Chapter Six
Not long ago she'd taken a short vacation to meet up with some old school friends in a place called Karakura town. She'd met a young girl named Orihime while she was there. She was a sweet girl, they'd chatted in the supermarket, Rangiku smiled when she thought back to her meeting with the girl.
'Hime' meant 'Princess'; when Rangiku was younger, every one referred to her as 'Princess', the nickname was all based on her looks and behaviour, but everyone had called her that, except Gin. She'd been a pretty child, nice skin, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She looked every bit the part of the stereotypical fairy tale princess which was why everyone, from the nice lady at the grocery store to Aizen's old butler had called her by that nickname. It was ironic, because Gin looked nothing like a stereotypical prince, yet when they were kids, he was always at her side.
**
She could hear someone crying, flinching a little, the fourteen year old girl sat up in the bed, her eyes narrowed in the gloomy darkness, as she felt someone leaning on her. The girl raised a shaking hand up and found it stroking soft silky hair, her voice barely more than a coarse whisper, "Gin, is that you?"
"Sorry, did I wake yer?"
He sat up a little, and she couldn't see in the dark, but it looked like he was wiping his eyes. Then he gripped onto his shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace, she instantly hugged him back, one hand resting in his hair. She could feel the wetness of his tears on her shoulders, "Gin, what happened?"
"Nothin'…"
"Gin, don't give me that, what happened to you?" she said, her voice raising a little, letting down a firm tone.
"Nothin'… Hey, Rangiku, can we stay like this… jus' a little longer, please?"
She wanted to push him back and demand he told her why he was crying, but she couldn't refuse him, and nodded her head, "Yeah, c'mon, get under the covers," she raised them and pulled them around the two of them. He sank in against her body, his face pressing against her neck, he was still crying, but tears kept falling from his eyes.
Rangiku kept telling herself she'd ask him again in a minute, but then sleep passed over the two of them. She fell asleep with Gin in her arms, knowing the steady beat of her heart always calmed him down.
**
"Gin–" She woke up with a start, and looked around the room, instantly worried when she woke up with a jolt in the bed. Had she dreamt that he'd come to lie with her? The pillow felt a little wet – it couldn't have been a dream!
Rangiku flung herself from the bed, she bent down to put on her red fluffy slippers, and grabbed her dressing gown, opening her bedroom door, and she rushed along the hallway of the large house, heading towards Gin's bedroom.
She was about to knock on it, when a hand reached out and touched her shoulder. Rangiku jumped and turned around, becoming face to face with Sosuke Aizen, she smiled nervously, "You scared me," she laughed.
He laughed with her, raising his hands, "Do forgive me. Are you alright, Princess? I don't usually run into you this early in the morning."
"Oh no, I'm fine. I was just looking for Gin, I think he came in to see me in my room last night, and he was upset about something… But I might have dreamt it…" she frowned in concentration.
"I'm afraid it must have been a dream, my dear," he took of his glasses to give them a quick clean, "Gin hasn't left his bedroom all night. He hasn't been feeling very well. I'm sure he must have mentioned it to you?"
"No," she looked at her feet a little, "That's so like him."
"Yes, he is more of the 'suffers in silence' type, isn't he?"
"Oh yes," she paused, and looked up at him, looking a little confused, "What did you say?"
"Nothing, I just meant Gin doesn't like to talk about it when he's feeling under the weather," Aizen brushed back his hair, "I'm sorry, Rangiku, but I have to entertain some colleagues downstairs. I'll send up someone with breakfast for you, how does breakfast in bed sound to you?"
"It sounds great," she grinned at him, bowing a little politely, "Thank-you so much. Urm, good luck with your colleagues," she turned to go back to her room, waving a little, "I'll see you later, Sosuke-san."
"See you later, Rangiku."
She was just outside her room, when three men passed her. They were faint, like fingerprints on a piece of film… But they shocked her: An old man with terrifyingly ancient features, accompanied by two youths. One was a few years older than Rangiku, with black hair, bright emerald eyes and pale skin. He had such a solemn expression; he didn't even look at her. The other seemed to be of a boy of Rangiku's age, with bright blue eyes and hair, though they were masked by the hood of his jacket. He looked her up and down as she passed him and whistled.
The old man shot him a look and muttered for him to 'come along'.
