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The Real King	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48388 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Diversion

Karin could very easily be described as tomboyish. She wasn�t fond of dresses or kimonos, although she would wear them if the occasion was right; such as festivals. She wasn�t into dolls or cooking. Oh she can cook, but she didn�t get the satisfaction from it that Yuzu did. No, she much preferred to be out and about and active. Her mind set was rather masculine, and as such she understood boys better than other members of her own sex.

Yuzu was soft and kind hearted, but that didn�t mean that the preteen couldn�t put a grown man into tears when she did decide to show her well hidden, inner core of firmness. Yuzu used her charming, soft personality like a weapon. She could manipulate every person in her family with an art with the exception of Ichigo, he often managed to side step her artful manipulations and now she understood why. Responsibility was a powerful shield to her skilful manipulations.

Thus both girls noted the same thing about their brother�s pack. When they had first been introduced the girls had noticed that the group acted very much like the pack of wolves they had studied in school. Szayel had clearly been the submissive Omega with their brother and Grimmjow acting as the Alpha pair. Than Yylfordt and Tesra had been added and the two girls had also been incorporated into the pack. Karin and Yuzu had both noticed the shifting of ranks, although for different reasons.

Szayel, despite his weakened state, had risen in rank while Tesra now held the place as pack Omega, along side Yuzu. For some reason it was always an unmated male and female that held the rank of Omega. Tesra technically was mated, but he still took the role of a submissive Omega. Just because hollows functioned similarly to a wolf pack didn�t mean there weren�t differences. After that the ranks took a bit more scrutinizing and both girls felt that the middle ranks shifted a bit and hadn�t quite settled yet.

One thing Karin and Yuzu both agreed with though was that, once he fully recovered, Szayel would probably rise to the top rank below the Alpha Pair, but since he was so weakened and currently focused on the cubs he held the rank just above the two Omega�s. This left Karin and Yylfordt to via for the spot below the Alpha pair, and which one held that spot seemed to shift from encounter to encounter and with whoever was in the room at the time.

Oddly enough their father wasn�t considered a member of the pack. While Isshin did enjoy spending time with his Grandchildren, he was still a busy Doctor that owned his own clinic so he didn�t get a lot of free time.

�You look like you are doing some heavy thinking,� Szayel commented sleepily from his place curled up in the main den�s nest.

Karin had taken it upon herself to come over every spare afternoon she got so they could watch the cubs and let both Szayel and Tesra get some much needed rest. The days she couldn�t Orihime, Tatsuki or Yuzu would. Their group effort was paying off, giving Szayel and Tesra a few hours to themselves.

Tesra usually spent that time sleeping, cleaning up the den or with Yuzu if the girl was here. Oddly enough, the pack Omega felt more comfortable around the young human girl than he did around the other Arrancar and both of them were quickly becoming friends.

Szayel frequently used that time to take a relaxing bath, clean himself up, and than catch his journals up. His once limp hair was starting to regain it lustre and his pale skin was starting to regain colour. His body, and mind, still bore many scars from his trial at H�tsu�s claws, but they were slowly fading. It would take years, but Isshin had assured his worried girls that they would eventually fade away to be nothing more than very faint marking, most even disappearing completely. The other part of that free time was used to work on the device that would permit Ichigo to attend school in his soul form.

�I was just musing over how the pack dynamics seemed to have changed,� she answered honestly.

�Ah, an interesting physiological study. Tell me, what have you determined about this oddly gathered pack?� he questioned curiously.

She gave him her observations, making sure that he understood it wasn�t personal vanity that placed her high in the pack, but observation. Not that holding such a high rank didn�t give her a small puffing out of pride, but she tried to tamper it down.

�Very observant,� he agreed with her.

�It doesn�t bother you that a human girl holds a higher standing?� she questioned curiously.

�Once, perhaps,� he confirmed, �but you could say that the last several months have brought some rather humbling lessons and experiences.�

Karin had stumbled across his first journal once when she had been helping clean up the large den. What little she had read, not to mention the large number of blood and tear stains marring the pages, had sent her running to the bathroom fighting back racking sobs and had the added bonus of given her many sleepless nights.

�Do you wish you could go hunting with the others?� she questioned.

