Prize of Victory 2 | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > General Views: 56251 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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There was only one thing left for Tatsuki to do after a few days of putting out fires, and so she did it. She was tired from the long ordeal of assisting Soi Fon, getting her settled into a room in Ukitake’s Estate and making her eat every few hours to replenish her strength and her energy levels. However, now that Karin knew she was pregnant, she had to tell Orihime. It would be improper for her best friend from childhood to find out from anyone other than her. So here she was, early in the morning walking down the street towards the house Orihime shared with Ulquiorra and their son. Tesra wanted to join her, but he was required to attend to Rangiku. Now that Nnoitra knew she was with child, there had been talk of getting a bigger place as well as consolidating their two dens.
Tatsuki, in all honesty, didn’t mind the idea at all. She enjoyed hanging out with Rangiku and they would be able to spend even more time together. It would be easier on her husband as well. It was getting more difficult to balance the loyalty and protective instincts he felt for his mate with the ironclad duty he felt towards his master. The only reservations Tatsuki had about combining their households involved the actual acquiring of the larger house. When Hollows sought out a new den, they had a tendency to kill the current occupants. The last thing she wanted was for Nnoitra to slaughter some poor family because she and Rangiku needed a playroom for their children.
Keeping that in mind, Tatsuki knew that living together would make things much easier when the children were born, not to mention getting through the pregnancy. It was going to be nice to have someone with whom she could commiserate through the morning sickness and backaches. Yes, Tatsuki was all for them moving in together, even if she had to put up with Nnoitra and his dismissive misogyny more often.
She hadn’t had a chance to speak to Rangiku since they’d gotten back from Szayel’s Division to have their ultrasounds done. At this point there was nothing really for them to see, and he’d set up the next set of tests and appointments. Tatsuki and Tesra had stayed for dinner, left Rangiku and Nnoitra once the Espada had returned from his shift and tucked into his dinner as if someone had starved him for a week. He’d waved the two away, releasing Tesra from his service for the night and they’d walked home, talking excitedly about the baby and retired shortly after that.
Then, at roughly one-o-clock in the morning, everything went topsy-turvy.
Soi Fon, Yumichika and Ggio had pounded on their door that night, and any thoughts regarding sleep promptly flew out the window while they sought out Karin’s help. She had slept most of the next day off while Tesra went about his normal duties, yawning while he did so. She had to chase him out the door, assuring him she would be fine by herself for a few hours and that she didn’t need a 'keeper' to watch her.
‘I’m pregnant, not sick,’ she’d lectured him sternly. ‘Exercise is exactly what I should be doing so stop fussing and get to work already!’
She was glad Karin had taken in Soi Fon without any fuss from Grimmjow or from Starrk. Grimmjow had looked appalled when she’d related the story and Karin told Tatsuki that Starrk and Lilinette weren’t there, but out on night patrol, and that she would inform him in the morning.
What Tatsuki found interesting was Karin’s use of the word ‘inform’ rather than ‘ask’ when it came to the First’s hospitality. Either Karin was very sure that the First wouldn’t have a problem with Soi Fon, or the First had simply delegated extending it.
For whatever reason, she was glad Soi Fon had permission to say there. She and Tesra didn’t have the space and Soi Fon would be safer at Ukitake’s Estate, and with Karin. Her household was much larger with regard to people and space and had better protections. Barragan was only the Second Espada after all and no one, other than Aizen, seemed to want to take on Starrk and Lilinette.
She finally arrived at her destination, noting that Diaemus was sitting outside on the front porch eating breakfast. She found that strange. Orihime usually demanded that her mate and child eat together as a proper family. In addition, with the air still chilly and damp, Tatsuki knew her friend might not be pleased to find her son camped out on the front steps, bowl in hand, chewing on a few rolled omelettes and slurping down a large bowl of hot miso and tofu.
His sour expression didn’t bode well either.
“Diaemus-kun,” she greeted him, waving her hand as she came through the gate.
“Tatsuki-san,” he replied politely and finished the soup, setting the bowl down and starting in on the last omelette.
“Is your mother still in bed?” she asked. The kid didn’t seem very happy about something and Tatsuki grew concerned.
“Yes,” he muttered, sounding a little disgusted as he chewed.
“Oh? When do you think she’ll be up?”
