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Of bratty demons and mushroom heads	By : TrishaMCH Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Prince of Tennis" or any of its characters. It belongs to Konomi-sensi. I’m merely using the characters because I like to have fun with them. No profit is being made.

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CHAPTER 58

“You’re really sure this is what you want?” Hiyoshi Kazuya asked him for the umpteenth time. Hiyoshi was sitting with his older brother inside the small yakiniku restaurant “Richoen” where Akaya was supposed to be meeting him soon.

They had arrived an hour earlier, having gone straight there from visiting their parents for the day. Ever since Hiyoshi’s father forced him to break up with Akaya, they had been checking up on him constantly, almost daily. Visiting home every weekend was hard and very awkward for everyone, but it helped keep up the illusion that he and Akaya had remained separated.

“Yes.” Hiyoshi glowered, annoyed at having the same question asked so many times. He’d evaluated it time and time again. Hell, he’d given the other option a shot and had found out rather painfully that it really wasn’t an option. Despite his objections, at least Kazuya was trying to be supportive. Hiyoshi’s plan for that evening with Akaya would not be possible without his help.

“Fine. I’ve said all I can and you obviously aren’t willing to listen to reason.” Kazuya sighed then chucked an edamame peel at his younger brother.

Hiyoshi caught it with a smirk. “Not when reason dictates I’m to be unhappy for the rest of my life.”

With one last shake of his head and chuckle, Kazuya stood from his chair and patted Hiyoshi’s shoulder. “Good for you.” He still wasn’t convinced Wakashi was making the right choice, but it wasn’t his place to say so anymore. “Enjoy your night and let me know if anything else comes up… and don’t mind Mom. She’ll come around eventually.” So saying, he turned and made his way out the door, spying Kirihara-san on his way out.

It hadn’t taken Akaya too long to get to the yakiniku restaurant, though he could smell it long before he could see it and it left his stomach rumbling. He was still rather irritated with Hiyoshi for throwing him out the window, but his curiosity and hunger were winning out against his little grudge.

Walking up to the restaurant, Akaya raised an eyebrow at the guy who seemed to be looking at him. He looked familiar, but at the same time not, so he opened the door, fully intending on ignoring the odd man.

“So nice to see you again, Kirihara-kun,” Kazuya said in a business like fashion. “I do hope you and Wakashi enjoy your evening together.” What Wakashi saw in this strange boy whom, last he’d seen him, threw a remote at his head, was beyond him. Why he would be willing to give up his self-chosen future for him was even more baffling.

Akaya paused and let the door close again before turning to the other man. He raised an eyebrow at him and frowned. "Who the hell are you?" he asked suspiciously.

Taken back by this apparent complete lack in recognition, Kazuya chortled. “You wound me Kirihara-kun, and everyone always said Wakashi and I could pass for twins, minus the age gap of course.” He mock bowed. “I am Hiyoshi Kazuya, Wakashi’s older brother. We met once briefly before. But don’t let me keep you. I believe the person you are looking for is waiting for you.”

Akaya blink and stopped looking so cranky as everything flashed back to him. "Oh yeah, you're the dude I threw a remote at..." Akaya mumbled mostly to himself and nodded a little. "Good to see you again." At the mention of Hiyoshi though, he glanced back at the door.

It was good to note that Wakashi’s boyfriend wasn’t a complete imbecile who suffered from memory loss. Kazuya’s eyes closed in the classic fake Japanese smile. “Likewise.” Noticing where Kirihara’s attention was drawn, he took his chances and attempted one last intervention. “I hope you can understand what he’s giving up for you,” he said quietly with a hint of bitterness but then covered it quickly with another smile, “but no matter. Please take care of my brother.” He bowed politely again then casually made his way down the street.

Akaya had never wished he had a remote in his hand more than he did right then. He glared at Kazuya's back then opened the door, plastering on a giant grin even though it was a little forced. He walked over and sat across from Hiyoshi like he owned the place and smiled at his boyfriend. "Hey."

Hiyoshi had glanced up right as his boyfriend walked through the door and his eyes followed him, his features relaxing into a small reciprocating smile when he sat down. “Hi.”

