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[rsenak]

burn out

[leedosbunnyboy]

Kyojuro Rengoku; The Flame Burning in My Soul

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Male Reader | (side) Tengen Uzui x Male Reader

Warning(s): Very Narrative Driven, Very Long(?), Slight Manga Spoilers, Mourning, Death

Summary: Living without the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you’re living everyday wondering if you even want to go on.

Part I

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He’s gone…

It feels like it was only yesterday that he was holding you and promising to marry you…

He’s gone…

He said the mission was going to be easy…

He’s gone…

He was supposed to come back safely…

He’s gone…

He’s just playing a prank!

He’s gone…

He sent that crow with a phony letter to scare us!

He’s gone…

Mr. Uzui must be in on it as well!

He’s gone…

They’re such pranksters!

He’s gone…

He’ll be back soon…

He’s gone…

I can’t wait until-

HE’S

GONE

NOW

…

It can’t be real…

it just can’t be…

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You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t real. That it was all some sick game Kyojuro thought would be funny. That was until you saw his crow flying to the estate while you were outside cleaning with Senjuro, followed by a young boy with a scar…

“Are you Senjuro? And Sir Rengoku’s lover?” The boy asked before politely bowing.

“I take it you know about Mr. Rengoku? I’m so sorry. Before he died, he asked for some messages to be delivered to you, your father, and his lover. I’ve come to pass them on.” He stated.

“From my brother? Thank you, but i’m already well aware of what happened to him.” Senjuro solemnly stated. You moved closer to him to rub his shoulder. “What’s wrong?! Your face! It looks as pale as a ghost!”

“Knock it off!” All three of you were surprised by the sudden outburst. “Whatever message he left means nothing anyway! Why would he become a swordsman when he had no talent to being with! It’s no wonder he died! He’s worthless.” You gripped on the broom tighter, your eyes beginning to swell with tears at Shinjuro’s words. “He was a fool of a son from the start! A person’s potential is determined the day they’re born. Only a mere handful have any talent… the rest are just dregs of society. You’re either born a genius or someday killed by one!” Shinjuro stopped to take a drink. “It’s clear which one Kyojuro was. He had no future to begin with. No surprise he got killed.” Senjuro cuddled closer into your side.

“You shut your mouth!” You screamed, surprising all three boys. “Kyojuro had a bright future ahead of him! He was to come back and marry me! We were to be wed and start a life together! All my life, I dreamed of spending my last days with him, so don’t you dare stand here and soil his name by calling him worthless because he meant everything to me!” You fought back tears as Senjuro leaned closer to comfort you. “Just because you’re a sad old man who gave up on his own life doesn’t give you the right to speak badly about an other’s!”

“Give me a break! The funeral is over! It’s high time you both move on with your damn lives!” You held the youngest Rengoku behind you as he cried into your kimono.

“Just a moment!” The boy with a checkered haori moved to stand in front of you and Senjuro. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? Please show some respect for your son!” He yelled.

“And just who the hell are you? Answer me! Or get off of my property!” Shinjuro yelled.

“I’m with… the demon slayer corps!” He announced. Something he did somehow caused Shinjuro to drop his jar of saké.

The next few moments were a blur to you. One second, he was yelling at the young slayer boy about sun breathing, the next he had him pinned to the ground, and then you were holding Senjuro after his father had hit him.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on him you monster!” You rushed to put some distance between Senjuro and the altercation in front of you. “Why are you acting so hostile like this in the first place? Insulting your own child who lost his life… in front of his fiancé no less! And striking your son; what’s the matter with you?!”

“Are you alright?” You examined Senjuro’s face. He nodded, but still held the injury. “I’ll get you some ointment after he calms down, okay?” Senjuro nodded and you held him close to him, before turning back to see the boy lunging at Shinjuro.

“Young slayer, be careful!” You yelled. “He’s a former hashira!” Senjuro shouted as the boy was punched in the face by Shinjuro. “Please father! Have mercy!” You stepped away from Senjuro to rush towards the boy.

Your eyes widened as you saw the boy knock out a former hashira… with a head butt? You put your shock aside and caught both of them.

“Senjuro, please take this boy inside. I’ll deal with your father.” The young boy eagerly came to assist you as you painstakingly took the older man inside.

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Now you three found yourself in the main living area of the house as you applied some ointment to Senjuro’s injury and examined the other slayer boy’s injuries.

“I feel like I’ve made a grave mistake.” The boy said with a bowed head after you applied a simple healing balm to his forehead. You left to your room soon after, but you kept your door open to keep an ear out for Senjuro.

“Please sir, have some tea.”

“Thank you very much. I hope you can forgive me… for head butting your father and all. He’s okay right?” The boy asked.

“Oh yeah, he’ll be fine. (M/n)’s an amazing doctor, so it’s not like he’d be down for too long. And besides, he’s back to getting saké already.” Senjuro explained.

“What a relief.” The slayer huffed.

“You have my thanks.” Senjuro said, seemingly to the other boy’s surprise. “For standing up to him. I was too scared to. Even when he badmouthed my brother like that. I’m sure (M/n) is grateful too.” You watched through the back door as Shinjuro wobbled off to purchase more saké. “Tell me. What were my brothers last moments like.” You suddenly remembered why that boy was here in the first place. As that all too familiar pain began to emerge in your chest, you shut the door. You didn’t need anymore grief. Your heart has had enough as it is.

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A knock to your door awoke you from the nap you hadn’t even noticed you took. “Come in.” You groggily called and watched as Senjuro slowly walked in. “Our visitor has left.” He said. You nodded before Senjuro ran over and collapsed in your arms. You raked your fingers through his hair as he loudly sobbed into your shoulder. “It’ll be alright. We’ll get through this.” You cupped his face and looked into his teary eyes. “For Kyojuro, okay?” You held out your pinky to him. He nodded before interlocking your fingers.

“It was difficult getting him to accept Kyojuro’s sword guard. He swore he couldn’t accept it.” Senjuro lightly chuckled recounting his encounter with the young slayer boy you now knew as Tanjiro. “He said that you should’ve kept it.” He smiled. “I couldn’t keep that thing even if I wanted to. I’d get too sad.” You said, running your fingers through Senjuro’s hair.

“‘Don’t let me limit your heart’,” Senjuro said out of the blue. “‘Please allow someone else to give you the love i wish i could’ve, because you deserve the world and more. I hope you find a man who will treat you like the prince you are in my place.’” “What are you on about?” You turned to face him. “Those were Kyojuro’s last words to you. Tanjiro said he had the most to say about you. Apparently he wouldn’t shut up about how excited he was to marry his boyfriend when he returned from his mission.” You felt Senjuro’s tears falling in your lap before you even noticed the ones dripping down your cheeks.

You two cried a lot that night…

And the next…

And while you could’ve sworn you were hearing things, you knew Shinjuro was crying too.

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“You shouldn’t push yourself ya know? That’s not very flashy of you.” The sound hashira called to you as you continued to train.

You had chosen to become Tengen Uzui’s tsugoku as a means of defending yourself after Kyojuro’s death. It would be hard for anyone to train like this, but now imagine you’ve gone your whole life without as much as touching a sword, to now pushing yourself to train every day with one until your heart felt like it was on the brink of giving out.

“If you expect me to be ready for battle within the current century, you’ll let me continue.” You said, not even sparing a glance towards the older man behind you.

He scoffed before walking towards you and gripping your sword. “That’s enough (M/n).” He sternly instructed. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

You let go off your sword and stormed off, leaving the taller to slowly trail behind as he fiddled with your blade.

“You can be quite the brat ya know?” He commented as you made your way back towards the Rengoku residence.

“And you can be quite the headache.” You pulled off your geta and made your way towards the kitchen, not before greeting Senjuro with a hug and kiss to his forehead. Afterwards, starting on dinner for you all, as well as your unwanted flashy guest.

“I don’t know why you insist on staying here. You have a home with three wives to return to.” You snidely commented as you poured stew into Senjuro’s plate.

“Well, my home doesn’t have my cute tsugoku at it now does it?” Tengen smirked at your irritated expression.

You inhaled deeply before launching his plate at him; however, he caught it rather easily and began to dig in as if nothing happened. Curse him for being a skilled hashira. “And besides, you know they’re not there.”

You took your place next to Senjuro and angrily began to eat. Stuffing your face full of stew and barely even giving yourself time to chew.

“Thank you for the meal (M/n)!” Senjuro hugged you before running off to his room, realizing the tense atmosphere he found himself in the middle of.

“If you want a real answer, I worried about you (M/n).” Tengen stated as he placed his bowl down. “You never wanted to even touch a sword, but now you push yourself to train with one every day. It’s not healthy.”

“Who cares how I was in the past. So what if I want to wield a sword now? You should only concern yourself with training me.” You glared at him.

“You won’t defeat the demon that killed Kyojuro.” He deadpanned. “You’re far too weak… and if you plan on pushing yourself like this, you’ll be dead before you even have the chance to try.”

You tighten your hands into fists and inhaled deeply, attempting to keep yourself from crying.

