Consort To The Three Kings | By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Wow, it took me forever to sort out the plot for this fic. I apologize that it's so late but I've been very busy and have finally found my inspiration to continue this until it's finished. I've shortened the plot it so that it doesn't drag on forever. Although there is a sequel planned as the ending will be fairly open, so please do not despair.
For this part of Consort To The Three Kings, there is only about 3-4 chapters left before I'm starting the sequel. More details on that will be given closer to the time. I know there is a lot happening in this chapter, and the ending is once again caught on a cliffhanger but I simply couldn't have added anymore into it. This is after all the part of the story where everything comes together before we get to the conclusion.
I already hate myself for hurting Ichigo, so sorry about that but don't forget; this is a plot heavy fic despite the lemons that have ruled for the past few chapters. Alright, I don't want to give everything away so I'll stop talking. Just a last little note from me before I turn over the new chapter:
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Okay, I think I've said what I wanted to say. Thank you to those who reviewed the previous chapter, I'm very grateful to you and hope you enjoy this chapter. Hopefully chapter 12 won't take so long to get out as chapter 11 did. I apologize for the long wait.
Chapter 11: A Poisoned Existence
An all consuming silence ruled over the recesses of Hueco Mundo's large Throne Room; the lingering atmosphere becoming so thick and overwhelmed with unspoken tension that a stray orange haired consort was finding it very difficult to breathe without feeling a flutter of trepidation settling deeply within the pit of his stomach. Sharp golden eyes were boring into the very depths of his soul; seeking to dismantle his emotions and uncertain movements in search of the truth that was present in the words which had just escaped Ichigo's lips in a breathless tumble of distress. The edges of a menacing black and white Hollow mask; which had been forming steadily over the last few seconds, had already taken a very familiar shape across a quarter of the Dark King's face and left eye. Presenting a heady inverted reflection to the mask that Ichigo wore himself when he called upon its power to protect those he loved.
Several seconds later though, a deafening crack resounded throughout the throne room before it began to evaporate into little specks of white and a brush of dark reiatsu enveloped Ichigo in a stifling push of overwhelming power. He was still breathing shakily from the aftershocks of his previous climax; shuddering deeply as the exhalation of a confused sigh, which had left Hichigo's parted lips in a rush, brushed humidly across the orangette's cheeks mere seconds before strong arms curled possessively around his waist and the white haired King shifted in his throne to lay his head back against it in thought. Ichigo could literally feel his own heart racing a painful tattoo against his chest, his limbs still sluggish from the lingering bliss he had been granted as he was forced to realize he would be screwed either way if Hichigo truly lost his temper now.
Nothing could help him...
He could barely even form a coherent thought to truly explain his previous disconcerting words; never mind protect himself against a ragging being that was probably way stronger than his hastily learned and unstable powers. It was with this alone that Ichigo's unsettled incoherency and emotions showed; the orangette catching sight of a deep frown furrowing the First King's white brow as Hichigo's elegant black nailed fingertips dug distressingly into the armrests of his throne with a brush of rage. And the one hand which Ichigo had tugged towards his chest, to lay a pale palm against his heart to sooth away his beloved's anger, gripped harshly at the fabric of the black kosode Ichigo had chosen to wear that morning instead of the usual white. Leaving the teen at a loss for what to do; Ichigo eventually sat up a little straighter as he straddled his King's lap reassuringly instead. His palm cupping a pale cheek in his hand gently as he pressed, what he hoped to be, a comforting kiss to the white haired King's scowling forehead as well.
'Right...I'm sorry, Ichigo.' Hichigo said after several long minutes of tensed silence, leaning upwards into the tender caress of peppering kisses that rained down upon his pale features when Ichigo dutifully sought to comfort the Mei-Ou's unsettled emotions and shaken heart with insatiable brushes of needy affection. 'Could you perhaps repeat that? I think I may have heard you wrong or you just completely shattered my mind.' An exasperated sigh spilled past strawberry red lips; Ichigo averting embarrassed chocolate brown eyes from Hichigo's intense gaze as he shifted uncomfortably in the older being's lap. A muffled groan left the depths of his throat unbidden of his permission when the orangette was abruptly reminded of the vibrator that Hichigo had left inside of him; especially as it became an uncomfortable press of painful pleasure to his already hyper sensitive form.
He couldn't even spare it much thought at the moment though, it was much more important that he stopped the unsettled tension that was brewing between the two of them so irrevocably as Ichigo tried desperately to rearrange his explaining words into something that sounded a little more plausible than: 'I have an older version of myself living in my soul'. That had seriously not come out right, but thinking clearly right now was not easy especially when he knew, however he articulated this explanation, it was going to sound insane all the way. So with a lingering breath of unease, chocolate brown eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forward to press his forehead against Hichigo's soothingly and carded elegant fingertips through the long, hip length white hair that summoning his Hollow mask earlier had gifted the white haired King with instead.
It was so soft, like pure silk as it slid through the gaps in between Ichigo's fingertips, the orangette letting out a loving purr at the comforting sensations it created. He even eagerly allowed Hichigo's scent to curl protectively around his form when he breathed deeply several times to regain some of his lost thoughts. Forcing himself into a more coherent state when Ichigo realized, even with the danger of the situation upsetting him, he felt far too comfortable to move from where he was straddling his lover's lap. And when Hichigo brought one of his thighs upwards; a foot resting against the edge of the throne to slip a thigh between Ichigo's kneeling legs, the orangette briefly passed his lips over a pale pair that parted under his touch before he rested his head against a warm shoulder. Nuzzling a pale neck apologetically to settle the anger he had unknowingly caused in his lover's soul, Ichigo prepared himself for the most paradoxical explanation he had was ever going to give in his life.
'I really don't know how to explain this to you, Hichi.' Ichigo said softly, feeling the emotionally draining events from the last few days catching up to him as he leaned into the pale fingertips that carded through his hair soothingly now, despite the anger the First King must have been feeling towards him. 'I'll sound crazy when I say it, no matter how well the explanation is that I give. I wasn't lying to you; the 'he' that I was referring to is actually a form of my previous self. The me that was alive two hundred years ago...he's still a part of my soul.' Ichigo whispered sincerely, eyelids clenching shut under the brush of deep, burning, emotion that was rushing through his veins at an intensity he hadn't felt before. It was a deeply painful sorrow that only grew more overwhelming everytime he thought of his past self now. Where speaking about it out loud, only made it that much worse when it brought forth a heady rush of pained memories Ichigo had lived through and all those that he knew were still to come.
