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The Heart in My Hand	By : chayron Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 10
- 11
- 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings:
1. Yaoi (male x male). Ulquiorra x Ichigo and vice versa. Other pairings?
2. Ichigo – almost 19 years old; Ulquiorra – probably a few hundred as a Hollow and about a decade or so as an Arrancar?
3. Post anime (haven’t read the manga).
4. Alternate Universe.
5. I’m not a native speaker, thus expect various language oddities.
6. I’m not very familiar with all the details in the anime, and I am also new to Bleach fandom, so I will be straying away from the canon quite frequently. I do my research but Bleach is a vast universe that is not so easy to grasp. I must admit, though, that there are also things in the anime that don’t make sense to me and I take the liberty of recreating certain parts of this universe as I see fit.
The Heart in My Hand
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Ash
Part 11
Ulquiorra wandered around the prefecture until noon, then got bored and left the city in search of a calmer place, with less people and noise. The Human World was beautiful; the problem was Humans in it. Land, forests, rivers, seas, everything thrived, and everything was infested with Humans. They shaped things how they wanted, built their absurd buildings, roads, bridges, boats, planes to spread even further.
Standing on the roof of a beach café, Ulquiorra cast a look at the sea. He suddenly wished for a tsunami to come and wash the ridiculous constructions away. Then he thought that he was being unreasonable – what did he care about the Human World? He chuckled, remembering what Gin had once said about Humans – each of them was a walking can of tuna waiting to be opened, their soul to be eaten. When Gin told him this, he didn’t understand, and the former captain had to explain was a tuna can was.
He missed Gin.
It was a strange feeling. Somewhere in this vast Human World, Gin had been reborn. Searching for him was pointless, though; he neither looked the same nor remembered anything. He could have also been reborn as a female. Yet his spiritual energy had to be strong, since when he was killed, he had been at the peak of his strength. He could probably see Hollows, Shinigamis, and other spiritual beings. He was probably followed around by countless Hollows all the time. Or maybe they had already killed him and he was back in Soul Society. It was pointless to dwell on it.
Ulquiorra sat down at the edge of the roof, reminiscing. He decided to leave the seaside and stood up abruptly. The sudden change of position made his head spin, his eyesight flickered. He nearly lost his balance but managed to pull himself back and further away from the edge before he could plummet down.
With his back against the railing, Ulquiorra sat unmoving. He felt weak and there was an uncomfortable tension in his eyes. His vision was acquiring a particular tinge of yellow that was normally present in the second stage of his transformation. He was not surprised when his energy levels started fluctuating as well. This had already happened before, at night. It was a good thing Ichigo slept like a log.
Ulquiorra closed his eyes and concentrated on suppressing the imminent transformation. The instability was greater than before and it took him longer to harness his energy. He didn’t know how, but he could tell that he had to avoid transforming.
When the strange spell passed, the Arrancar stood up and looked around. He was hungry again. There was nothing of interest close to the sea, so he went deeper into the settlement where there were more Humans and was soon rewarded with the sight of a tiny Hollow following two very noisy boys. The blue and red Hollow was so weak that it didn’t even have a gender. It didn’t look tasty either, far from it. Grimacing, Ulquiorra thought about looking for something else. He was about to leave when he had a better idea.
“Hey, you.”
The small Hollow looked around cautiously. It froze at the sight of a Vasto Lorde hovering above it.
“Me?” it squeaked in fear. It would have bolted if it had the courage.
Ulquiorra nodded. “Yes, you.”
“How can I help you, oh, mightiest of the mighty…” the Hollow trailed off since it wasn’t certain what Ulquiorra was. “…Vasto Lordes? Arrancars?” it offered tentatively as its eyes fixed on Ulquiorra’s damaged mask.
Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. It seemed that the only thing this Hollow was good for was ass-kissing. He could already tell that it tasted like something rotten.
“Are there any other Hollows around?” Ulquiorra asked, motioning at the city in general. “Preferably ones bigger than you.”