"Have you been waiting long?" Akaya asked nonchalantly, like he hadn't just run into Hiyoshi's brother and like he didn't want to tackle his boyfriend and make him pay for dropping him out of a window.

“My brother was here for a while with me, but left just a few minutes before you got here.” He signaled for a waiter to come over and take their orders. “He helped get us the room tonight so my parents don’t find out about it.”

Okay, maybe he shouldn't throw something at Hiyoshi's brother next time he saw him. Maybe just kick him in the shin... “Really? That's cool." He chimed and relaxed back to stretch some, his tennis bag settled comfortably at his side.

“Yeah, at least one of the members of my family isn’t hell bent on hating me.” Hiyoshi frowned, thinking about the way his mother looked at him, as if she was accusing him of some great sin. His thoughts were interrupted by Fujisawa-san coming to their table with her usual kind and gentle smile to take their orders. He looked to Akaya with a silent request to order for both of them.

Akaya watched Hiyoshi for a long moment then looked to Fujisawa-san to order three large plates of meat for them. He smiled at her and also ordered a soda for himself, wanting something different from the usual and Hiyoshi’s usual tea.

Trying to shake off the thoughts of his family, Hiyoshi mentioned, “I see you brought your tennis bag. Did you end up bringing your tennis equipment or did you actually manage to pack properly for tomorrow?” He was usually the one to do the packing since Akaya's was terrible at it. He was curious to see what he ended up thinking he needed to bring.

"Both!" Akaya proclaimed proudly and patted his bag. "I just left practice, so I've got my tennis stuff and I packed for the day last night," he grinned. He knew Hiyoshi was better at packing than him but all he needed was an extra set of clothes, right? That wasn't so hard.

Hiyoshi chuckled and thanked Fujisawa-san who brought them their drinks and turned on their burners. “I hope you thought to bring something nice to wear. They won’t give us an apartment if you go in there looking and smelling like you just got out of practice.” He was actually a little concerned no one would rent to them since they were both first time renters without any current steady income. “Were you able to talk to your parents about helping us with the initial lease?” It was embarrassing to ask but he was trying to be realistic.

"Yeah, they said it's fine. Don't worry," Akaya smiled and sipped at his drink. "And I brought nice clothes. I'm going to look awesome," he assured and waited for the grill to heat up impatiently.

Apparently everything was taken care of and he wasn’t needed at all. Hiyoshi scowled and took a drink of his warm tea which was nice and soothing going down. “I made appointments for us to look at three different places tomorrow. If we don’t like them we can look around more.” He tried not to let his irritation show since Akaya had become better recently at deciphering his bad moods and hoped the meat would serve as a distraction.

"Cool, sounds good to me," Akaya chimed and started cooking the meat when it was brought out. "You've done a lot of research on this," he commented and glanced at his boyfriend. He could see the other was upset for some reason, but he'd learned better than to start an argument about stuff like that in a public place with Hiyoshi.

“Of course I have.” He placed a few pieces of meat for himself on the burner and waited for it to cook. For no real reason, he could feel his bad mood worsening. Usually in this situation, he would first let Akaya enjoy his food, then after going home he’d drop a hint that he wanted to be left alone for the rest of the night. However, he had gone to a lot of trouble to get them the hotel and ignoring his boyfriend for the evening was not an option. Seeing no light at the end of the tunnel, he continued silently brooding to himself.

Some things the curly haired demon couldn't ignore. "Why are you grouchy?" He asked and popped a piece of meat into his mouth, sharp green eyes fixing on Hiyoshi curiously.

The grouchy mushroom hated being asked that. If he wanted to volunteer the information then he already would have. Glaring at his boyfriend, he moved more meat to his plate. “I’m not grouchy.”

"Yeah you are..." Akaya said simply and munched on another piece before eating a mouthful of rice as well. "It's really obvious."

Hiyoshi’s eyebrow twitched. “Since you apparently know me so well that it’s that obvious, I suppose I don’t need to even to tell you.”

"Ok, you're right..." Akaya shrugged and fixed a little glare on Hiyoshi. "You're not grouchy. You're pissy," He grumbled and ate more.