Tatsuki debated on whether or not she wanted to wake her friend up, and then decided that she simply had to do it. ‘The news is big enough to risk it. If I don’t I will probably never hear the end of it.’
“When father is finished with her,” Diaemus answered with a scowl.
“When father is…?”
‘Oh.’ Tatsuki began to snicker softly, realizing what the boy was getting at. ‘Of course. How many times did I have to endure listening to that particular symphony in the morning while I lived here?’
No wonder Diaemus was outside. His ears were far sharper than hers were and Tatsuki knew just how noisy those two could be when they were going at it. In fact, now that she strained her ears and listened carefully, she could faintly hear the familiar sound of Orihime moaning passionately.
At one point Tatsuki thought that she could hear her friend crying out Ulquiorra’s given name.
‘Well, damn… no wonder Diaemus looks like he swallowed a lemon.’
“I feel for you kid, I really do,” she said with some sympathy and patted him on the back between his wings.
Diaemus turned his head away from her, but she had a feeling it had more to do with wanting to hide the blush on his face than shyness. Ah children! She couldn’t wait until her child was old enough for her to taunt mercilessly when it came to boys and girls. Whatever digs she didn’t get in, she just knew Rangiku would manage. Tatsuki could already picture finding the first porn stash and poking at her child about it.
“So, how is your training going?” she asked, taking pity on the young hybrid and changing the subject to something he might be more comfortable discussing. That appeared to be the right move, as he brightened a little.
“Well. Father is pleased with my progress and he says my prowess during the battles is acceptable, when Karin-san permits us to participate,” he answered, sounding happy to be off the topic of his parents’ sex life.
“Is she finally letting you guys handle more?” Tatsuki inquired, genuinely interested.
“Yes. She’s permits us to join nearly every battle at the end and she allowed us to participate fully in at least three full skirmishes in the last week or so,” he announced with a touch of pride in his voice.
The Swarm had been pushing their attacks up, coming every two days now. It was as if the insects were trying to do as much damage as they could before they holed up during the spring, as they always did. The Swarm usually broke things off as the weather warmed and the number of attacks would decrease as April approached.
There was a louder gasp from inside the house, followed by silence. After a few minutes, the sound of people moving about reached their ears.
“Ugh. Finally!” Diaemus mumbled sullenly, standing up and turning around to go back inside.
“You’ll understand one day,” Tatsuki said with a touch of compassion.
“I seriously doubt it,” he retorted and then opened the door.
“Mother, Tatsuki-san is here!”
Diaemus called this out dutifully as he led her into the house and disappeared, probably to hide in his room, like any other teenage boy. Orihime passed him on the way into the kitchen and he brushed by her, hunching his shoulders and trying to get out of the way of any impromptu hug as quickly as possible.
“Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime smiled in an overly cheerful way that, to Tatsuki, reeked of a post-orgasmic ‘high’. “What brings you by?”
“I have some good news,” she replied happily, helping herself to the hug that Diaemus had spurned.
“There is never enough good news. So what is it?”
Orihime’s expression told her that she’d better not leave anything out either.
“The juicy kind! The kind that people always guess first when you say ‘I have an announcement….’”
Tatsuki was grinning wildly now.
The other human seemed to ponder that. Then her face lit up with absolute delight as she jumped to a conclusion… an incorrect one.
“You created a new recipe?” she guessed, clapping her hands excitedly.
Tatsuki laughed at that. She was unsurprised that Orihime hadn’t gotten it right. Even after all these years Orihime could still be a bit obtuse at times.
“Actually, yes, I did and I’ll give it to you afterwards, but that is not the news I have to share,” she smirked.
“No? Well…”
Orihime pondered some more, her big gray eyes blinking as she gave it some thought. Then she gasped
“Oh, you’re pregnant!!!”
She shrieked this, giving Tatsuki a look of profound hope that she was right this time.
“Yes!” Tatsuki answered, her grin now stretching from one ear to the other.
“That’s amazing!”
Orihime let out an excited squeal and pulled her into a tight hug.
“And not just me, but Rangiku too,” she added.
“No way! Awesome!!!”
“Volume, please,” Ulquiorra ordered calmly as he walked into the kitchen. The Espada looked perfectly composed, as if he hadn’t just been having wild, howler-monkey sex with her friend a few minutes ago.