'Please believe me when I say that he's only a comforting presence to me; he's there with me when I'm forced to live through 'his' memories that are sealed away behind reiatsu blocks. The older Ichigo protects me from the pain of knowing too much too quickly and he keeps me from losing control. He's my doppelganger, Hichigo, perhaps only two years older that I am. He's more of a reflection of the three of you than I am to you; he's just a bit taller and his hair, it's like mine is now. He also has Tensa Zangetsu's changed form by his side, the form that he takes in the Saigo Getsuga. I'm sorry if my words upset you, beloved. It's just that he likes to tease me. I kind of made him moan the other day by touching a sensitive spot and he told me that you always told him the he could sing well. And then he said that he likes to make me blush because it's a delight for him to―.' Ichigo was forced to trail off abruptly when two black nailed fingertips pressed against each corner of his mouth to silence his rush of words.
'Shush for a moment, King. You're rambling.' A rumbling baritone implored huskily and chocolate brown eyes blinked open owlishly at the words, trembling softly as Hichigo lifted Ichigo's head from where it had been nestled against a warm shoulder so that the older being could press his lips against Ichigo's reassuringly. The orange haired consort frowned softly however as he observed a glaze of lust staining those previously angered golden eyes; a hitched breath rushing across his lips when a warm nose rubbed playfully against his own and sharp golden eyes fluttered shut behind pale eyelids. Hichigo's breaths were fairly uneven as he shifted beneath Ichigo, seeming to force himself into a more calmed state with an immense display of self-control Ichigo had not yet glimpsed before now.
'Damn it, Ichigo. There's no need to say so much, or to go into such loving detail. I understood you the first time you said "the 'he' that I was referring to is actually a form of my previous self". I've learned not to question the impossible things that happen around you, King. It comes with the territory, I know that intimately. It's just shocking to imagine that there are two of you that can talk, interact and touch each other in the depths of your mind. Do you have any idea how arousing that sounds to me? Or how jealous it makes me that I cannot see it for myself? For heaven's sake King, please, you have got to watch what you say around us. I know that you are not aware of it, but we've been living without you for two hundred years. That's two hundred years of pain, loneliness and impossible sexual frustration that could not be settled outside of the three of us because we would never betray your soul.'
'Every little thing you do is going to arouse us, every unconscious word or touch of affection...it's like finally finding peace and comfort for the insatiable need we have to possess you heart and soul. If you understand even a little, please, try to be a bit more careful in your words.' The slightly pleading tone that had crept into Hichigo's voice caused the orange haired teen's thoughts to reel in his mind as he desperately tried to keep a dark flush from staining his cheeks. His nose once again buried in a white kosode to hide his heady embarrassment; Ichigo's body shivered softly when strong arms wound securely around his shoulders and he laid his ear against the steady beat of a heart as he tried to still his uncertain reaction to those pleading words. He had no idea he had been doing that, or that he was so selfish to not see the suffering he could put his Kings through when he didn't think or pay attention before he did something.
'I'm sorry...I didn't mean to―.' Warm lips pressing against the top of his head silenced Ichigo's words before a soft sigh ruffled semi-long orange locks several seconds later apologetically.
'I know you didn't, King. I'm not angry anymore so you don't have to apologize or feel guilty. Just be careful next time, we're naturally possessive of you because you are the centre of our entire being. Hearing that someone besides us 'teased' you is enough to ignite a ragging jealousy that cannot be contained in any of our souls. Whatever you do, King, don't ever mention this in front of Ryuu. He's much worse than me and Ichiru about things like this. Mind you, don't tell Ichiru either. God knows what his perverted mind will come up with if you leave him alone for long enough.' Hichigo noted with a devious smirk, a forefinger and thumb tugging playfully at the splay of messy orange locks that trailed down the back of Ichigo's neck.
'But for now Ichi, can you keep quiet for a bit? I just want to hold onto you for a little longer before I have to get back to work.' Ichigo nodded dazedly, not sure what to make of those warnings before the previous contentment that Hichigo had granted him, once again swirled warmly through his soul and he happily listened to the steady beat of his King's heart. It was so calming, so soothing and comforting that Ichigo lost track of time as he merely allowed his mind to drift through a darkened haze of sheer satisfaction. He smiled softly to himself, eyes drifting shut as he soon became aware of the white haired King drifting off to sleep below him, warm lips still pressed affectionately to the top of Ichigo's head as rhythmic breaths rustled through orange locks teasingly. Ichigo was soon looking to follow Hichigo for a short doze as well, needing to rest the breathless pleasure and unsettled anxiety that had nearly overwhelmed him completely a few minutes earlier.
He was stopped however when he shifted in his perch several long minutes later, trying to make himself more comfortable in the cramped position when his movement shifted that damn toy deeper inside of him. A hitched moan lodged itself headily in the back of his throat, Ichigo cursing freely at the sensations it was chasing hotly through his blood as he tried to squirm his way out of Hichigo's tightened embrace. Fuck! He had forgotten about that, but it was once more making itself known against his wavering consciousness. A burning fire of need was beginning to saturate his veins again as Ichigo gripped harshly at the fabric of a white kosode. It was just bordering on arousing him into needing more as the orangette breathed shakily through his emotions. He still couldn't believe that Hichigo had left it inside of him...or the insane pleasure that it had gifted him a while ago.
'S-shit! Hichi...Hichigo...' Ichigo whined softly, trying to control his climbing arousal when the Dark King suddenly jerked awake beneath him. Those arms tightening around Ichigo's waist instinctively as the tip of a nose nuzzled the crown of Ichigo's head several times as if to burn the consort's lingering scent into the Mei-Ou's mind.
'Wha? What's wrong, King? Do you want to leave?' Ichigo shook his head softly in the negative as he pulled one of those hands resting against the small of his back towards the hem of his black hakama. Chocolate brown eyes were gazing pleadingly into dazed golden orbs that were frowning through his actions but seemed otherwise unaffected by them. Ichigo clenched his eyes shut in exasperation as he tried desperately to control the darkened flush that was threatening to burn across his cheeks, to cease the unsettled warmth that was streaking pleasurably across the surface of his skin with every exhale that spilled past Hichigo's parted lips to brush his cheeks teasingly.
