Thanks, you guys, for the positive feedback. Since you left reviews for the first chapter, I wrote another one for everyone…plus I sort of like writing for this story over the ones on my other accounts. Anyway, please keep reviewing, loves, because they'll keep the chapters coming your way.

This chapter will be Gale/Gajevy, the thief and the concubine. Enjoy, everybody, and thanks to those who are patiently waiting for Jerza or more Nalu. I hope you like Gale's story. :)

Gajeel was in his element, swimming through the shadows. He pulled his hood farther over his face as he ran, anticipation pulsing through him. It was a clear night, but the chilled air that whispered in his ears as he sprinted over the rooftops hinted at an impending storm.

It almost seemed that Gajeel could feel the energy of the lightning crackling in the atmosphere despite the lack of rain and thunder. Gajeel had never been wrong about storms before.

But maybe he was this time. Maybe the storm he thought he smelled was actually within him. Maybe the swirling thunderheads were actually just his own stormy emotions. It was something alike to excitement within him, slamming against the walls of his heart and urging his feet to go faster.

It was a familiar feeling now. He spent his life on the edge, living wherever he wanted, taking whomever he wanted, stealing whatever he wanted. The adrenaline was what validated his existence. That's how it all started. Gajeel was a free spirit, strong, wild, independent…but he was tied down now.

As Gajeel ran, he thought back to that night, when he first saw her. Panther, Gajeel's occasional accomplice, had scoffed and told Gajeel that he should tone down his thieving. Panther had always worried that Gajeel was too ambitious, that he would get caught. Gajeel, of course, had to prove him wrong. Gajeel could break in anywhere, take anything.

So Gajeel chose the hardest place to break into. The palace. It had been difficult, of course, but it wasn't anything Gajeel couldn't handle. He was a thief, he belonged in the shadows and used them to get past wall after wall of guards.

It didn't matter what he was going to steal, as long as he brought it back to Panther as proof that he was the best. Gajeel silently slid down the red tiled palace roof and grabbed the edge, holding on tight and swinging himself down. He landed on the wood with a slight tap and crept up to the nearest room. There was no one inside, so he stepped in, making sure to stay low and alert.

The room was dark, quiet. It seemed to be some sort of storage room, with shelves lining the walls and chest pushed up against them, a couple huge barrels in the corner. He walked over to one of the shelves and his eyes scanned it quickly. It was mostly glass bottles and boxes, a couple of books here and there. One thing stood out to him, and he immediately decided to use it as proof. It was a small figurine of a fox, made of white marble.

Gajeel stashed it away in his pocket and turned to leave. Just as he did so, he heard the heavy footsteps of guards. He ducked down and listened closely as the footsteps got closer, hiding his body behind one of the huge barrels.

"A shame, really." The voice was deep, but showed incredible emotion. Just from those three words, Gajeel could tell the guard truly did feel sorry.

"It's not completely bad, though," said another voice. This one was lighter, energetic and rushed like it belonged to an impressionable kid, "I mean, she still gets to live a comfortable life."

Gajeel frowned. She? His interest was peaked.

The first man was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke his voice seemed even sadder, "She's only here as a trophy, Michio, and the worst past is that she knows it. She's too smart for her own good."

"But she's definitely beautiful enough to be a concubine," Michio said. Gajeel could hear the wonder in his voice.

Gajeel shook his head as he heard the guards walk past. The emperor was a vain man, but he never knew it was this bad. He took many beautiful women into his harem, but I guess he had so many that he didn't even use them all. Being an unused concubine…Gajeel grimaced as he silently walked towards the doorway. Or maybe she was used, but less than the others…still, it would bring shame to her family.

Gajeel turned around the corner, but immediately backed back into the room. He'd almost walked directly into someone, though it seemed that she hadn't noticed. Her face was buried in a book as she walked.

Gajeel crossed his arms, looking at her. There was a spark of curiosity in him strong enough to keep him in such a dangerous situation. It surprised him how delicately beautiful she looked, almost ethereal. She had pale, soft-looking skin and was slender. Her face was small and perfectly round, silhouetted by her short, shining bluish hair. She paused a few feet from Gajeel, unknowing, and lowered her book. She slowly shut it and her dark, shining eyes narrowed as if she were deep in thought. She clutched the book to her chest as if it were the most valuable thing in the world and smiled.