What the hell gave Akaya the right to talk to him like that? Hiyoshi had been through hell the last couple weeks having to deal with his family all the time. Akaya seemed to care less that they hadn’t seen each other hardly at all lately and now he was being ridiculed for not being perfectly smiley and happy?

Anyone passing by might have seen the angry stream coming off Hiyoshi in waves. Taking several rough bites of meat and swallowing hard, he almost got up and left right then and there, but instead just fixed Akaya with a “not another word” look.

Akaya obediently stayed quiet through the rest of their meal, but when they were done, he looked over at his boyfriend again stubbornly. "When we get to the hotel, you're telling me what's wrong," he said decidedly and his tone left no room for argument. It wasn't often he tried that tone with Hiyoshi, but damn it, he wasn't going to start off their apartment hunt with the other in a cranky mood.

Hiyoshi had been thankful for Akaya’s silence during the majority of the meal, and then the idiot had to open his big mouth again. Still, he knew that tone. It meant if he tried to argue it would result in red eyes and alarmed customers. Not that he particularly cared, but he didn’t want to put Fujisawa-san in a difficult position.

Standing, Hiyoshi quickly paid for the both of them then walked out of the restaurant towards the hotel without looking back to see if Akaya was following him or not. The brat could do whatever the hell he wanted.

Akaya sighed and got up, following his boyfriend with an annoyed look. He stayed close behind him but didn't walk beside him. If the damn mushroom wanted to be a grouchy ass he could be a grouchy ass ahead of him.

The hotel wasn’t very far but they walked the whole way there without a word spoken. That may have been for the best since it gave Hiyoshi time to cool his head and think rationally again, but being the stubborn Hyotei boy he was, he had no intention of being the first to speak. He checked them in at the front desk then walked calmly with his head held high to the elevator. Their hotel room was on the third flour and he managed to make it all the way there without glancing back at him even once so not to let himself become even more aggravated.

Walking into the room behind Hiyoshi, Akaya slipped off his shoes with a little sigh before going over to put his bag down. The walk had helped him cool off as well so he wasn't quite as snappy by the time they arrived. "So what's wrong?" He asked and sat on the edge of the big comfy bed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Hiyoshi tried not to snap while carelessly throwing his bag and jacket on the floor and loosening his collared shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons. Akaya didn’t need to hear about his problems, he already knew them. He didn’t want to be accused of sounding like a bitching female.

"Alright..." Akaya stared at the discarded bag and jacket with wide eyes, confused as all hell. Who was this messy person and what had he done with his obsessive compulsive boyfriend? Slowly, so as not to make any sudden movements and startle the alien mushroom, he got up and picked up the jacket, hanging it neatly in the closet and set the bag on the little luggage holder the room offered.

Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow at Akaya’s actions then just shrugged and took his place on the bed, laying down on his back with his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. He was never in a good mood after spending the day at his parent’s house. Akaya would have been better off spending his Saturday night with his friends.

Cautiously, a little afraid an alien would burst out of Hiyoshi’s stomach; Akaya walked over and sat beside his boyfriend. He didn't want to catch whatever virus was causing his boyfriend to be messy and 'blah' but he didn't know what else to do. Besides, it had been far too long since he'd seen his lover (and the last time he had, he'd gotten thrown out a window) so he leaned down and kissed him gently.

Stiff muscles unclenched as those familiar lips touched his and Hiyoshi slid a hand through his boyfriend’s hair, kissing him back. It was amusing the way his bratty demon was kissing him so timid and cautiously. He ran his tongue over a soft pouty lip before swiftly grabbing onto him, pulling and twisting them around till Akaya was lying under him.

Akaya let out a little undignified yelp at the motion, but it didn't take him long to smile and wrap his arms around Hiyoshi's neck.

Settling down on top of him, Hiyoshi burrowed his head against Akaya’s collar bone. “I want this evening to go one of two ways.” He held up a hand in front of Akaya’s face displaying one finger. “Option one, you fuck me right now until I pass out,” a second finger was added, “or option two, you order us ice cream and I get a massage.”

Akaya blinked at the fingers and frowned at the choices. "We can't do both?" He pouted and thought about the options carefully. Both options were so tempting. Option one for obvious reasons and option two for ice cream. He did love ice cream.

