Decisions
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The grandiose light of the crystal chandeliers hanging down from the high, heavily-decorated ceilings supplied the Opera dome with a rather distinct air of majesty.
Majesty. Yes. That was the word that could, perhaps, best describe their current surroundings the longer Ichigo had truly ruminated on it. Majesty and sovereignty, to be more precise, emitting a radiant sense of cultivation that encapsulated both the ancient, as well as the modern, components of the architectural history.
There was something spectacular about the place.
Something that couldn't be exactly communicated via any simple words but which had somehow magically managed to convey the splendor along with the incredibly precious memory of the present moment. Ichigo could hardly remember the last time she had encountered such a mesmerizing display of visual stimulus. But one brief glimpse at the gilded engravings, the huge, red-velvet curtains that draped along the walls, and the soft, padded chairs, which practically begged her to sit down and immerse herself fully in its luxurious upholstery, thinking about nothing else but the magnificent atmosphere around her, had secured the Mew Mew's belief that she should certainly devote far more of her time to culture rather than to her continuous boy troubles.
She could already tell that this night was going to hold something special about it.
And not only because of Mint's upcoming ballet performance, or the fact that the blue lorikeet Mew was one of Ichigo's closest friends.
Rather, it was the ever present, almost paralyzing, excitement from what they were about to witness that allured the red head the most; the current feeling that was burning in her veins like hot coal denoted nothing short of the weird mixture of anxiety, awe and anticipation the more eagerly her hazel eyes skidded across the huge podium ahead of her. She mentally pictured what would happen once Mint finally stepped onto the stage and conquered it all; how the until then restless audience would immediately still to complete silence and watch, utterly motionless and entranced, as the blue lorikeet Mew went on with her gripping performance.
Ichigo could only wonder what it could feel like to dance in front of so many people. Was it unpleasant? Stressful? Superb? She knew that she would most definitely die of a heart attack the moment the lights were switched on and she was to take over the stage all by herself. But Mint was never shy. Actually, Ichigo could not quite recall if Mint had ever exhibited any kind of fear whatsoever. Because, even during their countless battles with the aliens, the blue lorikeet Mew's gaze never reflected anything less than the sheer determination and willingness to succeed at any cost. Unlike Ichigo, Mint was fearless. Fearless and daring, never once questioning herself when a decision had been made.
And, that was only one of many aspects that distinguished the two girls from each other; the second most striking being that Mint was an Aizawa, of course.
Could it really be due to the way how Mint had been raised, then, that she was so confident? Or was she just naturally a fiercer decision maker than the Iriomote cat girl ever could be?
Whichever it was, Ichigo refused to believe that anyone could feel truly comfortable with all the curious, inquisitive eyes of the audience on them, the blue lorikeet Mew included. There was simply no way.
"Do you think she is like...nervous?" Ichigo asked, as she transferred her gaze from the empty stage that was soon to be the center of everyone's attention back onto the small leaflet in her hand.
"Hardly. Once you get used to being in the spotlight, you learn how to live with it," Zakuro deadpanned, taking another sip of her drink casually.
"Right," Ichigo answered still deeply in thought, while her fingers continued to play with the hem of her red dress absentmindedly.
What Zakuro had said made perfect sense. Perhaps, inner confidence was something that could really be achieved through hard work. Why did it pose such a huge problem for Ichigo, then? Was it because of her present apprehension that had been following her as her extended shadow wherever she went? Was she a mere slacker? Or was it the second doubts in terms of her latest decisions in her love life that she could no longer fully trust herself, nor her judgement? But, maybe, it was simply that her lack of self-esteem just wasn't anywhere close to that of Zakuro's and Mint's. Maybe, some people were born confident, whereas others did not. But how could one exactly measure self-confidence? In which respect? Because even if Ichigo couldn't dance, sing, nor model, she could still fight Cyniclons from scratch anywhere and anytime without batting as much as an eye lash. To find herself standing on a stage this big, and with all kinds of people watching her, observing her, making a note of every and each of her mistakes was an entirely different story, though.
Evidently, she was not the only one who had shared this trait of thinking.
"I can't imagine the pressure," Lettuce commented, as she took a seat next to the red head, tucking a nervous lock of her green hair behind her ear, "I know I would not be able to cope with that," she smiled shyly, revealing a row of white perfect teeth.