"Seeya round, 'Princess'," the boy chuckled, looking back at her.
**
The walls of her memory began to shatter around her, closing down into blackness. Rangiku Matsumoto groaned, and sat up in her desk, brushing her hair out of her eyes, and gave a nervous look up at the class infront of her.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Not too long," Shuuhei said encouragingly, "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."
She smiled at her class, brushing her hair out of her face and getting to her feet, "Urm, why don't we just say class dismissed?"
**
Izuru sat outside the bathroom; he had his arms folded looking unimpressed. The whole point of having two bathrooms would mean he wouldn't end up in this sort of a situation. He scowled to himself and inspected his nails, "Hmph," Izuru mumbled.
They'd been in college now for nearly two weeks, and from living with them, he'd learnt a few of the ground rules.
Renji, Ikkaku and Iba were THE MEN.
Yumichika was sort of like Ikkaku's wife
Hisagi-senpai was considered a bit of a pretty boy by THE MEN and was liked and resented for his looks.
THE MEN would often come home at obscene hours at night
THE MEN were prone to attack each other for no good reason
Ikkaku and Yumichika were together, but it was okay for them to do pretty much everything else with other people
Iba apparently gets food poisoning quite a lot
It's okay to have *someone over* but everyone will interrogate you about it after *someone* has left
If Renji is on the phone to Rukia nobody is allowed to be stupid about it (This was one Izuru had enforced himself)
If Ikkaku is sober it's okay to tease him about his baldness, but don't do it if he's been drinking (unless you have a death wish)
He lay back in his seat, against the wall outside his room. He really needed a shower; he had class in an hour. It was the middle of the day… Iba was still on the toilet upstairs, and Izuru felt too bad for him to bother him. The toilet by his bedroom was locked, and he could almost hear something inside.
The blonde knocked on it again, "Hello? I really need to use the shower!"
**
Ikkaku hadn't come home last night. It was their second week, classes had started and everyone had been pretty much enjoying themselves, but he hadn't expected Ikkaku to vanish for whole nights so early.
Yumichika had waited all night for him; he'd watched some TV, and then fell asleep. He didn't wake up until three in the morning; Shuuhei came back from a party with Iba and woke him up.
"Is Ikkaku with you?" he'd asked, rubbing his eyes.
Shuuhei had shook his head, and offered him an arm, "You shouldn't be sleeping on the sofa. It's not comfy and someone will sit on you."
He laughed a little bit, though he actually felt a little bit like crying, taking his arm and walking upstairs with him. They'd fallen asleep on Shuuhei's bed, and in the morning, he was surprised he'd slept with someone new, without actually having sex with them.
Yumichika had awoken to feel Shuuhei's arms around him. One hung lazily over his waist, his face pressing against the back of his neck. He'd wriggled around and looked at his face. He smirked a little to himself as he traced a hand along the 69 tattoo on his face, he'd have to ask him about that.
Shuuhei didn't look at all like Ikkaku, but he was definitely beautiful. He stroked his soft dark hair, and lightly traced along his features, when a hand rose up and caught his wrist.
"Good morning, beautiful," he teased, leaning in and kissing Yumichika's forehead.
"Urgh – morning breath – morning breath!" he whined, wriggling away a little.
Shuuhei laughed, and leant over Yumichika to look at his alarm clock, "its ten-thirty… don't have class till later… you wanna, take a shower?"
Yumichika sat up in bed, raising a mocking eyebrow, "Oh my, Shuuhei Hisagi, are you… propositioning me?!"
"I never said we had to shower together," he shrugged his shoulders, getting out of bed.
"Sure you didn't… Still, I wouldn't mind washing your hair for you," he smirked, licking his lips to tease him. He got out of bed and headed towards the door, "So, why don't you shower with me today?"
Shuuhei grinned and rushed to him, "Now that's the best offer I've had for a while."
**
Izuru frowned and knocked on the door louder, "Hello? Ikkaku-san, is that you in there?"
Ikkaku and Yumichika were a pretty 'hands-on' couple. It wouldn't have surprised him if they were having an early morning round in the shower. Izuru groaned and brushed back his hair, this sucked. Why was it always him?
"Aaah – Yes – There – Right there! Aaah yeah!"
