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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“How can you be so coldhearted?” Horie’s sister shouted. She was distraught, practically in despair over what happened to her mate, Serizawa.

“Mochi Hana, both you and Serizawa-kun prepared yourselves for such a time. Don’t tell me that the two of you expected to live forever. Such ideal thinking should not have been considered to begin with!” Horie exclaimed wanting to stress his point. “Avenge his death and bring closure.”

The ninja woman trembled noticeably as she tried her best not to break down in front of her intimating brother. The loss of her mate was devastating, and now vengeance was her utmost priority. “He was doing his job Hisomu. A job that you assigned to him,” said she rather angrily.

Horie set his tobacco pipe, still smoldering, into the tray. Exhaling a rather big sigh, he stood from the English settee and walked over to peer out the window. Slowly, he turned to face his, rather angry sister and asked, “Are you saying that I am at fault for your man’s death?”

In an obvious release of her aggression, Mochi Hana’s shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh, and then another. “No,” she replied shaking her head. “I am not blaming you.”

“Good, I am glad to hear that.”

“I don’t blame you, but I was definitely expecting you to be more sympathetic as my brother,” Mochi Hana said softly, rather defeated.

“Sympathetic? Your Serizawa was nothing to me, but a subordinate. I will put forth the effort in finding out who is responsible for his death, just as I would do when any of my men are killed. Revenge is our code of honor; I’ll not let this incident pass without it. However, I will not display emotions I do not have for the man.”

Mochi Hana seethed with anger as she sat there and listened to Horie’s obvious calloused heart. She could scarcely believe that she was related to the man. What happened to the boy whom she was so fond of that shared her life while in that little village when they were children? Whatever could have happened to that innocent little boy she remembered so well. The man standing before her was definitely not the Hisomu she grew up with.

Mitsu overheard Horie and Mochi Hana’s conversation as she passed the office on her way to make ocha down in the supply room. She couldn't keep herself from the sibling's discussion, especially when she knew that Mochi Hana was in such a vulnerable state.   “Hisomu-san, can you not see that your sister is referring to herself? Can you not understand that you should be sympathetic to her loss and her pain?”

Horie frowned and shook his head. “Woman! Do not tell me what I should, or should not feel. I am what I will always be—whom you see before you. I need not have to explain my being with either one of you.” Horie was beginning to lose his patience as he snarled out, “Know your places!”

That was the final note on the conversation. Mitsu set her arm around Mochi Hana and escorted the grieving woman out the door.

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“When Himura told me that you were still here in Tokyo, Misao…” Aoshi glared at the little ninja woman, his arms folded in front of him sternly.

“I was on my way, honest I was, but how could you expect me to leave without my seeing Kaoru-san? I didn’t disobey you, I just didn’t follow through on your wish as quickly as you assumed I would.”

“Misao, Misao,” Aoshi walked toward her, whilst he shook his head disapprovingly. “When will you ever grow up?” He looked into Misao’s glassy eyes. It was obvious that she was feeling disappointment in herself for letting Aoshi down. After all, she wanted nothing else, but to please the man. She always dreamed of having that position in the shinobi’s life. Now when she’d finally arrived, when Aoshi willingly offered her a position in his life as the mother of his child, she seemed to have disappointed him straight away.

Misao avoided Aoshi’s eyes by looking at the ground beneath her feet. “I’m sorry Lord Aoshi,” she said, sighing the words out obviously distressed. “I didn't mean to fail you, nor did I mean to disobey.”

Aoshi did not lack compassion for Misao, but he did lack the ability to express his emotions. The shinobi had always been fond of Misao and would never deny having his heart captured by the little girl many years before, which prompted him to take her in and raise her. Nevertheless, the little girl he cared for, grew into a very attractive young woman and had agreed to set forth upon Japan’s soil—his heir. Her sacrifice had indeed softened his heart and the concern he felt for Misao’s wellbeing was genuine.

“Listen to me, Misao,” Aoshi spoke softly in a low smooth tone. He reached out and took her shoulders into his hands and shook her gently.

Misao sensed Aoshi’s urgency and concern that he had for her. She looked into his eyes and to affirm her full attention. “Lord Aoshi, what is it?”