It was only then that Ichigo had noticed how long Lettuce's hair truly was. Without her trademark braids, the porpoise Mew was basically unrecognizable.
"It becomes kind of like your second skin. But it is not for everybody, that's for sure," Zakuro responded in a cool manner.
"Wow," Ichigo noted with clear astonishment brimming in her words, "You guys must really have the nerves of steel!"
"Well, in comparison to you, anyone does," a snarky voice came from Ichigo's left, immediately alerting her of her boss's imminent presence. And, when she tilted her head to regard him, the corners of her lips curved upwards.
In his white tuxedo suit, Ryou looked good. Almost attractive, Ichigo thought. Regardless, the moment her eyes rested on that deep scowl of his, which was marring his pretty face on every day basis, the red-haired girl all at once remembered that it did not matter what her boss wore. Ryou could be naked for all she cared, because, deep down, he was still the same jerk he had always been.
"You look really uhm…really…dashing," Lettuce ventured while her cheeks turned deep scarlet, not that Ryou would have noticed, of course.
"He does, doesn't he, na no da!" Pudding chirped, appearing from behind the blonde and plopping herself down onto the seat beside him in the next instant.
"Where's Keiichiro?" Zakuro asked, noting the obvious absence of the brunette.
"He decided to stay at the headquarters just in case," Ryou answered simply.
"Oh! Does he have a date, na no da?" Pudding quipped.
"Impossible," Ichigo paled with mock fear in her tone before quickly adding, "Ryou's right here," she snickered, evading the hand that was aimed to pinch her in the nick of time.
"Glad that you are back to your annoying, childish self, Ichigo," Ryou muttered sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Anytime," Ichigo grinned at him cheekily.
He would have probably said something else but, at that precise moment, the lights went suddenly off and, shortly after, the shadowy figure of Mint emerged on the stage, pulling everyone's eyes onto her instantly.
She was clad in a tight blue sparkling ballet dress with frills and a wide skirt that swirled around her delicate body every time she had made another of those suave pirouettes. To say that she was not captivating would be an understatement. The audience unanimously fell into silence, completely at awe, the second Mint began with her performance. It was breathtaking, so graceful and elegant. Ichigo had seen Mint do some ballet moves a couple of times before, but that was nothing in comparison to the present show that the blue lorikeet Mew was putting on.
And, as clear as day, Ichigo ultimately understood where Mint derived her power to seem so fearless and confident all the time. There was a reason for that; because she had an intrinsic talent that was deeply embedded within her every movement, enabling the Mew Mew to exalt the almost royal air of aristocracy and faith in herself whenever her body bent, turned or stretched in any fashion.
Ichigo could not tear her eyes off of her friend and she honestly doubted that anyone else could.
Because Mint was absolutely stunning.
All the movements that the blue lorikeet Mew was making were fluid, thought-through, and precise, partially reminding Ichigo of their battles. She had noticed a great deal of times that Mint had always been rather graceful with her fighting style. As opposed to Ichigo, who had, more often than not, come barreling in, stumbling over stuff and falling on her rear in less than little elegant manner. But not Mint, never Mint.
Only when the dark-haired girl had finally stopped and her body became motionless again had the audience erupted into a wide cheer of whistle and clapping, making Ichigo break from her trance and realize that the show was over. Her hands followed the movements of others and also began to clap, as her heart thrummed in her chest wildly.
She was so proud of Mint.
And one cursory glance at her friends showed that she was not the only one who had felt so strongly about the blue lorikeet Mew's performance. Even their nightmare of a boss seemed somewhat torn between being happy and grumpy, which, in itself, was a proof enough that what Mint had delivered tonight was indeed moving.
"So…do you still think it was a complete waste of time coming here?" Zakuro asked Ryou nonchalantly, once they moved from the buffet to the little tables with some random picks on their porcelain plates.
"It was something, I'll tell you that much," replied the blonde as he took a bite of his tiny starter.
"What? Don't tell me you actually had a good time among us, normal humans?" Ichigo laughed, forking her strawberry cupcake and stuffing it all in her mouth.
"I can acknowledge talent when I see it," Ryou responded plainly.
Is that so?
"Plus, it is during moments like these that I can easily verify that the Mew project was successful. Mint is a great example of the DNA fusion."
