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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Suspense's Fright

"Court me?"
Kuronue's fingertips circled tiny shapes over Hiei's palm, "Yes, if only for a while. I—I want to show you how much . . . ," Damn this was complicated. It'd be so simple to just out and say how he was coming to feel for Hiei but there'd be the risk of humiliation should he say the wrong phrase to emphasis his emotions.
Head tilted down, shading his facial funder his worn topper, another attempt was prematurely tried, possessing a stronger tone, "I just want to express myself to you." If it was any consolation, even just a small one, Kuronue would be fortunate if Hiei even spoke upon the matter whether it's negative or positive, but he was openly hoping for the latter. Evidence of his desperation lied wide and clear in the timber trembles of his digits nestling the contours of a rough, calloused palm.
The silence to settle over forlorn his hopes of a possible kindling of the Chimera's affections and it became more physical pronounced when Hiei snatched his hand away, returning it back over his folded knee. Less to hardly noticeable pity residued over Hiei's red iris, but flickers of illuminated vexation seemed to house more space in his eyes. "Tempting and amusingly flattering, but I'll pass." He grumbled, eyes averted into the fire's licked, waltz. "I'm not interested in having a mate."
Kuronue was fully kneeled down at this point, hands pressed into the ground as if worshipping the shrine of a holy god; only the god he desired for to offer his blessings was acting the task of the devil's minion. "I'm not trying to force you into anything permanent Pige," Kuronue started, shaky. "I-I'm not saying it has to be forever. But I gotta let you know how it is. How . . . how you affect me—" How you make him feel so empty, like his other half was taken. Kuronue lifted his hat a fraction to reveal the smoothing blue, hum its dazzling sapphire, "If anything it's demanded."
Hiei's head whipped around, his expression a tampered panel of arousing angry, "Demanded? You say that as if I don't have any choice."
Kuronue rose to one bent knee, and suddenly snatched the rejected hand back in his own. "Your status says different. Circumstances being what they are, this could easily go another way," Indigo slightly narrowed, a tinge of mild boldness surfacing like the rage of an oceanic storm. "I don't want to take that route with you Hiei. I'd much prefer you came to me on your own."
"How dare you—"
"But I won't." The smack of skin against numb flesh echoed a short slap as Hiei's tanned palm converse an obvious shade difference on the Chimera's snow polished face. Fingers lied limp, unresponsive to the demonic demand for acceptance to this offer. If by the tiniest stroke, Hiei's finger traced a symmetrical line across Kuronue's brow, a unified compliance to the courtship would commence and the rest would fall in Kuronue's field. But only if if the receptor of those courting conditions accepts.
"Hm," Hiei snorted. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low as to compare our statuses. Why not simply go the normal route and challenge my body for the taken. It's what others would typically go by to prevent the hassle of a courtship ritual."
Kuronue stiffened. "I told you, I don't want to take that route."
Irked on the edge, the Koorime, settled his back aligned the wall, profusely blown. "Why not just consent Challenge?" He closed his eyes. "It'd be less trouble. I could kill you and be on my merry way without the days upon days of given gifts and Gods know what else you'll want to give."
"That's not how I want this to work." Kuronue rasped low and steady. "I want you to know how I feel for you. If bloodshed should be involved, than let it be through friendly combat or companionship. Hiei," the small hand, chilled from the air's frosty film, compressed harder into Kuronue's brow. "I'm willing to give it my all to show you—to prove I can be worthy of your time. If only for a couple of days, or a few minutes it'd be worth the chase. I'll take what I can, no matter the amount." Flamboyance exchanged its humorous exertion for a deeper voice of noble purposes, princely silk poured into every modulated word. "Just give me that chance. I want your verbal consent, not your body's submission."
One red eye slithered open, "Why?" the red disappeared. That single word held meaning. A unbeknownst callus to the gap bordering the answer needed for this situation. "Why go through the trouble?"