�No,� he gave her a small smile. �I never really enjoyed the hunt like most of my brethren. As I told you before, I am a different breed. I would much sooner hunt the answer to a curious question of nature than a mindless, screaming creature to eat.�

Their conversation was cut short when the cubs realized Szayel was awake and came running towards them, letting out plaintiff hunger noises. Hijastro and Cachorro pawed at him, nuzzling his shirt and trying to get at his chest.

�Come here you,� Karin snagged her nephew, who squirmed in her grasp and complained madly about being picked up and moved away from his meal source. He didn�t complain too long though as Karin offered him a bottle full of previously pumped milk.

It had been Yuzu who had questioned why Szayel didn�t just pump like most breastfeeding women did. Not to mention that they would than be able to study the actual milk used to feed the cubs instead of randomly trying to make something based on other creatures milk. Needless to say both Szayel and Kisuke had stunned, sheepish looks on their faces at the suggestion. To think a little girl came up with an answer too geniuses hadn�t. Szayel had argued in his defence that it wasn�t until recently that any level of hollow had access to technology and the thought of pumping milk was completely unheard of. Kisuke, on the other hand, had no defence and was ridiculed merciless for not thinking of it.

They hadn�t managed to make a suitable replacement that Cachorro and Hijastro would accept yet, but at least the others could now help feed the cubs on occasion. The cubs were ravenous and Szayel could only pump so much, but at least every bottle feeding gave him another minor break. Karin was also positive that Ichigo, at least, took great delight in being more actively involved with his son�s feeding. She couldn�t tell about Grimmjow, but the Arrancar was definitely a growing active participant in the cubs wrestling matches.

�Is that yummy, Cachorro-kun?� Karin asked sweetly.

Cachorro didn�t answer, but the vigorous way he was sucking at the bottle suggested it was good. With only one cub assaulting him now it was easier for Szayel to brush his yukuta aside so Hijastro could get to the nipple she was searching for. Ternero was crying for food too, summoning Tesra from the laundry room where he had been doing everyone�s bedding with Yuzu. Ternero spotted his returning parent and abandoned them for the more reliable source of food.

�Laundry almost done?� Karin asked.

�Two more loads,� Tesra answered as he joined them with his son, bottle in hand with cub firmly latched on. �Yuzu is just folding the latest load.�

After the cubs finished eating everyone was pulled into a game of tackle tag, even Szayel. It was the first time Karin had ever seen him play, or even seem happy for that matter. Tackle tag lasted about half an hour before it turned into a giant wrestling match, which Yuzu was quick to extract herself from. The laundry needed to be switched around so she used that as her excuse to get out of a sport she wasn�t fond of.

Ichigo considered himself a responsible person. Heck, he had shouldered more responsibility than many retired seniors thanks to his role as a substitute Shinigami and his involvement in stopping Aizen�s attempt as genocide. Than there were the rescue missions he had lead. Add being a young father attending his first year of college and he was lucky to get even a moment to himself. Fortunately, there were people in his life who made sure that he got that moment. The best one at it was his mate, Grimmjow.

Grimmjow could pretend to be a tough bastard all he wanted, but Ichigo knew he was a rather needy creature who craved Ichigo�s attention, be it while their Zanpkauto�s were locked in a sparing match or their lips locked in intimacy. Oddly enough, Ichigo had noticed that a good number of the first ended in the later.

Grimmjow, unlike himself, was not so much of a responsible person. The Arrancar was more into the here and now than he was into taking responsibility for either his actions or anything else assigned to him. Now this did not mean that he was irresponsible to the point of detriment. When it came to Cachorro�s care Grimmjow never skimped. It just meant that, unlike the hybrid, Grimmjow had no problems taking a few extra minutes, or an hour, getting back to the den when their home was secure and their cubs safe. And that is what led Ichigo to his current predicament, not that he was complaining too much about it anymore and his protest hadn�t lasted overly long. It was hard to think about things like responsibility when all of his blood had abandoned his brain and rushed south.