'Of course she is,' Ichigo sighed, trying to wrap her mind around the notion that all Ryou truly valued was his work and his work only.
A part of Ichigo was still astounded by this upfront revelation, yet the other half of her brain screamed in her head loud and clear that she should not be that surprised. For all it was worth, Mint's ballet skills could be beyond extraordinary, but all her boss paid attention to was his test subject put in action and the results thereof. That was all he saw. No humanity. No talent. Merely analytical data and numbers. This isolated thought had made Ichigo pause for a while and consider whether such things as humanoid robots and dehumanized people possibly existed; and, if Ryou, for one, could perfectly illustrate such an anomaly; a deviation, if you will.
He might occasionally give the impression of being a human on the outside, but he has a long way to really become one, at least, as far as his internal emotions are concerned.
Ichigo's inner musings were suddenly cut short, when a familiar figure entered her line of vision.
A very handsome familiar figure.
"Oh, hey Seiji! Long time no see, na no da!" Pudding beamed, taking in the dark-haired boy in front of her and waving at him jubilantly.
"Hi! I'm so happy you guys made it. I'm sure it means a lot to Mint," he smiled as he regarded everyone around him with a friendly smile on his face.
"I'm sure it means a lot to her that you are here as well," Lettuce smiled back hesitantly, a tint of red staining her cheeks yet again.
This time, Ichigo could not blame her, though. Contrary to Ryou, Mint's older brother did carry some magical spell around him that had made him extremely likeable, as well as charming, especially in the eyes of many girls.
Stop. Right. There.
What kind of an idea was this? Had she really gone crazy? First Masaya, then Kisshu and now even Seiji? She should stop drinking right now, otherwise she would only make a complete idiot out of herself.
"Well, I stopped by only briefly because I wanted to see Mint's performance. Sadly, our parents did not have the chance to attend today," Seiji said, as his smile somewhat dropped before another one, broad and warm, reappeared on his features, "Anyway, thanks for coming and have a good time here. It was lovely seeing you all again."
With that he excused himself and subsequently disappeared in the crowd, leaving everyone swimming within the realm of their own heads.
'I wonder how that feels like, growing up in a family that is too busy to see their children thrive,' Ichigo pondered, as her eyes followed Seiji's back a little too long for Ryou's hawkish gaze not to notice.
"Don't tell me you have the hots for your friends' older brothers now," he declared in total disbelief.
"I do not!" Ichigo squeaked, blushing madly.
"Why are you drooling, then?" the blonde countered readily.
"Huh?"
"Here," Ryou pointed to Ichigo's bottom lip with his index finger, causing her to reel back in shock, "You have a drool right there."
"Will you shut up already? I was just trying to figure out why Mint's parents did not show up, that's all."
"It's about priorities," Zakuro interjected before any more heated arguing between the two could ensue, "When you put your life on the line, you have to sacrifice something in order to gain something else."
"But...that's terrible," Ichigo's voice slightly faltered.
"That is life," Ryou rebutted, "Maybe if you decide to grow up one day, you will understand it too," he shot the red head a dirty look, immediately angering her all over again.
Fortunately, it was Mint's victorious face that emerged in their line of sight at that time, putting their verbal exchange on indefinite hiatus.
She was now wearing a black, velvet dress that ended shortly below her knees. Similarly to Lettuce, her hair was down and she had a little silver headband that matched the sparkling jewelry that was donning her neck, as well as her ears.
"So? What do you think?" Mint inquired with a raised eye brow, noting the sullen facial expressions on everyone's faces, "Was it really that bad?"
"N-no! Not at all!" Lettuce recovered first, throwing Mint the brightest of her smiles.
"Good job," Zakuro nodded, while Ryou dipped his head in silent acknowledgment.
"You were awesome, Mint!" Ichigo followed and it did not take long before Pudding jumped at Mint and wrapped her arms around her slim waist.
"You're the coolest performer right after me, of course, na no da!" she cried out, making the latter grin in response.
"Could have fooled me," the blue lorikeet Mew snickered, obviously content with their compliments, "I gotta go and do some social schmooze now, but I will be back with you shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy yourself to the fullest."
"Will do," Pudding squealed as she stuffed another cupcake in her mouth.