“I want you to take Kaoru-san with you to Kyoto tonight.”

“What’s wrong? You know I can sense that something has happened. What is it?”

“Horie—the assignment. It suddenly got complicated,” replied Aoshi. “Horie Hisomu will soon find out that Sanosuke Sagara and Fujita Gorou were responsible for the death of Horie’s accomplice, Serizawa. The man was one of the syndicate leader’s heads. We will be using this dojo as refuge. Himura thought it a good idea to shelter both you and Kaoru until this situation ends its round. I agree.”

“But Lord Aoshi, I’m a part of this mission. I have been since the very beginning, how can you ask me to step down now?”

“Misao. You have agreed to raise my child?”

“Yes but…”

Aoshi shook Misao’s shoulders once again. “Think Misao. If anything should happen to you…”

“Yes, yes,” Misao agreed, interrupting Aoshi so to avoid hearing the negative statement he was about to complete. “You are right Lord Aoshi.” The young ninja woman jumped at the opportunity to throw her arms around the shinobi’s neck, taking advantage of his bent over position.

“That’s a good girl,” Aoshi said as he returned Misao’s embrace.

“I’m a woman now,” said Misao, “please don’t forget that.”

Aoshi pulled himself from the young lady’s embrace. “I will not forget,” he said, and gently placed a kiss upon her forehead.

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“You expect me to do what?” Kaoru said in disbelief that Kenshin would even suggest that she go to Kyoto during a time such as this.

“Miss Kaoru… Kaoru-san,” Kenshin tried again to persuade the stubborn woman without setting her off into one of her hysterical rants. “I need you to understand…”

“Understand? I’ll tell you what I understand, Kenshin! It is always something with you, isn’t it? First you leave me and not tell me anything about where you are going, so I track you down in Kyoto and you leave me there to fight with Shishio! We are finally together, we decided to have a family, and now, Kenshin— You tell me to go to Kyoto?”

“Calm down Miss Kaoru.”

“How can I be calm when you are telling me… No. You are ordering me to leave my own dojo?” Kaoru had her hands resting on her hips, her face aflame. “Kenshin, how should I react to something like this?”

“With understanding,” Aoshi said as he and Misao walked into the gathering room where Kenshin and Kaoru were having the discussion. “Have you allowed Kenshin to explain the situation?”

Kaoru’s attention was given over to Aoshi as she looked over at the couple entering the room. She noticed that Misao seemed calm enough, so Kaoru decided to take a breather from the panic she was in before the shinobi arrived.

“This is serious Kaoru-san,” Misao stated. “Lord Aoshi explained everything to me and I had to agree with him. It is best that you and I go to Kyoto.”

“But… Why? Kenshin and I finally…” Kaoru paused and realized that perhaps it wouldn’t be the best timing to tell people about her plans with Kenshin to start a family.   “Well, this would be just the wrong time for a trip. The thought of having to be separated from Kenshin again is horrible!”

“I was trying to explain it all to you Miss Kaoru,” said Kenshin.

Kaoru blushed as she looked at the three of them standing around her with penetrating eyes. She laughed nervously and said, “I guess I panicked and didn’t allow Kenshin to tell me the whole situation.”

“That is obvious enough,” Aoshi smirked.

Kenshin took a deep breath and began explaining the new development to Kaoru. Aoshi and Misao stood by and listened and filled in the gaps from their perspective as well. They have been working the case since Kyoto, so there were a lot of details that even Kenshin didn’t fully know about. When the briefing was over, Kaoru was more in control of her emotions and had agreed to depart to Kyoto on the evening train with Misao.

“Now that it is all settled, I shall meet with Saitou and fill him in. Time is running out for them. It will probably be sooner that Horie will catch up to them, rather than later.”

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“Why are you dressed like that this morning,” asked Sano as he eyed Saitou’s attire. "It is way too formal for my taste.” Sano’s comment, although not very positive didn’t express all of Sano’s opinion for Saitou’s appearance. Sano thought Saitou looked rather dashing in his police blues. The official garb was immaculate and perfectly suited for the wolf’s frame. Sano toyed with the thought of running his hands over Saitou’s body, but had a feeling that the handsome officer would probably reject his advances, being that Saitou was busy packing to vacate the residence until they knew exactly where they stood with Horie.