“Because, either way I plan on passing out by the end.” Hiyoshi had hardly slept all week, which was odd for him since usually sleep was something he never lacked. There was too much on his mind. Akaya was good at getting him to stop thinking, maybe that’s why he loved the damn brat.

He could tell his lover needed rest so Akaya just nodded a little and pet Hiyoshi’s hair. "Alright... Then I'll get us some ice cream and get some lotion so I can give you a good massage, alright?"

A smile touched those grouchy lips and Hiyoshi groaned happily at the thought. “Mm… Have I told you recently how much I love you?”

"No." Akaya said flatly. "Last time you just threw me out a window." Bitter? No, never.

Hiyoshi sweat-dropped. “Uhh… I love you?” He had forgotten about that.

Akaya snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sure you do," he teased.

“When I feel like it,” the tired boy smirked then gave Akaya a look clearly stating the faster he went to get the ice cream, the faster he would “feel like it”.

Akaya stuck his tongue out at him and wiggled his way out from under his boyfriend with minimal effort so he could order the ice cream. He got some of every type they had since he was going to be a bit bored after his boyfriend passed out.

Hiyoshi chuckled at all the ice cream his boyfriend was ordering and stood from the bed. Going to him, he wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. “Sorry,” he voiced guiltily once Akaya was off the phone. “I’m sure there are games and movies on the TV you can order too if you want.”

Glancing back at him over his shoulder, Akaya smiled a little. "It's fine," he said honestly and turned in Hiyoshi's arms to kiss him happily. "Now, lemme get the lotion out of the bathroom so I can give you that massage."

Hiyoshi nodded and went back over to the bed, taking off his shirt and pants on the way and placing them neatly with the rest of his stuff. He really did feel guilty about being this exhausted and irritable, especially since there was no good reason for it. It was just his own damn weakness against his emotions. At this point the person he had to Gekokujyo was himself.

It didn't take long to fetch the lotion. When Akaya returned, he saw Hiyoshi's clothes folded neatly and relaxed. It was his Hiyoshi after all.

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As expected, some time in the middle of the massage, Hiyoshi had completely blacked out. It was ironic how he could be alone and undisturbed for the entire night and have the worst sleep, yet now he was waking up the next morning to his demon boyfriend sprawled all over him with limbs spread out in every direction, some actually hanging off the edge of the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well.

Smiling softly, he moved an arm out from under Akaya where it had lost all feeling and pulled the demon boy more properly onto the bed and back against his chest.

Akaya wasn't terribly fond of being moved when sleeping, but he didn't complain. Instead, he just groaned and wrapped himself tightly around Hiyoshi. It had been a long time since he'd slept so soundly without sleeping pills and he was enjoying every moment of it with no intention of waking up any time soon.

Yawning, Hiyoshi looked over at the clock and sighed. It was already nearing noon and they had an appointment to get to. “Akaya…” He kissed his forehead and rubbed his back, gently trying to coax him awake.

Akaya groaned and opened his eyes slowly, the outsides of them rimmed with red from the tennis dream he'd been having. "Nnn... what?" he mumbled and sat up to look around, confused for a moment as to where the hell he was. He looked at Hiyoshi and blinked a couple more times. "A dream?"

Hiyoshi smirked when he saw red-rimmed eyes, knowing very well what he must have been dreaming about. He reached up and slowly drew him back down to his chest. “Who were you destroying?”

"Sanada-fukubuchou... and buchou... They were playing doubles against me..." Akaya mumbled and nuzzled up to his boyfriend with a quiet yawn. "What time is it...?" He bit back another bigger yawn.

“Almost noon. We have to get up and start getting ready soon so we can check out and make it to our appointment on time.” There was no real urgency in his voice as he continued to softly stroke the warm muscled skin of Akaya’s back. Despite his words, he wasn’t quite ready to move yet.

"Oh..." The tired response was murmured and Akaya snuggled up more to kiss along Hiyoshi's jaw. "How did you sleep?" He asked, trying to prolong the inevitable.