'I'm not trying to sound seductive or anything, but c-can you take it out, please? The toy, it's becoming uncomfortable.' Ichigo whimpered softly, shuddering at the feeling of a warm palm lying across his cheek and a soft sigh rushed against his neck when lips briefly pressed against his sensitive flesh to comfort his unease.
'Alright, just hold on a minute. This might feel a bit strange.' Hichigo cautioned as gentle fingers slipped beneath the hem of a black hakama and reached for the black string that was attached to the end of the vibrator. 'I was going to leave a little present for Ryuu to find later, but he would probably have been pissed at me for taking advantage of you. Relax yourself though, King. You may not like this.' Hichigo purred teasingly and Ichigo trembled uncertainly against the pulling sensation, back arching with a reverberating groan at the odd burn it scraped against his insides and the needy emptiness it left behind when the toy was finally dislodged and the white haired King placed it back in its decorated box carefully. The orangette was breathing heavily through his nose, attempting to lock away the strangely pleasant sensation it had created through the depths of his soul and the insatiable knot it had tied irrevocably in the pit of his stomach.
'Such a good boy; I love you, King.' Hichigo praised tenderly and Ichigo flushed softly, leaning into the warm caress as he was turned around so that his back could rest against a strong chest and a warm chin brushed against his shoulder comfortingly. Strong arms were curled possessively around his waist, keeping him wrapped up in and all consuming embrace for several moments longer. 'You should probably go get something to eat. You haven't been past the kitchens yet, right?' At Ichigo's reluctant nod, the First King hummed thoughtfully as he pushed the orangette to his feet and helped to resettle black hakama around a thin waist and retied a skewed white sash. Both Ichigo and Hichigo were startled however, when a resounding knock spilled into the throne room from the other side of the closed doors.
The closed doors that no one was allowed to enter when Hichigo was alone with his Ichigo...
...
There was a hushed silence several long seconds later before Ichigo was startled at the annoyed 'tch' that echoed into the atmosphere, Hichigo forcing himself to stand from his throne as a deep frown of sheer annoyance furrowed his brow and he yelled a clipped 'Enter!'. Ruffling elegant black nailed fingertips through long strands of white to settle them back in their place, Hichigo eventually settled himself back on his throne lazily as sharp golden eyes observed the large double doors being pushed open by a strong presence. Ichigo was struggling to see through the darkness that the eternal night spilled into the room, the artificial lights having been switched off earlier after Hichigo's uncontrollable rage. But the orangette was sure that he could see a flicker of black and sharp cat-like emerald green eyes as the light from the outside hallway ignited the presence of their unusual visitor from behind and silvery moonlight skittered across pale skin.
'I apologize for disturbing you, Hichigo-sama. But we have a serious situation.' An emotionless fourth Espada noted gravely; stepping attentively into the darkened throne room with uncertain steps as Ichigo frowned abruptly at the curious words that drifted past his awareness. He had just settled Zangetsu's familiar weight across his back once again, turning in askance towards Hichigo who was glaring deeply into sharp emerald eyes from the raised dais of his throne before he turned towards Ichigo briefly with a disappointed shrug. Hichigo abruptly called the orangette over to him for a chaste kiss to soft lips though, a sly tongue swiping across a warm cheek before he ruffled his fingertips through messy orange locks affectionately. Sweet whispered words of endearment drifting past pale lips to chase a brush of warm contentment across Ichigo's heart when Hichigo spoke softly against the shell of his ear.
'Sorry, King, but duty calls. Can you find Starrk on your own?' Hichigo asked sadly and Ichigo frowned at the press of emotion in the First King's voice but nodded anyways; going over his appearance one last time to make sure he didn't look as sensually dishevelled as he felt at that moment in time. 'Good, ask him to take you down to the kitchens. Also, be nice to Shunsui when you see him. You haven't met him yet but he was very concerned when you collapsed yesterday.' With a last lingering goodbye, Ichigo knew his presence was no longer needed as the white haired King's fingertips brushed against his cheek tenderly one last time before Ichigo jumped the long distance from the raised dais towards the large doors in a burst of sonido. Disappearing into the harshly lighted hallways of Las Noches, the consort allowed his senses to reach out in search of the first Espada's presence that was fast becoming familiar to him.
Leaving behind the First King of Hueco Mundo and his fourth Espada to discuss whatever the 'situation' was, Ichigo tried not to let Hichigo's abrupt dismissal get to him. A stray palm coming up to rub irritably across tired chocolate brown eyes; Ichigo's surprisingly steady footsteps lead him deeper and deeper into the complex hallways of Hueco Mundo's palace with only the burning flicker of the Primera Espada's steady reiatsu to guide him forward. It wasn't working so well as following Hichigo's powerful reiatsu to the Throne Room earlier that morning had. The orangette was finding that he had to concentrate a lot more to not lose his way in the vastness that made up his Three King's home. But it wasn't truly helping him at all either; his reiatsu senses were still fairly unstable and undeveloped. No, Ichigo was sure that he had gotten lost several times by now and was busy venturing into parts of Las Noches he had not yet seen before or he was not sure he was allowed to enter unknowingly.
Sometime after that, assured that more than an hour had passed since he had left the Throne Room behind, Ichigo still had no success in finding the elusive, lazy brown haired Espada. He was merely wandering aimlessly throughout the twisting labyrinth of hallways now, his mind drifting in and out of a thoughtful daze as Ichigo went over the anxiety and pleasurable rush of events that had happened to him through the course of that morning without really paying attention to his surroundings or the other Arrancar he passed along the way. Hichigo had displayed a fairly mild and puzzling reaction to the existence of Ichigo's 'past self'; showing a rising interest more than the anger or screaming insanity that the orangette had been afraid he would have been accused of.
It was still a deeply puzzling problem for Ichigo however.
Because no matter how much Older Ichigo told him that they were the same person, it still didn't feel like that to Ichigo completely. To the orange haired teen, his doppelganger was almost like a second soul inside of him. The one that was more powerful than him, more assured of himself, more confident in his actions and on some level, Ichigo really believed that Older Ichigo was the part of his soul that truly deserved to stand beside his Three Kings sides more than the orangette did. Ichigo knew next to nothing about his past after all...knew nothing about all the pain his doppelganger must have lived through and all the happiness that he must have shared with their beloveds. It just made him feel like an outsider as he thought about it now, someone that was imposing on 'that' part of his doppelganger's existence and left the orange haired consort to experience an overwhelming sense of incompleteness.