Saitou paused, long enough to answer Sano’s question. “I am sure Horie will know my identity by the end of the day. I see no reason for me to be dressed for undercover work from this point.”

Sano felt responsible for blowing the wolf’s cover. It did seem that he had a knack for doing the most negative things in Saitou’s life. He wasn’t so sure if Saitou was angry at him for causing additional problems, but their night together certainly had Sano resting assured that he had made up for his transgressions. Saitou was pretty hot in bed and whatever anger the wolf last night over the Serizawa incident was dealt with between them then.

“Hey Saitou.” “Hmmm?”

“You know I feel really bad about blowing your cover.”

Saitou threw the last item into his travel bag and turned to look at Sano. The sight of the guilt ridden young man had Saitou’s feelings stirred once again. Sano was the only person with the ability to cause Saitou to soften. Though the wolf often fought with such emotions, he was beginning to give into it more often, than not.

Without a second thought Saitou approached Sano, stood before the young man and questioned, “Is there something you do not like about my attire?”

Sano blushed, thinking that perhaps Saitou had caught him admiring him lustfully. “No. Nothing’s wrong with the uniform, but I have to admit, it makes me feel sort of uneasy. You know that I didn’t exactly get along with the police.” Sano shrugged his shoulders and looked into Saitou’s piercing gaze. “Somehow, the uniform makes you look harder—stronger.”

“Such is within your own mind, Sanosuke,” Saitou smirked. “I am still the same man you slept with last night. Garments do not change a man. The choices men make during their lives causes change. Beginning with his attitude, his actions, and then finally his character.”

“Ahhh Haaa…” Sano sung out a scale of melodic notes to express understanding. “So, what you are saying is, that if I feel you like this…” Sano placed his palms upon Saitou’s broad chest, “…you will feel the same to me as you felt last night?”

Saitou grinned. He knew what Sano was up to, and had no intentions of halting the flirting young man. As a matter of fact, the wolf was feeling particularly aroused upon awakening that morning, but he didn’t want to disturb Sano’s sleep since the young man needed to heal up after the encounter with Serizawa. Saitou had chosen to shelve his primal desire. Instead he rose and had gotten washed and dressed in preparation to find safer quarters for his mate.

Sano was instantly erect, his manhood stretched beneath the restraining fabric of his gi. The uniform that Saito was wearing had the young man experiencing new feelings within, which was rather exciting. When he ran his hands over the front of Saitou’s chest, the wolf felt stronger, steadier, as if Saitou was bigger than life. It had Sano feeling insignificant, exposed and so very vulnerable.

Perhaps Saitou sensed it by the manner in which Sano touched him. Saitou definitely felt a delicate manner in which the ex-fighter’s caresses were almost feminine-like. In actions, it had Saitou feeling stronger and it prompted him to move forward, aggressively.

“Uhhh, this feels weird,” Sano said. He wasn’t quite sure what it was that made Saitou feel so different to him.

Saitou peered at his mate through corner of his eye. He did observe that Sano was acting rather peculiar, and Sano’s touch was definitely different, which made Saitou curious. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you, Saitou,” Sano shrugged.

Saitou leaned against Sano’s torso and pushed the young man backward until Sano could go no further. It was Sano’s uncertainty that had gotten Saitou worked up, hungry again and wishing to devour the young man whose back he had pressed against the wall.

“What about me?” Saitou asked. He slid his hand around to the back of Sano’s neck in preparation to draw closer to his mate and initiate a kiss.

Sano’s big wide eyes drew their lids at half mass, anticipating the wolf’s passionate lips upon his own. Sano sighed, “You’re so sexy, I can’t stand it.” He shut his eyes and received Saitou’s tongue. Sano felt the heat of Saitou’s desire from that kiss. It was hot, wet and very desiring. Saitou breath was deep, and also hot against Sano’s cheek. He slid his arms around Saitou’s neck and shoulders and pulled the wolf even deeper into that intimate kiss. It felt so good to Sano, so right to be in Saitou’s arms, feeling what it was like to have Tokyo’s Police Inspector’s body rubbing against his.

