A/N: WARNING! WARNING! SPOILER ALERTS AHEAD! In the event you haven't seen the film "Moulin Rouge", I kind of ruin the ending for you in this chapter. XD Slight OOC-ness when the guys are watching it, but it's always fun to mess with them. :P The other movie I mention (but don't actually name) where everyone is vomiting blood is called "Cabin Fever 2". No real plot line, but it's not a bad film...I apologize for the length of time this one has taken. I had a minor "emotional breakdown" in which I sat around for a whole day and watched musicals and horror movies while stuffing my face with Oreo cookies. Then, a few days later, my immune system tanked and I spent an entire day curled up with a book under a foot of blankets while I tried to avoid thinking about what a shit-storm my office would be with me gone. -_-;
xGhostxStealth: I know plenty of people who favorite or put me on alert and don't click the REVIEW button. It sad-faces me. :( haha. I finally have a new laptop of my own. Now it's just a matter of getting it to cooperate... It seems to think DeviantArt is putting me at risk for viruses. XP Canon pairings are back for this one. I had my little bit of fun, and found that I much prefer the canon unless something in particular catches my fancy.
PhonyPrincess: Lol. I just wanted to see how many directions I could pull the characters in. That, and this would give me an opportunity to examine the way everyone would react after that crazy partner-swap, haha. I fall in love with Kira a little more every time I write her. :) Archer/Stray, you say? Hmm... I'll take that one into consideration... See if Epsilon and Malachite will get their lazy asses in gear and help me out with it XD. Also! DO NOT CHALLENGE ME! YOU KNOW NOT WITH WHOM YOU DEAL! I GIVE NO QUARTER, AND I TAKE ALL YOUR COOKIES! (I'm in a bit of an odd mood today. I was a bad little child at the office today and was taking the bathroom signs off the wall and putting them back upside down and to the wrong door. XD)
Commander Aldebaran: Haha. Thank you. It's a lot of effort to take these guys and put them in a situation where they're supposed to be laid back without killing their character. And if I could keep Epsilon (my muse) and Malachite (my inspiration) on task, I think I could easily detail every day of the two months. Problem is, they're whining that this is been on to long... Little shits... I just have to see where this runs...
Destiny xD: The switch-up is actually based on a "party game" a friend of mine told me about. He was visiting his cousin in Australia and everyone was sitting in his cousin's living room, totally trashed, and they took their car keys and put them in this big bowl and you were supposed to grab a set of keys, and whoever they belonged to was the person you were to bed. So I kinda like them going off in random pairs. XD Reactions are included with this one, and I think they might surprise you. :P
duvalia: Of course it would be Roach to proposition Ghost! There's a reason they call alcohol "liquid courage", luv. XD And yes, I did go back and catch that "Brandon" vs "Eric" error. Hope it wasn't too distracting. Sometimes I completely blank on which character I'm talking about because I swear I have hit-and-run stupidity... Haha. If Soap and Kira... Traded places? That is seriously the first thing that came to mind. I have a feeling that if Kira were to ever go military, she'd be like Rain from the first Resident Evil film. (Holy crap I love Michelle Rodriguez). Haha. Water fight was a lot of fun to write, I just had to figure out how to get everyone involved.
FuriousPanda: Awh. Thank you. I gotta tell you, I was checking my email at 0630 right after my alarm went off (like I do every day, thank you BlackBerry...) and I read "To say this is hot would be an insult" and my sleep-addled brain immediately thought "Fuck. Another flamer? Damn itttttttt!" And then I read the rest of the review and I felt bad for jumping to conclusions. I'm glad you like the chapters dear. :)
MissPumpkinHead: You're not stupid! I do the same thing sometimes. The other day I was handed some paperwork and told to make a contract of it and I stared at the paperwork for five minutes because I couldn't remember how to do the breakdown of the work. -_-; Ahah... I love Ghost/Roach. Actually, I kinda love Roach/anyone for that matter. He's just so adorable. XD And yeah, random pairings, FTW. Lol. Male vs. Female Sheik was an argument a few friends of mine had while they were under the influence of various substances and they were arguing over which one it would be. I had to include it. :P
UnlikeAnyOtherDay: O_O I was initially tempted to leave my review response as just that face over there, but then I realized you might take it the wrong way. XD A male friend of mine was talking to me about how I like drinking and watching (certain) sports and playing Xbox and how I write awesome yaoi, and I don't get pissed over petty stuff like most girls and he wanted to know why I'm not married yet and if I'd be willing marry him. You reminded me of Charles. XD I'm glad you like it so much dearest.
