Poffins and a Gym Leader

Ash breathed quietly. He was collapsed in a bed the Pokémon center had provided. After bringing in Cynthia to get her head examined Nurse Joy had offered both of them beds and a place to sleep. Both of them had been exhausted by their little trek from Mount Cornet to Hearthome City. Both of them had nodded off like rocks, Ash barely remembering to let out Umbreon for the night (she liked basking in the moonlight during the night) before falling asleep.

The next morning he woke up earlier than usual, though considering that he normally woke up around 10 in the morning it wasn't much of a feat. Ash sighed and dragged himself out of bed, looking around for his trade mark hat. Pikachu bounded up to him with his usual contemptuous disposition.

"Pikapi." Pikachu snapped, looking at him irritably.

Ash sighed and allowed the electric mouse to make its way up to its usual position on his shoulder. Umbreon blearily looked up from her position at the foot of the bed, before curling back into a luminescent black and yellow ball.

After helping himself to a quick complimentary breakfast consisting of toast and milk, he went to go check on his recent blond acquaintance (?). He opened the door to her room quietly, he still felt marginally guilty about ramming into her yesterday. The room was empty. It was also in pristine condition, the sheets folded with a military like precision, and the spread was hardly rumpled.

If he hadn't watched her go into the room and collapse on the bed, he would have doubted that anyone had stayed there the night before. He resigned himself to look for the blond. He didn't need to look far.

As he opened the door out of the Pokémon center, he heard the distinct sounds of what could only be a Pokémon battle. He looked up at the sun, judging by its position; it wasn't even eight A.M yet. Who in their right mind battled before 8 A.M? Trainers were insane. He had a filling breakfast, tended to his Pokémon, and took a shower before he even thought about Pokémon in a competitive sense.

He approached the sounds of battle, the audible buzz of electric type attacks colliding against the ground echoing through the air.

He sighed as he rounded the corner, beholding a familiar mass of long blond curls and black clothing. Cynthia was currently in the process of trouncing a poor brown haired trainer who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

"Gabite, Dragon Claw!" She yelled her Gabite, a massive thing with lethality emanating out of every pore, lunged at the trainer's Pachurisu with claws alight in a powerful blue glow. It wasn't even a contest. Pachurisu was knocked flat into the opposite building and the brown haired trainer rushed over worriedly, "Pachurisu!" He cried worriedly.

Cynthia sighed and recalled her Gabite. "Nice battle, see ya later." She said, and began making her way back towards the Pokémon center. The brown haired trainer didn't reply, too worried over his Pachurisu.

Ash looked at his shoulder, Pikachu had a nonchalant expression on his face, you were weak, so you lost, was what the expression seemed to convey. Something hot flared inside his stomach as he watched Cynthia walk away, like she hadn't a care in the world. His fingers automatically grasped one of the revives he carried in his bag. He offered the potent medicine to the trainer without a thought, finding himself knelt down in the dust of the street to cradle the Pachurisu gently.

The trainer seemed stunned for a moment, "Thank you," he stammered as he gratefully took the revive and gently pressed it against his Pokémon's body. The medicine melted into the Electric type Pokémon's body. The Pachurisu got up and lazily yawned after a moment of tense silence.

"Oh, Snow… I was so worried!" He cried happily, picking up the electric type. "I can't thank you enough." He said, turning to Ash who stood somewhat uncomfortably to the side. "The Pokémarts aren't selling me revives until I have more gym badges."

Ash smiled wearily, extending his hand to the Pachurisu, who gratefully nuzzled it. He laughed lightly at the sensation, the static electricity was tangible when the Pokémon's fur rubbed against his hand. "Don't mention it; I just don't like watching Pokémon suffer."

"Then you're a great trainer." The brown haired man said kindly. He extended his hand, "I'm Morris Rondeau by the way, nice to meet you."

Ash accepted the hand shake, "Ash Ketchum." He replied.

Morris nodded before a light of inspiration came over him, "I know what I can give you!" He cried suddenly reaching into the bag slung over his shoulders, "I know it's in here somewhere…" he grumbled.

Ash stood there quietly as Morris took out an oddly shaped container that looked like it was filled to the brim with brown cake like things. "Here ya go!" Morris said happily, handing over the container.

