Broken Bird: Chapter 4
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Title: Broken Bird: Chapter 4
Author: saurgristiel (supplemented by b-sim)
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Hyde (Hideto) & Gackt (Satoru), Ken, KAZ (Kazu), misc OCs
Genre: Historical,
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just the idea.
Warnings: None.
Words: 2,442
Summary: Waking up and the trip home.
~~~
“Sa-chan…”
The voice was soft and deep, smooth and just the slightest bit husky. The way his name sounded, coming from those lips, was so familiar and the feeling of home and belonging wrapped him up in a warm cocoon. His eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes slowly opened. He had to blink a few times before he was able to focus on Hideto. A look of worry was painted on Hideto's face but it slowly melted out into a relieved expression which had Satoru wondering just how long he had been out.
“Hideto…”
The said man offered Satoru a smile, one that Satoru returned tiredly - he wasn't sure how long he had been resting but he was still feeling slightly weary.
They just stared at each other, Hideto stroking Satoru’s cheek, until the younger woke up more.
Hideto had washed up, the best that he could, and there were just some stains on his yukata now. Stains that Satoru noticed but ignored. He was tired but he could remember clearly the events that had taken place.
“You… came for me…” Satoru whispered, feeling slightly guilty for even having allowed the thought that Hideto wasn't coming to have crossed his mind.
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t leave your rescue to anyone else.”
Satoru's smile widened but then Haido's grin and evil glint in its eyes came to his mind and he paused. He felt guilt rush past him - Mizuho's brother and companions were dead now. Because of him.
“Y… You didn’t have to… kill them…” A tear rolled from Satoru’s eye. He thought about Mizuho's words and about how she had tried to justify her brother's actions. She kept repeating that he was doing what he was for their village. Didn't that make him at least a little honorable in some way? Didn't that make him similar to Haido? Yes, what they had done to him hurt. But they hadn't deserved death.
The older man sighed, thinking back to the massacre that had taken place. He wasn't quite sure what came over him either. It was the first time he had transitioned from himself to Haido so quickly. He supposed it was because, this time, he himself, as Takarai Hideto, had killer intent lurking within him. Haido had taken advantage of it. But he didn't regret it. Not one bit. For some reason, he could feel Satoru's pain. When Satoru's joints ached, he felt a ghostly pressure on his own. He knew what Satoru was going through and he hated the men that had done it to him. Hideto wiped away the tear that had rolled down Satoru's face before looking away from Satoru.
He could see clear images from earlier instead of fuzzy ones. He could remember everything clearly instead of having missing blanks in his memory - Haido had been the one using their body. But he had been with it together in mind. He had told Haido what to do, controlled it because it allowed itself to be controlled if used for killing and protection. Hideto had done this, more or less. He remembered feeling control of his body come back to him and Haido shying back into the back of his mind. He remembered feeling the need to kill slowly evaporate as Satoru held him from behind. Satoru’s left hand wandered up and took Hideto’s.
“Haido lost it… When I saw what they’d done to you… It just…”
“Where’s Mizuho?” Satoru had just noticed she wasn’t in the room. And Hideto appreciated the change in subject. Satoru didn’t need to know that he had wanted to kill those men.
“Making dinner… I think I scared her away,” he said with a slight laugh.
“You scare a lot of people…” Satoru commented with a wry smile, with just a slight look of ‘you scared me too’, and flinched, his lip complaining about the movement.
“How are you feeling?” Hideto stroked the back of his love’s hand.
“Sore, all over. And hungry.” His stomach growled to accentuate the point.
Hideto's mind went back to the one making Satoru's dinner then. He remembered the look in her eyes. He wondered if Satoru had realized it. He doubted it. He saw no reason to keep it from the younger man though.
“She likes you…”
Satoru was confused but only for a moment or two before he realised who 'she' was. But realising who 'she' was only made him more confused - why on earth would she like him? Satoru tried thinking back on the past few days but couldn't remember doing anything that might had suggested flirting. Satoru sighed. “That’s what that was…”
“What was?” Satoru explained it to him. “Oh.” It was much more innocent than the 12 things that Hideto’s mind had jumped to.