"Why." Kuronue chuckled, shaking his head. "I couldn't say. It could be for a number of reasons. Your face, your body, your personality—your eyes." His hat showcased both his eyes on the same close eyed expression he'd seen before on that day they would've shared their first kiss. The same day he'd vowed a promise that held more definition now than it did then. His gaze darted over each sculptured form, remembering the feel of firm skin against his. Those lips deemed a worthy caress of his tongue, begging to be healed of the winter's unfair chap. "Damn," Kuronue scratched his cheek. "I'm no good at this mushy stuff ya know? I could say it's all romantic lovey dovey shit, but hell I'd get sick and you'd probably kick my ass outta principle," he looked up. "Maybe, even if it's a small consideration, I just want you to know how I feel. How I feel about you."
Lavender scented soil leaned in close, breathing a warm whisper against Hiei's cheek before the touch of warmth hesitantly grazed his cheek. No matter the punishment for what he'd just done, Kuronue couldn't hold back his desire to kiss that face; the peaceful look of building trust just deserved something so precious; a reward of soothing caressing to take away a moment of the icy wind's derma.
Several seconds passed with no retaliation of any kind from the unannounced brush of lips. Hiei just sat there, eyes closed, palm still connected to the frontal of Kuronue's face. An alien smirk traveled on both ends of Hiei's lips, "Damned fool." He opened his eyes, a breathes distance away from slanted cobalt. "You've yet to leave me be since I've got here. You just don't seem to give up no matter how much I reject you."
Kuronue shrugged, "Yea well," his cheeks pinkened. "Ya know how it is. If ya see rare gullions, you wanna steal it before someone else does—" his breathing hitched, his eyes widening to their limit.
Hiei slowly trailed his index across Kuronue's brow, lightly fading through a locket of raven streaked hair as he drew his hand back in place; over his raised knee. "That represents more you realize," he murmured softly, turning his eyes back to the crackling fire. "Do as you please. But know this," his chest heaved and deflated from a sigh. "I hold the right to cease the ritual should I feel you unworthy. My statement still stands firm. I'm not looking for a mate."
"Yes, yes of course," Kuronue brushed another kiss on Hiei's palm for confirmation and stood tall, wings expanded, arms folded cockily, but his face shaved of any blustering confidence with mirth happiness. The need to burst into a frenzy fit was overwhelming. The fingers wedged between his arms quivered, urge building to reach out and touch his courtee, but he held firm.
The time to act on the young raven demon's part was set, permission was granted and now it was all Kuronue's turn. All of it would now rest in his hands to figure out the best way to prove his worth an honest value as a potential companion.
Words failed him the longer he stood distilled in place, watching the statue poise of Hiei's body, immobile, frozen in place. Wispy remnants of tingling glee swirled a mockery of heightened confusion in his mind and failure to perform the next instant. But he couldn't help it. So much had rode on that singular touch. Kuronue could still feel the slender captivation rake his skin, leaving its invisible taction in place.
"So," Kuronue shifted his foot to the other, clearing his throat. "Nice night. Kinda cold though. Could probably make some ice treats eh?" God that was stupid. That was stupid, dumb, cheesy, sugary, just—damn just so dumb to say. As if it weren't already known about the winter's wicked chill but to make ice treats? Damn that was corny.
He looked around the cave's jutted stones, less than decorated walls, and cleared grounding, all suddenly aroused of shadowy life solely gifted by the fire's presence. His stance circled around as if looking for the correct summon of less than awkward convey. The night's clear gray was indeed a wondrous scene, the cave's opening being their telescope to the outer world's half misted evening, the territory's snowcapped coating blended into one silvery blanket, and the stars diamond dazzle. Silence was abolished by the laughter of shifting charred wood, and the breeze's habitual rotation. It was a comfortable moment.
But now wasn't the time for romantic pursuit. That stage was set another beginning, "I'm gonna head out." His eyes fell to Koorime's artistic profile. All playfulness aside, Kuronue's persona relied his promise concreted in stone to be absolutely serious about this. He needn't prolong this any further. The situation had been laid bare enough and accepted.
Kuronue took a step back, eyes still trained on Hiei's face almost as if waiting for more to be spoken from the other end. But the further he inched toward the cave, the more the chance dimmed as dark as the night's smoky sheet. His hand braced the cave's doorway, tilting his eyes down. For some reason he felt trained to stay rooted where he was. As if waiting for his master's gesture to give him freedom, feet planted. . .
"Kuronue."