"Hey, Pudding, you'll get sick if you eat that much candy, you know that, right?" Lettuce warned anxiously.
"W-what are you talking about?" the monkey Mew asked with her mouth still full and her voice joyful.
"Never mind."
Ichigo smiled.
It was so nice to have such a good quality time with her friends. Not working, not fighting, but simply enjoying themselves. They should do this more often. What had happened to their regular sleepovers to begin with? And what about her other friends? Like Moe and Miwa, for instance? When was the last time the three of them had hanged out outside of school? Ichigo vaguely remembered how they had gone shopping from time to time in the past. But did they hang out now? Hardly. What had happened to her? Had she really devoted all of her free time to Masaya, work, and saving the Earth?
At this, Ichigo's heart unexpectedly sunk, as a twinge of guilt pervaded her conscience.
No way.
She had made a mental note to change that in the future.
Next time she was to see Moe and Miwa at school, she would propose to do something fun together. Something really fun. She owed it to them. After all the constant rambling about Masaya, they did not deserve any less than that. And the same applied to Ichigo. As a superhero she was required to fight the aliens, true. But, as a human, she was likewise entitled to have some quality time without any extraterrestrial meddling. Since when had protecting her home planet meant only despair and abysmal lack of happiness in her life, anyway?
I won't let these Cyniclon bastards screw with my free time anymore!
Nevertheless, the moment this particular thought had crossed Ichigo's mind, a strange feeling suddenly coursed through her body as an immediate consequence, causing her heart beat to accelerate.
Noting the goosebumps on her skin, she whirled around, trying to discern whether there was anything amiss. Her heart continued to beat against her ribcage fast and hard as she scanned the crowds standing around them. From the looks of it, nobody seemed to be in any kind of danger.
Am I being paranoid?
But the second Masha popped into its full size right beside her cheek, Ichigo knew that her Iriomote cat instincts rendered true. And it took only two additional words for the others to know that as well.
"Alien alert. Alien Alert!"
Her frantic eyes were on Ryou's the moment Masha's robotic chanting started, notifying everyone straight away that the fun time was over, and only problems awaited them.
"Go and find Mint," the blonde barked at Ichigo, their former argument instantly forgotten, as he flipped his phone out of his white tuxedo pocket and dialed Keiichiro immediately, "I will take care of the evacuation."
"Roger that!" Ichigo called out, as her feet surged forward but a brisk hand on her wrist had made her pause in her tracks.
"Ichigo," the Mew Mew leader followed Zakuro's manicured finger that was pointing at the stage that was no longer empty and unoccupied.
In the next second, she spotted the two Cyniclon bodies that were hovering right below the enormous, red-velvet curtain – Taruto and Pai – and noting the Parasyte shells that conjured up in their hands, Ichigo swallowed thickly. Her eyes widened in alarm only a moment later once she saw their respective arms swiftly stretch, as they both screamed 'fusion' in unison, sending the place instantly into utter chaos. The light that followed their attack was blinding, making Ichigo's vision temporarily blurry. It was only upon the emergence of the four cat-like Chimera Animas that the Mew Mew leader had regained her eye sight and regarded her enemy fully, while the screaming crowds of civilians all around her began to move in a complete frenzy.
Shit!
"Ichigo, we have to transform and fight them," Zakuro's level-headed voice came from behind her.
"You're right!" Ichigo nodded but before she could do anything, the fleeing crowd of bystanders pulled her forward together with them, forcing Zakuro's grip on Ichigo's wrist to loosen and eventually disappear altogether.
"Zakuro, go fight the Chimera Animas. I will find Mint and join you soon!" Ichigo exclaimed, as the people continued to move her further away from the purple haired Mew with each passing second.
"You got it!" Zakuro responded quickly, changing into her Mew Mew form within a blink of an eye and starting to move in the other direction.
'Shit. Where is Mint?' Ichigo thought, as she managed to protrude her own pendant from her purse.
Unlike Zakuro, she did not think that she could transform in the middle of the civilians without raising any more panic, but it was not like she could let them drag her further and further away from the battle scene either. Which is why she eventually closed her eyes and, with one swift push, tried to separate herself from the crowd. Sadly, her effort seemed rather fruitless.
'This is not enough!' she mentally lamented, as more despair kicked in.