Tengen shifted to be seated beside you and laid your head on his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry ya know? Just let it all out.” You sobbed into his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“Once we get back from this mission… please listen to me. I promise I’ll help you get stronger, without you pushing your body so hard.” You nodded against his body and he smiled gently down at you. He cupped your face so that know you were facing his.

“Go get some rest.” He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Meet me at the Butterfly Estate tomorrow morning. I’ll be there to find a girl to help on this mission.” You nodded. He smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “See you later (M/n).”

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“You’re an idiot you know that?” You cried as you held the only hand Tengen had left.

While you expected to engage in battle during this mission to gather information on the sound hashira’s wives, you never expected to encounter an upper moon, much less two of them. Now you sat in the aftermath of the battle: bloodied and bruised; but your injuries were nothing compared to Tengen’s. His forearm had been cut off and he was poisoned. He didn’t have much time left.

“Hey calm down.” He cupped your face gently. “Nice to see that pretty face of yours wasn’t damaged.”

“Shut up! Focus on yourself!” You yelled at him as you struggled to apply pressure to his severed arm.

“Appreciate the effort sweetheart, but it’s not this injury that’s gonna kill me.” You realized that the poison was still ravaging his body.

“Shit! I forgot my medicines back home. If only I would’ve brought them none of this would’ve-!” A small tap to your shoulder averted your attention from the sound hashira to the young kamado girl that now sat beside you.

She gently pressed her hand against Uzui before… SETTING HIM ON FIRE?! You and all of Tengen’s wives screamed in horror as you watched the older man being engulfed in pink flames. Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma bickered amongst themselves as they yelled at Nezuko, but you focused on how Tengen’s once purple skin now began to clear.

You sat amazed as you watched Uzui heal from what was once a deadly venom.

Tengen slowly turned to you and smiled. “I guess I’m so flashy, even death can’t beat me.”

You wept as you tackled the larger man into your embrace, the others watching with endearment as the sound hashira held you. “Don’t scare me like that you asshole.” Uzui simply laughed as he wiped your tears.

“What do ya say we get out of here?” He announced to his wives as they, alongside you, helped him get up and walk away.

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You very carefully worked on reapplying the sound hashira’s bandages as he carefully held you in his lap.

“You’re really cute when you’re all focused like that.” Tengen commented once you finished wrapping him up.

“Shut up.” You walked away from him as you worked on reorganizing your ointments and medicines. Uzui chuckled to himself as he lovingly watched you work.

“Hey (M/n)?” Tengen called out which caused you to turn to face him. “Yes?” He beckoned you to come closer to him, and you obliged. Adjusting yourself to sit in his lap. “Why don’t you come and live here with us?” He offered. “What do you mean?” You looked up at him, confused as to what his true intentions were. “Will you allow me to court you and become my husband? I could use another man around the house to balance things out ya know?” He smiled gently at you.

You slowly moved off him as you attempted to put some space between you. “Is something wrong?” Tengen shot you a concerned look, looking shocked when you rejected his attempt to hold your hand. “I-I’m not- I can’t… I still…” Tengen grasped your hand. “It’s alright (M/n). I understand.” He rubbed your knuckles lovingly. “I’m sorry-“ “Don’t be.” He cut you off. “You have no reason to explain yourself.” He knew your heart still belonged to Kyojuro and he respected that. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you slowly allowed yourself to return to sit in Tengen’s lap.

“My heart still isn’t ready to move on, but I promise you, the day it is, it’ll be yours.” You looked up at him. “And I’ll be more than happy to accept it.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

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It all moved entirely too fast.

One day you were enjoying a day out on the town with Uzui and his wives, and now you watched as the demon who killed Kyojuro faded into dust.

“We did (M/n).” Tanjiro wept as he attempted to apply pressure to the wound in your stomach. “You did it.”

You smiled and coughed up blood. “You’re not injured are you?” You looked up at the scarred boy.

“No sir.” He wiped some tears from his face. “I’m glad.” You breathed deeply before realizing one of your lungs must’ve been punctured as you struggled with something as simple as that.

“You should be worried about yourself. You’re in two pieces.” Tomioka quietly stated as his sat down beside you.

“I’ll be alright.” You felt your eyelids slowly become heavier and heavier with each blink of your eyes. “Stop with this nonsense Mr. (M/n)! You’re going to die soon! Please speak with some urgency!” Tanjiro cried out. You simply chuckled and reached up to cup his face. “Why should I be sad? The killer of my lover has been killed by my efforts and now I’m presented with the opportunity to see Kyojuro again. I have no reason to be upset. In fact… I’m rather relieved. So please, don’t mourn me. Who knows how many lives I have helped to save by ridding the world of that demon. I will go on with no regrets in this world.” You explained, watching as both men before you accepted your death.

“Tanjiro, please tell Senjuro I’m sorry to give him another loss, but please assure him I will be watching over him. Me and Kyojuro both will be excited to see the great man he becomes.” Your breaths started to become much shallower. “And for Mr. Uzui, please tell him I apologize I couldn’t give him my heart, but that I will cherish all the love he still gave me in spite of my inability to do so.” Tanjiro became more panicked as he realized your heart beat was slowing down. “Please, save your breath-“ Tomioka covered his mouth, allowing you to continue. “And for you both, go out there and save the world. I’ll be cheering you on.” You shut your eyes. “Set your heart ablaze.”

And just like that, you were gone…

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You awoke in a grassy field. The sun was bright and wind was warm, feeing almost as if it was pressing kissed against your skin every time it passed by. The tall reeds swayed in the blowing wind and brushed against your legs, slightly tickling you. Everything was perfect.

“I’m proud of you!” A familiar voice boomed through the air.

You slowly turned around as you laid your eyes on the man you have longed to see ever since that faithful night…

“K-Kyojuro…?”

“It’s me (M/n).” He smiled to you and opened his arms.

Your eyes rang and your breath hitched. It couldn’t be…?

Your shock was short-lived as you rushed towards him, immediately landing in his arms and tackling him to the soft grass. His body was as warm as you remembered. His arms immediately resting at your waist, just like he used to. His scent was as vibrant as you recalled.

It was him.

He was here.

With you.

“Where are we?” You looked around you. While it was peaceful, it was not where you recalled ever visiting.

“We’re in heaven love.” Kyojuro stated as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Ah, I guess I died during that battle against Akaza.” The former flame hashira nodded as he held you close to him.

“No matter how you got here, you did amazing!” He smiled brightly at you, causing your heart to skip a beat. “And now we’ll never be separated again!”

You smiled back at him.

Sure, nothing has gone how you would prefer it to, but life has a way of subverting expectations, yet somehow managing to give you everything you wanted.

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Note(s): I wasn’t planning on making a part 2 to the original fic, but I had a sudden urge to write a bittersweet ending and immediately got to writing. I apologize if it’s too choppy, but I didn’t want it to be crazy long and a lot of what I originally planned was really just filler lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

[morganayenneferburnham]

Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angel Roll their Eyes

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me

Chapter 3: You Could Call Me Babe for the Weekend

A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Finally starting to get somewhere!! I just started writing chapter 4, so it might take a bit longer before I upload again. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter in the meanwhile.

Thank you for reading! Just send me an ask if you want to be added to my taglist :) 

Chapter 3: You Could Call Me Babe for the Weekend

The next morning went by in a blur. They had moved everything to Wylan’s house on Geldstraat. Kaz was right. It would’ve been too suspicious if they had left for the party from the barrel. Questions about the job were being thrown from one person to the next. Various answers about cues and schedules flying in every direction.

“Wait, what time are we supposed to get to the party again?”

“Quarter after 6 bells, Jesper!” Yelled Wylan running by with an armful of party clothes.

“Nikolai and I are getting there at 6 bells. That way it won’t look like we know each other.” Y/N had been heading off in the opposing direction.

“Wylan! You forgot your jacket in the music room” Kaz’s raspy voice was easily recognizable above the others.

“I’ll go ahead and scout for the best location for you to hide to summon the storm. I’ll come get you at a quarter to 8 bells.”

Nikolai had to admire the crows’ ability to understand each other and get the job done in such chaos. They were running back and forth in every direction trying to get everything ready. Even Zoya seemed at ease discussing the plan with Inej. He needed this job to succeed. He needed to guarantee his country’s future. Once he was done dealing with this newest threat from Fjerda…? He’d like to work with the crows again. He felt much freer. Maybe it could become a side hustle for him and Zoya. It would give them a nice break from ruling a country.

He felt a soft hand rest on his arm. “Hey, we should probably go get ready for the party. We’ll meet here at 5 bells? That way we can go over last-minute details and head over.” She was smiling up at him. Her smile was soft as if she could tell he was anxious. He let his eyes trail over her tailored face and couldn’t help but miss her true features once more.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then, my darling.” He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles and watched her disappear up the vast staircase.

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Nikolai made his way to the room Wylan had so graciously offered him that morning. It was not his room at the Grand Palace, but it was much nicer than the one he’d had at the slat. He took his time putting on the rich merch’s clothes Kaz had picked out for him. He was still in awe of the work Y/N had done on him. The young king found himself unavoidably staring at himself in the mirror mounted to his wall. He finished buttoning up his shirt and folded his suit jacket on his arm. It was almost 5 bells. He knew he should make his way back to the mansion’s parlor.

