L's Rock Band Ch 6 CompleteNote
A/N: I do not own Death Note or Dethklok because I am poor and I want to keep my money…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktEFOpny0S0
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L smirked as his fingers traced along the jaw-line of the suddenly docile Kira's chin.
"Good, that makes things much easier if Kira cooperates."
Light balked at that. L pouted as the other slapped his fingers away. "I'm not Kira! I told you, my name is Light!"
"If you're not Kira than why do you have Kira written on you guitar?" L declared in an 'Ahah! I got you!' tone of voice "With such memorabilia you are obviously either Kira or Kira's devoted fanboy..."
Light made a disgusted noise. "Like hell! I don't support Kira!"
"You don't?" Mikami asked in obvious confusion.
"Of course not! It's not right that some dildo is out there murdering people!"
Naturally, it's only just when God does it! Mikami intuitively understood his Lord's reasoning and nodded his approval.
"Then why...?" L pointed rudely at the guitar, Light swiped it away.
"The guitar just came that way! It was like that long before this Kira thing ever started so I don't think there's any connection..."
"Wait, how long have you had that guitar?"
"About a week... why?" Light snapped defensively.
The timeline matches up and... "Wait, you've only played guitar for a week?" L would have never have guessed it with the way he was expertly shredding onstage.
"That's right," the younger man snarled defiantly. "Gonna make something of it?"
"You're a natural at it," L said soothingly.
Light thought so too. But for some reason he still blushed at the older man's praise. "Thank you."
"I can't help but notice you have fast hands," L said smoothly.
"Oh man, who falls for such a lame pick up line..." Mello began.
"This Yagami kid apparently," Matt stated as he watched his mentor wooing the blushing-like-a-schoolgirl Kira. He wasn't imagining this right? L was indeed coming onto another guy? No. He just couldn't be serious... Matt needed heavier goggles.
"My band is looking for a guitarist. Won't you join me, Light-kun?"
"Of course," Light answered resolutely eyes shining with enthusiasm, determination, and some other emotion that Light hardly ever experienced so didn't readily identify or have a name for.
"God!" Mikami wailed in despair. Was his God being seduced to the dark side? Mikami didn't know what he'd do without his God. He would be utterly lost. He might as well kill himself right now...
"But only if Mikami can join too," Light added as an afterthought. He wasn't about to shut out his one true friend like that. L frowned. It was the auburn-haired teen he was drawn to, he had no use for a third wheel. "Don't you know you have a lead guitar and a rhythm guitar," Light persuaded.
L sighed. It appeared it would be non-negotiable. "Sure, whatever."
Mikami fell to his knees before them. "God, thank you. Thank you!"
"Yeah..." L quickly returned his attentions to the brunette he had captured. "Oh and one more thing... uh... until this whole Kira thing is settled one way or the other I think I'd better keep you handcuffed to me at all times. You know, just as a precaution..."
"Sure, sounds good to me!"
The others looked apprehensive as L snapped on the handcuffs binding him to the brunette guitarist.
"Gay," Matt whispered audibly. Matt, Mello, and Mikami all wore looks that seemed somewhere in between irritated and homicidal...
"YOU DICKS GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?" L roared.
"No," They all answered swiftly, exchanging nervous glances. As far as Mello could tell L had one rule for his successors to follow. Don't get in between L and his candy. That obviously included man-candy. Seeing L get angry wasn't something they had ever seen before (except for that one time Mello had got between L and his chocolate stash... that hadn't been pretty) nor ever wished to see again...
"Uhh... now that we've got the band together why don't we see how it goes together you know like... uh..."
"Uh... like a practice run?"
"Yeah!"
Light and L smiled at each other having had the sudden epiphany that they were both musical genii on the same wavelength and that this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship...
"What, here?" Mikami asked somewhat apprehensively. Really, in front of the same crowd that booed them offstage?
"Guys, hate to break up your lovefest but we don't have..." Mello turned gesturing towards the stage... "...instruments!"...where a matching black and white bass and drumset that vaguely resembled the Kiras' guitars were there waiting for them.
"How the hell did that happen?" Matt exclaimed.
