Warm hazel eyes cracked open to gaze at an illuminated street. Looking around quickly, Yamamoto realized Spanner and Shoichi have done it again.
They were in the past.
Surprisingly, it did not bring such sense of nostalgia in him, yet.
All of them seemed to have landed- or rather, have been teleported- on their feet.
"Where do we go now?" Lambo asked as he scratched his head.
Everyone froze. Apparently, they haven't thought about that yet.
"I smell a fight nearby." Hibari said, starting towards a dark building in the distance.
Yamamoto's ears caught some metal sounds and he frowned. There were a few situations where they had to fight in the past, but the problem was when were they.
Gokudera sighed. "Let's just follow the guy until we figure out what to do."
Mukuro chuckled. "Kufufu, count me out of your bonding time. I will be looking around."
"I am responsible for all your asses, so don't go too far Mukuro." Gokudera scowled, walking away.
"Oya, oya, when did I start needing a babysitter?" The guardian asked as Mist enveloped him almost completely. The last thing he heard was a "When did you stop?" before disappearing from their sight. On that day, Mukuro added Gokudera Hayato to the ever-growing list of people he had to torture and kill.
"Hoo, is there some concert or something tonight?" Lambo asked, lush green eyes glinting in the moonlight.
"We don't have time for that, Lambo- kun." Chrome placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to let it go.
The teen sniffed but complied nonetheless.
"The sounds are coming from there." Yamamoto mumbled, straining to hear more than just metal on metal.
There was a sudden sound of glass breaking, making them all jump.
Hibari doubled his speed, his hands itching to grab those tonfas. Arriving at the high wall surrounding the building, he stopped suddenly, gaze never wavering from whatever was in front of him.
"What is it, cloud man?" Chrome walked closer to get a good look only for her face to contort in surprise.
"This is my school." The skylark's tone was deadpan with an undertone of malice. How dare they attack Namimori?
The rest of the guardians finally managed to catch up when another sound of breaking glass was heard. The disciplinarian did not wait to be told twice, he made to jump at his prey but the other three men held him down.
"Somebody stop the guy before he destroys everything." Gokudera said through gritted teeth, struggling with the prefect.
"Extremely calm down Hibari!" Ryohei half whispered. After so many years, he managed to speak at least half the sentence quietly.
The Cloud guardian growled, still struggling.
Lambo sighed, already used to their antics. He made to step aside and see for himself the commotion, but a sound like laughter stopped him in his tracks. It was coming from behind them.
Eyeing the bushes with a raised eyebrow, Lambo stepped slowly closer. He was just about to tell the others what he heard when everything went in slow motion. First, a black form exploded from the bush, lunging for him, but a hand on his shoulder threw him backwards. The black form deviated from its course, jumping above them and behind the fence of the school.
When time finally returned to its normal flow, Lambo did not know what to think. Hibari was already gone, Ryohei close on his heels. Gokudera swore, starting after them, with Yamamoto just a step behind. Chrome held the teen gently, remaining behind with him.
"Wh- what happened?" He asked when his brain finally made the right connections.
"Let's go, Lambo- kun."
The Mist's guardian voice broke through his haze and he managed to regain his wits long enough to shake his head and stand up quickly, dusting his white pants. He nodded and the pair made to follow when another- or the same- shadow attacked again. Fortunately, Chrome hit it with and advanced illusion before it could get close to them. Unfortunately, the shadow man only shook his head as if to clear his head a little- which was partially legit- and jumped into the bushes again.
Before Lambo could launch another barrage of questions, Chrome pulled him by his cow printed shirt and they ran.
Hibari could see only red in front of his eyes. And this time he had pretty obvious reasons for his fury.
First, they dare stay on school grounds after hours. Then, they dare trespass. Then, they dare fight on school grounds and even more, attack ex- Namimori students.
For once, the black haired man believed he had every right to bite some shadow carnivores to death.
His destination was the illuminated- whatever it was at the front of the school. He did not remember something like this happening, so he concluded it was done without his consent.
Whatever was going on, Hibari Kyoya would make sure those herbivores will learn their lesson.
Turning a corner, he was momentarily blinded by the bright beam of light streaming from seemingly everywhere. Steel grey eyes narrowed in hope of blocking most of the light. When his vision finally cleared a little, the prefect could discern a small fenced boxing ring. It looked like the light came from there.