Ash took the container curiously, "What are these?" He asked as he looked over the contents of the oddly shaped box.

Morris smiled, "Are you new to Sinnoh? I thought everyone knew what Poffins were. Well it doesn't matter. Poffins are cakes basically for Pokémon that other than for being down right delicious also improve certain attributes of the Pokémon."

Ash looked over the large container, "There has to be at least a hundred of these things… I can't take this." He said flatly, making to hand back to the container to Morris.

Morris smiled, "It's no problem, see my da owns the Poffin store in Hearthome City. So really I can get another batch of them really easily."

Ash sighed and placed the container into his bag, "Well… then thank you." He said after a moment.

"I should be the one thanking you, Ash." Morris said as he motioned toward his Pachurisu, "After all you did help out Snow here."

Ash shrugged, "It wasn't a big deal." He said, starting to walk away. "Later."

"I'll see you around right?!" Morris yelled at his retreating back.

Ash laughed lightly, "Maybe. See you then." He yelled back, cupping his mouth.

Pikachu had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. Now it tapped his trainer on the shoulder. Why? The piercing look conveyed. Why? The electric mouse was genuinely confused.

Ash sighed and as he made his way back to the Pokémon Center he said quietly, "You know Pikachu, I really don't know."

When he got to the Pokémon center, he was greeted by the sight of Cynthia again. This time, her brow was furrowed in concentration as she watched her Gabite and a rare Pokémon that Ash recognized as a Spiritomb exchanging a flurry of blows. Bolts of dark energy hissed angrily and the harsh scent of fire permeated the air. Clearly, she wasn't thinking about collateral damage at the moment.

A dark pulse rippled from the Spiritomb's body and pushed Gabite back, before the Landshark regained its balance and tore at the cursed Pokémon's body with a vicious dragon claw attack. The Spiritomb dodged one claw, before the other sent its body flying into a nearby building.

Regaining its balance, the Spiritomb righted itself in midair and prepared another dark pulse. Gabite sank into a low stance, and Ash recognized a fire blast forming in its mouth.

"Enough." Cynthia said, coming in between the two battling Pokémon.

The flames and ugly dark energy faded away into nothingness.

"Gabite, your recovery from that Dark Pulse was good, but it could have been better. In all honesty, I'm more surprised you let it hit more than anything." She said seriously. Her Gabite lowered its head in shame.

"Spiritomb." She said, turning to address the floating specter. It looked about as attentive as a ghost-type Pokémon could.

"Too slow." She said flatly, "Everything else is excellent. Great attack, great defense. Except Gabite can dance circles around you if you can't keep up. Well have to work on that. Both of you."

Gabite and Spiritomb dutifully nodded.

Cynthia sighed and returned both of them to their Pokéballs. "Get some rest, we'll start again in an hour or so." She said and leaned against the white wall of the Pokémon center tiredly. Her blond curls bounced in the wind as she leaned back.

"Should you be training when your head is still injured?" Ash inquired as he stepped out from his watching position.

"Oh." Cynthia said as she looked at him with thinly veiled irritation in her eyes, "it's you." She said a bit distastefully. She stood up, her previous fatigue all but vanishing "It's not your business to worry about my health. Besides, Nurse Joy already gave me the all clear."

Ash shrugged and turned back to the Pokémon center. As he expected, a black and yellow shape barreled into his midriff after a moment of waiting. Honestly, one expected the moon light Pokémon to be more energetic at night if anything.

"Hey Umbreon." He said soothingly, stroking his Pokémon's velvety fur. "How are you doing?" He asked, running a hand over her ears in a way that he knew she loved.

Umbreon purred and neatly shoved him onto the dusty ground, before settling herself in his lap, a silent demand for more petting echoing in her eyes. Ash chuckled and obliged, running a hand through her fur all while fully aware that he was on the receiving end of a glare from Cynthia.

"Problem?" He asked finally, after several minutes of petting.

"Shouldn't you be training your Pokémon, not petting them?" Cynthia asked irritably. "You are a trainer aren't you?"

Ash sighed and stood up, Umbreon reluctantly hopping of his lap. "Yes I am." He said finally, checking in the nearest body of water for his Feebas. Most likely, the hardest working of his Pokémon would be training without his guidance. She was dedicated like that.