Grimmjow found himself getting restless. He�d already finished hunting for the day and returned to their den, only to discover that Ichigo hadn�t returned from his study session with the Quincy yet. After spending some time with Cachorro, the cub was starting to grow quickly and was already the size of an ocelot, he�d sent the cub to bed as it was getting late. Szayel and his daughter still nested in their den with them so Cachorro went without too much of a fight, curled up with his half sister and the Natural Beta. Szayel wasn�t overly happy about being �sent to bed� early when he wanted to keep working on the device that would permit Ichigo to be visible in his soul form, something the Scientist�s was actually fairly certain he could do in a timely matter if he could only GET the time to actually work in his lab.

Grimmjow did try to understand Ichigo�s obsession with this school thing he went on about, but he just didn�t get it. Why did anyone need anything beyond basic addition, subtraction, multiply and dividing? Who cared what happened hundreds of years ago, how was that going to help him hunt down the next meal? He could understand gaining medical knowledge, as that did have a practical use, but why did Ichigo need to study some story written by some old guy ages ago, and worse, pick it apart to find some hidden meaning in the words that only existed in the teachers imagination? The whole thing was a waste of Ichigo�s time, time the teen could be spending with his family, with their cub, with him.

Ichigo was burning himself out with all of this studying and, even though the teen tried, it was very clear that Ichigo was exhausted by the time he got home and barely had any energy to spare their son, let alone him. In fact, it almost seemed to Grimmjow that Ichigo was spending more time with Szayel and Ishida than he was with him, and that was just not going to fly. Ichigo was his mate, not Szayel�s and certainly not some puny human boy.

With his cub safely tucked in, Grimmjow escorted Ichigo�s sisters home, not because he felt they needed the protection (granted the black haired one was starting to get powerful enough to attract attention and something was going to have be done about it soon), but because Ichigo was currently somewhere just off to the right and way past their house anyway.

The girls chatted, more for Yuzu�s sake as she was still nervous around him, on the way home. He followed behind them, weary for any sign of danger while tracking Ichigo�s location just to make sure that the teen didn�t move on him. Not that Ichigo was hard to track. In a town full of only a dozen people who even had reiatsu that was noticeable if you were standing on top of them, Ichigo blazed like the sun did from Venus.

Yuzu thanked him for walking them home while Karin just offered him a vague kind of laid back, half wave thing. Isshin was waiting for them at the door and offered him a small nod of his head in greeting. Grimmjow returned it only because this former Shinigami was his mate�s father and, despite his appearances, Isshin was rather powerful. This was also the man who had save Hijastro�s life and, though he would deny it to his dying breath, Grimmjow had grown fond of his son�s sister.

He was halfway to Ichigo�s location when he felt the teen start to move away from the Quincy�s house, or at least what he presumed was the Quincy�s house. It could very well be a library or café for all he knew or cared.

They crossed paths in one of Kurkara�s more wooded parks. The only light came from the distant city lights reflecting off of a few wisps of clouds and the many stars that dotted the sky. There had never been stars in Hueco Mundo and one could lose themselves staring at them without ever realizing it. There was no moon tonight and that was more disconcerting than the bright light and size of a full moon. The moon had been a part of his life for so long that he had never noticed it�s impact on him life until it was suddenly no longer there.

�Is something wrong?� Ichigo asked concerned as the two of them walked up to each other, meeting under the swaying branches and rustling leaves of a half bear Sakura tree, most of its leaves having been pulled off by the cool fall breeze over the last week.

�Just the fact your ass is never around,� he grunted, letting his annoyance show through without any dampening. �If you ain�t careful I�ll pull control of this pack out from right under your book crossed eyes,� he taunted.

Ichigo sighed, but didn�t argue with him, a clear indicator to just how tired the teen was. Ichigo was trying to fight too many wars on too many fronts and it was spreading the hybrid so thin he was starting to become transparent. This school nonsense, being a father, leading a pack, all of it was starting to wear the hybrid down. In fact, if it was anytime he would stand a real good chance of taking the role of Alpha it would be now. Cachorro was old enough now that they were starting to have to be careful in instigating intercourse least they start up the ritual by accident.

That lead his mind down another track, one he never would have even considered before meeting Ichigo. Before he wouldn�t have even given it a second thought, in fact he wouldn�t have even cared about another person�s feelings on the matter. But now that he was a quickly evolving Arrancar, such thoughts and concerns slithered their way into his mind.