The sight gave a small thug at his memory, but the man shoved it away. He did not have time for stupid memories right now.
From the corner of his eyes he spotted a black form walking among the blinding white. Moving with an agility that would put mostly anyone to shame, the Cloud guardian made to attack the herbivore, but a screech from behind the ring distracted him enough to falter a bit in his steps.
"Hiiiieeee! Onii- san, are you alright?"
The voice was unmistakable and the ear splitting sound was the real deal.
Scowling for allowing himself to be distracted by dead and buried omnivores, Hibari launched himself full speed towards his prey, striking to kill.
A large explosion shook the ground as tonfa collided with the pavement. The shadow evaded at the last second, jumping to the other side of the ring. The disciplinarian did not wait to be told twice, jumping after him immediately. Hibari smirked seeing his opponent in sight. He had nowhere to run.
"Trespassing herbivores will be bitten to death."
Another explosion threw dust and dirt everywhere. Hibari's hand clenched, caging his tonfas in a death grip. Now he was angry. The goddamn shadow was evading his attacks!
Scowling darkly, he took slow, deliberate steps towards the black form. It looked like it was waiting.
Before he could attack again and kill the bastard once and for all, he felt an ill intent directed at him.
A dark eyebrow raised in surprise at this, turning around just in time to par a pair of steel tonfas with his own. The owner released a growl, and Hibari saw him for the first time.
It was a familiar, but far away memory. His younger self stared at him with all the hatred he could muster.
Grey eyes locked on grey. Their staring contest would have lasted longer if not for the obnoxious yell.
"HIEEE, HIBARI- SAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Both Hibaris cringed at the same time, their expressions displaying various states of anger and bloodlust.
Hibari stepped back, his past self mirroring his actions.
"You..." The boy said, his tone anything but friendly.
"Hn, I don't have time to play with herbivores."
Past Hibari looked almost scandalized to be called such thing, but he did not have time to reply anymore, as the past guardians and omnivore caught up with them.
"Who is that, to the extreme!" Past Ryohei exclaimed- because it was not even a question at this point.
Instead of answering, Hibari looked them over, his eyes zeroing on a certain omnivore's past self. The boy gulped, a shiver crawling down his spine.
"When will you stop being a dead weight," Steel eyes glinted with an edge as sharp as a blade, "Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
The future mafia boss shivered, taking a step back, his eyes wide in fear and confusion. Reborn frowned from his position on Yamamoto's shoulder, but before he could ask anything, a shotgun went off.
Black locks of hair whipped the air as he turned his head. Expectedly, the shadow he had been tailing was still there, standing and unmoving, waiting.
That meant...
"Goddamn them and their fucking rabbit legs!" Gokudera yelled, throwing his gun down to the ground, useless. His gaze found the bastard he was looking for and scowled. Oh, he would make the guy wish he stayed home.
He closed the distance between them in three long strides, his fist grabbing the man's purple shirt.
"The hell you don't understand with the phrase 'I'm responsible for your asses' you goddamn skylark?!"
The bloody idiot had never liked team spirit, but neither did Gokudera. He would have been so much more content with not having to interact with any of them. It has always been a hassle. But that changed in time, to a light form of irritation. Unfortunately, in situations like this, he cursed the Vongola tradition of having more than one damn guardian.
The man's eyes did not display any emotion other than indifference and he tched. They did not have time for this.
Letting him go, he scanned the place only to blink when he saw who was standing just a few meters away.
"Tenth."
The boy blinked back, his voice shaky."G- gokudera- kun...?"
Before he could answer, his past self mirrored his earlier actions, grabbing the front of his red shirt.
"Oi, you, do I become the best right hand man in the future?"
The silver haired man had expected this question. Somehow, it brought a pang in his chest, and the young boss in front of him looking up with those innocent eyes did not help either. The man knew his straight forward nature, and he knew that even if he lied, he would still feel bad.
"Fuck if I know, find out yourself."
With that said, he unclenched the offending limb and stepped away, smoothing his clothing, before surveying the situation.
"Oho, what do we have here?" A joyful voice sounded from behind. "This brings back some memories, ne, Onii-san?"