xStealthxSniperx: I don't understand why people turn off anonymous reviewing... It used to irritate me before I opened an account and started my own work that I just couldn't tell someone I liked their story for lack of an account. So to prevent that torment from happening to others, you can always review on any of my stories without an account. :D I'm so happy you like them.
iTestedGarrussReach: You are more than worthy, my love. If it weren't for kids like you reviewing my work, I daresay my fragile ego would be in tatters and I'd probably be too depressed to write. XD In my office, if I squeal... Well, they just look at me strangely and ask me if I've manage to hurt myself in a clumsy fit. XP See, I've NEVER don drugs (drinking don't count!), but I am a paranoid individual that happens to hide EVERYTHING, so the Bible idea was really my inner-sneak showing up. XD And I'm pretty sure I told you that I was fine with you borrowing Kira and Stray... Hell, I can't ever remember... Thank you for the ego-stroking. I love reading reviews or something at work. It makes everything more bearable. :)
Angel-Of-Outlaws: Thank you. I just think Soap/Ghost is too obvious to be anything but cannon, so. :P Haha. Thanks for the review, luv.
Some habits are so deeply ingrained, you can't help but keep up with them. Hangover or not, every member of Task Force 141 was awake before the sun got too far above the horizon. Thinking about it, that was probably for the best.
Roach yawned and looked at his bed-mate. Ghost. He remembered teasing the Lieutenant. He remembered the sex, how it was angry and fast and rough. He stretched and Simon opened his eyes. There was the sound of a door opening in the front of the house and shuffling footsteps. They shared a glance and a smile. Simon saluted the Sergeant and pulled himself out of bed and dressed. He waved to Stray as they passed in the hall. Alex's pants were unbuttoned and hanging low. His shirt was tossed over his shoulder and he was smiling down at his still-naked lover.
"Have fun with the XO?" Alex asked.
"Have fun with the CO?"
"Could've been better. Call me biased, but I think you're my favorite person to fuck. I think I'm too used to calling the shots." Alex crawled up the bed and kissed Gary's lips with a smirk.
"I think I'm too used to you calling the shots. Riley kept wanting to rush it all. Like it was some kind of race to get off."
Riley dropped onto the bed next to John and closed his eyes.
"Something the matter?" MacTavish asked.
"It was too tame." Ghost frowned.
"Sado-masochistic little fucker."
"How was Kennedy?"
"Hm."
"Guess that answers that question..."
"It wasn't bad. Wasn't the same, but it wasn't bad..."
"Too tame?" Ghost smirked.
"Fuck off." Soap laughed.
Kira heard Royce moving around and she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and reached for her clothes. Brandon looked a bit nervous and slightly embarrassed. She dressed with a stretch and a yawn and wandered to her own beach house.
"I think I'm allergic to her perfume. Ugh. It's all I can smell." Royce frowned.
"I think you could switch Kira and Alastair and I'd have a hard time telling the difference. He's such a little girl. Thought I was gonna break him." Archer sneered. He lit a cigarette and watched the blueish smoke rise towards the ceiling.
"I had better sex in high school. Looks like he's just too used to being on the bottom." Kira shrugged.
"Well if Eric is like how he was with me all the time, I don't see how Brandon can stand it." Alastair shuddered.
"Poor baby. Want me to make it up to you?" She cooed.
It seemed everyone wanted to take a shower, get something to eat, and laze about.
"Is it fucking raining?" Royce walked over to the large window and looked around outside.
The entire sky was a dark and angry gray. Lightning flickered behind the clouds and the sand was packed down by heavy raindrops. A shrill, piercing ring echoed through the house and Archer traced the sound back to the kitchen where a cordless phone sat on the island.
"Hello?" Stray asked.
"Number five. We're setting up for a movie. You coming?" Kira asked.
"We'll be there in ten minutes." Ghost said after glancing over his shoulder at Soap, who was rummaging through his bag, trying to find his favorite shirt.