Szayel. There was no guarantee that Szayel would stay with them forever. Once Hijastro was old enough to fend for herself there would no longer be such a powerful, tying factor keeping the Natural Beta in the pack. Before Ichigo he wouldn�t have even given Szayel the chance to leave having learned what he was. Natural Beta�s were strongly sought after due to their parenting capabilities and once mated or put into a pack they were seldom permitted to leave.

But he just knew that Ichigo would never, nor permit anyone, to forcefully make someone stay. Szayel had said he didn�t plan on going anywhere, but that didn�t mean he might not change his mind down the road. So far Szayel was the only one capable of feeding any of his potential cubs. Another thing he never would have considered before Ichigo was how Sazyel would feel nursing all of their cubs while remaining barren himself. There was no one that Grimmjow knew that would be able to dominate the former Espada other than himself and Ichigo. Szayel may be a Naturally Born Beta, but strength mattered as well and right now there was no one stronger than Ichigo and Ichigo clearly had no interest in Szayel, at least not sexually.

Ichigo started walking again, breaking Grimmjow out of his thoughts as he snapped his arm out to stop Ichigo from walking away. It wasn�t often the two of them were alone together anymore. When Ichigo was home the cubs ate up a lot of his attention. After all, Ichigo considered Hijastro his and he tried to give his daughter as much attention as he did their son.

�Where do you think you are going, Kurosaki?� Grimmjow taunted.

�Home, to sleep,� Ichigo answered exhaustively before seeming to perk up and look him in the eye. �Why, did you have another idea?� the teen questioned with just a hint of suggestion in his voice.

�A few options came to mind,� Grimmjow smirked at him.

�Really?� Ichigo closed the distance between them until they were practically breathing the same air. �And what might those options be?� he questioned.

�I was thinking of kicking your ass, and then fucking it,� Grimmjow taunted, his smirk widening as Ichigo rolled his eyes but didn�t admonish him for the use of language. The cubs weren�t around so Ichigo couldn�t use his normal excuse to complain about it.

�That would never happen,� Ichigo taunted.

�Why, because you think your better than me?� Grimmjow demanded, feeling his old anger rising.

�No, because there is no chance in hell I would ever let you win and than have to suffer listening to H�tsu moan and scream about it for hours on end,� Ichigo answered.

Grimmjow couldn�t help but to throw back his head and let out a bark of a laugh, knowing Ichigo was right. Hell, H�tsu would probably manifest as often as he could just so he could rant to both of them about it. There was no denying that Ichigo was stronger, and in the Hollow world the strong didn�t just offer themselves up to the weak.

And yet� an Alpha never treated a Beta the way Ichigo had him. He recalled all too well the argument they�d had shortly after Szayel�s arrival about being a beast. Despite himself, Grimmjow was starting to understand more about what several of the higher ranked Espada had been going on about; granted they had been fully evolved Vasto Lorde and, in most cases, had time to deal with the full return of their emotions. Granted, Grimmjow wasn�t certain if Ulquiorra had been a Vasto Lorde before Aizen found him. He definitely knew Starrk had been and strongly suspected that Harribel and Nel had been as well, or at least very close to that final stage before becoming Arrancar. Nel especially based on her highly advanced thinking and emotions. Either that or she was special� or also a Natural Beta, they did tend to have more social qualities. Huh, funny how he never thought of that until now.

�Tell H�tsu he needs to evolve a bit.�

Ichigo chuckled with him this time, before bursting into a deeper laugh, no doubt at something H�tsu had said. Or possibly Zangetsu. Grimmjow briefly wondered what it would be like if Pantera was able to talk to him, if his blade was more than a simple sealing of his powers. Judging by some of the expressions Ichigo got on his face at times, perhaps it was better not to know.

�I agree. Now about this spare time,� Ichigo moved forward that last little bit so their bodies were pressed together.

Grimmjow felt his thoughts pulled back to the present and felt his hakama start to get a little too tight. He was going to have to get a bigger pair because this was becoming a rather large problem lately.

It didn�t take them long to discard their clothing and find a comfortable, yet somewhat concealed, patch of grass. Dimly Grimmjow noted that his back was going to be covered in grass stains from his squirming, but as long as Ichigo kept assaulting his thighs with those little nips and the tip of his leaking shaft with those little licks of his tongue, he could live with the grass stains.