"Extreme memories indeed!" Ryohei grinned, walking besides Yamamoto. The swordsman had his katana slung casually on his shoulders, while the boxer had his arms crossed.
"Ahaha, this is pretty cool!" Past Yamamoto laughed, putting his arms behind his head.
"EXTREME!" Past Ryohei yelled, throwing a fist up in the air.
"Storm man, there are eight in total." Chrome appeared next to him, successfully scaring an unsuspecting Tsuna.
"Wh- who are you!" The brunette's caramel eyes darted from Gokudera to the strange eye-patch girl in silent question.
"You will find out soon, boss." The illusionist said, turning back towards her companions.
The bomber nodded, "Did you see anything else, stupid cow?"
Lambo scratched his head. "Nah."
Tsuna gaped. "Adult Lambo!"
The teen saluted in his usual way. "Hello there, young Vongola. Please don't mind us, we are just doing an errand."
"In the past?" Reborn's high pitched voice asked, an undertone of distrust lacing it.
The Lightning guardian faltered but nodded nonetheless, his mouth pressed in a tight line.
Gokudera looked around, counting each shadow, one more time before he nodded to himself.
"I expect some goddamn info from your wanderings." He spoke seemingly to the air, but he got his answer.
A purple mist appeared around them, making everyone from the past flinch and tense, getting into attack positions. They knew who was coming, and it was not good.
"Kufufu, I suppose I have to repay the kindness." Mukuro appeared, tapping his trident on the ground as his mismatched eyes looked with amusement at their past selves.
"Some party you got here." The man whistled, smirking when both Hibari and Gokudera glared at him.
"How many idiots do we have to deal with here?" The right hand man asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Hmm, I say seven or eight." Yamamoto smiled, looking at Mukuro expectantly.
The illusionist sniffed cursing the luck the Rain guardian seemed to swim in.
Flipping his hair back, he said."Eight."
"Then we are even." Ryohei grinned, already up for a fight.
"You herbivores will do nothing. I will bite them to death for breaking the rules."
"Yes, please do that Hibari Kyoya." One of the shadows spoke, its voice echoing on the buildings around them like an otherworldly message. "There is nothing interesting to do around here." It took a step forward into the light. "I hope you will be able to provide at least some fun in this boring dimension."
The black form was fully illuminated now, but it was just that, the black form of a man. One of its arms lifted, grasping the mask covering its face and pulled it away.
The sight that greeted them made most of the people gathered in the school courtyard gasp. Hibari's eyes narrowed, glaring hatefully at the man in front of his eyes. Mukuro took out his trident, fully intending to fulfill his promise. Reborn's eyes narrowed, his attention focused precisely on the man. The Varia and Cervello watched the events unfold with an air of curiosity and confusion. Unfortunately for them, the worst was yet to reveal itself.
The shadow's dull brown caramel eyes glinted in the artificial light, a sharp edge that could signal nothing good. His black cape unraveled from around him, like a blossoming flower, displaying his crisp clean black suit and white shirt. Long chocolate locks shadowed his forehead and eyes.
"T- tenth?" Gokudera asked cautiously. At the end of the day, he could curse himself however much for stuttering in front of his boss, but right now he was confused and most of all, scared. Those eyes were not his boss's.
"Hmm," The man intoned, his mouth twisting into a sadistic smirk, "I suppose I am."
"Kufufu, you are not him." Mukuro raised his trident, pointing it at the fake. "He is dead."
"Yes, he is." Fake Tsuna said it with so much gusto that it nearly made Mukuro shrink back. His wide eyes carried a new dangerous light. "His unwavering gaze and boldness as he looked into the barrel of my gun were so delicious." The fake Tsuna almost licked his lips.
Lambo chocked, unable to comprehend what the guy was saying. He looked exactly like his older brother, yet he carried an aura exactly opposite of Tsuna's. And that scared him the most.
Hibari lifted his tonfas, preparing to attack. "Who are you?"
Steel grey eyes narrowed as the man in front of him smiled a humorless smile. "I am Sawada Tsunayoshi, of course. Have you already forgotten me?"
"Faking someone's identity is against the rules in Namimori. You will be bitten to death." Hibari stepped forward, fully intending on ending the guy, when he burst out laughing.
"Are you sure you lot are not just fucking scared shitless because I look like that wimpy bastard?" The fake's smile slowly morphed into a smirk. "The dead live as long as their name is remembered."