Light shrugged and retrieved his Death Note from his back and began shredding as he and L made something up on the spot. Altogether Light and Teru's wicked shredding fit seamlessly with Mello's angry strumming and Matt's pounding in perfect tempo. More than slightly drunk himself, L took up the microphone on center-stage, not bothering to first remove the hard candies from his mouth. Mello and Matt winced as L began singing in a guttural incomprehensible way:
Foolish mortals, sinners quake / In fear, flailing /
Furies besets upon them / Justice and retribution without failing! /
But it turned out that L's new vocal method was absolutely perfect for the death metal sound they were trying to create. It all came together for them onstage as one totally awesome and brutal sound. Like in their earlier fight Light and L seemed to be in perfect sync, able to read and predict the other's moves and where the other was going musically. It was uncanny how seamlessly they played together, they complimented each other-they completed each other.
L's dark eyes rolled up to the stare at the nightclub's mirrored ceiling, catching their reflections as they played. A mirrored ceiling-how fortuitous, he could watch Kira from every angle and make sure he didn't try any shinaniguns… shenanigans? Shenani-somethings anyway. When he took the brunette with him he totally needed to do that in their bedroom at the Kira Investigation Headquarters. You know, just for observational purposes. That would be so brutal! And actually since he caught Kira already, he could just convert the whole thing into Band Headquarters. L watched Light as he was shredding behind him. He had thrown off his long white trenchcoat and his sweat-stained dress shirt was now open revealing the expanse of his deliciously exposed chest...
L was fully capable of singing and gawking at the same time as the band of musical genii continued to play flawlessly in front of a live audience. This did not bother Light and L-Light fully enjoyed being the center of attention and L was able to ignore the crowd seeing as his attention was focused entirely on Light, and in that tried and true method of dealing with performing in public, he was imagining him naked.
Mikami and Matt felt more pressure to do well. They sweated in fear as they scrambled to keep up with Light and L, or at least fake it convincingly enough. Mello, however, was still too drunk to care and just focused on having fun in stereotypical blonde fashion.
If you've done wrong in the past / Your next breath will be your last! /
BECAUSE WE'LL FIND YOU! /
L pointed dramatically as he shouted into the microphone over the house full of screaming... fans?
As the jawbreakers in L's mouth melted away to the spicy layer L reflexively sped up the tempo, the others quickly caught on and the pace of the music quickened for the bridge and rose in pitch and gave the audience the overall feeling that they were being pursued by an unknown, invisible force that might strike from anywhere and at any time. It was of course peppered with shrill notes and abuse of the classic screamer trailer diminished 7th chords crescendoing louder and louder (taking it up to eleven!).
You can run / (But we'll find you!) /
You can hide / (But we'll find you!) /
You try to fight / Pitiful sight /
Heheheheheh! Nowhere to hide, my bride… /
The bullets rip through your side! /
The crowd went absolutely wild to the point that no one noticed or cared about the occasional fan's gory demise via falling into one of the bar's many glass-top table or being crushed by a stage light.
(We found you!) /
(We found you!) /
(We found you!) /
You're DONE! /
There's nowhere left to run! / (Hear the bells?) /
Hahahahaha! You were just another name on my list! / (Rot in hell!) /
I AM JUSTICE!
The song ended on a wailing note cut short and the crowd exploded in applause.
"What's this band called?" Someone in the crowd shouted.
The now bandmates looked at each other in confusion. Mikami glanced at Light's guitar.
"Light-sama, how about Death Note?"
"Ryuuzaki-san?"
Mikami felt a vein in his forehead twitching as his God asked that Ryuuzaki-guy for permission. Obviously his Savior was far too noble and self-sacrificing for his own good...
"Psh! Like that would ever catch on!" said Mello. "You know what I think would be cool? Something like Fireface or The Chocolate Mafia or Electric Piss or..."
The crowd immediately began chanting "Death Note! Death Note! Death Note!"
Matt facepalmed. So that was now their name, apparently. "Be sure to spell it DethNote. There's already that manga series by Taro Kagami*, we don't want to get sued."
***
L was in high spirits as they left the club and L led his band of successors / prisoners to the preset meeting place where Watari would pick them up.
The tigers, which had laid patiently at the door waiting for Light, got up and began padding along behind the band as they walked along down the street.
"Uh... guys...?" Matt began with some concern as he noticed this phenomenon.