That confused Gajeel. She was smiling because she was reading a book? Was it really that fascinating? What was even in it? And most importantly, did she always smile like that…like a little fragile spirit, like she had to be protected from even a little breeze, because it could blow her beauty away from him?

Gajeel was suddenly aware that he was unconsciously stepping out of the shadows. He quickly hid himself away again, trying to stop the urge to get closer to her and find out if she was even real. She glowed in the moonlight, her shining silvery clothes making her look even more like a lovely spirit in Gajeel's eyes. He blinked furiously, trying to get the strange haze to go away.

But he couldn't. She stood there in the moonlight smiling with a book in her hands, completely still and lost in thought. Gajeel watched her, his breath suspended and his knuckles white from where he clutched a shelf. He watched intently as she set the book down beside her and looked up. But when she looked away from her book, there was an unbearable sadness in her eyes. She took a lock of her hair and twisted it around her thin finger.

But why was she sad? Gajeel leaned forward, as if such a simple movement could reveal all her secrets to him.

Then it occurred to him. She couldn't just be human, could she? Not when she was this beautiful, she couldn't. Tsuki-Yomi himself, the moon god, had probably touched her, given her a bit of himself so she could walk among the people with the lovely light of the moon around her. There was no other explanation, because she looked like she fit in with the moonlight so perfectly. Gajeel felt worlds away from her suddenly. He was a man of the shadows and she was a creature of the light.

Gajeel suddenly realized Tsuki-Yomi was a cruel god, because he could only look at her, never get closer, never unravel her secrets or touch that moonlit skin. Cruel indeed.

She sighed and picked up her book. She stepped away and left the world in darkness again. Gajeel slipped away. Her world was different from his. He belonged in the shadows.

But even after he left, that lovely spirit of the moon haunted him, gracing his thoughts and tricking him into seeing her everywhere. Every moment he was away from her, he craved to see her again. He wanted to experience that light again, to see her delicate features and gentle movements.

And so he snuck into the palace again and again just to see her, to get closer to the light that always made him feel so fulfilled. With time, he'd amassed a collection of memories, moments with her that he treasured, hoarded like a dragon and his gold.

The first time he heard her laugh was one of his favorites. It was such a loud, clear sound, shockingly so for someone so small. She'd seemed genuinely happy then, a difference from her usual self. She often cried, sometimes used her enchanting voice to sing her feelings away through sad song. Gajeel would always feel close to her in those moments, when she was her saddest. Maybe it was because he felt the same; there was an unending sadness hiding behind his carefree life, a hole that he could never seem to fill with stolen goods or cheap women.

But she wasn't always sad. She would smile around books, find small delights in the world around her, like the birds chorusing outside her window or the pale lilies that floated calmly on the still waters of the pond in the palace gardens.

With every visit he began to need her light more and more. And so Gajeel stood above her room now, his heart pumping and his nerves tingling. He sat down, listening intently. He looked out over the palace. It was twilight now, the time between day and night when the trees still cast long shadows across the land, but with each passing moment those shadows dimmed.

A humming came from the room below Gajeel, and he leaned back against the roof, letting his muscles relax. It was the tune to a lullaby, one that women often sang to their children. It was her voice; Gajeel could clearly tell the difference now.

But did she have a child? That was impossible, right? Gajeel sat up and leaned over the edge of the roof. His dark hair fell down around his face and he blew it out of the way. She began to sing the words.

Sleep, sleep - you're a good little boy, sleep now.
Little boy, where's your nursemaid gone? Across that mountain, back to her home.

Gajeel leaned as far forward as he could until he could see into her room. Just as he thought, there was no child there. She was singing to herself in front of her mirror, a pile of paper in front of her and a brush in her hand, the tip black with ink.

But if she didn't have a child, why was she singing a children's song? Gajeel was too immersed in his thoughts, and his hand slipped. Gajeel tumbled into the light.

He kept his eyes shut tightly, biting down the pain in his shoulder. Her humming had stopped and for some reason that brought a quiet sadness down on him.