His cheeks went scarlet and he instantly jumped to his feet. Yes, it was definitely Yumichika-san. He couldn't really hear his partner, but this was their house, and come to think of it, Yumichika was pretty much only intimate with Ikkaku-san.
"C'mon, I need to use the bathroom – you can do that in your room!" he rapped on the door, bright red in the face from his words.
The panting and moaning from within was getting heavier and heavier, and then he heard his senpai's voice – "I-Izuru, go use the bathroom upstairs!"
Now he hadn't been expecting that, and he felt pretty shocked. Maybe he should tell Renji – when did that happen? Oh my God!
"I-I can't – Iba-san is in there," he said frantically, "I'm sorry – I'll go…" He rushed off to his room, and he heard Yumichika laugh, before yelling out in pleasure, he could hear the other room shaking.
Izuru began to dress hastily, getting his bag together. And after about fifteen minutes the bathroom door opened. Shuuhei Hisagi had a grin on his face; Yumichika was wearing the older man's shirt, the two of them laughing quietly. They spotted Izuru and walked over to him, Shuuhei was laughing a little bit.
"Urm, sorry about that," he said, his cheeks a little pink, "Bathroom's all yours."
"Thanks," he mumbled, he couldn't look them in the eye. He'd never interrupted someone having sex before – especially his senpai with his house-mate's pretty boy boyfriend.
This was going to be with him all day…
**
"Izuru, is something wrong?"
He flinched as he felt Ichimaru-Sensei's long fingered hands on his shoulder. The blonde turned to face the older man, "Oh, I'm fine, sir."
"Ya seem a little… distracted from yer problems," he sat down at the desk beside him, leaning closer to peer over his shoulder. "Have ya been out partyin'?"
"No, sir," he laughed nervously, "I just saw my room-mates doing something strange this morning. I don't mean to be distracted; I promise it won't happen again –"
Gin laughed at that. His laugh, well, Rangiku had said once when they were fighting that he had two. One laugh which scared people, she'd said it would have scared her if she hadn't known it came from him. And the other laugh, she'd said, was considerably charming. It was the second laugh he used here, and it must have had the desired effect, because Izuru went bright red. "I wasn't lookin' for an apology, Izuru; I was tryin' to be friendly."
"Oh," he said uncertainly, "Sorry, sir."
"It's fine, no need fer sorries," he chuckled and flopped onto the desk, his eyes closed. "It's too early…"
"I-Ichimaru-Sensei," Izuru was the type of person to fly into a panic (Shuuhei and Renji never ceased to tease him about it) when thing's weren't… as they should be, "Are you napping?"
"Yup," he answered, "Quiet, Izuru."
Izuru couldn't help but laugh a little. It was all he could do really; he covered his mouth with a hand and laughed; glancing down at the older man to see if he was really napping. After five minutes of no movement and soft breathing, he decided the maths teacher must truly be asleep. He smiled to himself as he watched the other man's face, he was gorgeous… smooth pale skin, soft silver hair. When he was sleeping, he had nothing of the sinister demeanour he carried off so well while he was awake. Infact, Izuru bit his lip, thinking deeply about this, the word angelic might best sum up Gin Ichimaru when he sleeps…
"Izuru, I hate t' break this to yer, but I don't sleep talk the answer to yer work," he said suddenly.
Izuru jumped and his eyes zoomed back to his question paper, "Yes, sir – Sorry, sir!"
**
Ikkaku was leaving the canteen with some of the lads he went to kendo practice with. They were all completely exhausted. It wasn't completely recommended that they did an extra curricular activity while they were here, but Ikkaku had decided long ago he was joining the kendo club, seeing as it was so popular.
"The drinks here are so over-priced, it's like they just want us to drink booze all day," Ikkaku grumbled as he looked over the very expensive juice drink he'd just bought.
"Suck it up," Iba grunted, hands in his pockets, "If you don't like it, don't buy it."
Ikkaku elbowed him, "Are you just whining because I beat your ass?"
"You didn't."
"I beg to differ, which means you owe me a round of sake."
"I don't owe you nothing, you cheeky little bastard!"
"Yeah, well, nobody likes a sore loser – Ah, Yumichika!" he broke away from the others as he saw the beautiful man leaving the main building, carrying a bag full of books.