"Aw, don't worry. They're just our little kitty friends!" Mikami assured them.
Matt looked less then convinced.
L quickly called up Watari and instructed him to bring the van and the tranquilizer gun. Of course Yardtigers belonged in their yard at Band Headquarters.
As L dragged him along by the chain Light suddenly remembered something important...
"Hold up," Light retrieved his cell phone from his coat pocket but an instant later it had been swiped it out of his hands. "Hey!" Light yelped. The gangly detective held the confiscated phone between his fingertips and examined it under his wide-eyed stare. The phone was plain black with no extra features. Well it fit Kira's personality he supposed, or at least the image Light was trying to project-but still with Light's flair for the dramatic, L had been half-expecting it to sparkle. L cracked a smile upon seeing how his little prisoner was pouting cutely, "I have to make a call!" Light insisted in a flustered way.
"Who are you calling?" L asked suspiciously.
Light looked away, embarrassed as he admitted. "My mom..."
Mello sniggered until Mikami oh-so-casually plunged his elbows into his ribs for mocking his God.
"She'll get worried if I don't come home! And we got to practice together more to get really good. You want me to stay the night, right?" Light persuaded.
L watched in fascination as his Kira suspect blushed. The others shuffled around uncomfortably as they noted how L wrapped a possessive hand around the younger man's hips. "Correct."
"What the hell?" Light protested indignantly.
L released him and Light swiftly moved away to the maximum distance the chain allowed.
"There's no need to be shy, Light-kun."
"I'm not being shy!"
Light felt a jolt, an almost electric charge as their eyes locked. L smirked and held out Light's captive phone as a peace offering. Their fingers brushed together as L returned him his phone.
Light blushed hotter.
"Go on then, Light-kun. Make your call."
They were all staring at him intently as if he was some new, undiscovered species. The rest of the band members were all without families. Being required to "check in" was a foreign concept.
The God of the New World fidgeted, before clearing his throat and spoke into the phone. "Hey mom? I'm staying over at a friend's house tonight..."
After a series of questioning that seemed harsh even by the Detective L's standards the others were all privy to Light's mom telling him "Be safe, dear and be sure to use protection."
"Mom!"
Not even Mikami's glaring or the threat of his killer elbow could stop Mello and Matt's snickering.
Though Mello did stop, his ears practically perking up upon hearing another fascinating tidbit-something about someone's birthday party and, more importantly, something about chocolate cake...
"What?" Light snapped in irritation as the blonde teen tugged at his shirtsleeve. Mello shrunk about as L glared in warning as Mello touched what L had already decided was his... Mello quickly moved onto the point.
"Hey, Light? Er... Your mom sounds really cool... Maybe we could all crash at your place toni-" Mello began to invite himself over.
"That's not a good idea." Light quickly spoke over him, shuddering in horror at the very thought of Mello with his foul mouth corrupting his little sister.
Mello himself paused midsentence when L's glare intensified to absolutely terrifying levels for his suggesting a course of action that would ultimately leave L cockblocked. No doubt if they were in an anime L would be gnashing cartoony fangs as his eyes turned white and blue flames came shooting out of his head. Mello shook his head and tried to quash a bout of nausea. He really did have too much to drink.
"Some other night," Mello promised quietly under his breath.
Just then Watari arrived in the ghastly pink angel crepe van. After a quick argument (for the record, Watari tried) and a quick stop to drop the tigers off at Headquarters-which was still under construction (it had to be redone to fit the chocolate swimming pool) and warn any staff or construction workers on the premises to be very careful not to be eaten, and that being eaten by tigers was not covered by their insurance.
Watari ferried the boys back to L's hotel. (It was not an easy journey. They had to stop twice for Mello who needed to stop to puke on the curb, retching up an unholy mess of chocolate, bile, and booze-which again gave L another wicked song idea).
Watari watched in the rearview mirror as L yawned convincingly in order to stretch his arm around the sleepy looking younger man's shoulders. Well, Watari was relieved that at least his ward had gotten over Naomi Misora...
Watari dropped them off and the bandmates staggered drunkenly into L's hotel suite.
