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Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I'm not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
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- 50
- 51
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18. Gwendal – 54.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Anonymously Awesome
Part 50
Yuuri knew that it wasn’t a good idea to leave Wolfram alone as the blond had demanded; without his crutches Wolfram had trouble even standing straight. Yuuri went to check on him twice but was told to go away both times. Then Yuuri decided to search for Gisela instead, hoping that she would have a remedy or some practical advice.
There was a sleepy guard at the entrance to the soldiers’ quarters. Upon recognizing the king, he drew himself taller and saluted.
“Your Majesty.”
Yuuri waved him off absent-mindedly. The guard opened the door for him and Yuuri stepped inside. It was dark, the corridor lit by only one feeble oil lamp set in front of one of the windows. The medical bay was close to the entrance, just one turn away. Gisela usually stayed in the room next to it.
It had taken about five minutes of insistent knocking for the healer to open the door. The yawn froze on her face in surprise at the sight of the king.
“Your Majesty? What happened?”
Gisela was wearing a long flowing nightshirt of fine texture, and Yuuri found his eyes immediately drawn to the twin pebbles on her chest poking out from underneath the fabric. He caught himself, blinked and looked at her face again.
“Uh. Wolfram.”
“Oh. Did he drink that tea as well?”
Yuuri was surprised that the healer had caught up so quickly. He nodded. “Yes, he’s in the bathroom. All hell’s broken loose in there.”
Gisela sighed. “Could you wait for a moment, Your Majesty?”
Yuuri nodded, and she disappeared behind the door. She returned in a minute with a bathrobe on and a key in one hand and an oil lamp in the other. She passed the king and asked him to follow her to the medical bay.
“Your Majesty, I was informed that You had also drunk the tea,” she said on their way. “Are You experiencing any of the poisoning symptoms?”
Yuuri thought for a moment while checking his senses. “No, I don’t think so. I feel completely fine.”
“Oh? Good to hear, Your Majesty.”
There was some doubt in Gisela’s voice, and Yuuri tried to explain, “I didn’t like the taste, so I barely drank the tea.”
The healer gave him a curious look. “And yet Your Majesty has been asleep until now…”
“Oh, that. It was…” Yuuri trailed off; he always felt reluctant to talk about the First Demon King. “I was tired,” he said instead. “Besides, my body is probably immune to that type of potion.”
Upon hearing the defensive notes in the king’s voice, Gisela inclined her head politely and didn’t say anything anymore. It was probably the truth as some half-bloods reacted to certain medicine and poison just as Demons would while others more like Humans. In fact, it even varied every time depending on the substance. Unfortunately, Von Ashira had gotten the short end of the stick in this case.
The healer unlocked the door to the medical bay, and they entered the room. She raised the oil lamp higher and made her way to her work desk. There were several bottles out in the open that she had last used. She brought the oil lamp closer to them to read the labels then took one of them and held it out for the king.
“I gave it to everyone who had that tea. It won’t work at once but should alleviate the symptoms by the morning.”
“Thank you,” Yuuri said, inspecting the bottle in half-light. “How do I…?”
“Five drops in a cup with warm tea or water, Your Majesty.”
“Right. Won’t he just throw it back up?”
“If it happens in less than half an hour then repeat again, Your Majesty.” She gave him a curious look. “Should I make him drink it myself, instead?”
Yuuri shook his head. “Ah, no. You can go back to sleep. I would like you to take a look at them in the morning and see if there’s been any improvement.”
She bowed her head. “Of course, Your Majesty.” That was what she had planned in the first place.
Yuuri thanked her again and headed back to the main entrance and then to the kitchen. It was very warm inside the charcoals still simmering inside the stove. There was a large pot on it with water that had been kept warm. The kitchen staff was probably going to use it to wash up in the morning.
With a cup of warm water and several drops of medicine in it, Yuuri returned to the outhouse.
“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Wolfram groaned from behind the door when Yuuri banged on it with his foot.
The king raised the oil lamp he was carrying higher, and Wolfram squinted into the light that reached him through the heart-shaped hole in the door.
“I brought you some medicine. Gisela said it should eventually work.”
“Eventually…” Wolfram repeated mockingly. “Eventually I will puke and shit my guts out completely.”
“Do you want the medicine or not?” Yuuri asked, annoyed with the blond; he had awakened Gisela for it, and the blond was being an ungrateful ass.
“Of course I do!” Wolfram spat through the door.
“She said to give you another one if you throw this up in less than half an hour.”
“Right. Thanks,” Wolfram said, opening the outhouse door slightly.