“Sorry,” Orihime smiled at him sheepishly, then reached out and excitedly tugged on his sleeve. “Did you hear what Tatsuki-chan just told me?”
“I believe the entire District heard you,” he deadpanned, and then turned his green eyes to the stove and the counter next to it.
Tatsuki, while trying to play her guessing game with her friend, hadn’t noticed the pot of miso soup left simmering on the stove, nor the plate of rolled omelettes left under a cover. The Espada actually made a pleased sound, which surprised Tatsuki. Then again, maybe it shouldn’t have. Diaemus was a resourceful boy when he had to be and at his age, he ought to be more than capable of cooking a simple breakfast.
“It would seem our son made breakfast for us this morning. I shall thank him later. I’ve a patrol to complete today, if there’s no attack on the part of the enemy.”
“Oh!” Orihime gasped in embarrassment, whether from alerting the neighbours to Tatsuki’s good news, or for not making breakfast, Tatsuki wasn’t certain. When Ulquiorra reached for a bowl, Orihime tugged on Tatsuki’s arm and moved to pull her shoes on.
“Come on, we absolutely have to go see Rangiku-chan so I can congratulate her properly! How did Nnoitra-san take the news?”
“Indifferently,” Tatsuki answered, and then gave a little shrug. “He’s neither for nor against it. The Fifth did tell her that if she wants the baby, it’s all hers. I thought it was a little callous, but Tesra insists that Nnoitra will defend his own baby.”
Orihime’s look of relief matched her own, as Tatsuki remembered that strange, terrifying scene at the 4th Division. She decided to omit that part of the story. If Rangiku wanted to share it, she could do so later on.
“That’s a huge relief! Have you seen Szayel yet?”
“Yes. He thinks Rangiku and I are at roughly the same stage in our pregnancies. We’re even due around the same time. He estimates that both should last about five months. We’ll see,” she cautioned. Orihime nodded absently at that, securing her sandals.
“Wow, you two are going to have children together!” Orihime gushed. “My shoes are on, what are we waiting for?”
Tatsuki spared a glance at the kitchen table, where Ulquiorra sat chewing on an omelette, looking uncannily like his son had not fifteen minutes before.
“Aren’t you going to have something to eat first?”
“Oh, no! I’m too excited. I can’t possibly eat now! Besides, we’re all out of strawberry jam, capers and horseradish, and those are my favourite toppings for omelettes. I’ll just have the leftovers cold for lunch and I can stop by the market and see if they have any of those things on hand. Oh, or maybe I could try some hot sauce, cupcake sprinkles and mayonnaise…”
Tatsuki shook her head and joined Orihime by the door, noticing that Ulquiorra had stopped chewing as her friend had given her a litany of what their pantry and condiment collection was missing. She swore his face went a few shades closer to matching his eyes. For that matter, so did hers. To avoid another bout of morning sickness rearing its ugly head, Tatsuki plucked at her friend’s arm and pointed with her chin towards the front gate.
“Well, let’s go. There are a few other things, but we can talk about them once we get to Rangiku’s place. I don’t really want to tell the story twice.”
She hated having to bring up poor Soi Fon, knowing it would overshadow the good news she’d wanted to share with her friends. They’d deal with it better if they didn’t have to hear things through the grapevine. Still the situation wasn’t completely hopeless yet. Karin promised that she would work on a way to save the other expectant mother.
With all of the dark things going on, it was definitely nice when a sunbeam like this managed to breach the clouds.
Karin was starting to feel like the Seireitei’s personal fix-it girl. Every time something went wrong, she ended up, somehow, involved in finding a solution. A part of her was pleased that everyone trusted her with his or her troubles, but the honour was wearing thin and she felt wrung out. Between Aizen’s harassment of Szayel and his household, her family’s issues and staying a step ahead of the Swarm, it was a wonder she had time to assist anyone else.
She was happy for Rangiku and Tatsuki, and yet she had to consider the horrible fate that awaited Soi Fon if she couldn’t figure out a way around Aizen’s decree concerning un-Claimed, Taichou-level Shinigami. It wasn’t as if the poor woman was at fault for her situation. However, it was hard to be happy for those two when the third pregnant woman she knew was in such distress and in such danger.