His hands were going to need some good cleaning too as they were clenching and clawing at the grass beside him in pleasure. He would sooner have tangled them in Ichigo�s hair, but at the rate he was clawing up the turf the teen�s scalp would have been shredded. Damn Ichigo sure knew how to make him squirm, even if the teen was half exhausted.

Ichigo didn�t pay too much attention to his aching shaft, probably thanks to H�tsu, and all too quickly his Alpha was nipping his way up Grimmjow�s chest, leaving a trail of teeth marks in his wake. The straight line deviated when it grew abreast of his nipples. The wet, hot mouth evolved his left nipple while a strong hand assaulted the other. Ichigo�s free hand didn�t remain idle either, and instead took up tormented his swollen head in place of the tongue that had been tormenting him earlier.

His precum spread easily and the sensitive tip trembled as a calloused thumb rubbed enticingly against it. His nipples hardened in a painfully pleasurably manner as they were tormented and teased. Despite himself, little gasps of pleasure escaped his mouth, although it was the odd, low moan that would have left him feeling mortified had he the remaining thought capacity to be mortified.

He was so far gone under Ichigo�s ministrations that he never even noticed the dew slowly collecting on their bodies as the evening wore on and Ichigo continued his slow torment, occasionally switching which nipple got his mouth�s attention. By the time Ichigo finally continued his kissing, nipping path up to the Alpha�s favourite latching point on his bared throat, he was already ready to cum and covered in far more sweat than dew. He felt light headed from the lack of oxygen his panting was causing. In fact, the moment Ichigo�s teeth pierced the skin above his jugular he would have cum had Ichigo�s hand not clamped firmly around the base to stop it.

He thrashed now, has claws digging into Ichigo�s skin as he tried to dislodge the hand holding him back from his release. Blood ran down the shredded forearm, but Ichigo didn�t seem to mind and the warm, sticky substance touching his dew and sweat soaked body just turned him on all the more.

�Kurosaki,� he tried to snarl, but it came out more like a pleading whine that punctured some fairly deep holes in his ego. Damn he hated the hybrid about as much as he loved him.

He could feel the smirk against his throat and Ichigo finished that kissing trek to his mouth. Their lips locked and their tongue warred with each other, He could taste his own blood on Ichigo�s tongue and he felt his shaft pulse again before subsiding a bit. They duelled there between their lips for a short while before he felt a slick finger begin to probe his entrance.

They didn�t have oil here and it was too warm to be the dew. It felt a little thicker than water so he doubted it was sweat. He completely lost the tongue war when he realized Ichigo was using his own blood from his shredded forearm to prepare his Beta since they didn�t have the oil they usually used. It was back in the den. He never recovered and lost the next tongue thrusting war when one finger became two, than three right after as Ichigo worked on stretching him.

The teens free hand remained clamped around his shaft and he lost the third round of the tongue war as the special gland buried inside of him was attacked by a questing finger. He suddenly found himself flipped onto his chest but he didn�t have the capability to fight back as Ichigo expertly assaulted that pleasure spot inside of him, leaving him a panting mess of moans. His chest quickly followed his back in being covered in grass stains.

Grimmjow had never noticed how nice and soft grass was, nor how wonderful it smelt until now. His nose was buried in it and the dew just made it smell richer. It was the only thing he had to help him focus on something other than the blinding pleasure Ichigo was giving him, the only thing to help steady him from utter blissful oblivion as Ichigo was no longer denying him release and he refused to use his own hands to clamp down on his own shaft.

Ichigo hovered over him, those three fingers still buried deep within and assaulting him. It was getting late enough, and thus cold enough, that he could see his own breath as he panted, and yet his body was so flushed in pleasure that he never noticed the chill in the air. Ichigo didn�t torment him too long like that before the fingers were removed and a thicker, warmer object began to penetrate him. Ichigo let out a sigh of pleasure of his own now as his shaft sank deep into his Beta. Once fully seated Ichigo pulled him up a bit so he was on his knees as it gave the teen a much better angle with which to thrust into him.