"So then act like one for goodness sake!" Cynthia exclaimed, running an incredulous eyes over him, "Train your Pokémon so they get stronger, don't just stand there and pet them!"

"Is there something wrong with petting?" Ash queried. He finally spotted his Feebas swimming tightly against the current of the nearby stream. Most likely she would over work herself into exhaustion. Every time his Feebas did so, he felt a little more guilty.

"No! But how is that supposed to help you win the Sinnoh League?" Cynthia asked exasperatedly, looking at the man in front of her. He was by far, the laziest trainer that she had the pleasure to set her eyes on. Honestly, she had seen Slaking that worked harder than this…. What was his name again? Ash something. Just by looking at him, she could see the signs of a lazy trainer, Rumpled jacket and shirt, dirt stained sneakers that showed an utter lack of care for his own wellbeing.

If he couldn't take care of himself well, how did he expect to train his Pokémon well?

"So is the whole reason you're a trainer, to win the Sinnoh League?" Ash asked mildly.

Cynthia threw her hands up in the air, "That's it; obviously I'm not getting through to you. You're beyond help." She snapped coldly. The blond grabbed the bag that she carried all of her supplies in and marched off. "A trainer like you would never understand what I'm talking about."

Pikachu gave Ash a look. It was the, you-should-feel-terrible-right-now look. Clearly, his starter was in Agreement with Cynthia. Winning. Was that everything to trainers? He thought irritably, recalling his Feebas to her Pokéball. At the end of the day, what were you rewarded with, a trophy? A plaque? A chance to become a champion?

A chance to be the best. A voice in the back of his head whispered. A chance to be anything and everything you dreamed of becoming.

Ash clenched his fist in frustration. He had given up on that dream. There was no way he'd ever become the best, there was always someone better. He'd never be the best. A flare of anguish struck him. If he had truly given up on his dream, why did it hurt to hear such damning words from Cynthia? He shoved it away, like he had all his losses in the past.

He sighed. He needed a walk.

Amity square. It was a nice, quaint little place. Here, people walked with their Pokémon freely without the constrains of a Pokéball or the chalk lines of a standard Pokémon battle field. It was this particular spot that Ash Ketchum had wandered off to.

Beside him, his Pokémon dutifully followed him. He had left the Pokémon egg back at the Pokémon Center, it'd do no good if it was stolen while he was out on his little walk. Beside him Umbreon strolled around gracefully, eliciting envious stares and glances from other trainers and Pokémon. He could see why. Umbreon held herself with an air of grace, an aura that seemed to belong to a princess if anything.

He watched his Pokémon play around in the square's various attractions and natural scenery with a tired but amused look on his face. He then took out the Poffin Container that Morris had given him. The cakes inside were divided into five different sections, beauty, cool, tough, cute, and smart. He assumed those were the attributes that Morris had mentioned earlier that the cakes were supposed to improve.

Pity they don't have these types of things for people… Ash thought amused, thinking about the possibilities if there was a cake that increased your sexiness or brainpower. Well… a guy can dream right? He thought.

He froze. Ash turned and looked at his Feebas,.

Dreams.

He handed a Poffin marked as "Beauty" to his Feebas who was, at the moment swimming in the fountain in Amity Square. After nibbling on the little cake, his Feebas was noticeably happier, but nothing else seemed to have changed. He frowned and after several more feedings, and no other discernible differences, he put away the container.

It was near night time, the lamps in the square shed their flickering light as the sun began to creep under the edge of Mount Cornet. He had spent longer experimenting with Poffins than he'd thought. He sighed and patted his Feebas on the head, "It's no big deal. Real beauty comes from the inside anyway. Some cake won't just make you beautiful."

Feebas nodded and splashed lightly in the fountain, a pensive though somewhat disappointed look on the Pokémon's face. Ash smiled at her benignly and pocketed the Poffin container, the treasure trove of Pokémon pastries inside had hardly diminished. He previous estimate of a hundred was off, there weren't a hundred, there had to be at the very least a thousand. He had fed ten of the beauty Poffins to Feebas at it had hardly made a dent in the container.