“Did you tell her anything?” Satoru asked, not sure what he wanted to hear. Some part of him wanted to hear Hideto lay claim on him. It made him feel complete to know that he belonged to someone. Knowing it made him feel warm all over but hearing it actually made it more tangible.
“Only that you were taken, but she could still be nice to you…”
Satoru nodded slowly before sighing softly, taking a look around the room wearily. He missed home already. “Why are we still here?”
“It’s still too hot for you to travel. We’ll leave tonight. Besides, do you know how hard it is for me to get you on a horse by myself?” Hideto remarked. He remembered the last time Satoru had fallen sick while they had been on the road. Hideto was muscular and Satoru was light but there was a rather large difference in height and maneuvering Satoru onto Tenshin had been quite a task indeed.
Satoru merely smiled wryly and bemusedly before something else came to mind. “Are you… alone?”
Knowing Satoru would not be pleased, he whispered, “Yeah…”
Satoru immediately groaned softly, shooting Hideto a look of disapproval. “You should have at least brought Ken… What if there had been more people than you expected? You didn’t know what you were walking into.”
Satoru hardly ever found fault with his lord. Hideto was, in his eyes, perfect but there were times when Satoru just wanted to hit him on the head. Times like these. Satoru had made it clear time and time again (especially clear years ago during the Itaraki incident) that he didn't want to see Hideto hurt. He sometimes wondered how hard it would be to just take precautions to make sure he stayed safe. Was bringing a couple of men really that difficult?
“Sa-chan…” He stroked Satoru’s forehead to calm him. “I can handle myself, and we’re both safe.”
“But still…”
They heard a tray being set down outside one of the fusuma. Mizuho announced her presence, was granted entry, and brought the tray of food to the pair. She backed away as Hideto looked over the food.
“It’s not poisoned or anything…” She mumbled.
Hideto just ‘nnnn’ed as he took a piece and watched her carefully as he fed it to Satoru. He didn’t see any tells and he fed Satoru something else.
It was underhanded to use his Sa-chan like that, but she wouldn’t risk his life. Something would have triggered her if she had poisoned it. However, Satoru wasn’t in too much real danger, Haido would have known as well. Hideto wasn't quite sure how but it knew when something was poisoned or not. Heightened senses or being a great judge of people? Hideto wasn't sure but he was thankful nonetheless.
Hideto took the next but, blinking in surprise at how good it was. “Wow…” It almost rivaled Satoru’s cooking… Almost.
The other two looked at him. He looked a little embarrassed. “It’s… really good…”
Satoru smiled and rolled his eyes, accepting the next bite.
~~~~~
Hideto came back after taking Satoru’s furoshiki full of stuff to their ride. “It’s starting to cool off out there. Do you think you’re ready?”
Satoru was sitting up, supporting himself. Mizuho was sitting next to him, ready to catch him if necessary. She also had her furoshiki sitting next to her. She was coming with them for a few days. Not exactly a ‘captive’ or a ‘rescue’ but Hideto wanted to talk to her.
Satoru sighed. “I guess so…” They both helped him up and to the front, where Hideto had tied the horse. They sat him down on the porch, leaning against a pillar as Hideto went to get the horse.
Satoru laughed, which turned into a slight cough, “You brought my horse?”
“Aku gets antsy sometimes… Tenshin doesn’t… Of course, that made getting here a bit interesting… Besides, ngh,” Hideto pulled on the reins of Satoru’s white horse. Tenshin was a beautiful stallion with huge, warm eyes. It was gentle and sweet, just like its owner. But it was pretty stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone who wasn't Satoru. It was only recently that it had started to respond to Hideto. “Come on…”
Satoru called Tenshin to him and, hearing its name from Satoru's lips, it happily trotted over. Satoru giggled at his lover's put off look.
“Your’s has a neat trick too. Sit.” The horse just stood there and leaned down to nibble at the grass. Satoru snickered and Mizuho looked at Hideto like he was weird.
Hideto jiggled the reins in a downward direction like he had often seen Satoru do.
“You have to do both at the same time,” Satoru said with a smile.
Hideto tried a few times before Satoru said ‘sit’ and he pulled the reins. The white horse knelt and then laid down. Mizuho was amazed that a horse could be taught to do that. Hideto smiled triumphantly and held out his hand for Satoru to take. Satoru slid off the porch and took Hideto’s hand, helping him adjust his yukata and get on the horse. He hopped on behind Satoru and they got the horse to stand up.