The Hollow nodded quickly in confirmation. “Yes, yes! Two of them lurk near the trash containers in Apricot Street. It’s close to Garmart,” the Hollow supplied hurriedly when it realized Ulquiorra had no idea where Apricot Street was. “That way,” the Hollow motioned in hopes that the Arrancar would leave it alone.
Ulquiorra nodded in thanks. He thought about using a Cero, but a Cero took time to charge and the Hollow seemed like it was quick on its feet; he didn’t feel like chasing the repugnant creature around. So he drew his Zanpakuto and cut the little Hollow’s head off. It rolled over the asphalt and stopped when it hit the sidewalk. The smell was just as repulsive as he thought it would be.
Nobody liked a snitch.
Ulquiorra sheathed his Zanpakuto and left the Hollow lying on the asphalt. The two kids had already wandered off without noticing anything. Ulquiorra rose higher into the air, above the houses, and followed the directions he had received.
The little Hollow hadn’t lied. He soon spotted two Hollows feasting on something between two trash containers. When Ulquiorra approached them, it appeared to be a dead dog. The Arrancar frowned at their choice of food.
It took time for the two Hollows to notice that they were being targeted. When they did, one of them bolted into an adjacent alley and disappeared amongst the houses. Ulquiorra let him; he only needed one. He had already flash-stepped to the second one and raised his hand.
“Ulquiorra?”
“Mm?” the Arrancar wondered, his hand faltering in the air instead of delivering a fatal blow. He took a closer look at the Hollow. Quite a large black body, long arms and legs, clearly male with a green and yellow mask, from under which tufts of matted green hair were protruding.
“Everyone thinks you died,” the Hollow said.
Lowering his arm, Ulquiorra nodded. “I did.” He ignored the confused look on the Hollow’s face. “Have we met before?”
“Ehh… I used to take care of Las Noches, to make sure the first floor stayed free of sand. The name’s Amdogarez.”
“Ah.” Ulquiorra thought that he could remember a handful of Hollows running to and fro in the fortress. He stuck his hands in his pockets and descended to the ground completely. “How did you appear here?”
The Hollow’s eyes sparkled with cunning hope. “Grimmjow exiled us.” Just as he had expected, that caught the Arrancar’s attention.
“Oh?” Ulquiorra wondered. “So Jaegerjaquez’s survived. He’s always been resilient.”
“He’s proclaimed himself King of Hueco Mundo,” the Hollow spat indignantly. He waited for the Arrancar to react, but instead of anticipated anger and indignation, he could only see amusement on Ulquiorra’s face.
“Has he now? Well, seems quite fitting of him.”
“But you could easily defeat him and take the throne,” Amdogarez offered.
Ulquiorra shrugged. “Probably.” The throne was of no interest to him. Ruling over squabbling and fighting Hollows meant that there would not be a moment of peace. One would always have to threaten and keep watch on them just as Aizen had done. That would be annoying.
Ulquiorra looked at the Hollow’s hopeful face. He knew that Amdogarez was only trying to stall for time with this conversation and avert his attention to other things. However, despite the constant conflicts in the past with Grimmjow, Ulquiorra felt quite apathetic towards the other Arrancar. They had nothing to argue about anymore. Time was up.
And yet, something didn’t feel right. Ulquiorra thought about chasing down the Hollow that had disappeared somewhere amongst the houses. Ichigo was certainly rubbing off on him. Wondering where the other Hollow had gone, Ulquiorra turned towards the alley it had disappeared into and scanned the street before him. Without warning, Amdogarez slashed at him with his extended claws. Ulquiorra was just in time to raise his arm and shield his head.
The Arrancar turned to stare at the Hollow. Amdogarez withdrew his claws from Ulquiorra’s bleeding arm. The claws had easily passed through the sleeve that was now in tatters. The skin was cut to the bone and the Arrancar’s raised arm drooped limply, blood dripping down onto the white clothing, spreading into large red patterns.
There was fear in the Hollow’s eyes as he passively awaited his deathly predicament. The next moment, he was flattened onto the asphalt, Ulquiorra’s reiatsu pressing him down, making him scream in pain. Wheezing, he stared up at Ulquiorra through bloodshot eyes. He couldn’t even think through the pain and just watched as the Arrancar came even closer and raised a foot over his face.