That held him hostage. The sound of his title being said so deep and well coiled off Hiei's lips, a sacred song, sung by one who could keep the attention of those around with one whisper. Like a magic tranced slave, Kuronue swallowed fidgety, "Yea?"
Hiei took a deep breathe, an immature technique to pardon words but he said a rumbled, "Good night," that sounded more of a hum than an evening dismissal.
Kuronue blinked, his mouth fumbled inarticulately over the positive reinforcement behind those three words. Like the chimes to a prayer verse, over and over he heard them sooth his thoughts.
Seeing the failed interpretation, Hiei went for a rougher clarified, "Get out," to process his meaning clearly.
It took the raven demon several chagrining moments to progress before full comprehension sunk in. "S'rry," he chuckled halfheartedly, since his mind was still tangled in the throes of having hear his name spoken for the first time by this man. "I'll just go and uh—I'll see you later."
Before he could make an even bigger fool of himself, Kuronue stepped back and leapt over the cliff's edge, smearing into the lunar glimmer's camouflage. Soaring flight transformed into a skyrocket ascent as the young demon climbed, and bolted high toward the stars. He was elated, wings beating their feather contours as he burst through the misty sky's cotton gems. The stars were so exquisite tonight. They seemed in reach, a hand's stroke away from being in his grasp. Their sparkling demeanor all seemed to reflect the sheer bubble burst of laughing, swallowed in the wispy embrace of mast platinum clouds. The moon's half complete phase added its golden glow on this night, bright and alluring.
Kuronue hovered on his back loss in the trace of solaced peace. The luminous rapture was a sight to behold, so wondrous and dare he even dream to think gorgeous.
And yet as bewitching as the night's glorious scene was, it paled in comparison to what really held a sole loveliness to him right now. . . the sound of his name, caressing Hiei's lips.
'Kuronue. . .Good Night.'

Three days.
That'd happened three days ago and a little to Hiei's obscured disappointment and unspoken relief, nothing had happened out of the ordinary. Kuronue's kept his distance. There'd been no surprise pounces from above, or singing vocals of that ridiculous nickname shattering the skies, with its offbeat tune. Nothing. But he's been around, Hiei knew that much from the conversations spoken of the latest things' he'd done over the last two days or that he'd been seen helping Yomi and Yoko map out more lands.
The band's been in a tiny uproar about a potential lead on something of value coming in another few days but so far it's been mere mention. Nothing's confirmed or genuinely determined until the Youko gave word.
Currently, the sun was half masked against the heavenly blue's screen. He was settled high above in his residential station; the dead oak. And as it's come to be during the past few days, Kurama was seated down below between the jutted tree roots. Silence wasn't unwelcomed here and served as a bridge of understanding for the two at times. The company was wanted in order to process thinking more easily. Only a handful of words were spoken between the pair, but when they were the small amount discussed gained more quality in their relationship. If that's what Hiei or Kurama could define their routine gatherings as: A friendly or corresponding relationship.
Yesterday, the Youko had come about to Hiei's cave bearing gifts the Koorime didn't want. But Yoko's explanation was a precise demand that Hiei wear something other than those worn robes and soaked scarf. So today he was dunned in the wrappings of spider silk dragon robes, made from the farthest regions. Jet black warrior's shihakusho, flared around his shined boots and encased by a sleeve-less magenta tunic, outlined in navy blue and with a matching set of silk silver sash and scarf completed the present. The ripped excuse for a forehead band was now replaced with one of whiter quality and style. His sword was no longer and open blade by his side but it was homed in hardened leather secured by a smoke gray belt.
The outfit suited him to a tee, not once insulting his masculinity, though it was of similar fashion to Kurama's own combat kimonos.
"Kuronue propositioned me last night." Hiei's voice suddenly sliced through.
Kurama opened his eyes upward, "I'm not surprised. I imagine you aren't either?"
"No, no I'm not."
"What was your answer?"
Hiei paused, shifting his eyes around and over.
His silence answered plenty. Kurama chuckled low, lowering his back against the damp bark. "It seems Kuronue's interests aren't just fancied on one side."
"Shut up," Hiei snapped. "It's no such thing. He's the only one lost in romance. I simply said to do as you please. Nothing more. He's the one flapping about like some love struck fool."