Nikolai had barely sat in one of the large armchairs when an appreciative whistle sounded on his left. He followed Jesper’s gaze to the stairs. Y/N’s dress accentuated her new body in all the right places. Nikolai couldn’t help but think it would’ve suited her even better before the tailoring.

“No one warned me I’d have to fight off every man who lays eyes on my wife.” He complained.

He watched as Inej and Zoya approached Y/N. The women shared a few whispered comments before they lead Y/N to him. He could’ve sworn he saw the girl’s cheeks turn red. He had to put up a lot more effort than he was used to in schooling his own features. The way the dress moved along to the sway of her hips, with every step she took, made his brain go blank. He imagined the way it would’ve been even more sensual with her natural curves. Maybe he could convince her to wear the gown again once she’d tailored them both back to normal. His mind was racing with images of her, twirling in his arms, wearing that damned dress.

“Anything you want to go over before we get going?” She was looking at him expectantly, her eyes bright, her tailored lips stretched in a small smile.

His mouth felt dry. All eyes were on him. He had to fight to kick start his brain again. “Nope, I think we’re ready.” He offered her a hand, his natural charm coming back to him. “Shall we, my darling wife?”

She took his hand and they headed for the door leading to the elegant boathouse. “No mourners” she called over her shoulder.

A unified “No funerals” rang out behind them. Nikolai made a mental note to ask them what the saying meant, at some point, when he wasn’t so distracted by the beautiful Grisha on his arm.

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They’d taken a small, polished boat to make their way to councilman Van Verent’s house. It had only taken a few minutes for them to reach the sophisticated boathouse on the councilman’s property. A Stadwatch officer had taken their invitation before guiding them to the stylishly decorated mansion. Flowers from every guest’s country were arranged in beautiful crystal vases matching the colourful silk ribbons adorning the banister. As they entered the main hall, they were stunned by the sheer number of guests already in attendance. The main floor was filled with dignitaries from Kerch, Novyi Zem, Shu Han, Fjerda, and the Wandering Isle. Nikolai noticed the absence of anyone representing his country. Good, he thought, it’ll make the job easier.

To his dismay, Y/N was already catching the eye of a few men standing off to the sides of the room. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, pulling her closer, sending the interested parties a nasty look. He felt her breath hitch but didn’t release his hold on her body. She was his wife. Anyone who wanted to get to her would have to go through him. Nikolai was surprised by the jealousy he felt. He was usually in control of his feelings, always choosing to be pragmatic rather than emotional. He knew they had to put on a convincing act. He still wasn’t supposed to be this possessive of a girl he’d only met a few days ago, right? All the Saints and their mothers, Zoya will murder me if she finds out about this.

Y/N had maneuvered them towards a group of Zemeni dignitaries, quickly engaging in easy conversation with one of the wives. Nikolai used the opportunity to present their made-up business proposal to a few interested parties, promising to send them more information as soon as they went back home to the Wandering Isle.

They navigated group after group of foreign and domestic dignitaries for about an hour. He had to admit Kaz had done a wonderful job when creating their false identities, but he was tired of the constant mindless chattering. How lucky, he thought, the dance floor seems very appealing right about now.

He leaned in close, letting his lips brush against Y/N’s ear, interrupting her conversation. “You are doing a fantastic job, my love.” He felt her shiver against him. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of business partners once you’re done here. Now, however, I would very much like to dance with my beautiful wife.” She looked at him, surprise evident in her deep brown eyes. Nikolai smirked; he could get used to this. He offered her a hand before guiding her swiftly to the dance floor.

He felt men staring, once again, at ‘his wife’ as they graciously made their way to the middle of the floor. The small orchestra started playing a beautiful soft song, perfect for a romantic moment between lovers. Nikolai rested his right hand on the small of Y/N’s back, pulling her close, keeping her hand tightly in his own. He felt her free hand gently come to rest on his shoulder. His heart beating more quickly than he would’ve liked. Why am I so nervous? She was gazing up at him, a gentle smile gracing her lips. He swallowed hard. Nikolai had never felt more grateful for the dance lessons he’d taken as a child. He’d only done it to please his mother. He had to admit he was glad they were paying off now. To anyone watching them, they simply looked like newlyweds, madly in love, eager to share a dance.

They turned elegantly, in time with the slow music, their bodies completely in sync. Their breathing even, their steps well-balanced. The deep green skirts of her dress following every graceful movement they made. She followed his lead perfectly as if they’d been partners for years. She seemed to trust him completely, showing him how safe she felt in his arms. Time slowed for a moment. Nikolai found himself forgetting all about the job, about the plans they had to steal, even about his country. He wanted to stay in this moment, holding the talented Grisha against him, forever.

The sound of applause brought him out of his reverie. He took in their surroundings. Y/N looked as surprised as he felt. Her eyes wide, cheeks flushed. He had no idea how long they had been dancing, how many songs had been played. It dawned on him that they were the cause of the applause. People had stopped dancing and talking to watch the young couple, completely lost in each other, moving elegantly across the floor. He saw Jesper and Wylan, wide grins plastered on their faces, in the far corner of the room. They looked way too pleased. Saints, I hope they won’t tell Brekker about this.

He bowed, Y/N following his lead once again, before walking off the dance floor, towards the grand staircase. They had to stop drawing so much attention to themselves. He wished he could have a moment to talk to Y/N, alone, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. She was playing her role to perfection, all smiles, as couples complimented them on their dancing for the next few minutes.

The ornate wall-mounted clock chimed. Zoya, Wylan, and Jesper would create the distraction in 15 minutes. Wylan subtly nodded to him, indicating he had already placed the small incendiary charge in the dining room. He had developed this newest marvel by studying and modifying one of David Kostyk’s discoveries. It seemed the boy truly was a genius. Jesper would detonate the charge at 8 bells, the sound of his shot covered by the storm Zoya would summon. The fire would require all-hands-on-deck to be put out, leaving the office unguarded. If everything went according to Kaz’s plan, it would give him and Y/N about 30 minutes to pick the lock of Van Verent’s office, crack the safe and make their way back to the party with the blueprints safely tucked in the sheath hidden beneath Y/N’s dress.

They came to a halt in the shadow of the staircase, ready to spring to action at their cue. Nikolai made sure to pull Y/N close, slipping an arm around her waist.

“I didn’t know you were such a good dancer, my love.” He murmured. Better keep up the act. She makes it easy, though. I don’t even have to lie.

She laughed softly and turned in his arms, snaking her own arm around his neck, pressing her lips quickly against his cheek. “Thank you, darling. I am full of hidden talents, you know...” the raise of her eyebrow and her tone so suggestive Nikolai had to fight to keep a straight face. She’s only doing her job. She’s supposed to be my wife. It’s only normal that a young wife should flirt with her delightfully handsome husband. He was trying to convince himself but the playful look in her eyes told him otherwise. She spun around once more, keeping his hand on her waist, leaving him to observe the guests enjoying the party.

The clock chimed once more. 8 bells. Thunder boomed outside, rain battering the windows. A high-pitched scream sounded to his right, coming from the dining room. Other screams quickly followed. Guests ran past them, fleeing the room. Guards came rushing down the stairs, towards the fire. It was complete chaos. Nikolai found himself impressed, once again, by how brilliant the crows were. Maybe I could convince Kaz to help me plan my next military campaign? Or get Wylan to come work with David. I should at least sail with the Wraith and her crew.

Y/N’s fingers closed around his wrist. “That’s our cue.” She said with a sly grin on her lips.

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Taglist: @power-of-words23

[vixxiedust]

The Scholar’s Love Ch. 1

Genre: Romance, Drama, Alternate universe

Pairing: KenxOC

Warning: none

Summary:    

“Don`t you want to find a good husband and get married?” he raised an eyebrow, “Someone noble, handsome, valiant, brave, courageous…”

I narrowed my eyes. Was he trying to describe himself? My sister would probably gush over a man like him but I wasn`t really familiar with men. I never paid much attention to them and as expected I spent most of my life away from them because propriety demanded that.

“My parents will choose a husband when the time comes,” I answered flatly.

  One.

I straightened myself in my blue robes trying to look taller and more authoritative. I knew that it was useless since I hardly looked the part but I could see the girl in front of me trembling with fear and it wasn`t a pretty sight.  I wondered why she was so scared, none of us were going to be slaughtered, none of us was a criminal. It was Acceptance day, a day of glory for all of us. Maybe she felt small and visible because there were only twenty of us. Our line was practically non-existent compared to the men`s one. One hundred of them, advancing towards the Palace in steady strong pace expecting to have a bright future as officials, to help governing our country of Nava.

All of us wore navy blue robes with a tiny white dragon embroidered on our chest. Those who`d be elevated in rank later would switch to a bigger silver dragon but the gold embroidery was reserved only for the royal family. The robes made for the future female officials were slightly wider, made to resemble a dress but other than that the uniform wasn`t so different. The difference lied in the fact that most of us would probably never make it beyond librarians or historians. But had I been born fifty years ago I`d have only dreamed about being accepted here. I`d have remained the daughter of a third rank scholar doomed only to marry and produce kids.