Did he really have a right to be where he was at the moment? To stay beside Ryuu, Ichiru and Hichigo? Or was he simply fooling them and himself into believing that he was their true Ichigo from two hundred years ago? This was what had been unsettling him since he had first awoken that morning, Ichigo thought sadly. What had been swirling in the depths of his heart for a long time now. And it was disconcerting; leaving a lingering brush of sorrow to ignite across the depths of a beating heart despite the pleasure Hichigo had granted him earlier or the reassuring pulse of all his beloveds that were tied so irrevocably to his soul. Ichigo's mind was focused on something else entirely today; drifting into uncharted territories of darkness as he, for the first time, mulled over the presence of his past self in the depths of his consciousness.
It must have been painful for Older Ichigo too, the orangette thought sadly. Being locked away in the depths of Ichigo's mind where no one could reach him but the one he was forced to give his 'past' to and gift his rightful power to as well. Ichigo was clearly upset by the thought of letting him suffer like that; so it was no wonder his scruffy orange haired doppelganger seemed so sad whenever their identical chocolate brown orbs would meet, no wonder the brush of deep sorrow his younger self felt whenever he realized those beautiful brown orbs would stay like that for eternity. And he was always the first one to offer such gentle comfort, such soothing conciliations that Ichigo knew his past self deserved more than being locked away in the depths of his mind, protecting him from the rush of his past memories and lending him control and comfort whenever Ichigo needed it so desperately.
It was heartbreaking to think of it like that and Ichigo knew that he was pushing himself even further into a despaired state as he leaned tiredly against the hallway wall behind him, chocolate brown eyes drifting shut as a soft sigh spilled tiredly from his lips and he forced the drifting, despairing, thoughts into the back of his mind. It would probably not do him any good to think about things in such excruciating detail when he didn't have his doppelganger to tell him his own side of the story. So locking away the concerns and upsets of his heart seemed like a better idea as Ichigo once more stretched out his senses in search of the lazy Primera Espada's reiatsu. A small sigh of relief finally tumbled past his lips when he recognized the older being's presence that seemed much closer than it had earlier, in fact Ichigo was sure that if he rounded the next corner he would finally find the older Espada―.
'Thank god! I thought I was never going to get out of this place!' A sudden yelling voice grated irritably against Ichigo's thoughts, the orangette whirling around in surprise as a pair of unfamiliar arms were thrown around his shoulders and the heady scent of blood flooded the air around him. The orangette stiffened instinctively in defence when chocolate brown eyes caught sight of a black shihakusho clad form; someone clinging onto him desperately in relief as blood began to stain Ichigo's clothes in wet patches, smeared sickly across tanned skin and an unfamiliar but weak reiatsu pulsed distressingly against his own. 'Shit! We need to move. To get out of here. They'll find us soon! I'm sure the captain has left the gate open west of Las Noches.' Ichigo, who had been caught up in an unfamiliar situation, pushed desperately against the being clinging to him; trying to shove the interloper away from him violently but the smaller and weaker male seemed to cling to him fairly desperately.
'LET ME GO, DAMN IT! I'm not your fucking ally so get your hands off of me―!' Ichigo roared in ragging fury once the situation began to register within his mind and he realized the Shinigami must have mistaken him for one of his allies because of the black shihakushō Ichigo had worn that day. But what the hell was he doing in this part of Las Noches? Had Soul Society come to launch another attack again, one so soon after their assassins had all been wiped out by him and Hichigo the day before? No...this was―. Ichigo was forced to trail off in both his words and stunned thoughts when he flinched violently against a small prick that pressed painfully into the side of his neck. The unexpected burst of uncomfortable sensation gave the orangette the flood of strength he needed to he throw the unsuspecting male from him and into the other side of the hallway with considerable strength and without a single shred of mercy.
Tanned fingertips of his right hand immediately drew Zangetsu's unsealed form from his back as Ichigo raised the menacing blade in front of him protectively, breathing softly with strain when he raised his free hand to lay it across the sickening slide that a drop of blood trailed teasingly down his neck. The orange haired consort was forced to blink several times to regain his thoughts, realizing belatedly that it was a brush of red blood that was painting his palm so wetly. Shit! Someone had actually managed to hurt him, Ichigo thought absently as he stared at the smear of blood tracing the skin of his palm; merely gazing at it as if it were a foreign confusing object to his eyes and he returned his fingertips to the broken skin on his neck curiously. Why the hell was he bleeding? The wound didn't feel deep enough to cause such a slow trickle of blood, no matter how he passed his fingers across it. But it was being stained with blood all the same, a sickening slide of red rivulets that didn't seem to want to stop.
The first thing that Ichigo thought after that was that his beloveds were going to be pissed if they found out, the second thing was that could barely grasp a hold of his wondering thoughts anymore. It was like they were drifting out if his reach when a haze of distant, sickening sensations rocked through his trembling limbs. Why was it getting so difficult to breathe? To move forward in a straight line? It was only then that Ichigo's mind started to register the first brushes of distress when he was only vaguely aware of glass shattering somewhere in the distance and he stepped forward through several swaying and uncertain footsteps. Dark chocolate brown orbs were staring in disbelief at the cowering form of his enemy as his Zanpactō's sharpened tip pressed into the floor to help steady him and Ichigo felt the world tilting dangerously beneath his feet once more. He was closing his eyes absently, trying to dislodge the heavy fog that had descended upon his trembling frame and was simultaneously making his body heavy and unresponsive to his mind's will.
'What the hell did you do? Are you here to try and hurt my beloveds again? I'll not allow it!' Ichigo yelled in rising frustration, forcing his eyes to blink open just as the distant sound of rushing footsteps came towards him in a familiar brush of welcoming reiatsu. Oh thank god, the orangette thought absently, now he didn't have to go looking for them anymore. He was feeling fairly out of it by the time a familiar form approached him and a protective reiatsu wound around his unsteady form supportively. Acting like a catalyst of relief, it snapped Ichigo back into a more coherent state as he valiantly forced himself to find his own balance and the orangette blinked lazily into the bright glairing lights of the hallway that seemed to become far too overwhelming to his haywire perception. It was warm, Ichigo realized, Ryuu's reiatsu was scorching hot against his skin as an unwavering string attached itself to Ichigo's heart and gave a painful and heady lurch.