"If that's your only argument Hiei, I'm afraid you've failed to convince me." Kurama replied back amused. "Actually, I'm a little stunned about Kuronue's pursuit, or the way he's going about it anyway."
Hiei's eyes timidly leaned over to read into the sage for further elaboration.
Kurama plucked a dried leaf as he continued, "Through personal witnessing, I've seen Kuronue become flirty with others before you, but never to this extend. I never would've taken him as the type to propose courtship. It's just not in his character."
"He's just trying to conquest a challenge. Perhaps I'm one of few who've rejected him and he's sorting out another method," Hiei stated curiously suspicious at how his statement centered around sounding more of a questionable resolution to an unseen answer.
"I doubt that." Kurama mentioned. "Courtship is serious for your race, so I've been told. It's absurd to go to such lengths in order to bed a fellow. Besides Kuronue, being who he is, I don't think would go that far unless he was truly serious. The man is likely to bed you and begone by dawn or simply forget the task should it prove too much of an effort." He shook his head as if to deduce a hidden secret. "No it's not him. Kuronue wouldn't put up this much work unless he deeply cared."
Hiei silently snorted, settled back in place as he folded his arms behind his head, "Maybe."
"Which reminds me," Kurama stood, reaching inside his pocket for something. "I was told to give this to you."
Hiei nearly missed the sun's glare against a silvery shine dangling mid-air before he caught it in his palm. It jangled a creaky song, as he his fingers uncoiled from around its smooth exterior. In his hand was a cat's eye pendant, ruby red in the center, shined and polished to flawless brilliance and held securely in snake fang iron. Attached to the top was a braided chain, meant to be placed around the owner's neck for safe keeping. A fair common trinket but not native of this part of Makai.
Kurama was already half way down the path when Hiei called out, "Who told you to give this to me?"
The mortal keep going, a private musing on his face, "The same person who told Yoko to give you those clothes."
"Some—" Hiei fingered over the clothing, at a loss for words. The cat pendant, swung to life in through his fingers, gleaming an aurora glow in his eyes, it twirled back and forth, rocking from side to side as Hiei sat back a little miffed at being tricked to believe these gifts were from the fox and human.
But when the jewel came to its final rotation a flicker of something inscribed mirrored off the sun. Hiei palmed it on its back and leaned in to closely study what he could faintly make out inside the gemstone's crystal, tiny and small but he could read it all:
Like your eyes, a piercing drop of wine, I thought this cat pendent was perfect for your ruby eyes.
But no, it cannot be so vulgar a taste but instead a polished gleam of your eyes and face.
I'm not a romantic, nor can I try to be. But when I found this, I thought of you and me.
Perhaps someday we can be everlasting as your favorite tree. Maybe for eternity.
Hiei sat back, quiet. He just stared for god knows how long reading over those cursive words, over and over. When he flipped the necklace around, he found more added to the platinum backing in the same written style, sloppily attempted by the artist.
I know this may seem mushy and silly. Hell you just bring it out of me.
I really like you Hiei, more than you'll ever know. If you accept this, let's make it a lifelong trade.
Should I ever leave your side, you'll give this to me as a vow to always return.
Should you depart from me, give it back when you come home.
A solid promise to always be by your side and you by mine. Let it always be our guide to return home.
Kuronue.
"Damn you," Came the disgruntled hiss of hellish amusement and enragement. Hiei chuckled dark and low as he mentally vowed a milestone marker of endless pain and agony for the fool to have this done for him. Uncaring of its symbolic meaning, Hiei threw the chain over his neck, alongside his tear stone and leapt from his perch, a calm smile on his face. "Damn you, Kuronue."

"Damn for fuck's sake." Yomi grumbled, withered and pissed like a feral cat. "How long is this supposed to take?"
"Patience Yomi." Yoko scolded gently, hunkering down under the cape of a snow crusted branch. He altered his footing a smidge to cultivate the lack of spacing between bodies crunched in a small arrangement. "We'll get the signal when the transporter shows."
"We've been out here for three hours," Complained a half bent Kuronue. "My got'damn wings are crampin'."
"Hang low and keep still."
Several days back, Yoko had gotten word of a supply carrier court coming through the southern border with enough gemstones, crystalized dragon scales, and crocodile ore to settle his men's lusts for weeks. Though greedy as they all were, it'd take a mere five days before it was all sold and bargained off for the highest price.