The main room was bare of decoration except for several large bean-bags that could've passed for mattresses with their size and flat, rectangular shape. The sliding glass door had been covered with thick blankets and it would have been incredibly dark, were it not for the various candles and the light in the hallway. A large projector was hooked up to a laptop and there was an entire wall painted with the background of Alastair's computer, which happened to be a black and white picture of Kira in a graveyard.
"Creepy." Roach muttered.
He sat on a beanbag and Alex joined him. Royce and Archer were already there and waiting for the movies to start. Kira was handing out sodas and Alastair was going through a collection of DVDs, trying to decide what they should watch first. Ghost and Soap sprinted through the door, dripping and flinging water at one another, laughing like no one had heard them laugh before. John pulled his jacket off, and wrung the water out over Simon's head. The Lieutenant hissed and jumped away from the attack in a feline manner. Soap laughed harder and hung the wet coat on the coat rack with all of the other jackets. Their sandy shoes were toed off by the door and they took up the only open bean bag on the floor.
"Now that we're all here... Alastair, start the movie." Kira ordered.
"What's the magic word?" He demanded.
"Now." She glared.
Alastair realized it was a losing fight and clicked the play button after taking the screen full-size. There was a beeping and Kira squealed something about popcorn being ready.
There were several large bowls in various neon colors that were passed around full of popcorn to go with their drinks and the light in the hall was shut off. Everyone nestled down into their various bean-bag seats and inched closer to their partners.
The DVD menu showed up and Gary squealed in a very fan-girlish manner. Everyone stared at him with a collection of strange looks.
"What? I like Serenity." He pouted.
Everyone laughed and Alastair pushed play.
"Someone has a crush they didn't tell me about." Alex murmured.
"What are you talking about?" Gary whispered.
"I'm talking about that little girl giggle you get when Jayne walks on screen." Stray teased.
"Shuddup." Sanderson pouted. Kennedy smiled and kissed him quickly.
"Stop with the PDA!" Ghost yelled. He threw a handful of popcorn at the Sergeants, who kindly told him he could fuck himself.
Occasionally, one of them would get up and come back with an armload of drinks or more popcorn, but they generally remained sprawled over the floor, staring at the wall covered with the projected movie.
"Wait, so, they're after the girl because of why now?" Archer asked.
"Because she's a psychic and the fascist government was experimenting on her to turn her into a weapon and her brother broke her out, that's why." Royce explained.
"I think I like it better when it was just about explosions and cowboy-pirates in space." Eric muttered.
The film ended and there was a short-lived debate over which film they should watch next. It ended with Kira ultimately insisting that since the vacation was really her idea, that she should be the one to decide. Soap and Ghost sighed. Her favorite genres were horror and action, meaning they were either going to have to deal with copious amounts of explosions, or copious amounts of senseless gore. Rather than disappoint, she selected Drive-Thru; A movie about the ghost of a dead boy trying to kill the children of the people who killed him. And generally succeeding.
"Oh my God. Those fuckers are so obnoxious!" Archer groaned about the first characters on screen.
"Don't get too attached..." Kira warned.
"Jesus H. Christ! His head was just stuck in a fryer vat by a psychotic clown with a meat cleaver!" Royce squeaked.
"Told you not to get too attached." Kira laughed.
The film continued to progress, and while the hints as to the psycho's next victim were obvious to the audience, at least the characters were intelligent enough to eventually figure them out.
"Ahaha! Aberzombie and Bitch? That's priceless!" Stray laughed at an insult thrown on screen and he caught Roach watching him.
"What?" He asked.
"You're adorable when you laugh." Gary smiled.
"Just adorable? Not impossibly sexy or wonderfully gorgeous?"
"Shut up, freak." Sanderson kissed Kennedy, and they were again pelted by a handful of popcorn by Riley. They didn't break or pause this time, not even to flick him off. Alex's tongue outlined the American's lips that soon opened and welcomed the intrusion.
"Get a room!" Archer teased, throwing a bottle cap at them.
"No. No, they're okay." Kira breathed.
Alex's hands curled gently around Gary's face and held him close. The novelty of the two making out soon wore off and everyone returned their attention to the wall with the movie. The two parted and smiled at one another before inching closer to each other. They half-expected to hear sly comments about "Ickle Gawwie and Ickle Awwex cudduwwing duwwing a movie", but they glanced around and realized they weren't the only ones with the idea that getting close might not be a bad thing.