Iba rolled his eyes, and gestured for the others to follow him off back towards the courtyard.
"Ikkaku how was kendo?" he asked, brushing his hair out of his face, and sniffed to see how badly he smelt of sweat before he hugged him around the shoulder.
"Pretty good, we have some strong people there. Nothing like the Captain though," he pouted sadly.
"There's nobody like Zaraki anywhere in the world," Yumichika laughed.
"Yeah, I'm gonna call him later. Though he doesn't really care for the telephone… Mostly I'll hear the brat calling me 'Baldly'," he rolled his eyes, and scooped an arm around Yumichika's waist, "Seriously, you should have come with us."
"I'm not joining the kendo club, it smells foul in there. Not to mention the uniforms, they stink! Nobody in their right mind would… Oh, except you, of course," he laughed nervously.
"Nice save there," Ikkaku grinned at him, "But I mean it, I've only seen you in two matches. I only saw you train three times – and the third time you saw me watching and got all embarrassed," he nuzzled into his neck, "You'd never even let me challenge you."
"Ikkaku, you're a sore loser."
"Shut-up," he pushed him against one of the huts and kissed him deeply, his hands encircling Yumichika's waist, he parted his lips with his tongue and pushed it inside his mouth, loving the feel of the beautiful man against him.
Yumichika broke the kiss, panting a little; he raised his hand and stroked the back of his head, "Yup, that's the face of Ikkaku Madarame, a sore loser."
"Hey," he head-butted him playfully, "Listen, a few of us are going to that night-club down town tonight. Are you in?"
"Who else is going?"
"Iba, a few guys from kendo… Renji, maybe Kira… I was thinking of asking Hisagi."
"You should ask him."
"Hey, Yumichika, I was meaning to ask you about Hisagi."
"Ask me what about him?" he asked cooly, raising an eyebrow, and taking Ikkaku's hand as they walked back towards their house.
"Do you *like* him?" the bald man asked, "I won't be mad."
"Do I *like* him? Urm, Ikkaku, I hate to contradict you, but that's bullshit," he let go of his hand, "As much as you hide it, we're still dating."
"Why are you getting so defensive?"
"Do you *like* any of those women?"
"I don't sleep with the same one three times in a row!" Ikkaku snapped, "It doesn't bother me. He's a good looking guy; you always had a thing to pursue beauty. Our relationship is open, so I'm comfortable with you going what you like, but when you're only sleeping with that one guy other than me, and he looks like that… Well, I suppose I'd be mad not to feel threatened by him."
Yumichika softened a little, and he squeezed Ikkaku's hand, "Shuuhei is a nice guy. He's very charming, but no. I don't *like* him, because I love you."
Ikkaku seemed to brighten, and he kissed Yumichika on the cheek, "I knew you'd say that. I've just been talking to Iba. He's a little… off with me anyway, probably trying to make me paranoid because he doesn't understand our arrangement. That guy is so traditional."
Yumichika shrugged his shoulders, "He's probably just trying to help."
The bald man grunted, "It doesn't matter. Anyways, let's go home. I want some dinner."
**
Renji had spent the afternoon after class ended on the phone to Rukia. She was in her senior year of high school, and he was teasing her about all the exams she'd have to do.
"I saw your big brother the other day," he said, "You never told me he was a student teacher here."
"I don't see much of Byakuya," she admitted sadly. Not wanting to admit that Byakuya didn't get on too well with Ichigo either. Rukia had come to the understanding that Renji would try and find a way to escape the conversation if her orange haired boyfriend was mentioned.
"I suppose not with him living away," he admitted, laughing heartily. "So, have you decided what university you're coming too yet, Rukia?"
"Not yet," she sounded hesitant, "I feel a bit… overwhelmed with all the options being thrown at me. I have a friend from school… you remember Hanataro Yamada, right?"
He remembered Hanataro. He was a tiny little guy, even shorter than Rukia, who was always getting picked on. Him and Ichigo always defended and protected him.
"Oh yeah, how is he?"
"He's pretty good. He might be going to medical school next year. He has a real talent for healing."
"Woah, good for him," he whistled.
"Yeah, we're all really happy for him. So other than seeing Byakuya, how is college, Renji?"
He whistled, "It's pretty cool, I guess. I wouldn't complain."