The same lurch Ichigo had felt when Ichiru had been distressed a while ago...
'S-shit!' Someone was hurt, Ichigo knew it. He could feel it. One of his beloveds were calling out to him through the link they shared with his soul, seeking his comfort and support for their own fears and upset. He had to move, had to leave this place to get to them but Ichigo didn't get anywhere in the next few seconds. Ryuu's familiar form suddenly coming to a halt behind him in a burst of sonido before strong arms wound securely around his waist; taking the sagging weight that Ichigo could no longer seem to support himself as it felt like someone had just cut his marionette strings. And through the thick cotton that was stuffed in his ears, dulling his hearing to muffled and inconsistent noises, Ichigo could still somehow understand that his beloved was calling out to him in concern. Chocolate brown eyes narrowing on the Shinigami he had managed to dislodge from his form earlier though, a shaky breath spilled past his strawberry red lips when a titter of mirth that did not belong to Ryuu or him stained the air menacingly around them.
'You should not worry so much about other's lives, Kurosaki Ichigo. All it would have taken was just one of us to end your life...just one of us to corner your unsuspecting form and poison your soul. Thank you for the opportunity―.' The escaped assassin never got to finish his words. Ryuu's long white hair, tinged with streaks of orange, having fallen over a strong shoulder to shield Ichigo's paled features from the world as he deliberately hid Ichigo's gaze in the folds of his white kosode tenderly. A dark brush of powerful reiatsu so thick and overwhelming that it flooded the entirety of the hall; formed a fully charged cero from one of the five strongest beings present in Hueco Mundo. The scream of the Third King's rage was so loud that it rang deafeningly in Ichigo's ears as the cero finally exploded outwards from one of Ryuu's fingertips. The blast was so strong and overpowering that Ichigo felt his head spinning at the speed in which Ryuu carried them away from the range of the blast.
The orangette's world was starting to blacken around him as he felt suddenly icy cold, calling out weakly in protest to his beloved as he whimpered softly in distress.
'R-Ryuu...R-Ryuu s-something's wrong...s-someone's hurt! I-I have to find Ichiru!' Ichigo called frightfully, shivering at the brush of overwhelming pain the simple touch of warm fingertips brushing at sweaty orange locks, shot through the very depths of his being. Ichigo knew that Ryuu was trying to keep him tethered to reality when the orange haired consort could barely see the world around him anymore, but it wasn't working very well. He was thoroughly struggling for breath by now, not really understanding what was happening as moist puffs of air spilled past his lips and he clenched his eyes shut against the numbing sensation that was chasing achingly across his heart. His mind was even starting to shut down to the sights, smells, sounds and feeling of the world around him.
'Ichigo?! Anata? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?' Ichigo didn't have time to answer, his world fading into an all consuming oblivion just as a familiar darkness began to drag him backwards into the depths of his mind and something incomprehensibly painful tore deeply at the depths of his soul. He could feel the stinging tears of regret falling from the corners of his eyes, the icy cold sensation of loss chasing through his blood before Ichigo was aware of nothing more than his own soul crying out in overwhelming sorrow when he couldn't get to the one that was calling out to him so painfully. His own soul was crying out to them...his beloveds, feeling their rising distress filling him up and burning deeply into the depths of his unsettled soul. Something was definately wrong...very wrong...
He was drifting; his awareness roving through an indiscernible world of all consuming blackness and confusion as Ichigo remained completely unaware of what was going on around him or stayed consciousness long enough to truly be able to understand what was happening to him without his knowledge. It was so cold, so dark and so overwhelmingly painful in the abyss that surrounded his consciousness that Ichigo's soul had become entirely numb to sensation. No matter how he tried to call out, to force his heavy eyelids to stay open...nothing responded to his will and rising panic. It was absolutely terrifying. The orangette could literally feel his own heart racing erratically against his chest, slowing down before picking up an oddly normal rhythm again as his chest rose and fell with shallow, uncontrollable breaths. He felt sick too, detached from his beloveds' souls and totally consumed in a brush of out of control emotion that chased icy tendrils of tears down his cheeks and chipped away at his inherent but lost calm.
How long had it been? How long since he had been caught up in this eternal nightmare? Ichigo didn't know anymore but he was so lost in a world of darkness that when he became vaguely aware of soft fingertips wiping away at the cold tears that trailed down his temples and a soothing palm rested against his heart to envelope him in a cloak of familiar reiatsu, the orangette groaned lowly at the excruciating pain the simple touch traced across his scorching hot skin and the sheer ice it chased through his veins in a pure contradiction of overwhelming sensation. He was gasping through it, his breath hitching in his chest harshly as another's soothing presence pressed closer to his mind and the deep darkness curled around him began to draw away little by little from a constantly trembling form.
'N-no...d-don't touch!' Ichigo breathed with incredible strain; startled at the rush of blood that flooded his mouth and the uncontainable cough it forced from heaving lungs.
Shit...something was wrong with him...he could feel―.
'You idiot! You stupid idiot, King! H-how can you pay so little attention to your surroundings...how can you walk around alone, practically defenceless a mere day after the castle was attacked?! Open your eyes! Damn it, Ichigo, please! You have to stay awake in this plane, no matter what...you have to stay awake here!' A frantic voice called with rising, panicked, emotions. An infinitely warm forehead fell softly against the dazed orangette's soon after that, warm breaths skittering unevenly across the pale skin of Ichigo's cheeks as a low moan of distress was tugged from between parted strawberry lips. The orange haired consort was floating through an infinitely dark press of distorted sensations however, flinching in fright when someone straddled his waist intimately and strong and assured fingertips cupped either of his cheeks tenderly just before a headily familiar reiatsu spilled overwhelmingly strong against his entire being.
'Open your eyes, Ichigo. Please, just open your eyes and look at me. I won't be angry anymore, I promise.' The distraught being implored once more, his voice becoming gentler and more soothing as a nose rubbed teasingly against Ichigo's and a tumble of soft, hip-length, locks fell forward to shield the orangette's pale form from the world. Dazed chocolate brown eyes snapped open instantly after that however, the orange haired teen shuddering under the press of warm lips that brushed teasingly against the two curving marks of red that were traced so provocatively beneath a left eye. Ichigo's eyes had unknowingly just opened up to familiar features hovering mere millimetres away from his own; a sprawl of long black locks falling over his doppelganger's shoulder to envelope the both of them in heady closeness before sorrow filled and panicked red-brown orbs gazed down at his younger self in pure concern.