Royce shuddered involuntarily and almost imperceptibly as his damp clothing continued to dry. Archer pulled him closer and spotted a blanket nearby and pulled it over them. Brandon moved closer to his moody companion with a content sigh. Eric rolled his eyes and pulled him closer.
When the movie ended Kira turned the projector and laptop off and lit more candles.
"Board games!" She grinned. This was cause for more than just a little wariness from the entire crew. Kira was eccentric on her best days, and they had no way of knowing just what was in store for them.
"I brought all the fun ones, like Monopoly, Yahtzee, Bridge... I'm definitely just kidding. We have Apples To Apples, Pictionary..."
"Do we have to play something with so many rules?" Royce sighed.
"Well I guess we could all just sit on our asses and play truth or dare or something lame like that." Kira rolled her eyes.
"I liked Never Have I Ever better..." Gary muttered.
"Yeah. I liked that one too." Archer agreed.
"Oh, fucking fine. Assholes... Picking a lame game..." She muttered under her breath.
They again filled shot glasses with beer to try to avoid getting wasted too early on in the game.
"Never have I ever worked a desk job." Roach started.
Archer downed his shot, having worked one summer in a library, Kira was a teacher's assistant in high school, Alastair still did a lot of his own paperwork out of sheer paranoia that someone else would fuck it up, and the most surprising of all, Ghost had worked in an office for the first semester of his senior year in high school.
"You were a secretary?" Archer laughed.
"I could just picture him sitting behind some computer all day answering phones and telling everyone who called to go fuck themselves." Roach agreed, laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes.
"You have to dress up for this office job, Simon?" John asked with a smirk.
"So what if I did?" The Lieutenant demanded.
"Just wondering if you have any left-over suits lying around." He shrugged innocently.
"No! Absolutely not! You are not going to abandon the game in the beginning to go fuck over the concept of Riley in a suit! Forbade!" Kira yelled.
The two made a silent agreement to pick that thread up later. Kira settled back down next to Alastair and told Stray it was his turn.
"Never have I ever failed a class in school." He said smugly.
Kira said something about pre-calculus with an asshole teacher and downed her shot. Her twin took his drink and said he flunked out of physics his junior year of high school. Archer said he bombed English 9.
"Now how is it the only classes the Captain and his sister failed were during their same year of high school?" Gary asked teasingly.
"We were both sleeping with the same guy. James was one hell of a distraction... What? It's true! Ew. Not at the same time you pervert..." Kira muttered. She flicked Archer off in retaliation for his suggestive smile and the turn moved to Simon.
"Never have I ever had sex with someone in a public bathroom stall." Simon said after a moment's thought.
Gary blushed and nervously took his shot. Alex grinned and downed his as well.
"I'm not even gonna ask." Archer cringed.
"I am." Kira smiled.
"Well I'm not telling so nyah." Roach stuck his tongue out in a very cartoonish and immature way. Kira returned fire and everyone chuckled at their antics.
Stray informed everyone that he had never ever dyed his hair. Kira informed everyone that she had been a red-head for the first semester of her freshman year at college, and Alastair had apparently lost a bet in middle school that left him with neon pink hair for two months.
Ghost's turn revealed that he had never had someone break up with him. With a sad sigh, Gary took a drink, mumbling about how difficult middle school could be. John drank, as did Kira, and, after a bit of prodding by Archer, it was revealed that the boy they were both sleeping with had broken up with them. At the same time. During a conference call between the three of them. It was also revealed that James had been kidnapped and tied to a chair by a mutual friend that liked Kira and feared John more than he liked and feared the cheating bastard. The poor ex was then subjected to a horrific argument between the twins to see who would get to beat him first. He spent the next three weeks explaining the broken ribs and bruises as an unfortunate incident in which he tripped over his mother's Yorkie and fell down the stairs. Twice.
The thread of the conversation soon became more engrossing than their game, and they began to speak of long-lost loves, high school experiences, and anything else that came up. Gary started watching the DVD collection of Firefly, lying on his beanbag with Alex and a blanket wrapped around him. Everyone was similarly lounging, and alternating between watching Science Fiction violence and actually carrying on conversations.
"Alastair, after this episode, put in Moulin Rouge. I know you brought it." Kira smiled.