"Oh come on, how much detail was that?"
"Okay, okay, nosy. It's pretty awesome here. I share a dorm with some real characters… remember when I sent you some pictures from my summer break to the beach? The bald guy, Ikkaku is here, and the guy with sunglasses and black hair, Iba is here too – Oh, and Izuru and Hisagi of course."
Rukia whistled, "No girls?"
"I feel sorry for any girl who had to live with us," he joked, and Rukia laughed with him.
"To be honest, I was half expecting you to find some scary punk girlfriend," she said, and Renji shuddered. "I bet you'd have fun explaining to her why you spend an hour or so talking to another girl every evening?"
To be honest, he'd thought about when a girl gave him a love letter just three days before. She was pretty and seemed sweet, but he couldn't date her. He'd joke about it with Rukia, but his inability to let go of her would probably destroy any future relationship he had. Girls weren't stupid, apart from Rukia; anyone else found it easy to understand that he was in love with her. It was painful and embarrassing…
"Yeah, that'd be a blast," he said sarcastically.
"Oh, Renji, sorry, but I have to go," she said apologetically, "I'm going to cram school. My brother's insisting I attend."
"You mean Byakuya didn't fork out for a private tutor?"
"It's not a regular cram school," she mumbled embarrassed, and Renji blushed, he had been joking.
"Oh, well have fun at your fancy cram school. Study hard, I'll be out having fun at college," he taunted playfully down the phone.
"Bye. Renji," she rolled her eyes and hung up.
He stayed holding the phone for a few seconds, before putting it down and brushing back his hair. At least she wasn't awkwardly trying to avoid the fact that she was sneaking off to see dandelion head.
**
"Yumichika, hey, are you done or…?" He trailed off as he entered the bedroom and caught a glimpse of his beautiful lover getting changed. Most of the time Ikkaku accidentally took it for granted that the guy he was screwing was freaking gorgeous; but every now and then, he'd go in and find himself staring, slightly unable to believe that he belonged to that other worldly figure on his bed.
"Ikkaku, it's the worst," he was groaning.
"What is it, baby?" the bald man shut the door behind him. He had intended to come in and snap at his lover that everyone else had already left.
"Can't you tell?" he snapped exasperatedly. "Ikkaku, look at me!"
He looked long and hard at him; Yumichika looked… ready to go. He didn't quite understand the problem, and didn't want to make one up at the risk of offending rather than being right. "You're… urm… You're… tired?"
"Ikkaku, my shirt is stuck to one of your weapons," he gestured to behind him, where the pretty white shirt he was wearing had gotten hooked onto a few of his kendo swords. "I'm at the wrong angle to get it off, and if I wriggle, I could knock them all down and you'd go mental!"
"I wouldn't," he was laughing. It was completely adorable. He kept looking back from Yumichika's look of complete distress, to the place his shirt had snagged on. Of course, ripping the shirt free in Yumichika-land was well out of the question. "Hold still, sweetheart," he sighed, and climbed to his side on the bed and began carefully untangling them, still chuckling to himself.
"Thanks," he said, looking back at him and kissing him deeply on the mouth, "Sorry for making us both late."
"It doesn't matter, the club isn't going anywhere," he was thinking to himself as he spoke. When was the last time he'd had his lover since they arrived? They were always kissing and touching, but they'd probably only gone all the way once since they got here.
He wondered if that was why Yumichika was being all regular with Hisagi. That could be it… Ikkaku could feel himself getting a little aroused as he took in his lover's scent, that beautiful body pressed up so close to him.
He panted a little as the shirt came undone; Yumichika thanked him and rose to stand up. When Ikkaku reached out and gripped his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed, "You know," he purred into his ear, "That was pretty cute."
Yumichika smirked to himself; this was rare, Ikkaku blowing off friends and the chance to pick up women, for him. He grinned, and pushed him back onto the bed, "I'm glad you find me 'cute' again at my age."
"Your age, please," he reached up and squeezed his backside, stroking down one of his thighs, "Sorry, Yumi, you got all ready to go out, and I'm just gonna rip it all off…"
"You're a bad man," he chuckled, leaning on him temptingly, "Ruining all my hard work…" the beautiful man kissed him wantonly, gripping his shoulder, and straddling his waist.