The king held out the cup and watched it disappear inside. It reappeared quickly and was empty.
“Go to sleep.”
“And how will you return?”
“Ugh, yes. Can I ask you to bring my crutches over here?”
“And who will give you another dose of medicine if you throw this one up?”
“Don’t we have servants for that?”
Yuuri rolled his eyes. “You got me there. Now keep quiet.”
About ten minutes later he heard Wolfram throw up and wordlessly left to get another cup of medicine. In the end, he stayed up together with Wolfram until five in the morning. By that time, Wolfram felt somewhat better and was able to leave the outhouse. Perhaps the improvement had occurred just because there was nothing left inside his bowels anymore.
_ _ _
With no one to awaken him Yuuri slept till noon. First thing he did after waking up was check on Wolfram. No one answered his knock. Yuuri willfully entered the blond’s bedroom to find him sleeping in a heap of covers and lining. The king approached the bed and his eyes slid over the rolled up and creased up bedding. Wolfram was lying on his stomach, sprawled all over it, the covers mostly useless as his body was exposed to anyone wishing to feast their eyes.
Yuuri stared at the mounds of the blond’s buttocks. Instantly, his mind was filled with sexual images on the same bed from his memory. The blond probably felt the heat of his scorching gaze and shifted uneasily, the muscles rippling under the smooth, pale skin. The king’s eyes set upon his wide, strong back. A wave of unmistakable desire washed down his spine and then concentrated in his lower body. It was pleasurable and he was elated to experience feelings like this towards Wolfram. He had been uncertain, still sounded and felt like he was lying to himself about Wolfram. He hadn’t been certain he would be able to fulfill Wolfram’s expectations as well as von Ashira was obviously able to. Then again, Yuuri wasn’t certain what exactly those expectations were. For now, it didn’t seem that Wolfram expected anything from him at all. He was mostly treated as a bodiless and sexless nuisance that was about to change his mind in a day or two. It annoyed Yuuri to no end, but Wolfram’s behavior was perfectly justified to his mind as well. He could only do his best. During the moments like this he was able to understand more of what he really felt for Wolfram and how much he wished for the blond to accept him.
Wolfram turned his head towards the king and hummed sleepily, “Mhmnh?”
“How are you feeling?”
“Nmhn…? Good. Mmn…sleep.”
The king watched the blond roll about in the bed until he buried himself deeper into the bedding cocoon and passed out cold again. Yuuri left the room silently and closed the door even quieter. A little apprehensively he headed for the bathroom on the same floor. It was unoccupied.
The rest of the household was in the dining room, having lunch. The king noted that the duke, Gwendal and Gunter didn’t look any worse for the wear. It seemed that they had experienced fewer side effects than Wolfram. It was no wonder either. As far as Yuuri remembered the blond had drunk two or three times more of the tea than any of them. It was very likely that it was the reason why he had passed out before the powder had even had the chance to work its hallucinogenic magic.
“Your Majesty,” Conrart spoke, “how are you feeling?”
“I’m perfectly fine. Thank you,” Yuuri said, rounding the table and taking his usual seat at the end of the table. He avoided looking at either Gunter or both Gwendal and von Ashira. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me ‘Yuuri’?”
Conrart smiled at him amiably.
“I hope you’ve slept well, Your Majesty,” Gunter said.
“Yes, yes. Perfectly well. Wolfram is still in bed, though.”
Von Ashira’s eyebrows rose in curiosity, but Yuuri didn’t notice that. Neither did he notice confusion on Gwendal’s nor Conrart’s face. He pulled the pot with the stew closer to himself.
“No wonder,” Gunter said. “He was eating those croissants like there was no tomorrow.”
With a spoon poised at his mouth, Yuuri raised his head to look at him. “What croissants?”
“The ones with the bad eggs.”
Yuuri’s eyes left Gunter’s face and concentrated on Cecilie’s face instead. She put a finger to her lips. “Right,” Yuuri said. “How much does any of you remember from yesterday?”
The men gave him confused looks. After further investigation Yuuri determined that none of them remembered anything past having snacks on the balcony. What stuck in their minds were their mandatory and unpleasant visits to the bathrooms.
“I would like to have a word with you after lunch,” Yuuri said softly so that only Cecilie could hear.
_ _ _
Cecilie von Spitzweg seated herself in front of Yuuri’s desk in his study. She found the solemnity on the young king’s face adorable.
“I will outlaw any substances similar to what you’ve used yesterday,” Yuuri informed her.