Through the haze that had descended upon both his mind and vision, Ichigo was startled at falling tears which were not his own, trailing wetly against his cheeks. And when he blinked several times to try and discern the blurring world around him; a warm cheek pressed reassuring against his and strong arms wound him up in a tight embrace that refused to let him go. Reassuring him that he was not alone in the darkness and pain that had descended upon his entire being. Older Ichigo was even whispering soothingly in his ear, the older of two beings trying desperately to keep Ichigo's mind tethered to consciousness as the orangette slowly but surely started to make out the depths of the moonlit plane buried within his mind again. He was utterly dumbfounded by what he saw; a deep frown furrowing his brow as he lifted his suddenly heavy limbs to wind his arms around trembling shoulders (shaking with suppressed emotion) to soothe away his black haired doppelganger's clearly upset emotions.
What was he doing back here so soon? Ichigo didn't even remember feeling Older Ichigo's familiar call or any reason why his past self should once again be in his released state, just like the last time he had been forced to use a considerable amount of his own reiatsu to keep Ichigo calm after a particularly painful memory. It was still astounding to see, the power that flowed from him so freely was curling protectively around Ichigo's form, winding him up in a tight cocoon of affection as the orangette suddenly found himself breathing a little easier than before. His frantically beating heart was also slowing to a more natural rhythm as he shifted restlessly against the sprawl of soft sand that was beneath him. Warm fingertips came up softly however, brushing away at the sticky strands of orange that had adhered to a pale forehead before Ichigo's doppelganger sighed in relief.
'Welcome back, King.' Older Ichigo breathed tenderly; a sorrowful smile lilting across his lips as he pushed himself to lean protectively over Ichigo's body by pressing the palms of his hands on either side of Ichigo's head. Zangetsu's menacing form was missing once more, Ichigo noted absently but long locks of pitch black that were tugged playfully by the wind, brushed softly against Ichigo's cheeks as his doppelganger brought one of his hands upwards to card it through a sprawl of spiky orange locks soothingly. The soft press of his lips, whispering against the furrow that was present on Ichigo's tangerine brow; left the orangette to blink several times in surprise just as he felt an uncomfortable heat beginning to streak through his veins and bile rose into his throat unbidden of his permission.
'W-what...w-what h-happened?' Ichigo asked with increasing strain, his breaths rasping painfully in his throat as the sudden movement that he made unconsciously by turning his head to the side bashfully, flooded his entire mind with a fuzzy dizziness that caused large black spots to saturate his vision. 'Why am I back here...w-why are you so upset...d-did something happen? N-no...I-Ichiru...I think Ichiru was hurt...you have to let me go, please...I―.' A warm fingertip abruptly pressed against strawberry red lips, Older Ichigo pressing his forehead against Ichigo's tenderly as he rested his hand against the side of Ichigo's neck supportively. Shifting their position quickly, the older being barely gave the orangette enough time to cry out in anguish when his body was moved so that his temple was nestled comfortingly against a warm thigh and Ichigo found himself curling closer to his doppelganger's all consuming warmth.
Those fingertips never once left his spiky orange locks however, merely soothing Ichigo's own flood of distress when the orange haired consort winced against the painful race of his rising heartbeat.
'Shhh, King. Please don't speak, you have to keep calm now, no matter what.' The older Ichigo implored tenderly, curling his fingers around the side of the orangette's neck before trailing soft feathering fingertips upwards to catch the stray tears that were falling from the corner of Ichigo's eyes without his knowledge. They felt weird though, Ichigo noted absently; much heavier than normal tears as Ichigo began to sense his limbs falling limp against the soft silvery sands and his eyes started to flutter shut against an overwhelming rush of exhaustion that pushed into the depths of his frantically racing mind. 'Don't you dare fall asleep on me.' His doppelganger bit out several seconds later; fingertips tugging harshly on spiky orange locks to tilt Ichigo's head towards him when chocolate brown eyes sought to drift shut against an undeniable heaviness that weighed down pale eyelids.
A soft breath of surprise left Ichigo's lips, dazed brown orbs catching sight of blood staining the tips of his doppelganger's fingers that the older being laid tenderly against Ichigo's cheek. The orangette was just about to raise his own hand to capture his doppelganger's when the long black haired teen captured his hand and laid it back against the sand before reprimanding his younger self for moving. His free hand pressed the orangette's shoulders firmly against the sand so that Ichigo couldn't shift any further before carding fingertips returned to spiky orange locks several seconds later. A lulling voice hummed soothingly after that; trying to calm them as Ichigo attempted to make sense of all the confusing things that were happening around him, the painful twist in his heart and the tugging lurches to his soul that didn't want to stop calling for his attention.
'Y-you..' Ichigo swallowed heavily, trying to push himself to sit up but found instead, that his older self merely kept him captive against a warm lap and refused to allow him any form of movement. 'Y-you have to let me go. I-I need to return...someone's hurt. Please...I can't―.' The orangette trailed off when blood stained fingertips were suddenly hovering in front of his eyes, an undeniable anguish swimming into red pigmented eyes as his black haired doppelganger turned forlornly towards the eternal night sky that was spread above them darkly. His reiatsu was rising in volume and intensity again, Ichigo shuddering at the unexpected euphoria it chased through his veins when it enveloped him quite possessively. It was pitch black, controlled and snaking eternally against trembling limbs as Ichigo cried out at the heated sensations it curled deeply in the pit of his stomach.
'P-please...'
'No. I refuse.' His doppelganger said firmly. 'You don't even know what's happening to you do you, King?' Older Ichigo asked despairingly, blood stained fingertips reaching towards another tear that Ichigo felt tracing against the skin of his temple as the black haired being brought it forward suddenly. Displaying a single drop of blood to chocolate brown eyes before swiping the sickly red liquid between his forefinger and thumb to smear it into a lighter colour before he rested his hand against Ichigo's trembling shoulder when the action's significance suddenly dawned on the orangette's scattered mind. It was impossible...that was clearly blood and his older self had just taken it from the icy cold liquid that had dripped from the corner of his eye. What the hell was going on and why―.