“Let’s go… th~at… way…?” Hideto guessed. He’d been up for too long to have a good sense of direction just after dark.
Mizuho picked up her furoshiki and a lantern and led the horse in the correct direction.
~~~
Satoru was sleeping, leaning back against Hideto, as they plodded along. Hideto had one hand on the reins and the other was wrapped protectively around Satoru’s waist.
There wasn’t really any conversation, just the sounds of a used-to-be-sticky night. Tomorrow would be a nice day.
About an hour later, Satoru suddenly gasped for air. Hideto and Mizuho were both startled. Even the horse beneath them flinched at the sudden noise.
Satoru’s entire torso was heaving, trying to breathe. His eyes were trying to flutter open, but his eyes were rolled back.
“S-Sa-chan?!” Hideto let go of the reins as he tried to keep Satoru on the horse. He was shaking with his efforts to breathe. Hideto's eyes were wide as he stared at his lover. Even though he had been faced with this several times throughout the years, he didn't think he would ever be able to get used to it. It was like every attack was new and just as sudden as the last though still unexpected. The fear that would grip him was terrifying and the look on Satoru's face pained him.
Seeing your lover like this but being unable to do anything to help...
“Do you have any more of his medicine with you?” Mizuho asked, worry clear in her voice.
“No…” Hideto told her before cursing - he should have brought more. He didn't think that Satoru would be in such a bad condition. "Just what I gave him at your place…” Satoru gasped for air again and Hideto held him tightly, staring at his face, cursing under his breath once more. "Sa-chan, relax, you’re okay.”
Mizuho made a displeased noise and looked around. “I’ll be right back!”
“Wait!” But she didn’t say anything back. “Fuck, she left…” Looking away from the direction Mizuho had ran off in, he turned back to the man in his arms, starting to feel short of breath himself. “God… Sa-chan… Please stay with me…” He felt Satoru’s fingers brush the arm he had around him. He took that hand in his, trying to ignore how clammy and cold Satoru's hands were. “Please don’t leave me, Sa-chan…”
Satoru’s head came to rest against Hideto’s. His breathing seemed to get a fraction easier, but this still wasn’t good.
A few moments later, Hideto heard running footfalls. They ran to the bushes at the side of the road and pulled some leaves off the plants. Mizuho chewed the leaves and spat it into her hand. She mixed it with other leaf matter and held up a ball of it to Hideto.
Hideto stared at the green-ish ball, taking it before turning his eyes onto Mizuho. “You… chewed this?”
“Put it… in his mouth, under his… tongue…” She panted. “Should help…”
Hideto bit his lip, unsure whether or not he should trust Mizuho. But then again, she liked Satoru and wouldn't want any harm to come to him, right? And Haido would've told him if something was out of place. Taking a leap of faith, Hideto slipped the small ball into Satoru's mouth.
“Keep his mouth closed so he doesn’t try to inhale it so much…”
Hideto did his best and felt Satoru swallow. Over the next couple of minutes, Satoru’s breathing started to ease. He relaxed a little against Hideto and whined. Hideto heaved a great sigh of relief, stroking Satoru's cheek and then kissing his forehead, perspiration and all.
“Give him the rest of this…” Mizuho held her hand up to Hideto. Satoru made a disgusted noise as it was placed into his mouth. Something that resembled ‘ick’ passed his lips. He chewed it and swallowed it.
“Th-thank you…” Satoru whispered.
“Of course.” Mizuho answered.
They began again, Satoru quietly staring up at the stars while he focused on breathing. He never wanted to go through that again, and he stayed awake until they got back home. Struggling to breathe had made his ribs sore and he hated how scared Hideto had sounded.
Ken was waiting, but asleep on the porch. Kazu nudged him awake as he saw the lantern and heard the horse hooves.
Hideto made sure Satoru was steady before hopping off and talking to Ken and Kazu. Kazu came up and escorted Mizuho inside while Ken helped Satoru down and to the porch. There, Hideto took over and Ken took Satoru’s horse back to the stables.
Eventually, they all crashed and would deal with everything in the morning.