A sudden rush of wind and the glinting steel of a tonfa was all the warning he got before Hibari slammed his weapons in his stomach, sending him flying into the school wall.
Gokudera stepped forward as well, a new gun pointed at his head. "Where is the ring?"
The fake's happy face and behavior were such contrast, that it made the bomber want to throw up. How dare he display his boss's expressions on his twisted persona.
"What ring?"
Gokudera pulled off the safety. "The Vongola Ring that you bastard stole."
"Ah." Fake Tsuna's mouth twitched. Gokudera knew from years of experience that he was trying not to smile.
"You have to find out."
Before the bomber could question him further- or at least pull the trigger- another shadow slammed into him, sending him flying into Hibari and onto the ground. The prefect growled, getting up and attacking the new enemy, but the shadow evaded, removing its mask.
Some people from the back gasped once more when his face came into view.
Gokudera Hayato scowled darkly, glaring at the sitting brunette. The fake boss glowered back, moving to stand.
"I told you-"
"Fuck you and your orders." The silver haired fake spat, his eyes finding his double. "I'm gonna smash the shit out of them and then you are next." He pulled out a gun from his suit jacket aiming straight at his other self.
Fake Tsuna's glare could not be more deadly. "You dare defy me?" His voice was colder than ice. The question sounded more like a warning than a demand.
"Hell if I care. I'm sick of holding your train. You bastards are on your own, too." He threw a look over his shoulder.
As if awaiting this signal, the other shadows moved as one, each one jumping to face a guardian.
Yamamoto pushed past Tsuna and the others back safely, gesturing them to keep the distance. When he turned back, his warm hazel eyes met blank light brown. The Rain guardian blinked a few times, not quite coming to terms with the fact that he was currently facing his other self. He looked exactly the same, but the expression on his face was indifferent and his eyes displayed nothing but emptiness. All in all, he did not look too friendly.
Fake Yamamoto lifted his sword, the grey steel glinting under the light, and suddenly his eyes filled with a light that the guardian had only seen in his craziest targets. Blaring alarms sounded in his head and he brought his own sword up just in time to par his opponent.
The sudden clash surprised Ryohei and he glanced back to see Yamamoto with another Yamamoto locked in battle. He raised an eyebrow, extremely confused. First, a strange Sawada appeared, now a Yamamoto. Unfortunately, he did not have time to ask, as he felt a dangerous presence attacking him. He moved his head to the right just in time to avoid a dangerous fist. Looking back, he started when he locked eyes with... himself. The guy's eyes were blazing with unrestricted fury and his face was contorted in rage.
"Why are you so extremely mad?" He could not help the question that spilled from his mouth. His other self seemed to become even more enraged.
Fake Ryohei drew back, preparing another attack, as he answered. "Because you are extremely alive. I WILL MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF THAT." He roared before he attacked, sending Ryohei flying away.
Lambo jumped and dived in time to not be squashed by the Sun guardian. He was so scared, he could barely move. He would have given everything to go home at that moment. Too bad luck was not on his side.
Standing up, he came face to face with a smirking teen. The other Lambo cracked his knuckles, looking eager to fight.
"I am going to slam you into the ground so hard you're not gonna need a dug grave." The fake took out his horns, placing them at the sides of his head.
Lambo's eye twitched. Did the guy just threaten him or he was just messing him? Either way, the bastard was going down.
"The fuck did you just say to me?" The teen could care less about the idiot right hand man and his warnings. The first step to intimidating your enemies was to talk big. And that, Lambo could do very good. Mirroring the fake's earlier actions, he placed his horns on both sides of his head. Emerald eyes narrowed on his still smirking enemy.
"I'm going to level you!" Fake Lambo laughed maniacally, lightning erupting from the horns.
Lambo begged to defy. "Only when you'll get on my level." He stepped forward, green lightning enveloping him from all sides.
"Lambo- kun..." Chrome frowned softly watching the boy get too fired up. She was concerned he was going to get hurt and she did not like it. She should help him. Moving to do just that, the girl jumped back when she saw a person close to her face, staring.
Amethyst eye locked on its twin and the girl realized with desperation that she was staring at her own self. The girl did not look different from her, and her eye was displaying a curious light, but not for long.