Ichigo tried again, with more force this time, but hardly had it made much of a difference. If she had moved a few inches towards the left, it was a miracle.
Am I really stuck here?
Squeezing her pendant in her hand, she started to feel the beads of sweat form on her brow, while Keiichiro's urgent voice sounded from the speakers, informing everyone of the immediate need of evacuation. If she was not going to think of something fast, she was soon to be moved at the other side of the dome. Amid losing all of her hopes, an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself to Ichigo, as the crowd suddenly took a sharp turn to the right, supplying the girl with an instant idea once she caught a glimpse of the black rail. It wasn't much and it definitely did not look exactly solid, but it was her only chance and with the way how things currently were, she was more than willing to give it a go.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo stretched her left arm as far as she could and, one more time, hurled herself in the direction of the rail with all of her might. She kept her eye lids shut until her fingertips felt the slick, metallic construction of the rail beneath them. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the rail and hanged onto it as if her own life depended on this one single-handed task. Her vice-like grip weakened merely when she felt herself disconnect from the frantic crowd at long last, leaving her practically dangling in the air in the aftermath of the forceful separation.
Jackpot!
Springing back onto her feet, Ichigo looked around herself, only to note another wave of people fast approaching her from the opposite direction.
This will not do!
Her eyes quickly surveyed the hall and when she spotted the door at the top of the rail, the red head made a mad dash for it, slipping behind the gilded surface with a loud shut.
'Finally!' she gave out a long sigh.
She would find Mint and then they will return back to the others and fight the Cyniclons as a team.
Opening her right palm, Ichigo brought her pendant to her lips, ready to transform, yet a pair of cold hands on her bare shoulders had made her freeze on the spot.
Her temporary distress quickly transformed into understanding, once the little trembles of fear morphed into that of longing, though.
It had been a few days already.
There was nothing surprising about it.
If Taruto and Pai were there to cause mayhem, what would possibly make Kisshu stay put and not engage in a fight as well?
"Sex," her conscience jeered, "But you already know that, Ichigo."
"Found you!" the alien sniggered, when his hot breath reached the delicate shell of her right ear, causing the girl in his hands to involuntarily shiver and tense up.
"K-kisshu, I don't have time for this. There is a fight happening right now!" Ichigo tried to rationalize with him, as the familiar overwhelming feeling of heat started to rack her body.
"Mhmm, you don't have to fight, you know. I did not come here to fight you today," he cooed, while his lips continued to nibble at her neck, making her belly yowl.
This is not good.
From the corner of her eye, Ichigo could sense how her hands went automatically into fists at his administrations, hyper-aware of where this was going, and largely undecided whether or not she was willing to let the things go in that particular direction. Pai and Taruto could be completely destroying her team at the very moment for all she knew, and the constant blasts that had kept reverberating throughout the Opera dome did not mitigate Ichigo's inner fears in regards to that heinous prospect in the slightest, nor did they particularly validate her presumption that what she had been currently encouraging was right.
"It's not that simple and you know it," Ichigo responded, though with a far less conviction in her voice.
"Mhhm but it could be," Kisshu paused momentarily as he pushed her body closer to his, earning a gasp of shock as a direct result.
She felt his hands swiftly slide down her arms before they found their way on her chest, groping her lightly.
"The only thing you have to do is detach yourself, kitten," he purred seductively into the soft flesh of her skin, "What is happening on the other side of these closed doors is irrelevant here. Just as what's happening here is irrelevant to the world behind these doors. You only have to make the correct decision, I-chi-go."
She hesitated.
Was he distracting her? Preventing her from fighting again? Was there any hidden motif behind all of this? But, if that was the case, he would have pounced at her already. Kisshu was not the kind of person who would intentionally waste time, especially during their battles. No. That was not it. From the way his hands roamed over her body, fighting, indeed, seemed to be the very last thing that was currently occupying his mind. It was something else. But what? Ichigo squinted into the darkness in front of her, trying to search for the answers that were clearly escaping her. They were presently in what presumably looked like a storage room. Ichigo would not be surprised if there were actual broomsticks next to her, or some other cleaning utensils; or if a rat suddenly scampered by, barely brushing her legs with its long whiskers. But, in such darkness, with his hands on her breasts and his breath tickling her cheeks, it hardly mattered.