"Who are you?" Her voice was rushed, a little timid. Gajeel slowly opened his eyes and turned his head. She'd stood up and was staring at him. A rush of feelings surged within him. This was the first time she'd actually looked at him. Though her face was marred with worry and a spark of fear shone in her eyes, she seemed so much more beautiful when he was monopolizing her attention.

Gajeel sat up and looked at her, holding his painful shoulder. He slowly stood and she watched him closely. Levy had never seen this man in the palace before, and her father had told her that many people would want her dead, that she was a disgrace and would be hated for it. Perhaps this man was one of those people, maybe he was here to kill her.

She couldn't quite make out his face from where she stood, but she could see that he was tall, well built, and poorly groomed. He stepped forward and she panicked, holding her hand up as if it would defend her from him, "Don't come closer. I'll scream."

He froze instantly, but he'd come close enough that the light from her candle revealed him to her. He was wearing dark clothes that exposed his chest to her and she felt her face heat up. She was a virgin, despite being a concubine, and was easily embarrassed by such things.

Her gaze wandered the length of him. His arms were just as muscled as his chest was. Sharp shadows stood out on his skin, cast from the lines of his chest. His hair was long, pitch black, messy like he hadn't washed it in a long time. His features were sharp, his defined jawline dusted with stubble. Metal hung from his face in a few places, shining and shimmering in the candlelight.

What surprised her most, though, were his eyes. They seemed to glow red in the dark. They weren't hostile, though; somehow, she could tell that he wasn't there to hurt her. If she hadn't seen that spark of gentleness in his eyes, she might have thought him an oni, a demon with glowing eyes come to steal her away. On second thought, being stolen away from the palace didn't seem so bad.

"I'm…I won't hurt you," he said, his voice coming out husky, with awkward pauses like he didn't know what he was doing.

She stared at him for a moment and slowly sat down. He seemed to relax a little. "Who are you?" she repeated, calmer this time.

"Redfox," he said, standing rigidly, "Gajeel."

"McGarden," she said quietly, "Levy." She blinked. Unexpected. He looked almost nervous standing in her room, like he didn't know what he was doing or why he was here. She decided to ask him just that. "I don't mean to be rude, but this is my sleeping quarters," she said quietly, watching him closely, "What might a man like you need here?"

You, Gajeel thought, but stifled the confession before it tumbled from his lips just as he'd fallen from the roof. He cleared his throat instead, making absolutely sure he wouldn't accidently scare her even more by stepping back a bit.

"Don't run from me," she said quickly, leaning forward and staring at him. He froze, coming back into the light. "Answer my question." She was a brave little girl, wasn't she? But of course she was. She'd captured him, hadn't she?

"Wrong room?" he said, but it didn't sound believable even to his own ears. He closed his eyes, regretting that.

She was silent and then stood again, approaching him. She really was small. He was at least two heads taller than her. The corner of his lip lifted at that thought. Levy noticed it immediately and stared for a moment before returning to his oni eyes.

"You're a thief, aren't you?" she said.

Gajeel's breath caught. She was sharp. He stared down at her in surprise and then amusement welled up inside him. He laughed and Levy's eyes narrowed. She liked his laugh, despite how absurd it was.

"How in the hell did you figure that out?" he asked, delight still in his eyes.

"You look like one, Gajeel. Like an unwashed, sketchy criminal," she replied. He frowned.

"I wash," he grumbled, trying to distract himself from the fact that she'd just said his name and annoyingly girly butterflies were rampaging in his stomach. He put his hand over it, trying to clip their wings with his mind. It didn't work.

She smiled, "I'm sure you do, you just don't look like it. Cut off that mop on top of your head and you'd look better…though I'm fairly certain you'll never get rid of that shifty feeling about you."

Gajeel relaxed. She wasn't scared of him. They stood there in silence for a second. The moment sobered, and Levy spoke again, "But you're not here to steal anything, are you, Gajeel?" She stepped closer to him. She wouldn't hurt him. That was their mutual understanding, like they'd known each other for a long time and had no reason to doubt the other's intentions.

Gajeel was struck again by how spectacular she was as she approached him. With each step she took, Gajeel fell further, his eyelids sliding down as he looked down at her. She glowed in his eyes, a radiance around her even in the dim candlelight. Gajeel couldn't help it; he told her the truth.