The mask under his boot made a satisfying crunch and Ulquiorra took his foot off the Hollow’s head. He was already dead. Ulquiorra lifted his left arm to take a look at the deep cuts. The muscles and skin were already regenerating, knitting back together. With a snort, Ulquiorra lowered his now useless arm back to his side. With his other arm, he grabbed the dead Hollow and hauled him up. He hoisted the body over his shoulder and headed to the Kurosakis’.
It only took a moment of weakness and he had nearly lost his arm. How was Ichigo still alive? Wondering, Ulquiorra shook his head.
ooOoOoOoo
At the sight of Rukia in the kitchen, Ichigo lowered his bag to the floor. He looked at Yuzu, who was bustling near the stove, preparing dinner, then cast a look at Karin, who was washing carrots in the sink. They could’ve warned him. At least Ulquiorra was out of the house. He couldn’t feel the Arrancar’s familiar energy anywhere.
“Ah, hello,” the red-head said, trying to sound enthusiastic. He was saved the awkwardness by Kon, who suddenly shot out of the bag and launched himself towards Rukia, his plushy legs spinning fast like a windmill. His attempt to reach the Eden of Breasts with a spectacular jump was interrupted by a rather ungraceful backhand hit. He sailed through the air and fell behind the sofa with a thump.
“Yes, yes, nice to see you, too,” Rukia muttered, ignoring the whining from behind the sofa. She turned to Ichigo and motioned for him to sit next to her. “I’ve got some information we thought you needed to know.”
“Has Kana revealed anything?” Ichigo asked.
Rukia nodded. “Most of it. It appears that the members of Xcution that we knew have nothing to do with this attack. Kana and three other people held Xcution membership as well, but were passive, having moved to different cities or countries. Kana… Get off,” she said, brushing Kon off her lap. “Stop climbing on me or I’ll do you with the laundry.”
“Do me…” Kon giggled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Oh, for gods’ sakes,” Rukia said with a grunt. She grabbed Kon by the ear, stood up, and left the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later and sat down on the sofa again. “Where was I? Ah, right. So Kana returned to Naruki city half a year ago and found out what happened. She spread the word, and, after gathering information from the other members and a short investigation, they came up with a plan that was supposed to both give them more power and avenge their dead members.”
Ichigo nodded. “It didn’t exactly go as they planned, though.”
“Yes, luckily you were there on time.”
“So where’s that fourth person?” Ichigo asked.
“He fled after the unsuccessful attack. We’re still looking for him. His name is Akira Kawaguchi.” Rukia nodded at the questioning look Ichigo was giving her. “Yes, normally, Shinigami don’t interfere with Human affairs, but we’ve already had contact with Xcution as an organization. Besides, each of them have remains of Hollow reiatsu and must be brought under control.”
“I see. Any idea as to where he might be hiding?”
“We’ve checked the places Kana mentioned, but had no luck. We’ll just keep watch on them in case he appears. Meanwhile, try to be careful.”
Ichigo nodded.
“I wonder why Chad didn’t warn you, though,” Rukia said.
“I doubt he keeps contact with them after what happened. I was gonna call him today to ask him if he knows anything.” The pleasant smell wafting from the stove was distracting Ichigo. He was hungry and the food was almost done.
“How’s your father?”
“I haven’t seen him today. He was perfectly fine yesterday, though. Why?”
“Just asking.”
It was normal to ask, she asked about Isshin frequently, but this time it wasn’t just that; Ichigo could tell from her rather abrupt tone. Wondering what it was about, Ichigo inhaled the aroma of cooking rice and frying meat. Then he froze, his eyes widening. Ulquiorra was coming back from wherever he had gone to. His energy was barely felt, just a tiny streak in the vast forest of others.
“Um… Is that everything you wanted to tell me?” Ichigo asked Rukia.
“Mm? Yes, I think so.”