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Title: Broken Bird: Chapter 4
Author: saurgristiel (supplemented by b-sim)
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Hyde (Hideto) & Gackt (Satoru), Ken, KAZ (Kazu), misc OCs
Genre: Historical,
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just the idea.
Warnings: None.
Words: 2,442
Summary: Waking up and the trip home.
~~~
“Sa-chan…”
The voice was soft and deep, smooth and just the slightest bit husky. The way his name sounded, coming from those lips, was so familiar and the feeling of home and belonging wrapped him up in a warm cocoon. His eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes slowly opened. He had to blink a few times before he was able to focus on Hideto. A look of worry was painted on Hideto's face but it slowly melted out into a relieved expression which had Satoru wondering just how long he had been out.
“Hideto…”
The said man offered Satoru a smile, one that Satoru returned tiredly - he wasn't sure how long he had been resting but he was still feeling slightly weary.
They just stared at each other, Hideto stroking Satoru’s cheek, until the younger woke up more.
Hideto had washed up, the best that he could, and there were just some stains on his yukata now. Stains that Satoru noticed but ignored. He was tired but he could remember clearly the events that had taken place.
“You… came for me…” Satoru whispered, feeling slightly guilty for even having allowed the thought that Hideto wasn't coming to have crossed his mind.
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t leave your rescue to anyone else.”
Satoru's smile widened but then Haido's grin and evil glint in its eyes came to his mind and he paused. He felt guilt rush past him - Mizuho's brother and companions were dead now. Because of him.
“Y… You didn’t have to… kill them…” A tear rolled from Satoru’s eye. He thought about Mizuho's words and about how she had tried to justify her brother's actions. She kept repeating that he was doing what he was for their village. Didn't that make him at least a little honorable in some way? Didn't that make him similar to Haido? Yes, what they had done to him hurt. But they hadn't deserved death.
The older man sighed, thinking back to the massacre that had taken place. He wasn't quite sure what came over him either. It was the first time he had transitioned from himself to Haido so quickly. He supposed it was because, this time, he himself, as Takarai Hideto, had killer intent lurking within him. Haido had taken advantage of it. But he didn't regret it. Not one bit. For some reason, he could feel Satoru's pain. When Satoru's joints ached, he felt a ghostly pressure on his own. He knew what Satoru was going through and he hated the men that had done it to him. Hideto wiped away the tear that had rolled down Satoru's face before looking away from Satoru.
He could see clear images from earlier instead of fuzzy ones. He could remember everything clearly instead of having missing blanks in his memory - Haido had been the one using their body. But he had been with it together in mind. He had told Haido what to do, controlled it because it allowed itself to be controlled if used for killing and protection. Hideto had done this, more or less. He remembered feeling control of his body come back to him and Haido shying back into the back of his mind. He remembered feeling the need to kill slowly evaporate as Satoru held him from behind. Satoru’s left hand wandered up and took Hideto’s.
“Haido lost it… When I saw what they’d done to you… It just…”
“Where’s Mizuho?” Satoru had just noticed she wasn’t in the room. And Hideto appreciated the change in subject. Satoru didn’t need to know that he had wanted to kill those men.
“Making dinner… I think I scared her away,” he said with a slight laugh.
“You scare a lot of people…” Satoru commented with a wry smile, with just a slight look of ‘you scared me too’, and flinched, his lip complaining about the movement.
“How are you feeling?” Hideto stroked the back of his love’s hand.
“Sore, all over. And hungry.” His stomach growled to accentuate the point.
Hideto's mind went back to the one making Satoru's dinner then. He remembered the look in her eyes. He wondered if Satoru had realized it. He doubted it. He saw no reason to keep it from the younger man though.
“She likes you…”
Satoru was confused but only for a moment or two before he realised who 'she' was. But realising who 'she' was only made him more confused - why on earth would she like him? Satoru tried thinking back on the past few days but couldn't remember doing anything that might had suggested flirting. Satoru sighed. “That’s what that was…”
“What was?” Satoru explained it to him. “Oh.” It was much more innocent than the 12 things that Hideto’s mind had jumped to.