Karin had seen Grimmjow pissed several times in her life, and while this was not the angriest that he’d ever been in her experience, what Barragan had done had launched her mate into a fury that at least ranked in the top five. He wasn’t angry with the Second Claiming Ggio. The old rot-shrouded bastard had the right to do so. However, throwing out a pregnant, vulnerable member of his pack, when cubs were so rare… that’s what had crawled under her mate’s skin. Karin had been afraid that Grimmjow would storm over to the Estate where the nasty old spider had laired up and give Barragan a piece of his mind. Thankfully, he’d refrained from doing so, being smarter than that, but she suspected that the clearing where he and Ulquiorra trained the kids was wider now than it had been six days ago. When the Swarm wasn’t throwing itself against them, Grimmjow spent his time adding new craters to the landscape around the makeshift Cero and Bala instruction grounds.
While she was glad that he’d found a better outlet for his anger and frustration, it left her to be the calm, reasoned one in trying to resolve the mess. They had to find someone willing hold Soi Fon’s Claim once it ran out. Starrk was out of the question, as the difference between the First’s power and Soi Fon’s was simply too great. Szayel already technically had two Claims, even if one was a ruse and Karin wasn’t going to toss Renji to the wolves that way. Nor would she do the same to Szayel, considering the subterfuge regarding Grimmjow’s Claim on the scientist.
Karin had no idea when her life had begun to resemble an elaborate Hell game and at some point, she was afraid that Aizen would figure out what was going on. It was the best she’d been able to manage at the time. That they’d kept the truth about Renji’s Claim hidden for this long amazed her, and she worried that at some point, their luck would run out.
“Karin,” Nanao’s voice cut through her tired, foggy thoughts, “have you seen Hana today?”
“No, I am afraid not,” she admitted.
That brought her to the third issue on her ‘to solve’ list.
Hana had left the Estate on the night that the truth had come out about how Shunsui had died in the war. Nanao’s daughter had declined to return as a result. She had been living in her quarters at the 3rd Division, and when not there, with Harribel and her fraccion. Karin could understand why the child felt the need to get away, especially after Nanao related what little she’d managed to pry out of the First about the incident and after a meeting with Toshiro and the Third. Unfortunately, the schism it caused between Hana and Starrk and Lilinette had affected Nanao as well.
Hana wasn’t the only one sulking. Karin had never seen Lilinette so depressed, and Starrk looked as though he had his own personal raincloud, drizzling down on his gloomy head. As worried as Jushiro and Nanao were, anything they might try to do to try to bring Hana around would only make things worse. As much as she hated to say it, they would have to wait and let Hana come back when the girl felt she was ready. Until then, Ajuga had been relaying any information she had learned about her Shinigami friend.
As much as she wished the Escapees luck in trying to take down Aizen, Karin also hoped that the next time Sarugaki Hiyori chose to open her mouth on the battlefield that someone would see fit to shove a sandal in it. She remembered the angry little Vizard and she hadn’t been impressed with her.
Ajuga had taken the news relatively well, but Ajuga had a Hollow’s understanding of about how things worked. Her daughter had never known Shunsui either and she couldn’t really feel hurt or upset about the death of someone to whom she’d had no connection or relationship.
That didn’t mean that her daughter wasn’t upset. Something else troubled Ajuga, and neither Karin nor Grimmjow knew what that was.
“I really wish she would come home,” Nanao sighed, and all but collapsed on the couch next to Karin, exhausted at the end of a long day.
Karin decided to focus on the issue in front of her, the one affecting her friend and former Kido instructor. She recalled how despondent Nanao had been when they had first met ten years ago, still mourning Shunsui’s death with nothing to distract her but the very thing that reminded her of the deceased man: their daughter. Karin’s arrival to train had been the first step in getting Nanao to open up and focus on other things. Yuzu’s arrival after three, Claim-minded idiot Arrancar destroyed Grimmjow’s first den only furthered Nanao’s recovery.
Right now, Karin wished her twin were here, if only so that Yuzu could help with the tangle of problems that life here kept dumping into her lap. No one was better at healing a soul than Yuzu, whether she used her sweet personality or a wooden kitchen spoon, preferably with something tasty on the end of it. Thankfully, Yuzu was safe, she hoped, in the Living World, where she belonged, as much as Karin wished she had access to Yuzu’s abilities.