'I just told you that you have to keep calm, Ichigo. The more you move, the more you panic...the more you lose yourself...the faster the poison will spread. I cannot let you return to our beloveds sides Ichigo; not when it will take your life if I were to let you go now for even a second. Please, I'm trying to keep you alive long enough for someone to help and tying your consciousness to this plane will keep your mind intact before the reiatsu blocks wither away. All I ask is that you don't fall asleep, don't move and don't strain yourself. I can already sense a foreign reiatsu flooding our veins, so someone is keeping you stable on the outside but this...these sensations...it feels a lot like last time. And I don't know if I can―.' Ichigo shook his head softly, strangely affected by the words that his doppelganger were speaking to him in distress. The orangette did not protest to the fingers that were twined together with another's and his doppelganger reached for him reassuringly to prove that he was not alone, almost instantly chasing away the heady brush of fear those few words had ignited across Ichigo's heart.
'I-I'm sorry.' Ichigo said softly, a shuddering breath escaping his lungs as he clenched his eyes shut against a rush of unexpected pain saturating his limbs. 'I'm sorry...I couldn't even help Ichiru and Ryuu...he was there with me, I'm hurting them again aren't I? And just after I finally understood what―.' Bloodied fingertips sealed his tumble of regrets; the orangette's doppelganger silencing him as Older Ichigo shook his head softly in the negative. A sorrowful glance was creeping into his red pigmented eyes as he laid his palm against Ichigo's forehead gently. The simple touch of affection offering the much needed comfort to calm Ichigo's rising panic when the orangette could only vaguely begin to grasp onto the situation that had captured him up in such darkness, pain, regret...sorrow. He felt it all now, sure that he was sharing more than a bit of his older self's emotions as well.
'Don't go there, Ichigo.' His doppelganger soothed. 'Ichiru is okay, he may have been injured but it is not fatally. I don't know what happened or how someone even got close enough to poison you but the fact that Ichiru was injured as well means that something went wrong inside Las Noches. But what it is exactly, I don't know. Don't blame yourself for this, Ichi. It was not your fault and you are strong, little one. Much stronger than you think, so do not give up. Whatever you do, do not leave my side, do not fall asleep and just keep breathing okay? Someone will help, this time someone has to help. Trust me, Ichiru, Ryuu and Hichigo would have prepared for something like this after my death two hundred years ago.'
'One never puts it past Soul Society to try their underhanded methods only once. They will use it again and again because it worked once. But our beloveds are not stupid, King.' Older Ichigo said reassuringly as a stray fingernail traced softly against a smooth cheek. 'Our beloveds will do anything in their power to protect you just as we will do anything in our power to protect them. It goes both ways King, our bond. You are our King, the centre we all revolve around. So do not lose hope, do not fear, do not hesitate...or you will die. Never give up, we are all standing beside you, in front of you and behind you.'
'Just find your will to survive this, Ichigo. We're not going anywhere, no one is going to be angry with you, and no one is going to reprimand you for your mistakes. Just don't you dare give up. You are far too considerate of other's emotions, think only about yourself this once. You have to live Ichigo because no matter how you cry and scream and fight, when you die because you gave up with regrets...nothing is left behind but a terrifying loneliness for another two hundred years, two hundred years of anguish knowing the pain you are causing your beloveds for every second that ticks by.'
...
'R-Ryuu...R-Ryuu s-something's wrong...' Words; a panic inducing, breathless, tumble of words that still haunted the depths of a King's unsettled mind. Ryuu, the youngest triplet of the Three Kings, was frantically going over the events that had rocked Las Noches to its core in the last hour alone. Desperately trying to understand just how a single Shinigami prisoner had escaped their interrogation; taken out Ichiru's left eye and kept the both of them unconscious with some sort of sleeping kido before he had gotten so far into the castle walls to actually attack Ichigo's unsuspecting and vulnerable form. Ryuu was seething in absolute rage, barely keeping back his climbing anger from overwhelming him but at the same time, he was also restless and fearful for his most beloved Ichigo's condition. The older being had not shifted away from his consort's side since carrying him back to the Royal Chambers an hour ago; he even kept himself curled around a pale form upon their shared bed quite protectively, despite the Hachibantai-Taichō, Kyouraku Shunsui, who was leaning over Ichigo with green kaidō (1*) infused fingertips.
Those expert hands were lain across a rising and falling chest, dutifully keeping the spread of poison from overwhelming the orange haired teen's system whilst all of them waited for Urahara and god forbid, Isshin, to arrive through an opened Garganta. They had already administered several poison antidotes that Soul Society's Research and Development Institute had created since Ichigo was last alive two hundred years ago; but this one Shunsui had said, was something he had not yet seen before. It had been pure luck that Shunsui had not yet left to return to Seireitei and he had been so close when the chaos had erupted; as the Shinigami Captain had already contacted another of their allies. Two to be exact, and if they could keep Ichigo stable for the next twelve hours then Unohana Retsu from the Yonbaintai Division could make it to the palace without suspicion when things got truly out of hand, Ukitake had also said that he would cover for their absences if that were to happen. But for now, they were going to have to rely on a perverted scientist's help and an over protective father that was probably going to go into a rage when he saw what happened.
He wouldn't be the only one that would however, Ryuu thought absently. Hichigo was already pacing restlessly from one side of the room to the other; up and down, up and down as his lit gold and black kiseru had not left his hand since Ichigo had been brought back unconscious. And Ichiru, Ryuu shivered. He was merely staring into the distance of Hueco Mundo's vast desert plane that was beyond the large windows; his damaged left eye hidden behind a swathe of white bandages as a dark glare of absolute hate saturated the depths of his visible golden eye in an undeniable deadly intent. Surprisingly though, Zangetsu's materialized form was leaning against the wall closest to the bed. One of his booted feet pressed against the wall for support as his sharp brown eyes, hidden behind wrap around yellow sunglasses, never once left Ichigo's unconscious form.
The old man was standing silent sentinel next to Starrk; the two of them not having shifted an inch since they had been called here as Ryuu tightened his grasp around his beloved's waist several seconds later when a pained moan slipped past his Ichigo's lips. Shunsui had not yet attempted to move Ryuu from his perch though; knowing that if he tried, the Dark King would probably attack him without mercy...especially as the youngest triplet had been the one that had witnessed his beloved's fall. But for the youngest King; with dishevelled hair, falling in two dragon like tails down his back before several strands of white fell over his shoulder to splay across Ichigo's features...he was finding it very difficult to control his own fears and the deep insecurities he felt when he saw Ichigo like this.
