'm taciturn and analytical and effeminate and a momma's boy."

"And you've got poor taste in clothes." He smiled.

"That too."

"But I'm willing to try," I assured him. We stood there, staring at each other, until someone called us over to eat.

I was willing to try.

I'd come to Hanging Neck Island because I'd recieved a summons from Koenma. I'd stayed because I saw Kurama and wanted to know why he left me. And now I'd gotten my answer from him, but I couldn't leave him. No. I could not.