“I’m confident that Hana will come to terms with what she learned. She has Toshiro to help her, and from what I have seen and heard of Harribel, the support of the Third and her fraccion.”
Nanao nodded her head, but Karin could still see the distress coloring her friend’s reiatsu and the threat of tears at the corner of her eyes. All of this only served to remind Nanao of the loss of the man she had loved and forced her to recall that she lived by the charity of the man who had killed him.
‘I should check to see how Jushiro is doing. If Nanao is this torn up, how is he holding up being reminded that he is sleeping with the man who killed his best friend?’
Jushiro was older and more experienced with the pain of loss and war, but Karin thought that he was probably more worried about Hana and her relationship with Starrk than in pain over Kyoraku Shunsui.
Nanao let out a bit of a hiccup, and without missing a beat, Karin moved next to the woman and pulled her into a tight hug. She used one hand to rub circles over Nanao’s back as her normally competent Taichou dissolved into quiet sobs, shaking as she tried to wipe away the saltwater leaking from beneath her glasses. Karin didn’t mind and simply held her, making soothing noises as Nanao let all of the pain out.
If Hana didn’t come around soon, Karin would have to take a detour and see if she couldn’t reason with the girl and at least get her to speak to her mother and Jushiro.
Soi Fon appeared at the doorway and stared at them for a moment, her own eyes red and puffy with the evidence of fresh tears. Nanao’s distressed reiatsu probably summoned the ex-Shinigami Taichou. Clearly seeing that Karin had things under control, Soi Fon made to leave, before pausing and staring at them indecisively for a long minute or two. Finally, her mind clearly made up over whatever internal debate she’d had with herself, she joined them, sitting down on Nanao’s other side and giving Nanao a hug of her own. The three of them comprised one big ball of collective misery and she could lay all of it at Aizen’s bloody feet.
Given a slate and chalk, Soi Fon informed them that Barragan wasn’t supposed to be home that night. Nanao and Toshiro, comparing notes the next day as well as the paperwork from the 1st Division on their desks, discovered that Aizen had switched up the Espada’s patrols. That had not only freed up the Second to go home and Claim his unsuspecting and unprepared fraccion, but also put Starrk and Lilinette, and Hana in the path of one Vizard with a trap that needed stapling shut. The next time Yoruichi showed up in the yard, Karin was going to give the cat an earful about sending someone like that on an infiltration mission, if that’s what it was.
Aizen’s little last-minute decision, probably done on some ‘Royal Whim,’ had resulted in a chain of events that put at least two lives in jeopardy. Sometimes Karin swore that the son of a bitch thought the whole thing was great fun and did what he did for no other reason than he was bored. Karin, in all honesty, was getting tired of the havoc and pain Aizen’s little games created, mostly because she ended up having to try to fix things after he’d broken them for his own amusement. While she doubted he’d known the outcome of his actions ahead of time, she could still hate him for it.
She was also getting sick of living in a house where there was so much negative emotion clogging the proverbial drains. Karin, taking a mental headcount, couldn’t find one person under Starrk’s roof that wasn’t angry, upset, grief-stricken or just downright moody.
“I am sorry.” The apology came after ten minutes of Nanao alternately crying and trying to compose her features. “This is unbecoming.”
“It’s alright.” Karin told her. “Look, of…”
She trailed off and turned her gaze forward, in the direction of the front gate. She seemed to be staring blankly at the wall, but Nanao know better. Karin had made it a habit to keep tabs of who was close by, a task made easier with her ‘sight’.
“What is it?” her Taichou asked.
“It would seem that Hana just came through the gate,” Karin responded, giving the woman a reassuring smile.
Nanao made to move, no doubt to get to her daughter, but Karin tightened her grip, keeping Nanao on the couch. Soi Fon, having heard what happened, also put a hand on the other Shinigami’s shoulder, shaking her head as if to tell her ‘don’t get up’.
“Let her come to us,” Karin instructed Nanao, narrowing her eyes and putting on her ‘trust me’ face. Ironically, she’d learned that one from Nanao herself. “Confronting her just might make her run or clam up,” she added wisely.
Nanao sighed, abandoning her first instinct, which was to go to her daughter. Nevertheless, she still clenched her hands into fists in her lap, her knuckles white and trembling. Karin tracked Hana’s reiatsu as she moved thorough the Estate, heading towards the library, where Jushiro and Ajuga were busy practicing calligraphy.