“Right… Thanks.” He couldn’t tell Rukia to leave – that would just seem strange and suspicious. Ichigo stood up. “I’m gonna go change my clothes.” He left Rukia sitting on the sofa and went to his room, grabbing his bag on his way out of the kitchen. Ulquiorra’s reiatsu was clearly felt now. Why wasn’t he suppressing it? With a troubled groan, Ichigo grabbed his Substitute Shinigami Badge and left his body. Gods only knew what would happen if Ulquiorra and Rukia faced each other. Hoping he could convince Rukia to leave, Ichigo rushed back downstairs. Maybe she hadn’t felt Ulquiorra’s reiatsu yet and he would be able to drown it out. Ichigo grunted. Who was he kidding? Ulquiorra’s energy could be felt from anywhere in town. He would have to talk to Ulquiorra about flaunting his reiatsu like that.
The red-head entered the kitchen at about the same time as Ulquiorra. Ichigo stared at the Arrancar, who had just passed through the wall and was now crossing the living room. Noticing their guest, Ulquiorra stopped and nodded at the Shinigami. Then, paying Rukia no further attention, he continued towards the fridge.
“Uh,” Ichigo grunted in bewilderment at both the lack of Ulquiorra’s reaction and his chaotic appearance. “What the hell happened to you?”
Ulquiorra gave him a questioning look.
“You’re covered in blood!” Ichigo said, pointing at his slashed sleeve and hakama, which was covered in curdled brown spots and stains. “And what’s wrong with your arm? And why are you walking through the walls? Don’t walk through the walls! It’s creepy!”
“Did you get the cat?” Ulquiorra asked him. He passed Yuzu and opened the fridge.
“Not yet, first we’ll go and see which one we want to pick up.” Ichigo waved his hands irritably. “That’s not the point! What happened to you?”
“My lunch was being naughty.” Amused, Ulquiorra watched Ichigo’s face scrunch into a frown. He realized that he liked bewildering Ichigo just as much as he liked teasing him. “Never mind that,” Ulquiorra said. “I think you’ve got some explaining to do.” He nodded his head towards Rukia, who was standing now, staring at the back of Ichigo’s head.
Slowly, Ichigo turned his head to meet her gaze. “That’s Ulquiorra… And …”
“I know who he is,” Rukia said. “He’s on the wanted list. Or was. I’m not sure. He’s supposed to be dead.”
“Umm, yes, about that…”
“Ichigo, did you seriously think no one would find out that you’ve got an Arrancar living with you?”
“Hmm…”
“What in the world are you thinking?” Rukia snapped. “It’s an Arrancar! That’s not what I expected to find when I was sent here to make sure nothing happened to you or your sisters while we were looking for Kawaguchi. I saw him,” she pointed at Ulquiorra, “leave with you in the morning. Were it anyone else, the two of you would have already been reported.”
“Were it anyone else, you’d already be out of existence,” Ulquiorra remarked drily while arranging the plates he had pulled out of the fridge. “I could sense you all over the place.”
“Are you threatening me?” Rukia hissed.
“I’m not. Just stop following me around.”
“I wasn’t following you around!” Rukia told him. “I was following Yuzu and Karin.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Yuzu said. “I think we’re safe enough with Ulquiorra seeing us to and from school.”
Rukia looked at her, opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it. Instead, she turned to Ichigo. “You’re rubbing off on them. They believe they’re safe with an Arrancar. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And I’ve lived for quite a long time.”
“You’re dead,” Ichigo pointed out. “And have been for quite a long time.”
“It’s not stupid!” Yuzu protested. “He protected us from those two yesterday!”
Rukia’s eyes travelled to Ulquiorra, who had set the plates on the table and sat down. Broken mask, bloody clothes. Not inspiring any trust whatsoever. At least now it was clear why the residual reiatsu from yesterday had felt so strange and different from Ichigo’s.
“Why didn’t you just come in while we were having breakfast?” Ichigo asked.
Rukia grunted. “What for? I didn’t expect to find an Arrancar in your house. He probably even stays in your room.”