"I come here because I have to…there's someone who's more important than anything," he said, closing his eyes for a moment. His words rang in the silence around them. Gajeel had never cared for much, not even the things he'd stolen. It was in that moment, with Levy's eyes on him, that he realized that the hole that had haunted him his whole life couldn't be filled with objects or money…there was only one thing that could make Gajeel whole.

A tiny smile graced Levy's face. The moment she'd looked into Gajeel's eyes, she could tell he wasn't evil, and yet he was a criminal, a thief who surrounded himself in darkness. She'd spent her life in the spotlight, people watching her, judging her. Suddenly, to Levy, Gajeel's life seemed so appealing. She wanted to walk in the shadows, hide from the stares of others with him.

She looked up at him, craning her neck so she could look into his eyes. They were so dark, his gaze rough and intimidating from years of tough living. Behind the fierceness, his scary appearance…was a softer man. Despite his fractured self, it was clear he had found something, something to live for and fight for.

Levy couldn't help but envy him.

"Someone who's more important than anything?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and hugging herself. Envy's green fingers warped her heart painfully. Whoever this person was, they could walk with Gajeel like she'd found herself aching to do. The emperor could care less about her, and she wanted an escape, a freedom from the blinding world she wasted away in. Despite how she hated to admit it, sometimes books weren't enough.

"This person is in the palace?" Levy asked, looking up at him again. Gajeel had been staring at her, unable to really stop himself.

"She's here," he said, "So I come here to see her."

Levy's eyes fell. So it was a woman. "She must be very beautiful to have captured a man like you," Levy said, turning and taking a couple steps. He was a criminal, but he was still ruggedly, dangerously handsome and mysterious. Levy loved mysteries, because she could learn from them…and Gajeel was the biggest mystery she'd even encountered.

Gajeel smirked, "Very."

Levy frowned. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know, but she asked despite her doubts, "Who is she?"

"My moon spirit," Gajeel said, coming to stand directly behind her. Levy froze and turned to look at him, but as she turned she almost completely closed the space between them. She didn't dare breath because, if she had, their chests would have touched. Levy stared, admiring his muscles for a moment.

She licked her dry lips. "Your…" she paused, trying to ignore her pulse, "Moon spirit?"

"She's special, full of light. More beautiful than anyone I've ever seen. Better than us normal people," Gajeel said, lowering his face so that he could see hers. She looked so perfect up close. Her lashes were so long that they nearly hid her midnight eyes from him. Her hair fell down gracefully around her shoulders, which were exposed by her silvery dress. Gajeel wanted her, all of her…but even more so, he didn't want to scare her. With great concentration, he was able to pin his hands to his sides.

"I'm sure she is," Levy said, the words sticking uncomfortably in her throat briefly before she managed to force them out, "She has you, right?"

Gajeel laughed again, quieter this time. A lock of his hair fell down and gently touched Levy's arm. She shivered. "I'd never met her until today, Shortie."

Levy's eyes lit up, that one sentence causing a tornado of excitement and anger within her. Levy was brilliant. She'd always thought of it as a curse, but in that moment she was grateful for it. It was her intelligence that allowed her to instantly know the meaning behind Gajeel's words. She pressed her palm against his chest and stood on her tiptoes, "I'm not short, you're just Daidarabochi, stomping your giant feet and leaving lakes in your path like a—"

Gajeel felt light. His will slipped through his fingers. Her small hand was warm against his skin, her little, round, angry face was so close to his now. He chuckled and wrapped her up in his arms, picking her up so he could look directly into her eyes. She squeaked, and her angry ranting ended immediately.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him, her feet dangling above the ground. Levy looked into his eyes and couldn't hide her smile. She knew it was strange…she'd just met him and everything about this encounter seemed peculiar, yet she loved it. She wanted to stay in his arms, to feel his heart beat pounding against hers, to hide away from the world with him.

"Screw Tsuki-Yomi," Gajeel growled. Levy's smile widened. Maybe Gajeel was a criminal, but he didn't seem like a stranger to her. "You're my moon spirit now," he said, holding her close to him. He wanted to kiss Levy more than anything, but something held him back. He was unsure; could he take her for himself without pushing her away from him? If he gave in to his feelings for her, would she disappear in front of his eyes?