Cecilie smiled at him. Then she realized that he was being serious and her smile vanished. “But love potions are…”
“Any kinds of substances meant to affect and manipulate one’s free will and mind will be made illegal,” Yuuri repeated. “I hope I’ve made myself clear. I’m still thinking about the repercussions for disobeying the law.”
Cecilie gave Shibuya a good look. When he spoke like this and was all business, the resemblance to Shinou was uncanny.
“But, Your Majesty, love potions are… Well, it’s a part of our culture.”
Yuuri’s eyes flashed at her angrily. “Why don’t you make not drugging other people part of your culture?”
Cecilie gave him a look but stayed quiet. The tips of her ears reddened.
Yuuri thought for a moment. A fine, no matter how heavy, wasn’t going to stop rich people like Cecilie from abusing similar kinds of substances. “It should be punishable with jail,” he muttered under his breath.
“We don’t have jails, Your Majesty,” Cecilie informed him helpfully.
“Dungeon it is, then,” Yuuri decided.
Cecilie sighed regretfully.
“You need to tell the truth and apologize to everyone,” Yuuri told her seeing that she didn’t show even a tiny grain of regret.
“Mmm…. Maybe some time later.”
Yuuri glared at her in disbelief. “Today. And that’s an order. I won’t have them thinking that our cooks are as unprofessional that they cannot distinguish between good and bad eggs. That won’t do!”
_ _ _
Yuuri’s hand faltered before knocking. He leaned in closer to the door to listen. Peals of laughter could be heard from the inside. He could easily recognize Wolfram’s voice. There were also other voices, but he wasn’t certain about who they belonged to. Maybe his brothers’?
The joyous, relaxed atmosphere wafting from behind the door hurt Yuuri and made him jealous. He knew that as soon as he entered the room, the jovial spell would be broken, people falling silent, acting reserved around him. He hadn’t been aware of this earlier. Maybe he had just been blissfully ignorant or maybe it had become the norm after he had grown older.
On the other hand, thoughts like these made Yuuri embarrassed. A part of him, that was probably Shinou, kept telling him that he was being a whiny and spoiled kid. Yuuri knew very well that his friends were loyal to him to a fault. They would do everything in their power to protect him, to defend his reign from any possible harm or outside influence. All of them wished only the best for him. They were his faithful friends and would become his family officially if he married Wolfram. Yuuri would love this particular outcome.
The king knocked and was let in by someone’s cheerful voice. Von Ashira was absent. Wolfram was only with his brothers. Yuuri was still unused seeing Wolfram interact with Conrart so cordially. He was glad for them both but also jealous since he wished his relationship with Wolfram would improve just as phenomenally.
Just as he had presumed, the room hushed as they saw him. Yuuri approached Wolfram’s bed. Wolfram still was in bed while Gwendal and Gunter, except for urgent bathroom breaks every two or three hours, were relatively fine. Wolfram hadn’t eaten anything since morning either.
The men around the blond’s bed straightened to pay respect to the king, but Yuuri waved them off dismissively as per usual. Wolfram nodded in greeting. Gwendal and Conrart met each other’s eyes meaningfully. Gwendal stood up again.
“With your permission, Your Majesty, I’ll go and make certain that our guests have everything they require.”
“I will help him, Your Majesty,” Conrart quipped awkwardly.
Yuuri nodded, and the two of them left. Yuuri took a chair and sat down next to Wolfram’s bed. His eyes settled on the aquarium. He was pleased with the way it had been developed. The fish seemed to be lively and content. Wolfram followed Yuuri’s gaze when it stayed there for longer.
“Since it’s still here, I presume you like it?” Yuuri asked tentatively.
“Yes, thank you.”
“I thought it would be very relaxing to watch them swim about,” Yuuri said, smiling. “I’m certain that it will help you pass the time more pleasurably.”
“Yes, it will,” Wolfram said even though, currently, the sight of floating fish made him sick and he would have it gladly removed from his bedroom. At least until he felt better.
“She promised not to use any potions anymore,” Yuuri said, leaning back into the chair.
“I’m surprised she’s listened to you.”
“She did,” Yuuri confirmed. “She’s also had her punishment by having to entertain the guests on her own.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “That’s hardly a punishment. I’m certain that she has already taken a fancy to one of the male guests and is having a blast.”
The king felt uncomfortable and wished Wolfram talked with more respect about his mother but the thing was that it was exactly how Wolfram had said it – he had noticed Cecilie showing exclusive attention to one of the visitors.
“What actually happened?” Wolfram wondered. “No one remembers anything. Mother told me that I had fallen asleep at the table, but nothing else. Do you remember anything?”