However there were ribbons of sneaking suspicion braided into the cords of this particular assignment. This area wasn't under his control and far out from the Sanctuary's quarters. These were charted but highly dangerous, alert needed to be in full swing. To boldly enter the violent innards of the Serpent's Grove was risking one's life by the jaws of these abnormally large snack demons. Relatively they lacked for a better term, the reasonable intellect to properly capture their pray. They relied on chanced stealth and the flickered forks of their tongues to seek out there victims heat waves. The snow moss environment was their only savior from the viper's heat sensors; nonetheless this was going to need to be another quick one.
The reptilian savages hunted in packs of twos and on rare occasions up to five.
The plan had been set and secured two days ahead before the carriage would arrive. The deal was for an over and under ambush assault as soon as sentries gave signal of the target coming within a ten meter range. Any sooner could risk a loss of three or more men. Any later and the mission would escape.
Patience was deadly key here. No mistakes could be afforded this time.
Beneath the ground's masqueraded cover of dry, soaked timber and rusted, wet leaves, an acute rectangle lined by the dirt's concealment housed the cramped huddle of several frames, Kurama settled against the corner post and Hiei pasted near the top, keeping visual of any foreign people.
It'd surprised him that he'd come to become accustomed to the bandit heists, this one needn't having gotten his consent to join. As soon as Kurama had told him of the situation he'd opted to come along even though the number wasn't needed. Rumor spread of the Koorime's company and soon the rest of the band considered the options of seeing the little guy in action again versus that of their leader who'd wanted to recruit him in their crew.
This would be the second go around and interests ran high for another slide of blood spewed gore like before.
Ears perked from all angles as the sharp rasps of wood knocks banged thirty paces north. Kurama pressed his palm against the solidified earth and concentrated a pinch of spiritual connection. The snap of his wrist, prowling a fisted disruption in the ground, rattling the tree bound marauders of the approaching markers.
Wrapped snug in the navy and scarlet robes of a child's long sleeve tunic, a pair of wide saffron eyes peered from under the curtain of silver hair, shyly blinking around all at the commotion. Sighing quietly, Kisa nudged his nose against the back of Yoko's neck, "Eeep."
Yoko glimpsed over his shoulder, a crafty smirk on his lips as he brought a slender finger up to his mouth, gesturing the universal silence motion. His right hand reached in his pocket for three Gemini Rose Berries—all a sweet sapphire blue and striped brown hued, slightly furred on the surface and thumbnail sized. Kisa automatically opened his mouth squealing "Ahhh" and end they plopped one by one until his cheeks plumped out.
"Mmm," Syrupy juices exploded in his cheeks, sugar spiced and sharpened tang in flavor. The top and bottom of the kits bottom lips, stained a darker shade of raspberry purple, smacked and licked clean of any residing fluids. The taste was every little pup's dream, a lesson Kisa learned that very moment as he nuzzled his appraisal in his guardian's neck, wanting more.
"You get more after the job's done kit," Yoko stroked a pointed claw under the delicate chubby chin, feeling his son's gentle purrs tickle his back. He pulled Kisa's face forward and lapped his coursed tongue over the leaking sap on the kit's plump cheeks, "Back down Kit."
"Mmm." Kisa rubbed against the loving touch on his baby skin a little longer before crawling back under the gray mantle, his peeking sunshine gold the only giveaway of his presence.
With the child undercover, the mission could go underway. Yoko pressed two claws against the tree branch, igniting a barrage of pulsing youki. Kuronue took the sign and spread his wings wide, acting as a cavern under the smooth feathered walls. No shadows, or visual signs of their bodies snuck out. Seconds later their patience rung in the sound of clacking horse shoes, clamoring on the icy ground.
Leaves ruffled, all breathing ceased, muscle spasms froze, everyone was quieted, settled in their appropriate places. Youki dampened to unreadable. The event was set in play, now all they needed was their prey.
The carriage clacked woodenly across the snow crusted path, loud and noisy. Yoko curved his back against the tree's truck; Kisa concealed himself completely from view. Yomi lowered himself against a branch, his blade at the ready. Kuronue steadied a palm on his hilt, eyes trained on the invisible square underground.