It was too much like last time, too much like the time they had lost their Ichigo to the enemies unkind hands. And in his mind, no matter how Ryuu's heart rejected it, it felt like it was going to happen again and it had been their fault this time because they had not perceived the danger fast enough or had secured their enemy well enough to keep him from harming their beloved. The sheer magnitude of panic it ignited within Ryuu was already consuming his rationality with every panicked breath that left his lips, the long white haired King already having tugged his bottom lip between his teeth until he felt blood flooding his mouth and a dizzying headache swirled painfully across his forehead with the force in which he was attempting to keep his rising and out of control emotions back. But it was so difficult; already drawing on the edges of Ryuu's soul that wanted to snap under the strain it was being put under.
Ichigo looked so pale, Ryuu noted. His chest was just barely rising and falling with shallow breaths as the most horrifying effect of the poison, pushed tears of blood to leak from closed eyelids and trailed sickening tracks of red down sweaty temples to disappear into the black satin sheets below. But it hadn't been long after the first tear that they had discovered the horrifying droplets of blood that trailed down a pale neck from Ichigo's ears as well. The sight, it was absolutely terrifying for his beloveds and even to all those present in the room with them, it was just as upsetting to see. Ryuu tried not to let it affect his own work however, as he laid his fingers against a scorching hot, fevered cheek. A cool washcloth, stained pink with blood, capturing another stray drop that escaped a left eye as he murmured soothingly against the shell of a dainty ear.
He was forcing himself to stay coherent and in control; but not because he wanted to. Because he had to. Hichigo had already lost his temper earlier that morning and twice in the last hour alone, he had nearly torn apart anyone daring enough to approach the sealed doors from the other side that had no right to be there. With that alone, it had been enough. One of the Three Kings reaching such state was overwhelming, especially as it tended to awaken his triplets' own instincts to protect their precious Ichigo. However if Ryuu and Ichiru were to lose it too, to enter a similar state as Hichigo, there would be nothing left of Las Noches and the others that were present in the castle. It could be detrimental to not only their own lives but Ichigo's as well. So control they had to practice. Although, Hichigo was having a difficult time of it even now. His long white locks were trailing violently behind him in sheer irritation as he paced the room from side to side; passed the bed several times to make sure Ichigo was still alright as his actions only added to the menacing aura that was already spilling into the depths of the castle.
It was tainting the air with a deadly darkness, seeking to consume them all in a burning fire of destruction. To all of them it didn't matter that Ryuu had already snuffed out the existence of their beloved's attacker with a point blank cero; leaving nothing but scattered remains of blood, shattered bones and flesh on the hallway's immaculate floors as well as destroyed half of the palace's east tower in the process. Ryuu knew that Hichigo wanted revenge, he would kill all those who had attacked his lover and Ichiru...his brilliant strategic mind had probably already come up with a thousand ways to strike their eternal enemies where it would hurt the most. To silence them for good this time, not just crippling the Gotei 13 by taking out six captains, their vice-captains, five entire divisions and injuring the Soutaichō in their retaliation two hundred years ago.
And as for Ryuu himself, he was trying to keep everything together; to soothe away his consort's pain and attempting to shield him from any more harm and upset that was already staining his beloved's heart. He even hissed dangerously when someone shifted out of place in the room and approached the bed, the soft mattress dipping behind Ryuu as a warm hand rested upon his shoulder reassuringly. Golden eyes snapped open in surprise, Ryuu gazing forlornly over his shoulder as Ichiru offered him a reassuring smile. Black nailed fingertips taking the washcloth from his hands before shifting his brother's form away from Ichigo. Ichiru was ruffling his fingers through dishevelled locks, settling himself beside Ryuu on the floor by the bed as he pulled his younger brother to lay his head against his shoulder tenderly.
'You're getting in the way, Ryuu. Let the Shinigami work, Shunsui won't harm Ichigo. He's mastered healing kido just as much as Unohana Retsu has, Urahara will be here soon as well and we're going to have to let him do his work in any case. It shouldn't be long until they arrive.' Ryuu nodded absently, not really paying attention to the world as every second that ticked by felt like an excruciating hour of utter despair to them. Not long after they had settled on the floor together, closest to their beloved's form without getting in the way, Hichigo stilled his pacing to join them as well. His black nailed fingertips passing through Ryuu's hair soothingly as his sharp golden eyes never once left Ichigo's form on the bed. His gold and black kiseru was finally extinguished as his ears were strained against any noise that would announce the arrival of their help.
'Oh my~! What has our little Denka gotten himself into this time?' A playful voice purred, three sets of narrowed golden eyes zeroing in on the presence that sauntered into the Royal Chambers an indiscernible amount later. A familiar spiky black haired Shinigami was following behind him, a touch of sorrow having entered chocolate brown eyes as Isshin made his way out in front of the blonde haired scientist and headed towards the bed where a splay of messy orange locks could be seen in sheer concern. 'To be called back here with such an urgent message; I'm guessing you have quite a serious situation on your hands. Right, I'm glad I prepared for something like this. It's going to take a while to get ready and I'm going to have to ask you serious question in a while. But for now, please step outside whilst I take over here.'
'Also, you three,' Urahara said seriously, capturing the Three Kings' attention as the rose to their feet very reluctantly, not liking the idea of leaving their beloved's side. 'Let Isshin take a look at your injuries. I can see Ichiru was hurt, but I don't know who else was. Knowing you will hide it to protect Ichigo, I'm taking extra precautions. Ichigo will be pissed if I didn't look after the three of you too. After that, come back inside and whatever you do, for god's sake, don't lose control.'
1* Kaidō – Healing Kido
Okay, I'm done. Absolutely exhausted and I'm starting on a Yuri (Fem/Mugetsu x Fem/Ichi) lemon one-shot right after posting this, my own request fic to myself before I'm starting work on all the one-shot presents after my next fic is posted by Sunday. I'm so busy but I'm glad I managed to get out this chapter before the chaos truly starts.
For now, thank you for reading. Pease leave me a little review if you'd be so kind, I'd be very happy if you do. I'm done though, I need something sweet and cold to drink before I'm hopefully going to start on my next fic right away.
Yours
Uchiha Madara
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