Ichigo wondered why it was taking such a long time for dinner to be ready. Silently, he stared at the stove, pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Rukia slapped her forehead. “Are you an idiot? Do you realize how dangerous he is? If Urahara finds out, you…” She trailed off at the look on Ichigo’s face. “No way. He already knows, doesn’t he?” She face-palmed again.
“Hey, you’re really good at this,” Ichigo complimented.
“Shut up.” Rubbing at her temples to help avoid an oncoming headache, she leaned back into the sofa and sighed. “I should’ve known.”
A few minutes later, dinner was ready. Just as they were sitting down at the table, Isshin came out of the clinic. He took off his white coat and took a seat as well. He still had two hours of watch, but the family had a tradition of eating dinner together when he was available.
Rukia watched them eat from the sofa. It was, just as always, idyllic. Even an Arrancar with bloody clothes and a damaged mask hardly disturbed the tranquil feeling. She wondered why no one had told Ulquiorra to change. Then she realized that he only had two options: to find some spiritual water and wash it or just discard his current clothing and summon new ones. Both required him to get naked.
Ulquiorra was having trouble eating. His upper left arm was wobbly and the steak kept resisting his knife. At one point it nearly flew out of the plate. Both alarmed and amazed, Rukia watched Yuzu lose her patience and pull Ulquiorra’s plate to herself. She took his knife and fork and started cutting the meat to pieces. Ulquiorra looked as much annoyed as content. It was a strange combination.
“Thank you,” he said when Yuzu pushed the plate back to him and passed back his knife and fork.
“Get him a watch,” Isshin told Ichigo.
Chewing on his rice, the red-head gave his father a questioning look.
“He never knows what time it is,” Isshin explained. “He keeps checking the clock.” He motioned to the clock above the door. “And he picked up the girls late.”
“Do you want a watch?” Ichigo asked Ulquiorra.
The Arrancar thought for a moment then nodded. Being restricted by time was annoying, but he kept turning up late. First, he was late to wake the former captain, then he was late to pick up Ichigo’s sisters. At least the girls had enough sense to wait for him and not to go anywhere alone.
“We’ll have to go to Kisuke’s for that,” Ichigo said. “I hope he has something to offer; a normal watch will just look like it’s floating in the air.”
The doorbell rang and Karin went to open the door. She returned with Orihime in tow. Just like her friends, Orihime was bewildered at the sight of Ulquiorra’s tattered sleeve and bloodied clothing. She quickly lowered the bag she had been carrying onto the sideboard cabinet and approached Ulquiorra. Without warning, she unpinned her hair clips from her collar. Ulquiorra’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, making her start. On the sofa, Rukia leaned forward in alarm, ready to act.
“It’s just a scratch,” the Arrancar said. “It will heal in a few hours.”
“But…”
“His high-speed regeneration will take care of it,” Isshin said, noting that Ulquiorra didn’t look like going into discussions concerning this.
“Really,” Ichigo said, “she could heal it in a few minutes.”
Ulquiorra turned to him. “I wasn’t aware we were holding a competition,” he said, still not letting go of Orihime’s wrist.
“A man pays no attention to scratches like those,” Isshin stated proudly.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “He can’t even hold a fork, much less use it.”
“Just leave their festering male egos alone,” Karin told Orihime. “Let them stay cripple and proud.”
Orihime hummed dubiously and tried to free her wrist. Seeing that she had no intention of touching him anymore, Ulquiorra let go. Orihime pinned her hair clips back to her collar. She went to get the bag she had brought from the sideboard cabinet and took out five buns.
“At least take these,” she said, pilling them up next to Ulquiorra’s plate.
She sounded upset, and Ichigo cleared his throat, frantically trying to think of a way to improve the situation.
“We’ve decided to get a cat,” Karin said, saving her brother the trouble.
Isshin pursed his lips. “You have?”
“A cat?” Rukia asked. “Why a cat?”