I threw a glance at the male line. Some of the young men there were ogling at  us. Probably not me since I rarely looked agreeable and consciously kept my face as stern as possible but there were some very beautiful daughters of scholars around me. The girl in front of me was blushing furiously from what I could see.

“Raise your head,” I whispered to her and tried to steady her when she swayed startled by my voice, “They won`t dare to say anything to you if you don`t look scared.”

She drew a weak shaky breath and tried to look at me while walking. Unlike me she was wearing makeup. She was beautiful; her hair lighter than mine and braided in the obligatory way for female officials.

“But it`s scary.”

“It`s not,” I said reassuringly, “We are going to serve His Majesty and our country. You can`t be a mess. You represent yourself, your family and the monarchy.”

She nodded hastily, and then she straightened her body a little.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I patted the side of her arm and continued our solemn march towards the gates. Then we stopped at the parade ground in front of the House of Justice and Valor. There was the male part of the Royal family. I couldn`t see them well because I was too far behind but I could make out  the ceremonial robes of our King, the Crown prince and his two brothers. On both sides there were the Ministers in robes of brilliant azure blue.

I heard the ceremonial drums and fell to my knees along with everyone around me. Suddenly I felt so small, like a tiny ant in the sea of more ants, pressing my forehead to the cold ground. I wondered how my sister was doing.

She was probably very excited for her own Acceptance day. I tried to think of her to seek some comfort and feel less alone. She wasn`t far away from here and she was probably now bowing to the Queen and the Princess in front of the House of Elegance and Virtue. I knew that she used to dream of this day for years. She always wanted to be a lady-in-waiting, and then part of the harem, a glorious concubine dressed in silk and precious stones.  She wouldn`t stop dancing when our robes arrived three days ago. This is when we knew that we were approved. For me it was countless of nights of studying and writing and for her ruthlessly cultivating her beauty and talents. And in the end it all paid off. Now we needed to make our family proud, each of us in her own way.

“Future officials,”  the booming voice of the King reached my ears and I quickly directed my thoughts towards the current task, “Today you begin a journey towards self-cultivating to serve your country and its citizen. From now on you shall dedicate your lives to this purpose and the this purpose alone because the nation needs you. We have the army to protect it but we also have you to help me govern it well.”

King Jiyeong, I thought, the second King of the Dragon Dynasty. My father used to describe him as a trustworthy ruler, one who never let things out of control, who looked into the details. And probably rightfully so. His dynasty was young to our ancient kingdom, his ancestors fought with King Yalta from the Crow Dynasty to get to where they were today. They had to set new customs, new rituals, new fashion, everything to erase the previous rulers and their ways.

The Kingdom of Nava was founded by too many tribes and each of them had different beliefs. It wasn`t easy to unify all of them even after centuries of settling on the same piece of land.

I sighed and returned my attention to the Kings`s speech.

“Follow the laws and keep the order. Strive for perfection and bring glory to Nava.”

There was a moment of silence so that we make sure that the King had nothing more to say. Then all of us bellowed:

“Glory to the one true king!”

I finally rose from the ground. I did what I could to rub my sore knees and looking at the other officials around me I wasn`t the only one.

We didn`t have much time to tend to our poor joints though because we were herded by people in brown robes towards three massive stone tables. I saw the long lists spreading like bed sheets. Somewhere there was my name and its assigned position. We weren`t supposed to start with any important position but it also depended on the ranks of our families. Having a third rank was neither good, nor bad, just in the middle. What was worse was the fact that I was a woman.

I was grouped together with girl in front of me. She looked a lot calmer now, as if the worst part was over when in fact it had only just began. It was up to us now  to show what we were really capable of.

We waited patiently and it didn`t take much time before it was her turn.

“Name,” the man at the table demanded without even raising his eyes.

“Adra An,” she mumbled, her voice trembling once again.

“Library,” the man said, “Next.”

“Nala Ae.”

He threw a quick glance at me. Maybe he had heard of my father.

“Library. Next.”

I knew I couldn`t expect much but I still felt disappointed. Adra was there waiting for me. She looked relieved.

“We`re together,” she chimed happily clinging to my sleeve.

I wish I could return the smile. The Grand Library was the standard starting point for most female officials. Men usually got assigned to different departments at  the ministries. I sighed deeply at the thought of spending my time with dusty books rather than people.

“Well, let`s go,” I did my best to look enthusiastic and headed towards the group of officials who were supposed to work there as well.

“It`s not that bad,” Adra tried to comfort me, “Many others never had the chance to come to the Palace in the first place.”

I nodded. After all she was right.

---

I slowly went down the polished wooden ladder after returning a couple of atlases to their rightful places. Then I scanned my desk where a dozen more lied stacked neatly.

Three days had passed since Acceptance day and things were going as expected. Boring. It was boring. Mornings were nice since we had lectures with renowned scholars but afternoons dragged on and on at least here in the library. It was something I had to endure for now. Later when gaining more experience I could submit a memorial to the King and eventually attract his attention. I had a long way ahead of me though. No one came with brilliant ideas three days into their new duties, so in order to outshine hundreds of intelligent men in His Majesty`s court I had to study diligently for years.

I had this dream of attending court like a proper high rank official but in the history of this dynasty there had been only one woman who was able to achieve that and she lived during the reign of the previous king. I knew my chances were low.

I grabbed a few maps and checked if they were rolled properly. And since they were I headed to the shelf dedicated to topographic maps.

It wasn`t that bad, I tried to soothe myself, I liked the smell of books. The other officials here were nice and helpful. We slept in good rooms and all of us, the new ones, had our own small court. It was quiet most of the time so I could focus on my studies and work. I couldn`t complain really.

I carefully placed the maps on the shelf and headed back to my desk. To my surprise there was someone standing there. I could only see his back but he was tall and lean and was tracing an open map with his finger.

I slowly approached the stranger and sensing a movement behind him he spun his body to face me. I stopped dead in my tracks. He was a young man with soft pillowy lips, full eyebrows and dark eyes. His robes were the color of honey and despite being sewn to be only informal attire, they were adorned with elaborate embellishments such as branches and leaves. He was what most people would categorize as charming I suppose.  And noble. He was definitely noble. Probably part of the extended royal family.

I curtsied awkwardly partly because I never cared to learn these things properly. My mother used to scold me a lot for that.

“May I help you?” I asked.

He didn`t bow in return which confirmed that he was indeed way higher in the hierarchy than me. Instead he looked at me from head to toe and his eyes lit playfully. I wasn`t ugly but I also wasn`t the prettiest girl out there, so it baffled me.

“You`re new,” he stated and to  my horror he casually sat on top of my desk.

I felt the urge to pull the open map away from him before it crinkles but I had to contain it somehow because I couldn`t afford to face the consequences of pushing a nobleman from his seat of choice. So I just swallowed hard and nodded.

“Which house?” he puffed his full lips.

“Ae,” I almost hissed at him. I needed him to remove his bottom from the map as quickly as possible but he didn`t seem in the mood to budge, “Do you need me to help you with something?”

“Ah, I was just looking for a map but that`s not important now,” he waved dismissively and continued mumbling to himself, ”Ae… Ae… Ah, could it be that your father is Ying  Ae.”

My father has been active in court lately, so no wonder that his name was familiar to the young man.

“The very same, my lord,” I answered and grabbed the map from the desk.

He almost tumbled down trying to dodge it but I wasn`t going to care at this point. But he didn`t seem to mind it at all actually because he let out a giggle.

I rolled the map carefully and walked to its respective shelf. I heard his steps behind me. He wasn`t going to let meoff so easily.

“It must be pretty boring to work here.”

“It`s only temporarily, my lord, everyone should start their career from somewhere,” I placed the map.

“Oh, an ambitious lady!” he exclaimed. I couldn`t shake off the feeling that he was toying with me.

           He leaned on the shelf casually towering over me. His body omitted a sweet musky smell.

“Don`t you want to find a good husband and get married?” he raised an eyebrow, “Someone noble, handsome, valiant, brave, courageous…”

I narrowed my eyes. Was he trying to describe himself? My sister would probably gush over a man like him but I wasn`t really familiar with men. I never paid much attention to them and as expected I spent most of my life away from them because propriety demanded that.

“My parents will choose a husband when the time comes,” I answered flatly.

Many female officials never married. At least those without a proper backing. They basically led a life of a nun till the day they died. I tried to push this thought out of my mind.

“So you don`t want to choose for yourself?”

He bent a little so that his face was inches away from mine. The fragrance which came from him intensified.

I wasn`t someone who blushed easily but his closeness made me uncomfortable. Partly because I was taught my entire life that men and women go separately except if they are married. His frivolous behavior was too much for me. Yet I spent a minute studying his eyes. They were deep dark brown like bottomless pits which devoured light.

“Everyone with an able body and bearable personality would do,” I answered at last and took a step back to break the spell between us, “As long as my marriage does not interfere with my job as an official, I am fine with anything.”

He bit his lower lip to suppress his laughter.

“Every girl dreams of her future husband,” he said confidently, “Even  those who take the official exams.”