***
*Just to clarify, it's a meta joke. Ohba and Obata's character Taro Kagami wrote "Death Note" in Death Note (the alternate continuity pilot chapter.)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktEFOpny0S0
***
L smirked as his fingers traced along the jaw-line of the suddenly docile Kira's chin.
"Good, that makes things much easier if Kira cooperates."
Light balked at that. L pouted as the other slapped his fingers away. "I'm not Kira! I told you, my name is Light!"
"If you're not Kira than why do you have Kira written on you guitar?" L declared in an 'Ahah! I got you!' tone of voice "With such memorabilia you are obviously either Kira or Kira's devoted fanboy..."
Light made a disgusted noise. "Like hell! I don't support Kira!"
"You don't?" Mikami asked in obvious confusion.
"Of course not! It's not right that some dildo is out there murdering people!"
Naturally, it's only just when God does it! Mikami intuitively understood his Lord's reasoning and nodded his approval.
"Then why...?" L pointed rudely at the guitar, Light swiped it away.
"The guitar just came that way! It was like that long before this Kira thing ever started so I don't think there's any connection..."
"Wait, how long have you had that guitar?"
"About a week... why?" Light snapped defensively.
The timeline matches up and... "Wait, you've only played guitar for a week?" L would have never have guessed it with the way he was expertly shredding onstage.
"That's right," the younger man snarled defiantly. "Gonna make something of it?"
"You're a natural at it," L said soothingly.
Light thought so too. But for some reason he still blushed at the older man's praise. "Thank you."
"I can't help but notice you have fast hands," L said smoothly.
"Oh man, who falls for such a lame pick up line..." Mello began.
"This Yagami kid apparently," Matt stated as he watched his mentor wooing the blushing-like-a-schoolgirl Kira. He wasn't imagining this right? L was indeed coming onto another guy? No. He just couldn't be serious... Matt needed heavier goggles.
"My band is looking for a guitarist. Won't you join me, Light-kun?"
"Of course," Light answered resolutely eyes shining with enthusiasm, determination, and some other emotion that Light hardly ever experienced so didn't readily identify or have a name for.
"God!" Mikami wailed in despair. Was his God being seduced to the dark side? Mikami didn't know what he'd do without his God. He would be utterly lost. He might as well kill himself right now...
"But only if Mikami can join too," Light added as an afterthought. He wasn't about to shut out his one true friend like that. L frowned. It was the auburn-haired teen he was drawn to, he had no use for a third wheel. "Don't you know you have a lead guitar and a rhythm guitar," Light persuaded.
L sighed. It appeared it would be non-negotiable. "Sure, whatever."
Mikami fell to his knees before them. "God, thank you. Thank you!"
"Yeah..." L quickly returned his attentions to the brunette he had captured. "Oh and one more thing... uh... until this whole Kira thing is settled one way or the other I think I'd better keep you handcuffed to me at all times. You know, just as a precaution..."
"Sure, sounds good to me!"
The others looked apprehensive as L snapped on the handcuffs binding him to the brunette guitarist.
"Gay," Matt whispered audibly. Matt, Mello, and Mikami all wore looks that seemed somewhere in between irritated and homicidal...
"YOU DICKS GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?" L roared.
"No," They all answered swiftly, exchanging nervous glances. As far as Mello could tell L had one rule for his successors to follow. Don't get in between L and his candy. That obviously included man-candy. Seeing L get angry wasn't something they had ever seen before (except for that one time Mello had got between L and his chocolate stash... that hadn't been pretty) nor ever wished to see again...
"Uhh... now that we've got the band together why don't we see how it goes together you know like... uh..."
"Uh... like a practice run?"
"Yeah!"
Light and L smiled at each other having had the sudden epiphany that they were both musical genii on the same wavelength and that this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship...
"What, here?" Mikami asked somewhat apprehensively. Really, in front of the same crowd that booed them offstage?
"Guys, hate to break up your lovefest but we don't have..." Mello turned gesturing towards the stage... "...instruments!"...where a matching black and white bass and drumset that vaguely resembled the Kiras' guitars were there waiting for them.
"How the hell did that happen?" Matt exclaimed.