"Don't put in Moulin Rouge." Alex said suddenly. Kira's smile faded and she demanded to know why.
"Because... I don't think... I don't think anyone else is in the mood for something that gooey and romantic." Stray shrugged.
Roach fell victim to a sudden coughing fit, though the word "bullshit" was clear and audible. Alex slapped the back of his lover's head and Gary muttered something under his breath while he rubbed at the spot where his lover had hit him.
"I'm sure we could find something more suitable." John agreed. Ghost nodded stiffly next to him.
"Oh, fuck no. Alastair, put it in now." Kira grinned.
The movie was put in the laptop and it started to play. Everyone continued to drink and talk, and the tragic love story continued to unfold. Kira sang along with a few of the songs, and frequently the others would hum along with them.
"I didn't know you boys liked musicals." Kira smirked.
She was met with a lively chorus and dance consisting mostly of "fuck you" and the middle finger.
"You guys make it sound like there's something wrong with appreciating a beautiful love story with a depressing ending." She continued to smirk.
There were more grumbles that were chased away by various alcohols and popcorn and whatever else they could get their hands on.
Outside, the storm continued to rage, though the thunder couldn't be heard over the sound of Lady Marmalade playing inside, and the thick blankets draped over he windows prevented the lightning from being seen within. They had their little safe-haven and the goings on outside were forgotten.
"Come What May" started playing and Alex sniffled a little.
"If you start crying now, we're both fucked when the ending comes." Gary hissed. Alex nodded and took another shot. Kira knew exactly what she was doing. She knew for a fact that at least her brother got misty-eyed when Satine died... And besides, Ewan McGreagor was hot.
The story continued to progress through Zidler's insistence that Satine stop seeing Christian at once and Archer found himself suffering an unexpected allergy attack that left his eyes red and watery.
The movie carried on and it finally opened on the scene of Christian's brilliant play. Kira's eyes were locked on the screen and she moved her mouth to match the song. Alex closed his eyes and tried to look at anything but the wall where the heart-wrenching scene of Satine's final moments flickered.
"Tell our story, Christian. That way I'll-I'll always be with you." Satine whispered.
There were coughs and sneezes and sniffles abundant. The only one who wasn't bothered by the concept of being seen crying was Kira. She chewed on one corner of the blanket and sobbed as Satine whispered her love for Christian and as the two started to sing again.
Roach was looking straight up at the ceiling, hoping that if he could keep the tears from falling, no one would notice. Stray's eyes were still shut. Archer sat hunched over with the blanket wrapped around the lower half of his face, muttering something about trying to avoid breathing in whatever was making him all red-eyed. Royce was similarly bundled up and leaning against Eric's shoulder. Soap was quietly biting his tongue and silently cursing his sister. Ghost had pulled his sunglasses down and was chewing on one of his knuckles. Alastair was crying silently next to his girlfriend.
When the movie ended, every one hurried to discreetly clean themselves up.
"All of you were crying!" Kira grinned triumphantly.
"Captain, permission to murder your sister?" Roach asked through clenched teeth.
"Request denied, Sergeant." Soap sighed.
"Captain, permission to resume the thread of a previous conversation involving dress codes and preferences?" Simon asked cheekily.
"Permission granted, Lieutenant." The two of them stood up and walked to the door, putting shoes back on, grabbing jackets, and flinging the door open, letting the screaming storm outside seep into the room. There was a slam and the door was again closed, only now there were two fewer people in the room.
"Fuckers!" Kira yelled at the closed door.
Another movie was started and, from the sounds of things, it was another one of Kira's favorite low-budget horror films. Gary took a sip from his beer bottle and glanced up at the screen. He nearly choked. There were kids at a school dance vomiting blood all over the place. He closed his eyes and took another drink from the beer bottle.
"Oh my fucking God this shit is gross. Why can't I stop watching it?" Archer asked, watching the movie with a strange blend of disgust and fascination.
"I have no idea. Jesus Fucking Christ, Kira. Where in the hell do you find these movies?" Stray demanded.
"Um... Internet?" (1)
"What fucking websites are you visiting?" Roach asked with a cringe.
"My favorite ones."