“Mm… very well, thank you.” Hiyoshi closed his eyes and his hand rose to gently massage the base of Akaya’s neck, completely relaxed. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I was with Choutarou.”

Akaya froze in his boyfriend's arms and his eyes shot open, he was definitely awake now. “Since WHAT?!"

Quite comfortable and trying not to fall back asleep, Hiyoshi didn’t notice Akaya’s distress right away, only cuddled him closer and rubbed his nose into black curls. “Hm..? Since I slept with Choutarou.”

Akaya wriggled away from Hiyoshi and stared at him like he was insane. "You… you slept… with someone?!" How could Hiyoshi be so calm about this?! They'd been kinda broken up… but still! He slept with someone?! His prude?!

Taken back, Hiyoshi sat up and gave him a weird look. “I don’t see how that would be a problem. We weren’t together at the time. You weren’t there and I was having a hard time sleeping. Choutarou was just trying to comfort me…” Honestly, Akaya had slept with his friends and senpai plenty of times. What was wrong if he did?

"You… that's not… SEX IS NOT A SLEEPING PILL!" The demon snapped and crawled out of bed to look for clothes to change into. His eyes were starting to sting. This was not a conversation he wanted to have right now. They were going to look for apartments so they could finally be together again and they were going to like it, damn it.

Hiyoshi baulked. “What?! Who said anything about sex?! I didn’t have sex with him! We just slept together! IDIOT.” How could Akaya think that? Technically, even if he had, Akaya and he hadn’t been together at the time, but still… “You honestly think I would do that?!”

"No! Why do you think I'm so damned surprised that you-" Akaya’s whole body that had started to shake paused and let the other words sink in. As they did, he relaxed back against the wall for support. "You didn't..." He let out a sigh of relief and slid down the wall until he was sitting. "Don't phrase things like that, idiot..." he mumbled and rested his forehead on his knees. “Anyone would think you two had..."

Hiyoshi shook his head and walked over to crouch in front of Akaya with a worried expression. “You’re not just anyone, idiot. I would have thought you had more faith in me than that.” He held out a hand to help him up. “Come on. Let’s go find a place to live.” Away from other people, thank god.

"Yeah..." Akaya said and sighed, smiling a little before taking Hiyoshi's hand to help pull himself up. "We gotta find a good place that Wilson's gonna like. Oh! Oh! And a place that we can get cool pets like snakes and stuff, too."

“Snakes. You want a snake.” Hiyoshi deadpanned.

"A snake would be so cool!" Akaya grinned and looked just like a child who wanted to take home something from the zoo to keep in his room, which in a way he nearly was.

“Ugh…” Hiyoshi promptly face palmed. “You have ten minutes to be ready and out the door.” Maybe living with Akaya wasn’t going to the smartest decision he ever made, but seeing his boyfriend grinning at him like that almost made it worth it, right? He was sooooo going to regret this.

"Heh heh," Well Hiyoshi hadn't said no... Maybe they could stop by the pet shop on the way back. He nodded to his boyfriend and went into the bathroom to use the facilities and get changed. Five minutes later he reemerged, ready to take on the world. "Maybe we can name it Mamuko?"

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As the front door was opened to the first apartment they were looking at, the first thought that came to mind was that it was small, but Hiyoshi quickly shoved down that thought. Realistically, even this was a little out of the price range he’d set for them. He was going to have to get used to this.

Akaya walked in and looked around the place curiously, not used to apartment life. But compared to his house, which was full of thousands of useless things and piles of things that no one even recognized anymore, the place they were standing in was huge. "This is awesome!" He slipped off his shoes to go in and check the place out. "Whadda ya think, Wakashi?" he asked curiously as he went out onto the balcony.

“It’s alright,” the more reserved of the two of them acquiesced, not wanting to say what he really thought in front of the small polite lady showing it to them. The kitchen by the door was so small it could hardly be considered a kitchen, more like a small side table with a stove and a hole in it for a sink. He doubted the closet would actually hold both their sets of clothes. The second room, which counted as the bedroom, at least seemed nice enough. The light hit the room at a good angle.

Akaya went over to check out the closet and looked at it with a frown. "Naa, Wakashi... My happy shelf won’t fit in here..." He pouted and looked in the shower. There was no way for them both to fit in there, let alone have sex in there.