Light shrugged and retrieved his Death Note from his back and began shredding as he and L made something up on the spot. Altogether Light and Teru's wicked shredding fit seamlessly with Mello's angry strumming and Matt's pounding in perfect tempo. More than slightly drunk himself, L took up the microphone on center-stage, not bothering to first remove the hard candies from his mouth. Mello and Matt winced as L began singing in a guttural incomprehensible way:
Foolish mortals, sinners quake / In fear, flailing /
Furies besets upon them / Justice and retribution without failing! /
But it turned out that L's new vocal method was absolutely perfect for the death metal sound they were trying to create. It all came together for them onstage as one totally awesome and brutal sound. Like in their earlier fight Light and L seemed to be in perfect sync, able to read and predict the other's moves and where the other was going musically. It was uncanny how seamlessly they played together, they complimented each other-they completed each other.
L's dark eyes rolled up to the stare at the nightclub's mirrored ceiling, catching their reflections as they played. A mirrored ceiling-how fortuitous, he could watch Kira from every angle and make sure he didn't try any shinaniguns… shenanigans? Shenani-somethings anyway. When he took the brunette with him he totally needed to do that in their bedroom at the Kira Investigation Headquarters. You know, just for observational purposes. That would be so brutal! And actually since he caught Kira already, he could just convert the whole thing into Band Headquarters. L watched Light as he was shredding behind him. He had thrown off his long white trenchcoat and his sweat-stained dress shirt was now open revealing the expanse of his deliciously exposed chest...
L was fully capable of singing and gawking at the same time as the band of musical genii continued to play flawlessly in front of a live audience. This did not bother Light and L-Light fully enjoyed being the center of attention and L was able to ignore the crowd seeing as his attention was focused entirely on Light, and in that tried and true method of dealing with performing in public, he was imagining him naked.
Mikami and Matt felt more pressure to do well. They sweated in fear as they scrambled to keep up with Light and L, or at least fake it convincingly enough. Mello, however, was still too drunk to care and just focused on having fun in stereotypical blonde fashion.
If you've done wrong in the past / Your next breath will be your last! /
BECAUSE WE'LL FIND YOU! /
L pointed dramatically as he shouted into the microphone over the house full of screaming... fans?
As the jawbreakers in L's mouth melted away to the spicy layer L reflexively sped up the tempo, the others quickly caught on and the pace of the music quickened for the bridge and rose in pitch and gave the audience the overall feeling that they were being pursued by an unknown, invisible force that might strike from anywhere and at any time. It was of course peppered with shrill notes and abuse of the classic screamer trailer diminished 7th chords crescendoing louder and louder (taking it up to eleven!).
You can run / (But we'll find you!) /
You can hide / (But we'll find you!) /
You try to fight / Pitiful sight /
Heheheheheh! Nowhere to hide, my bride… /
The bullets rip through your side! /
The crowd went absolutely wild to the point that no one noticed or cared about the occasional fan's gory demise via falling into one of the bar's many glass-top table or being crushed by a stage light.
(We found you!) /
(We found you!) /
(We found you!) /
You're DONE! /
There's nowhere left to run! / (Hear the bells?) /
Hahahahaha! You were just another name on my list! / (Rot in hell!) /
I AM JUSTICE!
The song ended on a wailing note cut short and the crowd exploded in applause.
"What's this band called?" Someone in the crowd shouted.
The now bandmates looked at each other in confusion. Mikami glanced at Light's guitar.
"Light-sama, how about Death Note?"
"Ryuuzaki-san?"
Mikami felt a vein in his forehead twitching as his God asked that Ryuuzaki-guy for permission. Obviously his Savior was far too noble and self-sacrificing for his own good...
"Psh! Like that would ever catch on!" said Mello. "You know what I think would be cool? Something like Fireface or The Chocolate Mafia or Electric Piss or..."
The crowd immediately began chanting "Death Note! Death Note! Death Note!"
Matt facepalmed. So that was now their name, apparently. "Be sure to spell it DethNote. There's already that manga series by Taro Kagami*, we don't want to get sued."
***
L was in high spirits as they left the club and L led his band of successors / prisoners to the preset meeting place where Watari would pick them up.
The tigers, which had laid patiently at the door waiting for Light, got up and began padding along behind the band as they walked along down the street.
"Uh... guys...?" Matt began with some concern as he noticed this phenomenon.