Sano gasped and pushed Saitou from him, the look he had on his face was as if he’d seen a ghost.

A little annoyed, Saitou placed his hand against the wall above Sano’s shoulder and wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. “What is it this time?” Saitou asked.

“That’s it!” “What is—it?”

“You are the fucken Police Inspector!” Sano blurted.

“And it has taken you this long to finally realize that?” Saitou definitely wasn’t in the mood for one of Sano’s less than brilliant observation reports. The wolf was hungry and his menu wasn’t cooperating.

“I’ve never thought about it like that, but with your uniform—and you seemingly so strong. Shit Saitou, I’m fucking around with the Police Inspector!”

“Ahou!”

“Are you going to arrest me?” Sano asked weakly. He practically melted when he felt Saitou’s arm slide down the front of his gi and parted the lapels to reveal his peaked, erect nipples.

“No Sanosuke, I will not place you under arrest, but I will do as I please with you.”

Sano sucked the air quickly between his teeth as the tweaking pain shot through his nipple. He sighed, his breath stolen by the wolf that worked his body with expertise. Sano felt his other nipple being taken as well. The pinches and twists of his sensitive fleshly chest-caps tormented Sano with pleasurable sensations that ran through his body. The stimulation flooded his male extremity, which only added to the already built up pressure within.

“What the fuck? What are you doing to my nipples? Are you tearing them off? OH! What it’s doing to my fucking cock! You have to rub my cock, Saitou. This is driving me crazy,” pleaded Sano. He pushed his hips forward, his straining cock found contact with Saitou’s throbbing manhood beneath the wolf’s uniform trousers.

Saitou let out a snippet of a moan when he felt Sano’s pressure against his fleshly excitement. He slid his mouth down the young man’s neck and placed the entire face of his tongue against Sano’s throat and lapped the area in-between the artery and windpipe. His breath was hard and hot against the young man’s neck. There was no restraint practiced right then—the wolf bit down on the meaty side of Sano’s neck.

“Ahggh,” Sano gasped. “Oh fuck!” He ran his hands down Saitou’s back and felt the wolf tremble then. He didn’t know why Saitou seemed so worked up, but it was adding tremendously to his own primal appetite. Using the uniform’s belt loops on Saitou’s trousers as miniature handles, Sano pulled the wolf’s hips toward him, causing the hardness of Saitou’s cock to grind against his own swollen flesh. “Shit, I want to get fucked so bad. Your cock, Saitou…”

“What about my penis?” Saitou asked, as he pushed the topic of their conversation even harder against Sano.

Sano leaned his head back against the wall and gazed hypnotically into Saitou’s golden eyes, as though he was under the wolf’s spell. “I want it,” Sano replied, quite out of breath. “I can’t help but want your cock inside of me and do me the way you did me last night.”

“You enjoy that?” Saitou questioned, only to encourage the young man to continue to talk to him in that manner. Their conversation, the heated topic and the specific words were pulling Saitou deeper into the lustful mania.

“Yeah, I really like it. Sometimes it hurts so good that I think I’ll lose my sanity,” explained Sano as he continued to rotate his hips to take advantage of Saitou’s pressing cock against his, despite the constraints of their outerwear. The friction of their meshing male members was causing Sano to climb rapidly into a euphoric state of sexual bliss.

“What about this, Sanosuke?” Saitou slid his hand down into Sano’s gi, wedging his fingers between the crack of the young man’s perfectly shaped buttocks. “Do you enjoy this as well?”

Sano wanted Saitou to fuck him with a passion that was burning within. His breath was stolen, his heart pounded against his chest as if it was nearly hammering its way against his ribcage. “Oh for the love of—my ass! Saitou, you damn wolf! You have to fuck me… I need it now!”

“Oh, do you need it right now?” Saitou snickered as he felt Sano lose control beneath his touch. The wolf’s fingers wedged its way even further down between Sano’s ass crack, just a whisper away from the young man’s inviting portal.