Yuuri opened his mouth then, after a short thought, closed it and shook his head. “No.”
“Liar.”
The king’s face reddened. “Some things are better left unsaid.”
Wolfram appeared to be both annoyed and curious but he didn’t question anymore.
“I can definitely see that you didn’t have much time to think about…it,” Yuuri said in a somewhat hesitant voice, “but maybe you have actually given some thought to…”
“No, I haven’t,” Wolfram denied. “I’d actually prefer to leave the castle as soon as possible.”
“Ah. I was afraid you’d say that.”
Wolfram shrugged.
Yuuri sighed in frustration. “I wish I knew how to seduce you.”
The blond gave Yuuri a surprised look. The king held his gaze, and Wolfram found himself blushing. The unexpected moments of Yuuri’s boldness kept throwing him off balance.
“I was yours and you tossed me away, Yuuri. I don’t intend for it to happen again.”
The king frowned. “You tend to only see one side of things. First of all, I never tossed you away. Secondly, I can say that I definitely know what I want from you.”
“And that is?”
“The same thing that you want from me.”
Wolfram pursed his lips. “Can you be less vague?”
“I think I’m being perfectly clear, aren’t I?”
The blond sighed. He probably was.
This was the first normal conversation that Yuuri had with Wolfram. There was hope. There was a mountain of hope.
“Oh, no, no, Yuuri. I’m leaving as soon as I can.”
Yuuri hated that people could easily read his face. “I do hope to change your mind.”
_ _ _

Conrart was in the stables, brushing his horse after a long ride in the park. It had been entertaining, he had raced with Alfred then two more guards joined in. Once they had raced to their hearts’ content one of them had invited him to his wedding. He wasn’t very familiar with the guard as he had recently been hired. That made the invitation feel even more pleasant. Times had certainly changed with King Shibuya’s reign. A few years ago, strangers, even worse, his fellow comrades looked at him with mistrust and apprehension due to his mixed blood.
Conrart smiled and patted the horse’s neck affectionately. There was a tingling sensation on his back. He kept stroking the horse’s neck pretending not to have noticed that he was being watched. His hand moved closer to the sword at his side.
As it was obvious that Conrart had felt his presence, Karela stepped out from behind the pillar. The movement behind him made Conrart turn around. At the sight of the familiar face his hand moved away from the sword handle.
“Afternoon,” Karela greeted, walking closer to him.
“Afternoon,” Conrart answered turning back to the horse and continuing to brush it. He wasn’t surprised to see Karela here. He had heard the rumors of him and von Ashira leaving in about a week, and Karela Ine wasn’t a man who would leave his business unfinished. Conrart had been waiting for his visit but hadn’t expected for him to act so quickly.
“I was wondering when you’d make your move…”
“So…you’ve been waiting for me?”
Conrart chuckled and patted the horse. “In a manner of speaking.”
While watching the older man’s back, Karela idly wondered if he would manage to flatten Conrart to one of the enclosure gates before Weller skewered him with the sword. Probably not. They didn’t have much time either since Yozak was definitely somewhere close – recently he had been following Conrart like a guard dog. Yozak obviously could presume his intentions.
Karela stepped closer, and Conrart turned around. He fidgeted with the brush in his hand. The man’s hazel, usually gentle eyes were alert and filled with hesitation. Karela couldn’t help grinning.
“Don’t you look just like a cornered hare?”
Conrart’s eyebrows rose. “Says the fox.”
Karela laughed.
Conrart took the horse by the reins and started leading it towards its enclosure. Karela followed them.
“Doesn’t he piss you off?” Karela wondered while closing the enclosure door and leaning over it to bar it on the outer side.
“He does,” Conrart agreed, letting go of the reins. He started removing them. He passed Karela to hang them onto a hook next to the enclosure gate.
“But you love him.”
The disarming statement made Conrart sigh. He felt the younger man’s arms wrap around his midsection and pull him backwards until he was leaning against Karela’s chest. Conrart’s eyes closed of their own when his nose caught a whiff of the captain’s aftershave mixed with his own musky scent permeated by the smell of sweat after the morning training routine. He inhaled breathily when the captain rubbed himself against the cleft of his ass. Karela’s hand slid south in-between his legs. He let out a pleased grunt when he found he was already half-mast. Conrart had a feeling that Karela had figured that he would need much more effort to seduce him.
“I wish I had met you before meeting Yozak,” Karela whispered into Conrart’s ear.
“No, you don’t,” Conrart denied.
“I really do.”
Conrart decided to ignore his words. Karela was still rubbing himself against him, and Conrart swiveled his hips, invitingly pushing backwards against the captain.