I shook my head.

“I never did.”

He stared in me and I could see that he was very skeptical about it.

“Maybe you haven`t met the right man… until now.”

I blinked a couple of times. Was I mistaken or his voice sounded almost seductively?  

For the first time in my life I met someone who`d openly say indecent things. I have heard that some of the members in the royal family were spoiled rotten and good for nothing but I imagined they would indulge in such behavior in the privacy of their own manors. Or brothels.

“I can assure you, my lord, that I have YET to meet such man.”

He clasped the fabric of his robes right above his heart dramatically.

“Ah, that hurts so much,” he whined, ”But the future lies ahead and I have just planted the seed of love in your heart.”

The seed of love? I wanted to say something clever to him, something to insult him in a subtle but my mind was blank. All I felt was indignation which threatened to make me faint. Luckily I wasn`t that frail.

Who was that man after all? He never introduced himself in the first place.

“We shall meet again, my lady,” he said finally making his exit, “I`ll come to keep you company some other time.”

I was ready to gladly send him off when something flashed in front of my eyes.

“My lord!” I called after him.

He stopped and looked at me. But my eyes were fixed on his chest. It has been there the entire time, hidden between the embroidered leaves in plain sight.

“I could do without your company, my lord,” I said with all the courage I managed to muster. Because, gods, I needed it considering who stood before me.

He smiled and disappeared down the staircase.

A tiny golden dragon in between the leaves. A tiny golden dragon on his chest. He wasn`t just part of the extended royal family. He was from the royal family.

The entire time  I had been talking to a prince.

[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: Top Three (Dream FES Finale [for the year])

WARNING: This post may be a bit long.

>Saturday.

GOOD EVENING, TOKYO! It’s the last day of Dream FES! It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The competition to see which Rookie Idol’s dream of becoming True Idols and making their CD debut come true! If any of our Rookie Idol’s make it in the Top Three, they will become True Idols. If they come in 3rd, that’s okay, they’ll still become a True Idol. It’s only if they make it in 1st or 2nd that they will get their CD debut. However, 2nd place will got you only some song recorded. But in 1st, you’ll record even more.  Also, we have a grand finale is store for you. The collaborated song with DearDream, KUROFUNE, and ANSwer!

>The crowd cheered. Then, Haruto Mikami gets on stage.

So, are you all ready for the show?

>The crowd cheered again. Then, the Rookie Idols come on stage

Our goal is the Dream Festival! Dream FES is about to start!

Rookie Idols: Enjoy the show!

>In the backstage dressing room, as the Rookie Idols perform on stage, Skull waited for his turn with the others. The idol next time him, let’s call him Guren Ike (since using his real name would expose our true identities), spoke to him. Guren is an upbeat kind of guy, always looking on the bright side of things.

Guren: Are you as excited as I am, Sakamoto kun?

Skull: Well, maybe I’m a little nervous. But my friends and family are watchin’, so I guess it should be okay. What about you, Guren kun?

Guren: My dad and little sister are in the audience, too. My mom can’t make it because of her job. I think some of my friends from school are there, too.

Skull: I see. Good for you, then.

Guren: You, too, Sakamoto kun.

???: Oh, please, the only reason Sakamoto made it this far is because some of those friends are Spider-Man and Harry Osborn. Not to mention you’re already a member of KUROFUNE.

>They quickly turn to see another Rookie Idol had come to them. Let’s call him, Kumokuro Kazebaggu. He a bit more stuck up and is only an idol to emerge from the overwhelming success of his parents.

Skull: (a little upset) You wish, Kazebaggu. They just gave me a push. The rest came from me.

And what about you? Scared Mommy and Daddy’s money won’t save you this time?

Kumokuro: (more upset) We’ll see about that you-

???: Both of you, please.

>It was another Rookie Idol. Let’s call him Unakarui Kurume, Kuru for short. Apart from being an idol, he also plays Duel Monsters and hopes one day to meet the King of Games himself. He’s also the calm type and is in the same unit as Guren.

Kuru: I know you both just want to get to the Top Three, but remember, you have to be fair to your opponents. Even they deserve a little kindness.

>They just stared in silence.

Guren: Uh, Kuru, buddy, this isn’t a duel, you know?

Kuru: ... It’s not? Well, same difference.

You sure are... Unique.

Worker: RosyRosy, you’re up!

RosyRosy Leader: Guren, Kuru, we’re needed!

Guren: Coming, senpai! See you soon, Sakamoto kun.

Skull: (happy) You go well tonight. See ya.

>With that, RosyRosy leaves for the stage... Then, me, Fox, Crow, Peter, and Harry come in.

Hey, how are you?

Skull: Fine.

Really? Aren’t you even a little nervous.

Skull: Okay, I’m a little nervous. Like...

Is this actually happenin’? Or, am I just dreamin’?

Kumokuro: If you are, then it’s time to wake up and leave.

We weren’t talking to you.

Ryuji, you are here. This is really happening.

Don’t start doubting yourself. That just wouldn’t be beautiful.

You just need to believe in yourself. Or, are you thinking of quitting?

Hell no! I ain’t done yet! Not at all!

Now there’s the Ryuji Sakamoto we all know and love.

Right. You never gave up on me, so I ain’t givin’ up on you!

>Suddenly, Skull felt something in his heart and looked inside.

WARNING: Some Persona 5: Royal spoilers.

That is right, Ryuji Sakamoto. You will not give up. You have come so far.

Yes. You would not back away if this did not mean anything to you. Would you?

>Then, Captain Kidd and Seiten Taisei come together in a burst of light...

Now the time has come. Are you ready?

You bet, William... In fact...

>Skull turns to Crow.

Skull: Akechi, did you bring your notebook with you?

Crow: Yes. You never know when a mystery will strike. Why do you ask?

You’ll see.

Kumokuro: You mean a new song? I doubt that’s going to work.

You might be surprised.

>RosyRosy comes back in with the worker.

Worker: Kumokuro Kazebaggu, you’re on!

Kumokuro: (stuck up again) Now to show you how a True Idol works.

>With that, he leaves.

Such arrogance. You better defeat him, Ryuji.

Skull: That’s the plan.

Harry: Good luck.

Peter: Knock ‘em dead out there.

>With that we leave. Skull takes the notebook and begins writing away.

>Back on stage, Kumokuro had just finished his song.

MC: And that was Kumokuro Kazebaggu, ladies and gentlemen!

>The crowded applauded... Somewhat.

MC: Next up, he’s a bleached boy who once ran for his school and is now taking his magic legs to the stage. He just joined KUROFUNE as a part time member, but hopes to become a True Idol. I hear he has a huge fan club in the audience tonight.

>We all cheer louder than the rest of the crowd.

MC: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, here he is, the Pirate of the Track, the Full Sail Athlete... Ryuji Sakamoto!

>With that, Skull runs on stage and the audience cheers loudly.

Skull: Yo, Tokyo!

>The crowd cheers again.

Skull: At the last minute, I wrote a new song. This song talks about how far I’ve come in the idol world. But I couldn’t have done it alone. My friends and family helped me along the way. Ren, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, Akechi, my mom, Harry, Peter, and all the others who we hold dear to our hearts, thank you.

Hmm?

Yeah, you, too, Diego.

Diego: (quietly) Thank you.

Skull: This is a song about dreams and how we hold them dearly in our hearts. And before you know it, you will also be realizin’ just how important it is to believe.

Now to show you how to KEEP RUNNIN’ DREAM!

Dorkia Time!

Catch Your Cheers!

Skull: Let the race begin!

>Skull changes clothes.

Cheerful Jam Series! Complete!

(Just want to remind you that J-pop is one of my weakest points.)

(Beat box opening) Dreams They come true everyday Dreams Helping make you way Dreams They help you speed on And in the end your future you have won

Keep running dream To your future ahead Don't stop until you are dead Through the sunlit beam Go on and on To the day is done Keep running dream Keep running dream Keep running dream!

>After the song, everyone cheered and applauded wildly. I guess this song actually reached out to everyone... Way to go, brother.

MC: Epic! Really Epic! I couldn’t think of anything other than the words of that song!

Thanks! And thanks, everyone!

>Everyone cheered loudly. Especially us.

>Back in the dressing room, we, including Stark and the Future Avengers, come to congratulate Skull for his performance.

That was really great, Ryuji senpai!

Yeah, that was amazing.

You did real great tonight.

Skull: I have you guys to thank. You gave me the courage that touched my heart.

That’s true. Only a True Idol can sing from the heart. And the heart has many connections to others.

Don’t I know it.

I say you pretty much leveled up in my game.

That’s pretty much Futaba’s way of saying that you showed real talent.

What’s this? The great Sojiro Sakura actually praising someone?

Joker: Actually, he’s done it before with me.

Now cut that out.

Either way, the was a pretty neat show.

That’s my Ryu kun. He really knows how to put on a show.

I know I normally prefer heroes, but man, you really blasted us there.

Same here. Still, this was good too. (By the way, this is my anime form.)

True. It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Skull: I’m glad you guys liked it.

We actually loved it. You’re sure to at least land the Top Three.