“Did you tell her anything?” Satoru asked, not sure what he wanted to hear. Some part of him wanted to hear Hideto lay claim on him. It made him feel complete to know that he belonged to someone. Knowing it made him feel warm all over but hearing it actually made it more tangible.
“Only that you were taken, but she could still be nice to you…”
Satoru nodded slowly before sighing softly, taking a look around the room wearily. He missed home already. “Why are we still here?”
“It’s still too hot for you to travel. We’ll leave tonight. Besides, do you know how hard it is for me to get you on a horse by myself?” Hideto remarked. He remembered the last time Satoru had fallen sick while they had been on the road. Hideto was muscular and Satoru was light but there was a rather large difference in height and maneuvering Satoru onto Tenshin had been quite a task indeed.
Satoru merely smiled wryly and bemusedly before something else came to mind. “Are you… alone?”
Knowing Satoru would not be pleased, he whispered, “Yeah…”
Satoru immediately groaned softly, shooting Hideto a look of disapproval. “You should have at least brought Ken… What if there had been more people than you expected? You didn’t know what you were walking into.”
Satoru hardly ever found fault with his lord. Hideto was, in his eyes, perfect but there were times when Satoru just wanted to hit him on the head. Times like these. Satoru had made it clear time and time again (especially clear years ago during the Itaraki incident) that he didn't want to see Hideto hurt. He sometimes wondered how hard it would be to just take precautions to make sure he stayed safe. Was bringing a couple of men really that difficult?
“Sa-chan…” He stroked Satoru’s forehead to calm him. “I can handle myself, and we’re both safe.”
“But still…”
They heard a tray being set down outside one of the fusuma. Mizuho announced her presence, was granted entry, and brought the tray of food to the pair. She backed away as Hideto looked over the food.
“It’s not poisoned or anything…” She mumbled.
Hideto just ‘nnnn’ed as he took a piece and watched her carefully as he fed it to Satoru. He didn’t see any tells and he fed Satoru something else.
It was underhanded to use his Sa-chan like that, but she wouldn’t risk his life. Something would have triggered her if she had poisoned it. However, Satoru wasn’t in too much real danger, Haido would have known as well. Hideto wasn't quite sure how but it knew when something was poisoned or not. Heightened senses or being a great judge of people? Hideto wasn't sure but he was thankful nonetheless.
Hideto took the next but, blinking in surprise at how good it was. “Wow…” It almost rivaled Satoru’s cooking… Almost.
The other two looked at him. He looked a little embarrassed. “It’s… really good…”
Satoru smiled and rolled his eyes, accepting the next bite.
~~~~~
Hideto came back after taking Satoru’s furoshiki full of stuff to their ride. “It’s starting to cool off out there. Do you think you’re ready?”
Satoru was sitting up, supporting himself. Mizuho was sitting next to him, ready to catch him if necessary. She also had her furoshiki sitting next to her. She was coming with them for a few days. Not exactly a ‘captive’ or a ‘rescue’ but Hideto wanted to talk to her.
Satoru sighed. “I guess so…” They both helped him up and to the front, where Hideto had tied the horse. They sat him down on the porch, leaning against a pillar as Hideto went to get the horse.
Satoru laughed, which turned into a slight cough, “You brought my horse?”
“Aku gets antsy sometimes… Tenshin doesn’t… Of course, that made getting here a bit interesting… Besides, ngh,” Hideto pulled on the reins of Satoru’s white horse. Tenshin was a beautiful stallion with huge, warm eyes. It was gentle and sweet, just like its owner. But it was pretty stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone who wasn't Satoru. It was only recently that it had started to respond to Hideto. “Come on…”
Satoru called Tenshin to him and, hearing its name from Satoru's lips, it happily trotted over. Satoru giggled at his lover's put off look.
“Your’s has a neat trick too. Sit.” The horse just stood there and leaned down to nibble at the grass. Satoru snickered and Mizuho looked at Hideto like he was weird.
Hideto jiggled the reins in a downward direction like he had often seen Satoru do.
“You have to do both at the same time,” Satoru said with a smile.
Hideto tried a few times before Satoru said ‘sit’ and he pulled the reins. The white horse knelt and then laid down. Mizuho was amazed that a horse could be taught to do that. Hideto smiled triumphantly and held out his hand for Satoru to take. Satoru slid off the porch and took Hideto’s hand, helping him adjust his yukata and get on the horse. He hopped on behind Satoru and they got the horse to stand up.