After a beckoning gesture, Pikachu climbed back up his arm, albeit after reluctantly getting up from the sun warmed patch of grass he had been lying in. Ash looked at the falling sun in the sky. The horizon was bleeding red in a glorious sunset. Well he was in Hearthome City, and the gym here was still open for about an hour or so. Ash shrugged and set off down the street toward the gym. A light breeze began to pick up. The distant light of a small house gleamed in the dying sunlight. Inside he could hear sounds of joyous laughter and smell the distinct scent of Poffins floating up from the chimney.

That was most likely Morris' house. Ash paused, the temptation to go inside the welcoming cottage combating with the urge to go to the gym. Why was he even bothering to go anyway? Most likely he'd lose and just have to try again tomorrow. Why not just go relax with friends, and enjoy the comforts of a warm home? Umbreon sniffed at the air longingly, head already turned pleadingly up at her trainer. Ash smiled and ruffled her fur, "Sorry Girl. We've got a gym battle to get to."

They walked on. The previous light breeze had now picked up into a steady wind, carrying with it, the cold from the north. Ash shivered and hurriedly made his way toward the distinct shape of the Hearthome City gym. He'd heard that the gym leader was somewhat… flamboyant to say the least. Though, in all honesty he was more hoping that he'd at least be able to beat most of the gym trainers. It would be beyond annoying if he passed up the chance to visit Morris just to get beat by a teenager with a Ghastly.

He reached the doorway of an opulent flowery building that looked more like an opera house than a gym. Ash pushed open the similarly flowery looking doors. The first thing he noticed was the smell. It reeked of roses and lavender, exotic fragrances that were a sharp contrast to the usual smell of sweat that permeated Gyms. Umbreon sneezed.

Ash sighed as he came upon the first of the gym trainers, a young man who looked fresh out of the trainer's school in Jublife city. If all of them are like this, maybe it won't be too bad… Ash thought.

"Hmmph. We usually don't have challengers so late at night. I'm Travis." The young man said with an air of feigned superiority. "Ready to battle? I'll be sure to go easy on someone like you."

Ash sighed. Great. It was the arrogant type.

Pikachu hopped off his shoulder as a response.

"Pika Pika!" Pikachu snapped, giving Ash a murderous look. It roughly translated to, I'm going to kill you, your family, and then incinerate your remains if you let me lose to this loser.

Honestly, he doubted Pikachu would lose. His starter had been with him through 3 regions and their corresponding tournaments. Even if he was a garbage trainer, Pikachu had gotten some experience, even from continuous loses. That added up. Unless he messed up REAL bad, there was no way he could lose.

None the less, he straightened his back from its usual slouch and squared his shoulders. It didn't hurt to try to look like he actually cared about what he was doing.

"Alright then. Go GHASTLY" Travis said dramatically, an orb with a sneering face and toxic fumes spiraling around its circumference, appearing from his Pokéball. The Pokémon hovered eagerly at attention, the sadistic smile it had only growing wider as it waited.

Ash sighed and appraised the Ghastly. It looked well trained, powerful eyes, and that air of ruthless sadism that only particularly powerful, or evil ghost Pokémone brought to the table. How'd he know this? One word. Sabrina. He was better off not remembering that particular scenario from his memory. That unusually curved smile, the amusement in her eyes like a cat toying with a mouse all while her Gengar hurled shadow balls, sludge bombs…

"Shadow Ball!" Travis commanded.

Oh snap.

He knew he didn't have to order Pikachu to dodge, he'd do it anyway, no sane Pokémon would take a shadow ball to the face if it could avoid it. The ghostly energies often weakened the Pokémon and left it more susceptible to other attacks. Pikachu nimbly vaulted out of the way, the shadowy mass dissipating against the gym floor.

He pulled up enough energy to tiredly command, "Thunderbolt."

Lightning crackled at the electric Pokémon's cheeks, building in intensity and speed.

"Ghastly dod-"

ZAP

Like a hammer of light straight from the gods, the thunderbolt illuminated the dark gym, the light display centered on the unfortunate Ghastly. It was spectacular to watch, though grim in its purpose. The Ghastly collapsed, ghostly body sinking toward the ground. It was too drained to even conjure the energy to float.

"Return." Travis muttered softly recalling his Ghastly. He looked at Ash with new respect in his eyes. "Dude, you don't look like it, but you're pretty good. I mean, I haven't faced some one that strong since my Pokéschool instructor."