Keigo: He’s right. If you can at least make it into the Top Three, you'll become a True Idol. But if you make it in the Top Two, you’ll record a CD.

Skull: I hope you’re right.

You’ll make it. We promise.

Besides, I’ve have a betting pool with Michael right now. If you end up in the Top Three, he’ll have to pay Japan another visit to kiss your feet.

And if he doesn’t.

Toshi: I go over to his place and kiss his feet.

I guess that sound fair... I think.

A chance to see a world class chef and author get humiliated like that? I’d love to see it.

Is your idea of fine like that?

Alistaire: Maybe.

Maybe?

(whisper) Sicko.

The point is, Sakamoto, we know you’ll make it.

Skull: You think?

If not, I can always pull a few strings.

Harry: You probably shouldn’t.

Skull: That’s right. What happens now, I want to show everyone I can do this without havin’ to rely heavily on those with a lot of power. But I’ll still need you guys in my life.

That’s true. Though you want to stand on your own, but that doesn’t you have to be alone... Isn’t that right?

Pretty much.

It’s the same with me.

Grady: And me. Don’t be afraid to rely on others.

Yeah, we’re here for you, Ryuji san.

Thank you , everyone.

You’re welcome, brother.

>I look at everyone who is now happy for Skull... Especially Makoto who seems the most happiest for him. Although Bruno is trying to hit his own smile.

Worker: Hey, they’re about to announce the winners. You better hurry.

We better get going.

Good luck out there, Sakamoto... Or is it break a leg?

I’ll explain later.

See you soon.

We’re rooting for you.

>Later on the stage, the MC, the Rookie Idols, DearDream, KUROFUNE, and ANSwer were ready for the announcement.

MC: The time has come, time to announce which Rookie Idols’ dream is about to come true.

We wish only you young idols the best.

If you can make it in the Top Three, you will become a True Idol.

If you come in 3rd, you won’t be getting a CD deal, but you will still become a True Idol, and you will be eligible to start your own Idol Unit with D-Four Productions.

If you come in 2nd, you will get a CD deal, though, the number of song will be limited.

And if you come in 1st, you will get a CD deal and record as many songs as you desire. Just don’t forget to include other songs from other idols.

Yuto: And the rest who didn’t make it will be given a consolation prize of your choosing.

Keigo: And you’ll be able to perform for a chance at being in the Top Three again at next year’s Dream Festival.

And you can keep going as many times as you desire.

Or at least until your contract with D-Four expires.

Yes. Now, let's begin.

MC: When I call out your name or the name of the Unit you are in, come forward. Now, in 3rd Place...

Ryuji Sakamoto!

FOR REAL!?

Keigo: (whisper) Well, go on!

>Skull comes forward.

MC: So, Ryuji san, how does it feel to know that even though you won’t get a CD, you’re still a True Idol?

Skull: It’s... It’s actually pretty sweat. No one thought I could do it. I almost believed them. But my friends and family supported me and I kept at it.

Thanks, everyone! I love you all!

>The crowd cheered. We love you, too, Ryuji.

>After the other winners were called (Kumokuro came in 2nd and RosyRosy came in 1st), it was time for the grand finale.

Kanade: Now it’s time for our last song of the night and the end of another Dream Festival.

Keigo: But don’t worry. This will all happen again next year. And we will look forward to seeing you again.

Akiomi: So, from all of us, we hope that your own dreams will come try just as dreams did tonight.

KUROFUNE, DearDream, and ANSwer: ENJOY THE SHOW!

>The crowd cheered.

Keigo: Ryuji san, care to join us?

You bet!

>We’ll skip this part because... Words just can’t describe it.

WARNING: Spoilers for Persona 5: Royal ahead.

>Kichijoji. Stark reserved Penguin Sniper for us so we wouldn’t be bothered, especially by reporters... Well, except maybe one.

Thanks for pulling a few strings and letting me in here.

Joker: It’s no trouble. I’m sure Mr. Stark wouldn’t mind.

Stark: (coming to us) I would... But I’ll make an acceptation since she’s so cute.

Ohya: You say that to all the female reporters.

Stark: True. You’re not the first female reporter to fall for my charm... I really should pay Nanami a visit the next time I’m here.

Ohya: Anyway, I’m not here to interview you. I’m here for KUROFUNE. I want to get in a word before tomorrow when Blondie and the Detective Prince leave.

Keigo: Alright, but make it quick. I’m about to own Flash kun in darts.

Flash: Yeah right!

>With that, KUROFUNE go to get interviewed by Ohya. I return to my billiards game with Diego, Crow, Mikoto, and Bruno.

Mikoto: So it’s actually happening to him.

Joker: It is. And he’s even thinking of returning to the tack team to get into a good college.

Diego: Can he?

Crow: Ryuji is pretty much famous now. I’m they’ll make an acceptation.

Mikoto: But I thought he wasn’t going back.

It’s still up for debate.

Crow: By the way... Why did the Future Avengers come to Dream FES? Makoto san, you said that you are a distant relative of Ryuji....

I really don’t buy it.

Makoto: (sweating) Umm... Well...

Bruno: (quick and stern) Makoto will tell you everything you need to know when he’s good and ready. Let’s just leave it at that.

Okay, okay. I won’t question anymore for now.

Bruno: Forgive me. I know as a detective, you can’t help but feel a little suspicious.

Crow: True. That’s just how it is. However, Ryuji and his mother trust you. So does Tony Stark. So I’ll be fine for now.

Makoto: (whisper to Bruno) Thanks. (normal speech) Anyway, we trust you just as much. So don’t worry.

Joker: Just make sure Ryuji and Akechi will be okay there in New York.

Makoto: (smiling) You can count on me and the Future Avengers, Ren!

Thank you, Makoto.

>I know I can trust this Future Avenger. I can sense he has a tight connection with Skull just like he has with Harry... Now I can sense one with us, as well.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of Chance Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

Confidant: Hurricane

Arcana: Chance (This Arcana is made up for this Confidant.)

Rank: 1

Ability: Type 5: Speed

Automatic Masukukaja at the start of battle during Cloudy weather.

Harry: Hey, don’t forget me and Pete!

Joker: Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you guys, either.

Peter: Good. But don’t worry, we also know the Future Avengers and we’ll help, too.

Makoto: You bet, Spider-Man! I mean, Peter. I forget, I’m suppose to call you by your real name when you don’t have the mask on.

Peter: It’s okay. So, Ren, it’s your shot now.

Okay. Watch and learn.

>I take the cue stick to the billiard table.

Adi: (surprised) Is he really going to play like that?

Diego: Believe it.

>With one hit, I knock one of the balls into one of the holes.

Peter: Score!

Joker: Now...

It’s your move.

>I hand the cue stick... to Adi.

Adi: (surprised) Me!?

Makoto: C’mon, give it a try!

Adi: ... Alright.

>Adi takes the cue stick. He pauses for a moment and then... He goes into the same position I was in.

Diego: (surprised) Wow! He’s gonna do it!

>Adi then hits the whit ball... And knocks the eight ball into a hole.

Bruno: How did you learn to do that?

Adi: I... I don’t know. When I saw Ren do it, I couldn’t help but want to do it myself.

Joker: Well, it is a stylish way to play. I could show you a little more.

Adi You would? ... Thank you.

?????: Well, he did learn from the best.

>We quickly turn to see who just arrived. It was Panther’s mother, Kathrine.

Panther: Mom, you’re here.

Well, I would have arrived sooner, but I ran into an old friend.

>The person who came with her comes forward... I can’t believe who it is.

Well, I can’t help it if my own son spends more time here than he does at home.

I see. Sorry I made you feel that way... Dad.

>With that, everyone’s jaws drop.

[semiramis-audron]

Introduction to those who run the show

Time flew by quickly, people coming and going, drinking coffee, drinking tea and smoothies, the shop was usually busy, today Gabrielle didn't pay as much attention to it as usual though. She might not work full shifts there anymore... or might have to sign up for overtime. Which it would be, was still not clear, even by the time she joined several other girls in the entrance hall of the opera, waiting for their official introduction. A stern middle aged woman welcomed them with a short nod, and voicelessly beckoned them to follow her, leading them into the ballet training hall.

Young women nervously standing underneath high arching pillars from the 19th century, their eyes reflecting curiosity, some worry, some fear in the cold mirrors on the wall. A few leaned on the ballet bars, relaxing, waiting, the woman had left again and closed, hopefully not locked, the door behind herself.

A bright blond schock of hair pushed its way towards Gabrielle, pulling at the hem of her t-shirt. "Gabe!... Gabe! Oh gosh welcome! I haven't seen you since bandcamp!" It took her a moment to recognize the freckled bundle of energy. "Mi-Michelle? Is that you? What are you doing here?" They held hands and hugged each other, Gabrielle blushed, glad to see a familiar face. "I'm a ballet girl, duh? My mom looks after the girls here so I get to hang out with the fresh meat, are you fresh meat Gabe?" a thin finger stabbed her side with a little more force than necessary. "Yes, I made it in... I think." she sighed and hugged Michelle once more.

"You think? You're here! You'll love working here, it's really fun and exciting." They were two years apart, had met each other in summer music camp. Michelle was the kind of girl you could steal horses with, or kidnap, torture and kill cheating ex boyfriends. Loyal and lively, to say the least.