Orihime and Isshin stared at Karin. Then Isshin glanced at the Arrancar, who shrugged. Ulquiorra could see why Isshin was hesitating. Most animals could sense spiritual presence while cats could not only sense, but also see it. While hunting and wandering around during the past two days, Ulquiorra had seen a few cats. They all ran away from him as soon as they sensed or saw him. Keeping in mind that the Kurosakis’ house was frequently visited by spiritual beings, not to mention inhabited by some, keeping a cat was probably not a very sensible decision.
“Well, if it’s a kitten…” Isshin finally said, urged on by his daughters’ hopeful faces.
Yuzu nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Ichigo said that it’s a kitten.”
“Ah, Ichigo?” Isshin turned his head to stare at his son, who gave him an innocent look. He tuned back to his daughters. “But you’ll have to take care of it properly.”
“Of course we will,” Karin said indignantly. “It’s not like we’re five-year-olds.”
Ulquiorra watched Isshin mellow out completely. A few years, or even days ago, he wouldn’t have been able to imagine that the former Shinigami captain could be like this. It was an interesting phenomenon. He would probably do anything his children asked of him. He created the impression of a disregarded fool. Ulquiorra wondered about that for a few moments. He didn’t understand much about parent-child relationships. There were hardly any families in Hueco Mundo and very few offspring. Some Hollows raised and protected their young while most just left them to fend for themselves soon after they were born. The majority didn’t survive, but if they did, it was either thanks to sheer luck or their cunningness, or both. However, no matter how Hollows were raised, in the end, they could just as easily kill and eat their parents as any other weaker Hollow.
For that reason, Ulquiorra felt that the scene before him was foolish. Nonetheless, to his surprise, he could understand why it wasn’t. This discovery made Ulquiorra feel strange and he looked at his right hand. Thoughtfully, he twirled the knife. Isshin’s children would do anything he asked of them, too. This accommodating trust went both ways. He had seen how worried Ichigo had been about Isshin’s return. It did seem foolish, but there was something nostalgic about it.
“Why aren’t you eating them?” Orihime asked.
Ulquiorra eyed the deliciously looking pastries on the table, then at the few pieces of steak on his plate. “I think I’m full for now. Thank you.” Then he realized that he felt guilty.
Secretly, Ichigo gave him thumbs up and Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. Why didn’t they just tell her that he couldn’t eat them? This was starting to annoy him.
The rest of the dinner passed discussing what a kitten might need. It was agreed that Karin and Yuzu would go shopping tomorrow to get cat supplies while Ichigo was instructed to arrange a meeting with Fumiko and her kittens. After everyone finished eating, they started cleaning off the table and washing the dishes. Isshin returned to the clinic, while Rukia said that she had to return to Seireitei.
She noticed Ichigo looking at her from across the kitchen. “No, I won’t tell anyone,” she said. “Make sure I don’t have to,” she added.
Ichigo nodded. “Of course.” He turned to Ulquiorra, who was watching them with an apathetic look, as if this didn’t concern him. “You hear that?”
“I think I’m having hearing problems again,” the Arrancar notified him stubbornly. “So how about that watch? Should I just go to Urahara?”
“Um,” Ichigo said, unsure. When he had suggested it, he had in mind that the two of them would go together. On the other hand, it wasn’t a problem - Ulquiorra was already wandering all over the town. “Yeah,” he agreed, “you should get going now, before it gets too late.” Orihime was walking out of the kitchen and he followed her.
“Where’s Kon?” she asked while putting her shoes on. “I haven’t seen him today.”
“Oh,” Ichigo said, remembering. “He was being touchy-feely with Rukia, so she carried him off somewhere.” He saw Orihime frown, but didn’t feel guilty in the least. He left Orihime tying her shoelaces and went to the second floor. He checked his and his sisters’ rooms, but there was no sight of Kon.
The red-head had a hunch that Kon had ended up in the laundry basket again. Instead, he found the Modified Soul in the washing machine, behind the glass door. He was submerged in soapy water up to his neck and was beating on the locked door with his wet plushy paws. Then the tumbling began and his indignant shouts and pleas were drowned out by spinning.
Ichigo wasn’t cruel by nature, but he could enjoy justice when it was served right. He backed away from the washing machine and turned the lights off. Let someone else rescue him.
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