Sano could barely withstand the acute sensations that seemed to envelop him. He suddenly, without warning, tore at his gi top and threw it off to the side of them, which landed in a heap next to the bed. His gi bottoms immediately followed as he kicked it off his ankle. The white garb spun through the air and landed on top of the night table, practically knocking everything that rested upon it.

No doubt, the young man’s actions and shameless pleading excited and pleased Saitou beyond measure. He stood there for a few moments, gazing at Sano’s delectable form that stood before him as a sexual sacrifice, willing to succumb to anything the wolf had appetite for.

Saitou reached up to the first button at his uniform’s collar, but Sano quickly reached up to prevent the wolf from following through.

“Don’t take it off,” Sano said, still holding Saitou’s wrist to keep the wolf from undoing the button.

“You like the uniform, hmmm?” The smile at the corners of Saitou’s mouth revealed the wolf’s compliance and even his eagerness to please Sano. “I want you to lay on top of the bed,” Saitou’s expressed desire was like smooth liquid.

Excitedly Sano moved toward the bed. Surprisingly, he kept his exhilaration under control. He very much wanted to tear into Saitou, to ravish and take advantage of the wolf’s entire sexual being. He wanted Saitou to do the same to him. He made himself comfortable on his back atop the bed. The pillow beneath his head for support, his legs slightly parted, which led to his wonderful erection, at full alert, wavering above his manly form.

“You look good enough to eat,” Saitou commented as he gazed upon the meal Sano set before him. The young man was stunning, and he belonged to Saitou, totally—at least for that moment in time. “Spread your legs a little more.” The wolf’s eyes sharply focused between Sano’s perfectly shaped limbs. The sight was terribly inviting and beckoned Saitou’s cock to action.

“Like this?”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. He undid the front of his trousers and quickly presented his zealous masculine member. “I little farther apart, if you will.” Saitou pulled the foreskin of his cock away from the wetness that gathered at its tip and watched eagerly as Sano bent his knees and spread his legs wide. “Wonderful,” sighed Saitou, along with a faint moan.

Sano began to stroke his own shaft. There wasn’t anyway that he could have resisted the call of his organ. With Saitou looking down at him, dressed the way he was, Sano could barely keep from pumping his cock to completion. He resisted the temptation to do so. Instead, he peered at Saitou’s sexual member protruding from the slit of the blue uniform. The wolf stood tall at the foot of the bed, broad shouldered and definitely shining with authority.   Sano held onto his cock, but moved his hips, rather than his hands, to produce the desired friction upon his slippery organ.

Saitou’s lips parted as Sano’s sexual display tore the wind from him. Saitou began to stroke his own cock as he gazed upon his mate in a hand fuck. It fueled the fire that was already out of control inside him. Saitou knew that if he didn’t place his cock inside of Sano, he would definitely spill his supply right there, at the foot of the bed.

“Hold your legs apart Sanosuke,” Saitou ordered as he climbed onto the bed.

Sano released his cock and tucked both of his hands behind either knees and spread his legs even farther. This time, Sano revealed the delicate pink entry of his rear portal to Saitou in full view.

“Ahhh, this is exactly what I want, Sanosuke. Precisely what I need.”

“Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you going to wet me down first?” Sano questioned.

“I thought you said you enjoyed hurting a little.”

“I didn’t mean having my asshole tearing,” Sano’s voice squelched as he spoke in fear that Saitou was going to penetrate him without preparation anyway.

The wolf sighed, “Very well, the vile is on the table. If not, your gi knocked it off in your haste to disrobe.”

Sano rolled over and took the vile of oil up in his fingers. It was the very few things that remained on the table when Sano’s gi skidded across the top. Without haste, he quickly scooted back into position and tossed Saitou the vile.

Saitou held the vile over his erection and poured several drops onto his stiffened flesh. With his other hand he slowly distributed the lubricant over his shaft, which caused him to utter a deep groan from his throat. He gave his shaft a varied amount of strokes, not able to resist the enjoyment he got out of the slick lubricant on his skin. Then, he turned his attention to Sano whom had resumed the position to be fucked.