Because, in spite of her initial feeling of seediness, dust and cheap sex, his touch felt good. Just a little too good to resist.
"No bra today? What a naughty girl," he let out a devilish chuckle, as the red silk material covering her chest slid down her back once his fingers untied the knot and her dress came apart.
She shuddered at the cold autumn chill that had immediately caressed her bare skin, but it did not take too long before his warm hands returned their attention to her half exposed body. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feel of anticipation that was pulsing through her veins and she moaned indulgently when she felt one of his hands leave her breast and dip down in between her thighs.
"No panties either? You're basically asking for it," he noted darkly shortly before his voice readopted the playful edge, "Listen, Ichigo, were you hoping that I would find you in this tiny closet?"
"N-No," she breathed out, fisting her hands in his hair involuntarily.
"I find it hard to believe, considering how wet you are."
As if to punctuate his words, he pushed his fingers in expertly only to pull them out again and bring them to his lips to examine them closely.
"In fact, you're dripping," he smirked mischievously.
Ichigo turned around just to see him licking his fingers dry and something about that sight had made her insides twitch before her gaze returned to the wall, eyes closed, in mute deliberation. She could fight Kisshu, she really could. Instead of partaking in such outrageous activities, she could transform and pull her Strawberry Bell on him and finish him once and for all. But when she felt him kneel down, his hands on her ass and his tongue gliding all over her like pure magic, she felt powerless.
She knew she should have stopped him. This was the moment when she had to definitely stop him.
But she didn't.
And, as the electrifying jolts of energy continued to shoot through her body with rapid intensity and her back began to arch at the various sensations his touch had produced on her, she had made her decision.
"F-fuck me."
"What was that? I could not quite hear you," he taunted, but she did not need to see his face to know that he was only toying with her. She was aware that he had without doubt heard her, and that, by this moment, he had, in all likeliness, already pulled down his shorts or was just about to screw her.
She was not wrong because, a second later, she felt him slam into her and she gasped before her body fully accommodated him.
"K-kisshu."
"Yea, scream for me."
And that she did.
He did not have to tell her twice because her body reacted to his almost instinctively. Wherever he touched her, whatever he did, she was desperately clutching at the wall in front of her, crying out loud, returning her excitement with equal ferocity.
"Oh my god."
"You really like it from behind. Don't you?" she heard him cackle in response, as he immediately quickened his pace, making her cry even louder as a consequence until another sound of cries of very different nature had struck Ichigo to the core.
"Ichigo!"
"Ichigo, where are you?"
She froze, her blood turning instantaneously cold.
It was Mint. Mint and Lettuce.
And she could tell that both of her team mates were close, if not directly on the other side of the door.
Kisshu must have sensed her sudden distress too because he abruptly paused for a second as well.
Having Mint and Lettuce wander around freely must have meant Tokyo Mew Mew had somehow defeated either Taruto or Pai. Quite possibly, both of them.
He did not particularly like that idea.
"You want to stop?" Kisshu asked quietly, his own line of thinking a little more focused with each passing moment.
He should probably go back and check on the Mew Mews who were wrecking their plans once again. However, all it took was one unexpected movement on the Iriomote cat girl's part that had made the alien instantly realize that he and Ichigo were still pretty much entangled.
And that their business here was not quite finished as of yet.
Ichigo glanced over her shoulder, meeting his intense, expectant stare before a faint murmur escaped her lips, setting his golden orbs instantly on fire.
"Don't stop."
Hearing this, Kisshu's lips cracked into a wicked grin and, moving closer to her ear, he softly whispered.
"Keep it low then."
Somewhere at the back of her mind, Ichigo could vividly imagine all the despair, the shouting, the chaos, the destruction that was presently unraveling on the other side of the closed door, as another battle between the Cyniclons and Tokyo Mew Mew had been taking place. How all the innocent people kept on running, screaming, crying in the confusing world that seemed so distant, so far away, right now that she, for a second, doubted its very existence altogether. What exactly had led her to become such a slave to her bodily urges once more, she could not tell. But, as she was biting her white-gloved hand, fully conscious that there would be marks by tomorrow, she knew that she could not stop; not even for a mere second could she stop.
There was simply too much passion now.
And there was no one stopping it.