Suddenly, her double narrowed her eye and scrunched her nose.
"Ew, what hideous bitch you are."
Chrome swallowed her earlier assessment. This was certainly not what she expected.
"Oh well, no trouble. I will make sure to skewer you good. I haven't had a good fight in years. Don't worry, I will not torture you for long." The fake spoke seriously, sliding the tips of her fingers along her trident's surface.
Swallowing back her acrid response and some vomit from the horrible personality-double or not- Chrome summoned her trident as well, letting her mafiosa side take over for once.
"I will remember your demands when you beg for mercy." She answered, summoning her best gruesome illusions.
Mukuro's mouth almost dropped, almost. His precious Chrome was not only answering back, but she was even threatening her enemy. That was such rare sight, the illusionist thought he had imagined it.
Looking back, his eyes found his other self. The man was simply looking at him curiously, studying. What?
Mukuro did not want to know. Mismatched eyes narrowed.
"Well, aren't you going to attack me?" For him to urge his enemy to attack him first, it was almost ironic, almost.
His double blinked at actually being addressed and shrugged, arranging his hair nonchalantly. "No, I don't like to dirty my hands with fighting you. If you would just drop dead, it would be great."
Mukuro's eyebrow shot up in surprise.
"Of course, it would be a great pleasure to torture you. I've always wanted to hear myself scream in agony." Fake Mukuro licked his lips, his eyes displaying every bit of the crazy man he really was.
Mukuro almost vomited, almost. To hell with him and his crazy fucking personality. He would admit even out loud, that he was not that twisted. And after today, he is sure he will never be.
"You just gave me maladies, please don't open your mouth again. Die."
Illusion clashed with illusion, as he jumped at his double, the tridents clashing loudly.
Hibari Kyoya tried his best to ignore the pineapple headed herbivore fighting his idiot self behind him, and occupied himself with anticipating his next fight. Surely his other self must be powerful. He could not wait to see what was in store for him.
Fake Hibari did not look any different. His grey eyes were indifferent and his face devoid of any emotion.
Hibari lifted his tonfas, clearly preparing for a fight, but he blinked when he saw his other self do nothing but stare at him.
Raising an eyebrow, he attacked anyway- because why the hell not. The other Hibari avoided him, but did not make any move to counter attack. Trying this another few times, the prefect growled.
"Fight me herbivore."
Yes, now the guy would fight. Hibari knew best his own weaknesses, and he knew that the word fight was the magic word, while the word herbivore clearly meant a demand from the other person to die.
Fake Hibari remained impassive, however. "I am not going to." He crossed his arms, "I don't like to fight."
In that moment, it was clear that this could not be any person even remotely related to him. Hibari could not even look at the bastard anymore. His eyes searched for something to smash, immediately.
"You weak ass herbivore stay here and rot. I am going to fight with that carnivore." He made to leave, but his fake's voice stopped him.
"Did you just say that he is more powerful than me?"
A black eyebrow shot up. Oho, he pressed the right button. "Yes, obviously. You can see it with the naked eye."
Fake Hibari scowled. "How dare you compare me with that monstrosity. You will regret it."
Another eyebrow shot up at the stressed word, but he decided to throw his questions to the wind. He got his wish and he will make the best of it.
Gokudera cursed, eyeing the guy in front of him. The man seemed pretty serious in fighting him to death. Unfortunately, the bomber could not afford to lose here. From the corner of his eye he saw the others fighting with their clones as well. The man could not even begin to ask who or what were they.
These fakes looked too good to be just that, but their personalities were so contrasting with theirs, that it was almost ironic.
"I don't have time for this. Where did you hide the ring?!"
Emerald eyes glared at his boss's fake. The man did not move a muscle, looking back at him with an empty gaze. Suddenly, his mouth twisted into a smirk, his right arm lifting from under the cloak to reveal a hand adorned with the Vongola Ring.
"Right here." The man's eyes glinted, inviting them to come closer.
Yamamoto made to step around his clone, but the fake did not waste any time in attacking again, effectively blocking him from making any moves.
"Tch." The right hand man scowled. His fingers itched to activate his Vongola Gear, but held himself back. Something tugged at his brain, invoking a long lost memory.
"But Tenth, why?" A younger Gokudera Hayato almost demanded, staring questioningly at his boss.