Barely three thrust in and already he was ready to cum. Ichigo�s aim was still as true as ever and he sometimes wondered how in the hell the teen did it. His entire body was racked with pleasure, each thrust into the sensitive spot inside of him sent shocks of pleasure racing through out his entire body. His arms trembled and he found himself laying chest first against the grass, unable to support his own weight under the assault of pleasure that coursed through him. Each pant brought in a fresh taste of the dew damp grass he was laying against and his chest quickly became as stained as his back. Something about the smell of the grass just made the pleasure seem that much sharper. It was unlike anything he�d every experienced.

Ichigo picked up the pace and they started to move across the grass, the blades slicked by the dew made the grass rather slippery and definitely helped with the travel. It wasn�t long before they found themselves before one of the park benches. He barely had time to register the fact there was an object in their path before a hand was tangled in his hair and pulled him back flush against the one pounding into him.

Ichigo paused, still buried deep inside him, as the teen shifted them around a bit until he was kneeling over the bench. Then, in a manoeuvre that he couldn�t even follow, he found himself in Ichigo�s lap, straddling the teen and effectively putting him on top. Ichigo didn�t give him much chance to adjust to the new position before he started moving again, thrust up into his mate and latching his teeth onto his favourite part of Grimmjow�s throat.

Griummjow�s head fell back and his sharpened nails dug deep into Ichigo�s shoulders, causing small streams of blood to begin to flow down the teen�s shoulders. Ichigo let out a load moan of delight at the slight pain. His neglected shaft bounced between them and ached with need, but he was unable to move a hand down to take care of it least he lose his balance and tumble out of Ichigo�s lap to land on the grass.

Ichigo must have sensed his dilemma for the teen spared a hand and started to firmly stroke him. The stimulation was getting to be too much for him to handle and he found himself thrusting back against the teen desperately Sweet was rolling down his body now and he was steaming slightly as the cool night air made contact with his inflamed body. Ichigo was steaming slightly now too and the city lights reflecting from the clouds fell around them giving his Alpha an almost mystical glow. As enchanting as Grimmjow found Ichigo, it was nothing compared to how Ichigo felt about his mate, steaming, glowing and silhouetted against starlit, black sky. For the first time since their mating, Ichigo was the one who finished first. Grimmjow came right behind the teen, his seed splashing all over their chests.

When the last spurs were milked from both of them they both went limp, Ichigo leaning against the park bench in even greater exhaustion and Grimmjow slumped against him with his head resting against Ichigo�s neck; a position that he never would have been permitted to take had their mating still been so fresh.

He didn�t want to ruin his good mood but if Ichigo was confident enough to let Grimmjow�s fangs so close to his neck than that meant their mating was almost finished and sex between them was going to have to be much more careful if he didn�t want to have another cub again so soon.

Ichigo suddenly stiffened beneath him and Grimmjow pulled back to note the teen was looking about them with a look of shock and horror on his face before his wild looking about suddenly froze and the teen visibly paled. Frowning, Grimmjow looked over to see what had taken the teens attention and burst into laughter at the stunned, and flushed, faces of two park drunks that were staring at them with mouths agape and obvious tents in their pants; or, more accurately, they were staring at Ichigo as Grimmjow was invisible to them. It must have been one hell of an interesting show.

�It�s not funny,� Ichigo scowled at him, pushing him off of the teens lap as Ichigo made a mad dash for his clothes, his skin a deep crimson in embarrassment.

Grimmjow laid back in the cool grass and stared up at the sky, his body feeling exhausted and still a bit tingly from the after affects of his orgasm. The trance was broken by his clothing and Zanpakuto landing on his chest as Ichigo tossed them down at him.

He moved the fabric from his face and noticed Ichigo was still blushing with that familiar scowl etched firmly on his face and doing his best not to look over to where the two drunks were snickering. Through the scowl and blushes Grimmjow could notice that Ichigo was deadly exhausted, the wild sex having sapped what was left of Ichigo�s strength.

Grimmjow got to his feet and pulled his clothes back on. The two of them walked back to the den in companionable silence. As much fun as it had been sparing with Ichigo, he had to admit that the sex was almost better.

Thank you all so much for the reviews and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I take no blame for any fogged up windows or mirrors nor I hold responsibility for any blood loss and stains associated with said blood loss. I think I am going to do a 5 year time skip for the next chapter, no ETA on it.
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