All of their concentration was focal. Hard and razor sharpened.
But their attention had been so caught on the carts rolling position that the registered cry of horrid murder sounded like a siren's cry from hell. The earth shook an unstable rattle, terrifying the trees to their very core.
Yoko sniffed the air—Yomi stood, "What the—"
Bursting through the confinement of their trap, all of the men hidden within scattered separate directions, howling their fright and terror. Kurama and Hiei were amongst the crowded fear, eyes filled with bewildered horror as they joined those amongst the trees.
The carriage was suddenly swallowed by the earth's body. It was then that the thick scales of reptile flesh unbottled from within, wrapping tight around the entire carriage's body, occupants and all crushed within. Shrilling cries, agonized in suffocating strain as the snake's muscles tortured them all to their last breathe.
Yoko acted fast, shouting "Pull back!" as he and the rest of his crew filed through the lavished branches.
This was too dangerous. He sniffed the air, calculating at least four serpents in range, all equal to untouchable sizes. These were elders, experienced and poisonous. He wasn't going to afford losing any men on this one. His mind was already planning a stragetic way to maneuver through these creatures, also trying to concoct a silent notion.
Something wasn't right.
Kuronue soared high keeping watch of the men from above, especially of Hiei who stayed right on Shuichi's tale. Good, his worries were lessened a tinge but the rest remained for the sake of the rest of his underlings. But that anxiety became massive, when he caught the sight of a large muscled figure cutting off at the front. Long, large, thick in a circular shape; That was. . . "Chief corner left!"
The warning came a minute too late, and unnoticed. One of the bandits became victim to a sneak attack underground, snatching his entirety in the jaws of a rapid ground assault. There were more, it almost seemed impossible. Yoko thought he'd only scented four but there were more. "Keep high. Steer clear of open jumps. Stay within the branch holds!"
The commotion flared to chaotic attempts of getting away. Escape was all they could muster in their mines. Trained diligence kept them true and loyal to Yoko's every shouted command, knowing he'd try his hardest to keep them alive. Their steps increased in speed, every sound smacked hurriedly through the trees.
Yoko kept his eyes scanned over the frontal, Yomi automatically staying below for any more attacks. Kuronue kept calm from above. All the leaders remained in stride.
Yoko's steps were becoming more forced and heavily pressed, creating a harder task for Kisa to keep on. The fluid bounces and wild leaps thrust his little body against Yoko's back like a lifeless cape. He could hardly keep his claws snagged—until one jump unlocked his fingers from the grasp of Yoko's tunic and down he fell. "Eeep!" It happened so fast. Far too quickly for anyone to react or notice.
Stumbling scared, through the brush of branches, his body slammed and pounded harshly against the limbs, skin becoming lacerated from the jutted twigs and sticks, falling down until his body slammed, a reflective bounce off the ground.
Jolted shock rendered his eyes a blur, unable to see or hear a thing. The electric force knocked the wind from his lungs, spilling a trickle of sour iron from his lips. Pain numbed his frame against the snow, The burning sensation flowed in a gradual pace, spreading from his legs, sizzling low in his tummy. The tips of his fingers twitched as he gasped and hiccupped to get his lungs to pump harder through the hot flow, flooding his throat.
The air. . .there was none. . .he couldn't breathe. . .Kisa's weak cries trembled shakily, unable to call out through the agony. The entity of his chubby body was dulled to nothingness. Fragile and broken, he couldn't make anything, except sound. He felt weak. . .and so scared. Pressed crunched leaves, heavily slithered against the ground grew closer and closer, the scent unreadable, but the flicker of a tongue tapped at his cheek repeatedly. . .
He was scared. The blur of a large face hovered over him, cold and evilly glaring down at its prey.
"Mmm." With the little strength he could surface, Little Fool weakly peeped his distress, wishing he could be home again. With his friend, his guardians, with every them all. He was so scared. The light of his sunny eyes dimmed to a lonely darkness as the feeble cry descended through a silent whisper . . . "E-Eeep. . ."
And he felt the earth shift. The snake moved in . . .

TBC: -sniffles sadly- Oh Kisa. . . Fair warning the next chap will be kinda angsty. But it does seem suspicious...BTW the courtship isn't over
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