"I don't know," Gabrielle groaned "... Carlotta sent me home in the casting, but the Email said I'm in, and I haven't met anyone in charge yet to confirm it.“ Michelle's mother... that means the woman who had lead them in. „ - could your mom tell me?" She hadn't expected the smaller one to stare at her like she had exclaimed to have biked to the moon.

"Ohhhh. Ohhhh!!! She don’t need to! ... oh you're in, you're in alright!" she whispered ominously, awe in her voice. "Like, they sent you home and you still got an invite, that's no mistake girl. That doesn't happen. Unless he wants it. You're definitely in." the younger one grabbed her hands again and pulled her further to the front, leaving Gabrielle just utterly confused.

"Who he? The manager?" Two women, different as day and night, and two men walked in, the crowd grew quiet, girls standing straight.

"Yeah, he's the manager alright..." Michelle whispered back, then put her forefinger on her mouth. "Now shhh, Mama is quite strict, we'll talk more later..." and she scuttled off through the sea of girls.

"Welcome to the Opera, you may address me as Madam Giry, you will spend the next years under my supervision. These gentlemen, are Monsieur André and Monseur Firmin, the managers of this illustrious business. They -" she looked at the men, at the girls, then at the corners of the room, her eyes lingered at the mirrors. "- are the ones who pay you, without them, this house, your future would be nothing." Her voice was clear and filled with conviction, the silver strands in her dark blond hair told of age and wisdom, tight lips but hints of crow's feet and indeed a resemblance to Michelle. "They deserve nothing less, than your utter respect. Make them proud. It is for your own good, after all."

The men took a bow, then with much gusto, introduced the lady between them. Even though she did not exactly need introducing, her face was in leaflets and posters distributed all around the building. And stand up displays strategically placed in the entrance hall. There was even one with a mustache painted on, some stickers decorated her more or less flatteringly. Currently it was shoved aside by a broad shoulder, nothing mean, just a tired bump on a man's way to his workstation. He slumped into his chair, taking a sip of his coffee, trying not to choke on a yawn. He had overslept. Introductions were already beginning and he was still feeling barely conscious. Fingers brushing through his hair, guiding the headphones in place, covering the ears and shutting out any unwelcome noise entirely.

So many young aspiring talents, handpicked in auditions over the last weeks, finally ready to start their small yet exciting careers. He groaned quietly as he caught a glimpse of the woman he'd met a few hours ago. Still unable to grasp the magnitude of his stupidity and inattentiveness.

Then again maybe he had just been overwhelmed by the range and potential he had heard, the urgent need it caused in him and it's not like anyone would expect a girl from a coffee shop to audition for the Opera Populaire... So no need for him to pay attention to any coffee shop girls to avoid accidentally employing them... He placed his forehead on his keyboard, groaning again, then lifted his head again and smashed it down, as much as anyone working with computers was willing to do to their equipment. Not for long though, the sticky key notification screamed in his ears and called his attention back to the matters at hand. It would be a crime to not form her voice into the fire that its spark promised. Akin to physical pain, was just thinking about it going to waste... and here he was, having to drop her, for his own safety.

No matter how often he would recall it. No matter how much he would regret it. No matter how much it would occupy his mind. No matter how much he would cringe about it, whenever he heard Carlotta. No matter how much he'd lay awake at night, loosing sleep, gears grinding about whether he did the right thing. No matter how heavy his heart would be every time he'd see the girl working in that coffee shop instead of the opera and it would be his fault and it would be even worse, because he should just not have sent the e-mail after Carlotta had rejected her, but now she was here and he'd have to get rid of her again and then it would always sit at the back of his head and UGH.

Such a shame, considering, with the right vocal training, she could easily rival the somewhat overrated lead.

Clearly a lot of the other girls were big fans, their eyes shining with idolation, others with respect and fear at the sight of such an experienced woman.

"Madame Carlotta, Prima Donna extraordinaire!"

The womand who had sent her home.

An obligatory round of shaking hands followed, Carlotta merely nodding at the young élèves.

Gabrielle was not surprised. After all... one of them might one day surpass and replace the first lady of the stage. When their eyes met, Carlotta frowned, Gabrielle bit her lower lip. It was no secret, that André and Firmin were quick to please their star to avoid any kind of drama.

If she remembered, and sent her home again today, in front of the managers... Besides of a probably fucked up E-Mail, she still had nothing official. The older woman looked her up and down, clearly straining her memory, the moment seemed to last forever. Gabrielle was not sure if it was better to keep or break the eye-contact. A feeling of dizziness began to rise in her head, fingers tingling, hissing in her ears.

Then a tiny yet excited BWUWAFF! resounded from Carlottas big handbag. Gabrielle almost suffered a heart attack. The Prima Donna fished a treat out of another pocket, feeding it into the tiniest white snout peaking out of the container and cooing about her precious Petit Souris.

The goblet passed, the Prima Donna moved on to the next girl and Gabrielle thanked the gods for this distraction.

They did not stay long, naturally, all three had important matters and vocal training to attend to. The atmosphere in the room noticeably relaxed, with some deep sighs and slouched postures following.

A hand squeezed hers, Michelle had returned and smiled, as usual.

"So, ladies, enough introductory niceties. You are here because you posses the most basic abilities to dance and sing. You want to become stars of this stage? You have years of hard training ahead of you. Sweat, blood and tears. Hard work, dedication, discipline and obedience." Michelle did not exaggerate. Her mother really seemed quite strict, the black high cut business dress accentuated her body and aloofness well. "Once you have reached the level of a professional, you might perform in the Opéra Bastille, until then, for your training and all ballets, the Palais Garnier will be your home.“ She seized up the girls giggling in the background. „Let this be your first and hopefully only warning, these walls are old. They have seen many tragedies both on and behind the stage. The ghost of history roams this building. When you dance, when you sing, when you walk these halls, show respect. Don't linger in the corridors and loiter in the shadows. Shadows are for spirits and ghosts, and they don't like nosy girls sneaking around in their domain.“ Well that was certainly an interesting way to give them the houserules. „So be warned, behave, be on time and take you training here serious, and the ghost will smile upon you.“ Gabrielle leaned over to her friend a bit, very quietly whispering. „She isn't serious, right? There are no ghosts here, right?“ Michelle only shook her head, again shushing with her finger on her lips. No talking over mama. „I will now give you a tour of the rest of the building, stay close or you might get lost and never be seen again.“ confused and amused they followed their new warden. Gabrielle had heard a story or two before applying, about people disappearing, just not showing up anymore to the next rehearsal. But that was usually that, wasn't it. People dropped out of all kinds of jobs. She wouldn't do that though, she was dedicated. „There aren't really ghosts here, are there?“ she whispered at Michelle again, her father had always taught her to accept that there were things between heaven and earth that you simply can't explain. And whatever causes them, were forces not to be trifled with. They chose people with pure hearts to bestow their favors upon, and paid those seeking harm their due... „Nah, no ghosts-“ Michelle skipped a step, waiting for Gabrielle to catch up and sigh with relief. „No ghostS, just one...“ a big grin and an ominous eyebrow wriggle. „What? Michy, don't be like that!“ It wasn't like she was afraid of ghosts, but when you worked in the theater business, these things needed to be taken serious. She felt a cold shiver down her spine as they fell behind a bit. „Oh don't worry, Gabe, it's like mom said: If you follow the rules, you have nothing to be afraid of. Just listen to mama, be on time, be diligent, be respectful and stay away from the shadows, lest you bump into a dark mysterious figure-“ she might not mind that „-and the walls start oozing blood-“ she would mind that certainly, though which respectable ghost would want such a mess in their house anyway. „Mama said he was mad this morning, all moany, terrifying. Which is weird, because usually you only hear his ghostly howls at night or after bad performances... Oh come on Gabe, you know how old buildings are... I mean, I work here... and I'm still alive, right?“ at least now it was clear her friend exaggerated. Gabrielle raised her head, turning in a circle once, speaking loud and clear, to whatever god or ghost or angel might hear her. „Alright, I hereby promise to behave and in return, expect my life to be spared.“ she followed with a curtsy. „Thank you.“ Gabrielle twitched as they caught up to Madame Giry and the other girls, the old, thick wooden doors did sound like an ethereal being complaining. He groaned. Not only had he squandered his chance to get rid of her, she also was kind of adorable... not that that mattered... and dedicated... which did. He would just have to make sure, he never listened in on any rehearsals and performances with her. As if that was going to be possible. He dipped a finger in the fig marmalade and licked it clean, thoughtfully watching the screens, following the girls through the rooms. She had a thing for the Giry girl. That one was nosy and curious, but also her mother's daughter. So their... friendship?... could be both of advantage or disadvantage for him. Certainly would be easier to keep her supervised like this. As the tour was ending, both girls left the building together, he sighed, switching to a different camera and opening his accounting software. Her name was already in the system. There was so much to do today... Making sure the new girls all actually got what they were legally entitled to. Changing the order of dog treats Carlotta had placed with the managers, she just kept ordering the brand her dog didn’t even like... He could, naturally, switch casting and understudy orders to favor Gabrielle. But he still didn’t want to fully admit, that he was going to keep her in his house. He just... didn’t have the right opportunity to send her home yet. She was young and friends with Michelle, she’d fuck up sooner or later and get thrown out by the two fools ‘running’ the place. And even if he wanted to keep her, her voice had potential... that didn’t mean she was making much use of it yet.  No no, she was leaving soon, until then, she could join all the other girls... He downed his coffee and got up to bring the can over to his desk. Time to get to work like every other responsible taxpayer.