Levy could see his doubts, the subtle fear hidden behind his fierce oni eyes. She had to extinguish that fear, do away with it so that he knew what she felt. She slowly put a hand on either side of his face and looked him in the eyes. She smiled at the slight roughness of his jaw, at the little prickles of his stubble. "Then you're my gentle oni," she whispered. She could understand his true nature by just looking at him, though Gajeel himself couldn't.

She spoke the truth, too. She was going to take Gajeel for herself. He would be her escape, he would be the one to whisk her away from her life. He would be her shadow, her counterpart…hers and hers alone. She'd never had someone love her. The emperor had so many women that he didn't even glance at her, a flat-chested woman originally of a lower class. He'd picked her up long ago, but it seemed he'd forgotten about her…Levy had always wondered what he'd even seen in her.

Gajeel, though, was different. He looked at her with those dark red eyes and it was clear to her that he admired her, wanted to have her. She was a person, too, and she was tired of being alone. She wanted to hear him say it, that he loved her. She'd always wanted to hear those words, so much that it didn't truly matter who they came from. But Levy knew he wouldn't say them…he was too tough to admit it to her.

But his eyes were enough for her, at least for now. They were enough proof. So Levy made sure he wouldn't look away from her. She tilted his face up with her hand and lowered her lips to his.

Gajeel was frozen. Levy had always been so far away in his eyes. Now, though, she was finally in front of him, like he'd been looking through the wrong end of a spyglass. Levy was trapped in his arms, touching him without an ounce of fear in her heart. She wouldn't vanish, couldn't vanish…not when Gajeel's arms were so tight around her. Gajeel was chained to her, his heart and his body, and he hadn't realized until that moment how that connection went both ways…

Levy held onto the end of the chain that bound Gajeel tightly and Gajeel welcomed it; their connection was exhilarating to both of them, something neither had previously experienced.

Gajeel savored the taste of her. It all seemed so unreal to him, so much so that he began to think it was really a dream. As he carried Levy's small body across the room, he grasped her ass tightly and relished in the little squeak she rewarded him with.

This was definitely a dream. Gajeel, hesitant to let go of her for fear that he was right, held her wrists tightly as he lay her down on her bed. He leaned over her and stared at her, needing to store this image in his mind.

A deep blush had spread across Levy's cheeks and crept all the way down her neck. Her tongue waited between her lips for his. Her eyes were wide, looking up at him with a confident gleam. His moon spirit must have crept into his dreams again to taunt him. A tiny flame of anger flared inside of him; Tsuki-Yomi's trickery was never ending.

Levy saw the anger in his eyes but hid her confusion from him. She didn't want him to stop, to decide she wasn't worth it just as the emperor had. She leaned closer so that her face was near to his and barely touched his collarbone with her lips. "Shortie," he growled.

She could feel the vibration of his deep voice beneath her hands, but the nickname angered her a little. She kissed his neck as he started to turn his head, and bit down on his warm skin. That gesture encompassed both her frustration and her desire.

It was enough to snap Gajeel back to reality. That tiny, adorable pain let Gajeel realize what was happening wasn't a dream. His moon spirit was in his arms waiting for him, unbearably, delightfully mad at him for calling her Shortie.

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, wasting no time in sliding his hand down the length of her while pulling the silvery silk away to reveal her to him. He'd imagined it many times, but the reality was so much better. Her slim, pale body shone against his dark, tanned skin in the warm candlelight.

He lowered his face to her chest and kissed her, again and again, tasting the slight sweetness of her skin. As he nuzzled her, she gently buried her fingers in his hair. She watched him, watched his tongue slide across her breast, his eyes shut and his metal subtly reflecting the candlelight. She lay there, enjoying every moment of the attention Gajeel gave her and occasionally touching him in return.

Gajeel looked up as Levy tucked her fingertips beneath the scratchy fabric of his shirt. She hated the feel of it against her, and she wanted it gone. He looked into her eyes as she eased it off of his shoulders. When it was finally gone, she lay back down, simply staring at him. He understood her command as soon as she looked at him, spreading her legs.

Each shockwave of sensation he gave her she would in turn touch him, reward him with her skin on his. Each time she touched him, he would work harder, push harder with his tongue to please her. And he wanted to please her, make her cry out in pleasure so she wouldn't forget about him, so that when he inevitably had to leave, she would miss him every second. He wanted to leave his mark in that brilliant mind of hers.