Ikkaku made a growling sound, and grabbed onto his slim hips knocking him flat on his back on the bed, leaning over him aggressively. Yumichika smirked at him, and stroked a finger along the back of his head; he paled when he found himself thinking of Shuuhei Hisagi's face staring back at him instead of Ikkaku's.
His breath came out ragged, and he went to tell Ikkaku to slow down, when the bald man met his protests with a series of rough kisses. His hand clamped down onto Yumichika's waist, pinning him to the bed and grinding against his hardening pants covered erection. He panted, and Ikkaku bit his neck hard, he moaned, pulling down his shirt. Azure eyes darkened as he saw a deep and fresh looking love bite… all of a sudden he felt his arousal drip away. Did he want to have sex with a man who'd let some woman leave marks on his skin?
"Yumi, I wanna be inside you," Ikkaku panted into his ear, reaching down to yank at his skinny jeans.
"Wait, let me, Ikkaku…"
"Shut-up," he was chuckling, unfortunately he pulled a bit too hard and the zipper split and the buttons shot off. Ikkaku looked up at him with a guilty expression, before Yumichika snarled and raised his arms to shove him hard off him.
"Hey, don't be like that," he begged, raising a hand to touch his shoulder, but Yumichika elbowed him off. "Yumi, c'mon, it's just a zipper for Christ sake!"
"Idiot," he snapped at him, slipping them off, and heading to the ward-robe to put on a new pair. "Why don't you try and be careful with other people's things for once, you big jerk?"
Ikkaku's temper flared, "Why are you putting on a new pair?"
"Why do you think?" he snarled, glowering at him, "I'm not in the mood anymore, Ikkaku. Just go meet up with Iba and Renji."
"Yumi, come on," he reached up and went to stroke his soft dark hair, but the beautiful man spun around and gripped his wrist hard, a cold look in his azure eyes.
"Just go, Ikkaku. Trust you to spoil the only time you've come near me since we arrived!"
"Hey – what are you on about? Don't say shit like that," he walked to him and tried to hold him from behind, "Yumi, come on. You feel down because we haven't spent much time together?"
He managed a stiff little, "G-Go away," to hide the fact he felt like crying.
Ikkaku gave a frustrated sigh and turned the beautiful man to face him, his hands locked in his, "Yumi, Yumi, come here," he begged, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him close, "Listen to me, we don't have to do anything, okay? How about we just stay in and hang out together? We could watch a movie or something? We have the house to ourselves, except for Izuru, but he's studying. C'mon, Yumi how does that sound?"
Yumichika wiped a hand across his face and managed a nervous smile, "Not that bad… The movie needs to be beautiful though."
"I know, I know," he held him tighter, "C'mon, you know I hate it when we fight."
"Sorry," he muttered, "Let's go downstairs," he hugged him back and pulled away, a forced smile on his face, "Popcorn?"
Ikkaku kissed his cheek, "Sounds good to me," he hooked a hand in his and began to lead him downstairs.
**
"Never knew what happened to Ikkaku," Iba chuckled, "Been a good night, right boys?"
"That's mean," Renji chuckled, "You just poked fun at me instead of his dumb bald head."
The three of them laughed, Shuuhei was very drunk, and leaning on Renji for some sort of help, giggling stupidly into his hair, still carrying a pint glass he'd stolen from the bar after they were kicked out.
"We need to be quiet," Iba snapped, "Yumichika's probably asleep, and he's scary when he's mad."
All three men laughed drunkenly, and instantly began shushing each other; Renji unlocked the door, and headed inside. A slightly warming sight met them, Ikkaku and Yumichika on the sofa. The movie 'Crouching Tiger the Hidden Dragon' was finishing, and Ikkaku looked around at them and instantly put a finger to his lips, before gesturing to the sleeping male with his head on his lap.
"He's really cute when he sleeps," Shuuhei slurred, reaching down to stroke his hair.
Ikkaku's eyes narrowed a little, and he said with a slightly evasive tone, "He's a light sleeper, you could wake him up," as the movie began to close. Renji and Iba waved making their way to bed, holding Shuuhei between them. Ikkaku switched off the TV and scooped up Yumichika in his arms bridal style.
He watched his face for a moment, before kissing his cheek and carrying him upstairs to bed.
***
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