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After the siren: Hawks face biggest test after Suns shock

BEWARE the team and the star player that has copped flak all week. So often they come out firing the following week and that was certainly the case in Sunday evening’s match at Metricon Stadium.

This game was never in doubt from the moment Gary Ablett won the opening clearance after a week under the microscope and bombed it forward. The Suns were always a sneaky chance to get the win, and Ablett with 36 touches was a big factor, but what also helped them was the return of Jarrod Harbrow, whose hard running off half-back gave Gold Coast so much drive and small forward Brandon Matera whose six goals was a career best.

Hats off to Rodney Eade. The veteran Suns coach had to deal with a week of bad press and the spectre of an opponent his club had never beaten and he masterminded a complete performance and one of the club’s best wins and the sort that might be a launching pad towards that overdue maiden finals appearance.

‘Rocket’ always enjoys sticking it to his old club when he can and you think he reminded his players before the game they weren’t the only ones on shaky ground because there was no ‘let-up’.

The spotlight is now on the Hawks and deservedly so. The competition was always going to catch up with the club that won three straight flags between 2013 and 2015, but the lack of spark and urgency is what will gall Hawthorn people at present. They are slow, reactive and if the finger-pointing at times on Sunday night is an indication, they are disorganised as well.

Tom Mitchell has brought his good form across from the Sydney Swans, Ryan Burton has pocketed a NAB AFL Rising Star nomination, but it is hard to think of one Hawthorn-listed player from last season who has improved, which means Alastair Clarkson is facing his biggest challenge since he walked into the doors of Glenferrie Oval as a hungry young coach in September 2004.

The Hawks are on the bottom of the ladder and now have a pair of marquee MCG home games in the next fortnight against Geelong and West Coast. It will be intriguing to see what they do at selection and with their gameplan, because not much has worked until now.

• Nine things we learned from round three

Tigers still roaring

Maybe, just maybe, your 2017 Richmond Football Club is the real deal.

Opening wins over Carlton and Collingwood were nice enough, but there was something emphatic about the manner in which they outlasted and indeed, out-toughed West Coast at the MCG on Saturday.

Perhaps the Tigers are ready to ride on the coat tails of Dustin Martin, who with 40 disposals and an insane 15 clearances, is already enjoying a special season.

The Tigers are quicker and more direct this year. But it is their small forwards that have created the buzz. Jason Castagna and Dan Butler have been terrific additions, while there have been no second-year blues for Daniel Rioli – in fact it has been the complete opposite. Every week provides something for the highlight reel.

The Tigers should start favourites next week at the Gabba against the Brisbane Lions to make it 4-0, before a huge Anzac Day eve clash with Melbourne. Win those and they’ll be off to their best start for 22 years and the AFL will be delighted.

In a year in which the some of the flag favourites reside outside Victoria, the emergence of the Tigers and the huge crowds they generate, is great news for the beancounters at the AFL.

West Coast won’t win every match as coach Adam Simpson said after the game. But the poor intensity from the Eagles will gnaw, as will the reality of four defeats from their last five visits to the MCG. They’re back there in a fortnight for what will be emotional afternoon as Sam Mitchell faces Hawthorn for the first time.

But before then, they face a five-day turnaround ahead of the Thursday night home game against the Sydney Swans. It will be physical and mental test for the entire club, but one they will embrace given they signed off on this clash before the fixture was released. 

• Fantasy form watch: Dusty cleans up again

The future’s so bright…

It’s wearing Schade. Excuse this column for going a bit retro and bringing back some Timbuk 3 from 1986 into the mix, but the work on Friday night of Collingwood defender Henry Schade deserves some praise.

It was a night set up for a virtuoso performance from Lance Franklin as he celebrated his 250th game. But the former Gold Coast defender had a splendid night, keeping ‘The Bud’ goalless in Collingwood’s stirring one-point win.

Nathan Buckley coached really well after a difficult week. The gilt-edged midfield dominated early and for once the effort with the ball was matched by grit and effort without it.

This is what Collingwood will give us all year, and it will likely be a white-knuckle, rollercoaster ride all the way to the end of August. The midfield will deliver some victories, such is the quality, but as vital as the win was for the Pies, we’re no more convinced that the forward line is finals-worthy.

The Swans are 0-3 and facing the reality that this might be a development year. Injuries have forced their hand in this regard, but with West Coast and the Giants to come, they’re facing a 0-5 start to the year and the almost impossible task of making the top four.

The Swans have played five debutants so far this year plus Jordan Foote, who had played just one game before this season. The Swans coach their youngsters as well as any club and they’ve each shown something, but this might be a rare year in which they won’t be serious flag contenders. 

• Around the state leagues: Who shone in your club’s twos?

Home cooking

For years, Fremantle threw the chequebook at whatever big names they could in various bold, but unsuccessful bids to bring big names from the east over to Western Australia.

Last October, the Dockers moved on from that plan and instead targeted West Australians looking to move back home and on Saturday night, that move started to pay dividends.

In the shock win over the Western Bulldogs at Domain Stadium, the four local recruits brought home by the Dockers all played their part. Leading the way was Joel Hamling, a Bulldogs premiership player last year, who kept Travis Cloke to 10 touches and no score.

Forwards Shane Kersten and Cam McCarthy each kicked two goals and McCarthy in particular looked lively. Heaven help the rest of the competition when he starts clunking all the marks he threatens to take. Speedster Bradley Hill had 25 touches and of the new quartet at the Dockers, has been the most consistent so far this year.

The Dockers sent Matthew Pavlich off into retirement last year with a handy win over the Bulldogs at Domain Stadium, but this was a far better night for the club. Younger and fresher, the Dockers zipped the ball around and attacked the corridor and looked entirely different to the turgid team from the opening fortnight of the season

The first step for the Dockers is to become difficult to beat at home and on that count alone, Saturday night was a step in the right direction. 

Other observations 

1. Once again, form counted for nought when the Blues met the Bombers. The dreadful weather at the MCG narrowed the gap between the sides but what did it for the Blues, apart from masterful displays from Marc Murphy, Bryce Gibbs and Patrick Cripps, was a tidy defence and more patient use of the football. When the Blues fail this year, it will likely be because of a gap in talent, not coaching.

2. A whopping 32 shots on goal by Melbourne to Geelong’s 26; 58 inside 50s to Geelong’s 46. Yet the final margin at Etihad Stadium on Saturday was 29 points in Geelong’s favour. The Demons will rue one that got away, taking control of the game in the second and third terms, but so wasteful in front of goal that they left the window ajar just enough to keep Geelong in the game. And for the second straight week, the Cats came home like a steam train, with Patrick Dangerfield and Joel Selwood again leading the way. The Cats don’t like playing home games at Etihad, but they’re two from two there and while they’re not in great form – the big two excepted – they’re banking early wins with loads of games at Simonds Stadium to come later in the year.

3. Like the honesty from Cats coach Chris Scott. His men caught a break with Jesse Hogan and Jordan Lewis suspended and Max Gawn missing with a hamstring injury in the second half. If two of those three play against Geelong and the Demons likely win. It was a frantic game and Melbourne’s brand stood up pretty well for the most part. But a month without Gawn, the most influential ruckmen in the competition, will be a challenge.

4. Josh Kelly did well on Saturday, with 31 touches on a bung ankle in the game between the two clubs that desperately want him to sign the dotted line. For now he is a Giant and he played his part in an important and reasonably impressive 42-point win over North Melbourne, which reportedly has dangled a nine-year, $9 million offer. Already, the opening round stumble against Adelaide seems an eternity ago and the Giants appear to be top-four material once more.

5. Another cracking Showdown and the ledger now stands at 21-21 apiece after Adelaide’s slashing 17-point win over Port Adelaide on Saturday night. That’s three wins of equal merit for Adelaide and Don Pyke has built a team that can win in a variety of ways. And while it remains an unconfirmed rumour at this stage, the Crows coach might even have cracked it for a smile afterwards. As well he should have.

6. The Saints are on the board for 2017, with a 31-point win over the Brisbane Lions that could have been much heftier if not for a 14.23 scoreline. Glass half-full for the Saints is that they got there thanks to great performances from elder statesmen Nick Riewoldt and Leigh Montagna. Glass half-empty is that they needed them after the Lions came hard at them in the second and third terms. Huge game against the Pies coming up on Sunday and they’ll need both David Armitage and Jack Steven back for a game that could well be decided through the midfield. Nice break for the Saints to play an ‘away’ game at Etihad against the MCG specialists Collingwood.

7. No. That is not an error. The Hawks and the Swans are in the bottom three.

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