The brunette man shifted, his regal posture never wavering, caramel eyes gazing in sadness at the scattered corpses around them. The other guardians gathered as well, most of them staring in confusion at their boss.
"Kufufu, Sawada Tsunayoshi, are you chickening out now? The mission was to eliminate this famiglia. It's too late to be sorry for them." Mukuro frowned when the brunette did not offer any answer. He kept staring in the distance, his mind elsewhere.
"Tsuna..." Yamamoto began uncertainly.
"Did you have to slaughter them all like this?" The small voice was so soft, it would have been lost in the wind if one would not be paying attention.
"N- no, but wasn't this what we were ordered to do, Sawada?" Even the ever sunny guardian was feeling uncertain now.
Their boss's behavior now contrasted greatly with what they expected. Before the mission began, Tsuna's resolute eyes told them to complete it without fail. They had to. Reborn and the others would not tolerate any failure, and that was very clear. But now, their boss was simply staring at the ground again, his sad eyes making Lambo almost cry.
He could not see Dame- Tsuna like that. It was their fault, it seemed. The brunette had been adamant in not letting the teen participate, but Reborn did not want to hear any word of argument, so Tsuna had had a long discussion with the younger boy, preparing him for what was about to happen and asking him to keep as much distance as he could.
Even through all this, Tsuna knew that everything was Reborn's making. The hitman's intentions were clear: kill or be killed. And despite his brother's protests, Lambo had to defend himself from the guy who attacked him.
"We had executed the baby's mission perfectly. What more do you want from us herbivore?"
Even Hibari was getting impatient now. His bloody hands twitched, wanting to grab his tonfas and kick the mouse's ass.
"No, you did nothing wrong." His voice was surprisingly steady for the grave expression on his face. Caramel eyes regarded them with an understanding softness that was not supposed to be offered to killers. His smile was sad, yet comforting.
"Can I..." he began quietly, unsure, "Ask you all something?"
Most of the guardians blinked but nodded. Anything he wanted.
"I don't want you to use the Vongola Gear from now on."
The statement brought a fresh wave of confusion upon them.
"Tsuna, is everything ok-" Yamamoto was already alarmed.
"Yes, it's fine." The brunette laughed, though his eyes were still sad. "I just don't want to use the Vongola Gear for such thing. It is supposed to bring the Vongola into a new era, not continue the violence."
Hibari and Mukuro's eyebrows rose in question, but before anyone could say anything else on the matter, Tsuna was already waving them off.
"Ju- just don't use them until I give you permission. You can treat it as training too. Fighting with Vongola Gear is too easy, right?" His small chuckle was devoid of any amusement.
Not having any other choice, they conceded back then.
The bomber scowled, trying to come up with a new strategy. He knew that it was stupid, this situation was going from bad to very bad, and his boss was not with them anymore. In light of all this, using the Gear should be the obvious thing. But he could not, and as he looked at the others, they seemed to think the same. It always amazed the bomber how his boss managed to retain control on the sly illusionist and the bastard prefect. Those two were the biggest weak links in their family, in his opinion. Not that they would betray them or something like this, but you can never be sure if they are going to come, or help, so he was obviously surprised when they really showed up. Only Tsuna had managed this in the past. Thankfully, they still had some neurons to realize the situation was bad enough to require their presence.
Risking another look behind, he saw Yamamoto trying to lose his clone and lunge for the ring; Ryohei and Chrome were locked in fists and trident fights, the two Lambos were the only pair that was already fighting with flames- if one went by the amount of explosions produced. Gokudera sighed in relief seeing Mukuro and Hibari looking like they enjoyed their fights. At least something good came out of this situation. He could use this against them later.
Ignoring his throbbing head that was swarming with unanswered questions, he tried to push them away for safe storage so he could concentrate on the guy in front of him.
His fake's glare was so heated, that he could almost feel the scorch. Huffing, his fingers closed around the trigger of the revolver from his belt.
What best way to start your evening, if not with a good old mafia brawl.
a/n: dun dun dunnn (jk)... who didn't see a cliche flashback coming there?
As promised I have the chapter up by tonight xD (looking at you Aky hehe o3o )
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chappie tomorrow
A huge thank you to Tatanka, I hope you continue to enjoy my story :D
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