There came a particularly gruesome scene in which one party-goer beat another one's head in with a fire extinguisher. Gary cringed and buried his face in Alex's neck. The sniper wrapped his arms around the American's shoulders in a comforting manner. Gary mumbled something about hating movies like this, and Alex shuddered at the fluttering of lips across his neck.
"Dude, what the fuck? Why would that stripper use that other stripper's lipstick when it's got all that goop all over it? What the hell? Dude, this shit is exactly why humanity is going to die by virus." Royce cringed.
"Shh! You're ruining my movie!" Kira hissed.
"Ugh. Fucking gross. Come on Archer. I can think of better ways to spend the next half hour than watching this shit." Royce cringed. Eric grinned and allowed himself to be pulled back out into the storm. They forgot their jackets but they didn't seem to concerned about that.
"Hey, let's go. I've always wanted to fuck you in the rain." Alex whispered huskily. Gary shuddered and rose, following him quickly out of the room and back into the rain.
"Well, now that everyone else is gone..." Alastair grinned.
The fire was burning brightly and Gary sat dangerously close to it. The rain had stopped in the early afternoon and it had turned out to be a very beautiful day once the clouds were gone. The bonfire had been recreated on the beach and there was, as expected, more drinking being done. Gary seemed to have developed a slight cold, one that Kira blamed on fucking Alex in the rain and then passing out inside instead of changing. He told her to fuck herself, and then hid behind Ghost so the Captain couldn't get to him.
Rather than having to coax a conversation out of everyone as was the case with previous nights, the Task Force seemed generally relaxed and at ease. Kira was very pleased to note that there was no tension in her brother's face and he wasn't scanning the beach for threats that may or may not actually exist. Everyone was lying around the fire, drinking and talking and grinning like fools.
"You seem pleased with yourself about something." Alastair murmured.
"My work here is done. Look at them. They aren't worried about running from psychos with guns or blowing up a building or bleeding to death on the sand... John and Simon are making sandcastles. Gary and Alex are debating Cheetos versus Funions. Eric and Brandon are throwing things at each other, without murderous intent..."
"I think Shepherd's going to have a fit when we get back and we aren't twitching and itching to shoot something." Soap murmured, inadvertently mirroring his sister's thoughts.
"I think he'll be more concerned when he realizes we followed his orders." Ghost chuckled.
"Ew! Gross! Eric! What the hell is this shit?" Royce demanded as he pulled very soggy seaweed from his hair. Archer seemed more than content to continue throwing the muck at his teammate.
"Tell me why we didn't think of this sooner?" Alex asked several minutes after Eric and Brandon had called an uneasy truce and settled in near the fire.
"Because before now we didn't have a place where we didn't have to be paranoid?" Gary offered. They were stretched out on a familiar large blanket, staring up at the sky and watching the few sparse clouds pass over the stars.
"Yeah... That could be it." The sniper laughed.
"Maybe the problem isn't that we're too paranoid about our surroundings. Maybe it's just that we're too paranoid about being seen as someone other than who we're so used to being out in the field that's stopped us from ever being like this." Royce murmured.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of a deep silence, overridden only by the crackling of the fire before Archer said, "Sweet fucking Lord. That was philosophical, poetical, and it made sense. But most shocking of all, it came from Brandon."
"Man, fuck you." Royce muttered.
There was a scattering of laughter, but it seemed everyone agreed with him too much to get any measurable deal of enjoyment from Archer's statement.
There wasn't much to be said after Brandon's startling epiphany, a few short-lived conversations, but it seemed that Stray had proved himself right as well; They had been drinking and screwing to the point of near exhaustion, and were now in the process of recovery before they'd repeat the constant drinking and screwing again.
"Hey." Gary murmured.
"Hm?"
"Thanks for suggesting we stalk the Captain and Ghost down here."
"Thanks for coming with me."
"Like I'd leave you run around on your own on a private island without me."
"Never thought that'd be the case for an instant."
"I know what we should do tomorrow." Roach smiled.
"Whassat?"
"Sleep in late, eat something microwavable and easy to prepare, possibly fuck before and after, do a few shots, fuck again, drink some more, take a nap, have wake-up sex..."
"So we should spend the next day alternating between sleeping and fucking."
"Yep. You planning on complaining?"
"Absolutely not." Alex kissed him softly, pulled him closer and looked back up at the stars...
(1): I will give you a fresh-baked internet cookie if you name the origin of this phrase. :D