Saitou moved closer to his target, reached out and slid one of his lubricated fingers into Sano’s rear orifice. The wolf felt the young man’s entry clamp down around his finger, which generated more excitement within Saitou to ready Sano for penetration. He definitely wanted his cock inside of his mate then more than ever. He worked Sano’s entry a little and then slipped another finger into the portal.

Sano breathe deeply, but at the same time winched as he felt his opening being stretched. He made an effort to relax, for he had learned that the sooner he relaxed, the quicker his anal muscles would cooperate. Although the feeling of the initial entry was sometimes excruciating, somehow the pain that followed enhanced the overall sexual experience.

“Hold still Sanosuke,” Saitou said as he removed his fingers and positioned his cock at Sano’s portal for entry. He looked at his handsome mate’s face, eager to see Sano receive his entrance. He pushed forward against the puckered tissue until it slowly gave way to his cock. First Sano’s tightness resisted the head of Saitou’s cock from entering, but soon, with a little more pressure applied, Saitou felt the young man’s pucker stretch, and then the wonderful enveloping heat of Sano’s internal walls around the head. The sensation almost too hot for Saitou to hold back his molten seed that begged for eruption.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Sano’s profanity, the expression of his mounting lust was the evidence that the young man was enraptured. “Saitou push your dick inside of me, I want it all… ALL!”

“By all means,” Saitou smirked sexily. He pushed forward and sunk his entire shaft into Sano with no mercy. “You asked for it, my lover, I will give it to you.”

Sano was stunned, as if a bolt of lightening hit him. Saitou had never referred to him as lover. He looked at Saitou and stared at him. He noticed that the look in Saitou’s eyes was as though the wolf was in a trance. Did Saitou really use such an endearing title for Sano?

“Am I?” Sano asked breathlessly.

Saitou began pumping at Sano’s entrance. “Are you what?” Saitou replied with a question.

“Am I your lover?” Sano’s voice sounded jagged, due to Saitou’s deep penetrating thrusts.

“Sanosuke let us discuss this another time. Right now… I am focused on another issue.”

A little disappointed Sano closed his eyes and began stroking his cock while he felt Saitou move in and out of his ass. As incredible as the sensations were, Sano was able to control his urge to climax. Instead, he balanced playfully at the edge and teased himself with the prospect of an orgasm.

Saitou, on the other hand was well into the heights of passion as he pounded his cock into Sano. He held the young man at the hips and drove his shaft in as far as he could get it and then withdrew without disengaging, and then he drove into his mate again. Each thrust took him onto the next level until he reached his peak. With one final thrust Saitou bared his pearly white teeth and snarled with such intensity, which led to his concluding orgasmic statement. He pumped his liquid load from his testicles deep into Sano’s cavity.

A few short moments passed. Saitou regained his composure and carefully pulled out of Sano. He opened his eyes in wonder why Sano had been unusually quiet through the frenzied climax. Surely Sano couldn’t have held off from having an orgasm through all of that. Saitou peered at Sano to investigate.

“Ahou!” Saitou barked out angrily. “God damn it!”

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself. The uniform, Saitou! I had to do it. It was part of the whole turn on.”

Saitou sat there for a minute, deciding whether he should vent his disapproval right then, or hold off to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Sano by taking a swing at him. After all, Sano was still on the mend from Serizawa. He sternly glared at Sano, and then he looked at his uniform with its newly acquired design made up of frothy seminal fluid by—his truly.

“Look at it this way Saitou,” Sano snickered like a playful otter during spring. “At least it’s a nice design.”

Without another word, Saitou stood from the bed and exited the room, obviously on his way to trade his soiled uniform for another.

Sano decided to just lay atop the soft western style bed, relishing the moment when he had hit his orgasmic peak. He can’t remember ever releasing his seminal fluid with such intense force. He wasn’t expecting it to splash across Saitou’s chest. He had to admit that as soon as he saw the first opaque stream hit the blue fabric of Saitou’s immaculate uniform, he deliberately sent his second and third shot forth, targeting the wolf’s sexy attire. It was well worth getting Saitou angry with him, for it was indeed a fulfillment of a long time fantasy of his. Sano’s smile spread across his face as he sighed in contentment.
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