"Aw, don't worry. They're just our little kitty friends!" Mikami assured them.
Matt looked less then convinced.
L quickly called up Watari and instructed him to bring the van and the tranquilizer gun. Of course Yardtigers belonged in their yard at Band Headquarters.
As L dragged him along by the chain Light suddenly remembered something important...
"Hold up," Light retrieved his cell phone from his coat pocket but an instant later it had been swiped it out of his hands. "Hey!" Light yelped. The gangly detective held the confiscated phone between his fingertips and examined it under his wide-eyed stare. The phone was plain black with no extra features. Well it fit Kira's personality he supposed, or at least the image Light was trying to project-but still with Light's flair for the dramatic, L had been half-expecting it to sparkle. L cracked a smile upon seeing how his little prisoner was pouting cutely, "I have to make a call!" Light insisted in a flustered way.
"Who are you calling?" L asked suspiciously.
Light looked away, embarrassed as he admitted. "My mom..."
Mello sniggered until Mikami oh-so-casually plunged his elbows into his ribs for mocking his God.
"She'll get worried if I don't come home! And we got to practice together more to get really good. You want me to stay the night, right?" Light persuaded.
L watched in fascination as his Kira suspect blushed. The others shuffled around uncomfortably as they noted how L wrapped a possessive hand around the younger man's hips. "Correct."
"What the hell?" Light protested indignantly.
L released him and Light swiftly moved away to the maximum distance the chain allowed.
"There's no need to be shy, Light-kun."
"I'm not being shy!"
Light felt a jolt, an almost electric charge as their eyes locked. L smirked and held out Light's captive phone as a peace offering. Their fingers brushed together as L returned him his phone.
Light blushed hotter.
"Go on then, Light-kun. Make your call."
They were all staring at him intently as if he was some new, undiscovered species. The rest of the band members were all without families. Being required to "check in" was a foreign concept.
The God of the New World fidgeted, before clearing his throat and spoke into the phone. "Hey mom? I'm staying over at a friend's house tonight..."
After a series of questioning that seemed harsh even by the Detective L's standards the others were all privy to Light's mom telling him "Be safe, dear and be sure to use protection."
"Mom!"
Not even Mikami's glaring or the threat of his killer elbow could stop Mello and Matt's snickering.
Though Mello did stop, his ears practically perking up upon hearing another fascinating tidbit-something about someone's birthday party and, more importantly, something about chocolate cake...
"What?" Light snapped in irritation as the blonde teen tugged at his shirtsleeve. Mello shrunk about as L glared in warning as Mello touched what L had already decided was his... Mello quickly moved onto the point.
"Hey, Light? Er... Your mom sounds really cool... Maybe we could all crash at your place toni-" Mello began to invite himself over.
"That's not a good idea." Light quickly spoke over him, shuddering in horror at the very thought of Mello with his foul mouth corrupting his little sister.
Mello himself paused midsentence when L's glare intensified to absolutely terrifying levels for his suggesting a course of action that would ultimately leave L cockblocked. No doubt if they were in an anime L would be gnashing cartoony fangs as his eyes turned white and blue flames came shooting out of his head. Mello shook his head and tried to quash a bout of nausea. He really did have too much to drink.
"Some other night," Mello promised quietly under his breath.
Just then Watari arrived in the ghastly pink angel crepe van. After a quick argument (for the record, Watari tried) and a quick stop to drop the tigers off at Headquarters-which was still under construction (it had to be redone to fit the chocolate swimming pool) and warn any staff or construction workers on the premises to be very careful not to be eaten, and that being eaten by tigers was not covered by their insurance.
Watari ferried the boys back to L's hotel. (It was not an easy journey. They had to stop twice for Mello who needed to stop to puke on the curb, retching up an unholy mess of chocolate, bile, and booze-which again gave L another wicked song idea).
Watari watched in the rearview mirror as L yawned convincingly in order to stretch his arm around the sleepy looking younger man's shoulders. Well, Watari was relieved that at least his ward had gotten over Naomi Misora...
Watari dropped them off and the bandmates staggered drunkenly into L's hotel suite.
***
*Just to clarify, it's a meta joke. Ohba and Obata's character Taro Kagami wrote "Death Note" in Death Note (the alternate continuity pilot chapter.)
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