Ash allowed Pikachu to bounce back up onto his shoulder. "Look… Travis. I'm not actuall-"

"The way you commanded your Pikachu, it was great! I mean you looked so cool and aloof, looking like you really didn't care. Then ZAP you took out my Ghastly in one shot!"

"That's becau-"

"I'm getting shivers just thinking about it! I'm gonna train harder now, so I can turn out just like you! I knew that I'd hit some hard trainers working for the gym, but I didn't think there would be people this good on my first day!"

Travis stopped to grab a breath.

"Hey, is everything alright dude?" he asked worriedly.

Ash was frozen in place. I'm gonna train harder now, so I can turn out just like you! His stomach wrenched itself into a cold knot. Be just like me? He thought despairingly.

Someday, I'm gonna be the best there ever was!

A young, hopeful, naïve, voice drifted through his memories. "You don't want to be like me kid." Ash said finally.

"Oh yeah?! You can't tell me what to do! I'm gonna tell Big Bro about this, you're my new idol guy! That reminds me… I'm gotta get home soon. See ya later GUY!" Travis said. The young man bolted out the door, as excitable as a new born kitten.

The words sank into Ash like freezing knives.

Idol…

Umbreon looked up at him curiously. He absent mindedly stroked the moon light Pokémon's fur. He was some one's idol? The idea filled him with dread. He didn't want to make more people like him, more lazy unmotivated trainers. He wanted to see passion, joy, downright happiness in new trainers. I'll prove him wrong, he thought bitterly. He knew he would. He would get his ass handed to him by Fantina and he'd have crushed a boy's dreams.

He looked at the gym darkly. "I knew I should have gone to visit Morris." He grumbled, turning toward the interior of the gym. He kept on walking.

Another trainer stepped in his path. It was a girl this time, face tired and exhausted. She wearily threw out a Misdreavus from her Pokéball with none of the usual pre-battle banter that usually occurred between trainers. He was glad, silence had always suited him better anyway. He felt Pikachu bunching up on his shoulder, ready to challenge the ghost type Pokémon. He held his starter back and instead, directed Umbreon forward. He hadn't tested out his newly evolved Umbreon in an actual battle; it'd be the time to learn about the added abilities that her evolution had granted her.

The moonlight Pokémon stood there oddly beautiful in the dim lighting of the gym, like a silent statue, her usually laid back stance straightened until she looked every bit like the Pokémon that was said to way lay travelers on moonless nights. Her left ear flicked, that was all he needed. This time, he started the skirmish. "Umbreon, Nightslash."

Ghost types were afraid of dark types Ash knew. It wasn't that they were actually weak to the writhing dark energy that dark Pokémon gave off, they were just afraid of the Pokémon themselves. Ghost Pokémon when confronted with energy darker than their own spiritual power were afraid because they couldn't comprehend it. And that fear made them weak, for he knew that fear was the most debilitating of emotions to have in battle.

Writhing tendrils of dark energy wrapped around the paw of his Umbreon. Then without a warning, she pounced. The Misdreavus dodged, firing a shadow ball as Umbreon shot by the floating ghostly form. The ghostly matter flew true and struck Umbreon on the broad side of the shoulder.

Umbreon didn't flinch, her back was to him. Then suddenly, like that night in the cave, Umbreon seemed to melt into the darkness. Slow methodical steps could be heard echoing throughout the gym, ominous and powerful, as it grew slower and the female trainer was shocked she didn't show it. She just warily kept eyes on the surrounding shadows. Waiting.

Ash didn't know quite what to do. The ability of his Umbreon to blend into the darkness like a second skin was due to her coloring he knew, the inky black of her fur was naturally designed to meld into the dark. Despite this, he also had no idea of where his Pokémon was, he could only hope that she would hear him when he issued an order. And obey. That was also important.

The steps of his Umbreon slowly began to pick up in pace again before they suddenly stopped.

He took this as a silent cue, hoping beyond hope that his Pokémon knew what she was doing.

"Umbreon! Nightslash!" He cried.

From the darkness, a dark blur bulleted out dark claws gleaming with ugly power, rings suddenly ablaze in golden light. With the element of surprise on their side, Midreavus didn't stand a chance. The ghost Pokémon was pinned hopelessly to the ground.