Ajuga had suddenly shown less interest in the art, which set off all kinds of alarms in Karin’s mind and told her that it wasn’t just some passing moodiness. Of course, she’d had to take the same medicine she’d prescribed to Nanao as far as not pushing her own child for answers. Instead, Karin let her daughter be, giving Ajuga time to come to either herself or Grimmjow with her troubles when she was ready.
“It looks like she‘s going to talk to Jushiro,” Karin announced, loosening the grip she had on Nanao. Her Taichou nodded and there was more than just a little relief in her voice.
“I hope she decides to stay. I was getting ready to go pound on the Third’s door if need be to see her.”
“I am sure Harribel would appreciate that,” Karin retorted dryly, rolled her eyes, but then paused and whipped her head around to look at Soi Fon, who looked back at her with no small amount of puzzlement at the abrupt change in the human woman’s demeanour.
OF COURSE!
Karin leaped up from the couch and smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand. “Why didn’t I see it before? I swear I’m such an idiot!”
Nanao and Soi Fon shared a confused look before turning their attention back to Karin.
“See what?” Nanao asked, since Soi Fon could not.
“Harribel! She only has one Claim to her name, Toshiro! If anyone would be a feminist, it would be her. She should be safe. You heard about what she did to the morons that went after Vindula-chan! Her fraccion absolutely adore Szayel’s little girl. If there’s one place you would be safe, it would be with her!”
Karin’s smacked her fist into her palm. “What more, if she and her pack accept you, your child will be even safer than with Tatsuki and Tesra.”
Both of the Shinigami on the couch stared up at her in shock, before Nanao laughed softly and shook her head and Soi Fon’s eyes finally had a little hope in them for a change.
“I’d never considered Hana’s mistress, but you’re right.”
“I can check with Toshiro and ask him to bring it up with her tomorrow. We still have a little time to work things out, to see if she’s even interested. If what Toshiro grouched about a time or two was true, taking a woman under her wing definitely won’t be a problem,” Karin continued. “She might even accept you just to spite Barragan. According to Ajuga-chan, there is no love lost between those two Espada.”
There was definitely hope in Soi Fon’s eyes now, and maybe a glimmer of revenge as well. Karin prayed that Harribel would feel the same way about getting a bit of payback. Ajuga hadn’t told her much, just that during one of their meetings Apache had brought up Harribel’s history with Barragan and she had learned that the old bastard had insisted the female Espada join him, threatening her at every turn unless she submitted. Harribel, accordingly, had spat in Barragan’s eye and told him ‘no’ as many times.
It was a possibility, which was more than she’d had to offer a pregnant Soi Fon earlier in the afternoon. Whether it was a real solution or not was debatable.
At this point, Karin took a deep breath and decided just to let things be for the rest of the day. Hana was home and speaking with someone, a resolution to Soi Fon’s predicament had presented itself in the form of Hana’s Espada and Jushiro reported that Byakuya had returned to work mark-free and thus far, seemed to have avoided Yammy’s notoriously horrific beatings. Maybe, whatever warning Aizen had beaten in the brute’s head had stuck.
‘Please, if you’re listening Kami, let me catch my breath before the next round,’ she prayed and dared to think that things might finally be looking up.
This updated brought wirelessly to you from inside the bunker. Please enjoy. Also, I should warn the bunker campers that Black Fox is on her way to break me out with her high powered kitchen knives, and she knows how to use them.
Death Match: Kain VRS Black Fox
Weapons of choice: Machete vrs Kitchen Knives
FIGHT!!
I am so pleased you all found the last chapter so gut wrenching, as it was my intent.
Oh, way, way, way back you sent me many a suggestion for a fanficts Mof&f, and while there is one big idea is still one I want to use in a future fict, I have managed to incorporate a bit of it into this fict, but it won’t be brought up for a long time.
Next Chapter: Ajuga and Grimmjow have a heart to heart talk about the things that are bothering her.
This Weeks Question: What is your favourite ‘Halloween’ movie? Mine is a toss up between Sleepy Hollow (with Jonney Depp) and Hocus Pocus (with Bette Midler). I also usually watch Ghostbusters 1&2 and The Nightmare Before Christmas in the week leading up to Halloween.
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