And that's just what he did. Levy couldn't help herself now. She couldn't stop gasping, crying out into the darkness as she grasped Gajeel's wrist where it lay on her thigh. She guided Gajeel's other hand back to her chest with the other, wanting to mix all of the newly discovered sensations together.

Gajeel watched intently as her moment finally came. He attuned every one of his senses to her. He listened to her sexy cry, watched her back arch and her eyes squeeze tightly shut, tasted the bead of salty sweat trickling along her skin, felt her muscles tense around him and her hand tighten around his wrist. He grabbed her hand and wove his fingers together with hers. He rose to his knees and looked down at her, sliding his tongue along his lips as he felt satisfaction and pride explode inside of him.

"Gajeel," she gasped, a tiny smile on her shining lips. He smirked at how sensitive she was. He pressed his hands down on the futon on either side of her head. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, reaching up to rest her hands on the back of his neck.

He leaned down and kissed her again, slowly and softly this time. "I won't," Gajeel said suddenly.

She opened her eyes, looking up at him. She brushed his hair away from his face. "Hm?" she questioned. Her body was still buzzing, so she couldn't focus on much of anything other than how close his hot skin still was to hers or how sexy that slight sheen of sweat was on his chest.

"One day, Levy," he whispered into her ear, "But not today."

The meaning of his words simultaneously made her heart sink and soar. Was it because he didn't want her? No. The slight pain reflected in his eyes as he said those words told her otherwise. The promise behind his words reassured her. One day.

"I won't hurt you," he said sternly. His voice was rough, but his hands were gentle on her face, stroking her cheeks and her lips like they were precious gems. "Until you want me to."

Levy immediately closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest. Gajeel's eyes went wide, surprised at her sudden embrace. "What are you-"

"You're mine now, Gajeel," she said into his chest. Those words sounded so good to him. He didn't mind being hers if it meant he could be with her, didn't mind submitting himself to her will if he would be able to touch her and taste her again. Gajeel quietly laughed and put a hand on her tiny head.

"Yeah, ok," he said, blushing a little. She pulled away and looked up at him.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. He'd given her something that he didn't yet realize the significance of, and it made her whole.

Gajeel stared down at her, wondering why she looked like she was about to start crying. His ears twitched as he was ripped from the moment, a chorus of voices sounding from the hallway on the other side of the sliding doors that led to Levy's room. Gajeel scowled and looked back to Levy.

"Go," she said, a tiny bit of fear and urgency in her voice. He nodded and quickly went to pull his shirt on. He turned to look at her as he ran across the room, then doubled back. He leaned down and kissed her again, then pressing his lips against her neck and sucked hard.

"Ow," Levy whimpered. He ran for the door and looked back at her, where she sat with her hand over her neck.

"That way you won't forget me," he said, blushing again and not completely meeting her eyes.

Levy shook her head, "I couldn't even if I wanted to. "

Gajeel just laughed in return and turned, expertly vaulting over the railing and into the darkness.

Levy launched up and pulled her clothes back on, waiting intently as the voices got closer. A silhouette appeared on the other side of the paper.

"Yes?" she asked, standing up and holding herself.

"His Majesty the Emperor summons the Lady Levy McGarden to his quarters," the voice said. Levy clutched the table beside her for support. Her ears rang and her vision blurred for a moment, the words echoing around her. She cleared her throat; she had to respond.

"Y-Yes," she choked out. The shadow was motionless for a moment and then vanished. Levy fell to her knees, clutching her chest as fear stole the breath from her lungs and the light from her eyes.

The Emperor had summoned her late at night. That only meant one thing. It was funny how much she'd wanted this, to leave her disgrace in the past this way…but…the tears welled up. One night had changed her in such an unimaginable way. She thought she'd only taken him for herself, but she'd actually given a part of herself away in return.

Tears fell as the candle on her table let out a pathetic hiss and she was left alone in the dark, the dark that wasn't the same without him.

"Gajeel," Levy whimpered.

Thanks so much for reading, you guys. As I've said, their story will continue in later chapters. I've planned for the next one to be Jerza, so if you want to see that (or if you just want to read more Nalu or Gajevy) please leave me a review so that I know!

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