“Let’s go… th~at… way…?” Hideto guessed. He’d been up for too long to have a good sense of direction just after dark.
Mizuho picked up her furoshiki and a lantern and led the horse in the correct direction.
~~~
Satoru was sleeping, leaning back against Hideto, as they plodded along. Hideto had one hand on the reins and the other was wrapped protectively around Satoru’s waist.
There wasn’t really any conversation, just the sounds of a used-to-be-sticky night. Tomorrow would be a nice day.
About an hour later, Satoru suddenly gasped for air. Hideto and Mizuho were both startled. Even the horse beneath them flinched at the sudden noise.
Satoru’s entire torso was heaving, trying to breathe. His eyes were trying to flutter open, but his eyes were rolled back.
“S-Sa-chan?!” Hideto let go of the reins as he tried to keep Satoru on the horse. He was shaking with his efforts to breathe. Hideto's eyes were wide as he stared at his lover. Even though he had been faced with this several times throughout the years, he didn't think he would ever be able to get used to it. It was like every attack was new and just as sudden as the last though still unexpected. The fear that would grip him was terrifying and the look on Satoru's face pained him.
Seeing your lover like this but being unable to do anything to help...
“Do you have any more of his medicine with you?” Mizuho asked, worry clear in her voice.
“No…” Hideto told her before cursing - he should have brought more. He didn't think that Satoru would be in such a bad condition. "Just what I gave him at your place…” Satoru gasped for air again and Hideto held him tightly, staring at his face, cursing under his breath once more. "Sa-chan, relax, you’re okay.”
Mizuho made a displeased noise and looked around. “I’ll be right back!”
“Wait!” But she didn’t say anything back. “Fuck, she left…” Looking away from the direction Mizuho had ran off in, he turned back to the man in his arms, starting to feel short of breath himself. “God… Sa-chan… Please stay with me…” He felt Satoru’s fingers brush the arm he had around him. He took that hand in his, trying to ignore how clammy and cold Satoru's hands were. “Please don’t leave me, Sa-chan…”
Satoru’s head came to rest against Hideto’s. His breathing seemed to get a fraction easier, but this still wasn’t good.
A few moments later, Hideto heard running footfalls. They ran to the bushes at the side of the road and pulled some leaves off the plants. Mizuho chewed the leaves and spat it into her hand. She mixed it with other leaf matter and held up a ball of it to Hideto.
Hideto stared at the green-ish ball, taking it before turning his eyes onto Mizuho. “You… chewed this?”
“Put it… in his mouth, under his… tongue…” She panted. “Should help…”
Hideto bit his lip, unsure whether or not he should trust Mizuho. But then again, she liked Satoru and wouldn't want any harm to come to him, right? And Haido would've told him if something was out of place. Taking a leap of faith, Hideto slipped the small ball into Satoru's mouth.
“Keep his mouth closed so he doesn’t try to inhale it so much…”
Hideto did his best and felt Satoru swallow. Over the next couple of minutes, Satoru’s breathing started to ease. He relaxed a little against Hideto and whined. Hideto heaved a great sigh of relief, stroking Satoru's cheek and then kissing his forehead, perspiration and all.
“Give him the rest of this…” Mizuho held her hand up to Hideto. Satoru made a disgusted noise as it was placed into his mouth. Something that resembled ‘ick’ passed his lips. He chewed it and swallowed it.
“Th-thank you…” Satoru whispered.
“Of course.” Mizuho answered.
They began again, Satoru quietly staring up at the stars while he focused on breathing. He never wanted to go through that again, and he stayed awake until they got back home. Struggling to breathe had made his ribs sore and he hated how scared Hideto had sounded.
Ken was waiting, but asleep on the porch. Kazu nudged him awake as he saw the lantern and heard the horse hooves.
Hideto made sure Satoru was steady before hopping off and talking to Ken and Kazu. Kazu came up and escorted Mizuho inside while Ken helped Satoru down and to the porch. There, Hideto took over and Ken took Satoru’s horse back to the stables.
Eventually, they all crashed and would deal with everything in the morning.
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