He sighed, already relaxing, preparing to give his Umbreon a hug and a pat on the head in congratulations, before his blood ran cold. He raised his hand, "Umbreon-"

He had expected his Umbreon to stop once the Misdreavus was on the ground. Instead, his Pokémon raised a paw and raked it downwards. Again and again. He watched numbly for a moment, before he sprang forward, about to end the violent display before a red light cut him off.

The trainer had returned her Pokémon to her Pokéball and looked at him appraisingly. He flinched, awaiting the judgment and damnation of a trainer who had just had one of her precious Pokémon torn apart.

None came.

Instead, he was greeted by a nod of acknowledgement before she turned away toward the entrance of the gym.

"I respect your decision. Ghost Pokémon are tricksters by nature, making sure that Misdreavus was knocked out was a tactical move." She said, walking out of the gym.

Her parting words registered numbly in his mind. The thing was, he hadn't ordered Umbreon to do that. She had done it instinctively. He hustled over to the still Umbreon, who was standing like a statue, waiting for something. He reached out a hand to pat her head; hands touching the velvet fur for a moment.

Umbreon turned her head.

He froze. In those eyes was a maelstrom of pure unrelenting bloodlust. As he froze in place, a low threatening growl began to rumble from Umbreon's chest, pupils suddenly began to dilate, and suddenly instead of feeling like the trainer, he felt more like prey. "Umbreon?" He asked cautiously, stretching a hand forward. On his shoulder, Pikachu began letting out sparks from his cherry red cheeks.

Umbreon shrank away from the hand like it was on fire, eyes suddenly filling with bloodlust again.

They stood like that, trainer and Pokémon, before he sighed and bridged the gap. Hand extended and slowly began to stroke Umbreon's head in the way she had liked ever since she was an Eevee. Umbreon's body, previously coiled up like a spring, loosened and she leaned into his touch.

It was like a switch had been flicked.

"Eon. Umbreon." Umbreon began to purr.

His Umbreon was back again. That instinctive Primal bloodlust he had spotted in his Umbreon's eyes was now gone, the usual happy gleam and shine was back.

"Eon…" Umbreon purred as he ran a hand down her velvet fur again. "Eon…"

He sighed "What are we going to do with you…?" He mumbled, petting his Umbreon quietly. It was clear she had no recollection of the events that had just happened, or else she wouldn't be looking at him with such innocence in her eyes. The mysterious stains on her paws didn't seem to bother her either as she happily knocked him down to the ground and settled in his lap.

Most likely the inbred primal instincts that would have served her well in nature came to light when she was encountered with a battle. Once more, he was reminded of the fact that naturally, Umbreon were known to waylay travelers on moonless nights. He could see why now. The way his Umbreon seemed to blend flawlessly into the shadows like a second skin would have ensured that the poor soul would have never seen her coming.

He stood up and returned Umbreon to her Pokéball. Either way, he had a gym leader to face. Unless there was any other gym trainers that wanted to take him on after that display… He stood and quietly made his way toward the ornate double doors that were the entrance to where Fantina awaited. Either the gym trainers just didn't care, or were mostly retired for the night.

He pulled the door open and was confronted with a woman with purple hair set in an exotic hair style and dressed in an opulent purple opera style dress. Just by looking at her, he was beginning to question her sanity. Not to mention, what type of gym leader had a gym that looked like an Opera House? The previous scent of lavender and roses that he had noticed when he had first entered the gym seemed to hang around her like a second skin.

"Bonsoir. I am Fantina." She began, her French accent pulling and distorting the words so that he could hardly make out their meaning. "Eet, is rare that we have challengers at such a late time, but the most glorious of performances are preformed in the dead of night no?"

He wordlessly sent Pikachu off his shoulder. There was no contemptuous glare this time. It seemed his starter too, knew what was about to happen.

"The Silent type hnn? No matter, we shall let our Pokémon do the talking for us ." Fantina exclaimed, a Mismagius appearing in a brilliant flash of red light.

Ash straightened. It was the stance of a man prepared to lose. What was a man supposed to expect? He had only beaten the last few gym leaders because he had fought them enough that their battle styles had imprinted themselves in his head. In his heart, he knew that he couldn't keep on doing that forever.

"Pikachu! Thunderbolt!" he yelled.

"And so eet begins!" Fantina exclaimed, "Shadow Ball ma Cherie!"

The attacks collided in an explosion.

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