There wasn’t going to be room for a lot of things. Hiyoshi came up behind Akaya to whisper quietly. “I don’t think we can afford anything larger.”

"That's alright," Akaya said and turned to smile at him. "Really, it's bigger than our dorm room and we'll be able to have a real bed."

“True,” Hiyoshi agreed, “but we still have a few more places to look at, so we don’t have to decide right away.”

"Alright," Akaya glanced at the door where the lady was standing and stole a kiss. "Then should we keep looking?"

Hiyoshi nodded, turning a little red. He was annoyed to admit it but he didn’t know how well he would do living in such a small confined space, especially with a bratty demon and an energetic fuzz ball. Heh, actually, both those descriptions were interchangeable for the two.

They quickly thanked the land lady and made their way to a second apartment. It was almost the exact same layout as the first but with a higher price.

The third was a bit farther away from campus but was also a little more in their price range. Hiyoshi just hoped the price didn’t indicate that it would be even smaller.

Akaya trotted along as they walked, looking at the surrounding areas curiously. "It's a ways from campus, but it's not so bad," he commented, though looked perplexed by the apartment building as they walked up to it. It looked really old and some of the faded orangy paint was chipping off the outside walls. At least there was a convenience store across the street. "Woah... looks kinda old," he said and looked around. "Where's the elevator...?"

“Apparently there isn’t one.” It did look aged and Hiyoshi was a little concerned about the beat up looking roof, but he wasn’t in the position to be choosy. “Might as well still look.” He took out his phone to call the apartment office to let them know they were there. A moment later, the landlady came out to show them the room.

The lady was hard to miss with her very bright green suit with its many accessories and even brighter smile. She quickly and politely introduced herself as “Asai Yuko” with a cheery smile then led them up the stairs to the third floor to show them the room.

Akaya pouted as they were dragged up the flights of stairs that led to the apartment. It wasn't that he was out of breath or tired at all from the climb, but he knew it would suck after a long day of practice. He waited for her to open the door then bounded inside curiously, slipping off his shoes expertly before looking around. "This one's a lot bigger!"

Indeed, the apartment was bigger. The whole front room was very spacious and even the small kitchenette had a little extra space. All in all, it wasn’t so bad. Hiyoshi went farther in to look at the empty bedroom and balcony.

Akaya went into the bathroom and beamed. "Wakashi! It's big enough for both of us!" He chimed happily and walked out to look at the balcony curiously. "Oooo this is, too," he smirked mischievously and looked out at the view. It wasn't great, but it definitely wasn't bad.

Hiyoshi winced. Akaya had said that a little too loudly for his liking, but when he looked back at the landlady standing near the door she was still smiling brightly, almost like a mannequin. …Creepy. “It’s a little far from campus…”

"Yeah, but it's not that bad. We're both in shape." Akaya bumped his side against Hiyoshi's. "What do you think, Wakashi?"

The walls had holes in them and some of the paint was chipped, but it looked clean and the view from the balcony of the street down below wasn’t bad. When he looked over at Akaya he thought he could imagine making it into a home. “Do you think Wilson would like it?”

"Yeah, there's more space for him here than the other places and our dorm," Akaya explained, excited that Hiyoshi seemed to like it too, and turned to lean back on the railing to look inside the room. "I think it will be good. We'll have our own place, finally..."

“Yeah,” Hiyoshi grinned, “it’s boring without you.”

Akaya laughed and nodded. "I know," he smirked and pushed away from the railing. "Should we take it?"

“We still have two other places to look at, but this is the least expensive and the others are farther away. Do you want to take it?”

"I like it. I think we should," he said quietly and leaned against his side. "It feels right..."

A tiny spark of excitement welled up in Hiyoshi’s chest. It was both exciting and terrifying. He was going to do this. They were going to do this… and maybe they could even be happy. A small beaming smile lit up his face and he leaned back against him, sharing a little of his weight. “Alright. Let’s take it.”

Akaya grinned at the rare, but wonderful sight of his boyfriend smiling then bound over to the apartment manager. "We'll take it~!"
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