“I didn’t think you were this easy…”
Conrart’s elbow caught him in the stomach, and Karela doubled over. Coughing and cursing, he wondered what the devil had pulled on his tongue. Conrart turned to him and glared.
“Wasn’t it you who has been hot on my trail for over a month?” he sneered.
“Yes,” Karela admitted easily, “just like a dog after a bitch in heat.”
Wordlessly, Conrart turned around and reached over the gate to unbolt it. Karela rolled his eyes.
“Wait a moment, will you?”
“I don’t need this,” Conrart spat angrily. He slapped at Karela’s hand, which had covered his to prevent him from opening the gate.
Ignoring his half-hearted struggles, Karela pulled him away from the gate.
“Seems like you can’t take any type of banter,” the captain chuckled, turning the older arm around to face him. He was aware that being a half-blood, Conrart could have easily resisted. That meant it was only Conrart’s pride talking. The hazel eyes were looking at him with mistrust, but there wasn’t enough time for further flirting.
Karela leaned in and kissed the brunet. He could tell that Conrart was somewhat surprised. Meanwhile, Karela did what he had been wanting to do since the first day Yozak had introduced Conrart as his…fuckbuddy? Karela couldn’t remember which word Yozak had used or whether he had used any at all. He had only later realized that he had gotten himself involved into something cumbersome. It was mostly Yozak’s fault.
Conrart felt his back press against the enclosure’s wooden planks. He didn’t mind. He hadn’t expected Karela to be able to kiss like this. In the heat of the moment, they had kissed a few times before but it had never been like this. Or maybe he had just thought it wasn’t like this. It seemed as if Karela wanted to swallow him whole. It was…it was sometimes how Yozak kissed him when he was drunk. Conrart moved his head away, breaking the kiss and looked at the captain. The bastard was grinning. Indeed, he was purposely mimicking Yozak.
Karela chuckled at the look on Conrart’s face. Deep down, Karela wasn’t amused at all. When he had planned this - for them to be alone - he had imagined that they would share a lustful and shameless tumble in hay to make up for all of those unfairly forbidden moments of intimacy. This was, however, turning out wrong. He didn’t know why he felt so bitter and kept trying to humiliate Conrart.
“Let go of me.”
Karela took a firmer hold on his waist. “No.”
“What do you actually want from me?” Conrart asked. “For me to disappear? It won’t happen. I won’t leave him.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what,” Conrart confirmed. His voice was firm, but his face was blushing lightly; he wasn’t used to straightforward conversations like this.
“What if he is the one to leave you?”
The attempted provocation made absolutely no impact on Conrart except for making him chuckle. “He won’t.”
“And that’s what’s pissing me off,” Karela said. “In spite of everything, you do realize that he’s treating you no more than a convenient fuck? Why do you tolerate it?”
Conrart’s face colored red in anger and embarrassment. “Why do I have to talk about this with you?”
Karela shrugged. “Well… do you talk about this to anyone else?”
The older man’s lips pressed into a tiny dash. He didn’t. He had also resisted Gwendal’s attempts to disentangle his hazy relationship.
“He’s afraid to get attached.”
“That’s kind of obvious,” Karela said. “I don’t understand his reasoning, though. He’s obviously heels over head for you. He watches every step you make and yet… I don’t get it.”
“Years ago, he lost his lover. He was killed in a battle. He is afraid to experience the same pain and horror.”
“As simple as that, huh?” Karela said, surprised at how easily Conrart had said it.
“It only sounds simple. I was there, I saw it all. I know the pain he has gone through. There is nothing simple in that.”
Karela stared at the brunet’s face while trying to imagine how years after years he tolerated Yozak’s cowardly and shameful behavior while always hoping for the red-head to open up to him and accept him.
“You must hate that dead lover of his.”
Conrart shrugged. He did, most of the time.
“Still, he never wants to share you with others, which is a good sign, I suppose?”
Conrart’s eyebrows rose mockingly. “A little bit more and I will start thinking that you’re genuinely concerned about me.”
“I actually am,” Karela confirmed with a chuckle. “I do like you. More than I like Yozak anyway.”
“Already got bored with him and now using me to get back at him?”
Karela let out a hearty laugh. “Something like that. I do like you, though. And I know that you want me too.”
Conrart stared at him for a few seconds then decided that it was no use denying. “Yes.”
“Do you think he will care?” Karela asked, leaning in to cover the older man’s lips with his own again.
Conrart answered the kiss. “You know that he will,” he breathed into Karela’s mouth.
TBC
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