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

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 8
- 9
- 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings:
1. Yaoi (male x male). Ulquiorra x Ichigo and vice versa. Other pairings?
2. Ichigo – almost 19 years old; Ulquiorra – probably a few hundred as a Hollow and about a decade or so as an Arrancar?
3. Post anime (haven’t read the manga).
4. Alternate Universe.
5. I’m not a native speaker, thus expect various language oddities.
6. I’m not very familiar with all the details in the anime, and I am also new to Bleach fandom, so I will be straying away from the canon quite frequently. I do my research but Bleach is a vast universe that is not so easy to grasp. I must admit, though, that there are also things in the anime that don’t make sense to me and I take the liberty of recreating certain parts of this universe as I see fit.
The Heart in My Hand
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Ash
Part 9
Ichigo muttered angrily under his breath as he rushed back to his house. As he flitted from one rooftop to another, he thought about Kana and her acting. He hadn’t suspected anything. “Damn her,” he grunted. She was one of many, though. Everyone in Xcution had to be dealt with.
When Ichigo was nearly back at his house, he felt a shift in energy and a green Cero shot into the sky. That was Ulquiorra, and Ichigo realized that the Arrancar wasn’t as weak as he had appeared to be. The amount of reiatsu Ulquiorra was emitting now was enough to press an average Hollow flat to the ground. He was matching the amount of energy from the hostile Fullbringer.
The red-head could see the Fullbringer circling Ulquiorra cautiously. The whip in his hand crackled with red energy, but he was hesitant to use it. It was obvious that the intruder wasn’t certain what to do about the situation since they had not expected such fierce resistance.
Drawn out by the noise and voices, people began gathering on the street. They were only able to see the Fullbringers, though – one dead mystically hanging on the fence and another in the middle of the ruined street walking in strange circles.
Ulquiorra had no weapon in hand, but the second Cero that was forming on the tip of his finger was even more dangerous. Determined not to let it hit him, the intruder’s whip lashed out towards Ulquiorra. He was aiming for the hand with the Cero but the Arrancar flash-stepped backwards, the whip hissing past fruitlessly. Ulquiorra jumped onto the roof of the neighboring house. The Fullbringer stayed down on the street. He stared at the Arrancar, then suddenly started flash-stepping in the opposite direction. It was apparent that he had realized he stood no chance against the Arrancar. Not when Ichigo was waiting in the background.
The red-head was surprised by the sudden retreat, but Ulquiorra was already chasing the Fullbringer. As the Arrancar was flash-stepping past the fence, he pulled his Zanpakuto out of the other man’s chest. The Cero he released caught the fleeing Fullbringer on his back, tossing him forward and slamming him face-first into a building. The walls of the house started crumbling and evaporating together with the fading green light. Ulquiorra was already there with his Zanpakuto raised. The knocked down Fullbringer was barely moving, each motion forcing an excruciating groan past his lips. His clothes were singed, burned out and into his body, revealing the bloody mash his back had become.
Ichigo was just in time to wedge himself between Ulquiorra and the Fullbringer. The Arrancar didn’t look surprised at the interference but didn’t step back, his Zanpakuto unfalteringly hovering above the Fullbringer’s bloody back.
“Enough,” Ichigo said. When Ulquiorra didn’t move, he tried to bodily force him to step back. That only resulted in their chests coming flush, the Arrancar ignoring him. They stood like that for a few seconds.
“Why?” Ulquiorra asked suddenly. “Don’t you want him dead? Out of this world?”
“His fate isn’t for me to decide,” Ichigo said, not budging an inch.
Retracting his Zanpakuto and sheathing it, Ulquiorra laughed softly. “Ichigo, you have been trying to do exactly that. Keeping him dead or alive are both decisions sealing his fate. You’re too late, though. He’s already dead.”
Quickly, the red-head turned to look at the Fullbringer. Indeed, he couldn’t feel any life-force anymore. From the bloody, mutilated back, his eyes snapped back to Ulquiorra.
“You…” he hissed.
“Aaaaand cut!” Kisuke’s excited voice echoed from afar. “Cut! Cut! Cut! Amazing! That body looks real! What incredible make-up!”
Startled, Ichigo and Ulquiorra turned to look at the former captain, who was running towards them with Ururu and Jinta in tow. Ururu was holding a video camera while Jinta was carrying a huge microphone. They pushed past everyone who had gathered around the remains of the house and the dead man. Another crowd could be heard clamoring a few hundred meters away, where they were still inspecting the street and the dead body near the fence. Ichigo could hear police sirens.
“That was an awesome scene!” Kisuke shouted, seemingly almost dying from happiness. Facing away from the crowd, he grabbed Ulquiorra by the collar and tugged him close so the Arrancar could read his lips. “You’d better scram,” he muttered. “The Thirteenth Division is about to show up.”
The Arrancar cast a look at Ichigo and then was suddenly gone, his white clothes fluttering as he flash-stepped away. His reiatsu was still felt for some time then disappeared, suppressed. Within a minute of Ulquiorra’s departure, Rukia and three other Shinigami from her division arrived. They immediately created a barrier isolating the real world and creating its copy instead. The sight of Ichigo and Kisuke bewildered them and, naturally, a lot of questions were asked. Ichigo gave a slightly altered version of events where he and his family had been attacked by Fullbringers and Ichigo had been the only one able to defend them.
“Oh,” Ichigo tensed. “There’s another one with Kon in the karaoke café.”
“Not anymore,” Kisuke said, pointing at something in the sky.
Kon hit the ground in front of them with a loud thud and winced at the pain in his legs. He dropped Kana in front of Ichigo.
“I was worried and thought that you might need help,” he explained. “They called for an ambulance, too. I didn’t know what to do.”
“I told you to stay there,” Ichigo grunted. He, however, wasn’t able to muster up any anger. “Karin and Yuzu are safe,” he said instead.
“Oh, that’s good. And where’s that…” Kon trailed off at the sight of Ichigo’s wide eyes and wordlessly moving mouth that was repeating ‘don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t’. “…cat?” he finished.
“It was scared off by the noise,” Kisuke said. “It should come back when the clamor goes down.”
The Thirteenth Division dealt with the situation quickly. They called for backup and, in less than twenty minutes, a new house was standing on the burnt grass, the street was fixed, and people went back to their houses thinking that a tornado had damaged some areas in the neighborhood. No one remembered any dead or strangely acting men. There were a few people who had been taking videos with their phones, but those had been rendered useless by creating a very strong magnetic field throughout the entire area.
If Rukia had any questions, she didn’t voice them. Ichigo was aware that a strong sensation of Cero remains could be felt all over the area. Doubtlessly, the division had also felt Ulquiora’s energy that strongly reminded them of a Hollow’s. Apparently, everyone had quietly agreed that Ichigo was responsible for all of that. Any other time, Ichigo would have felt uncomfortable and awkward, but this time their quick presumption served him well.
The division was about to leave when Orihime appeared. She had excused herself from work as soon as she had felt the strange reiatsu. While she had been running to Ichigo’s house, though, it disappeared. A weird barrier had appeared and when she reached the street where Ichigo lived, the surroundings had a very strange, artificial feeling to them – there wasn’t a living thing in sight and it felt as if time had stopped. It took her some time to realize what it was.
Orihime rushed to Ichigo and the Shinigami. Panting, she stopped in front of them. She started talking but the lack of air made her words incomprehensible and she put her hands on her thighs, leaning forward, trying to catch her breath.
“It’s fine, everyone’s safe,” Rukia said with a grin.
“Oh,” Orihime puffed out. “Oh, tha…that’s gr-great!” Wheezing, she stood like that for some time, then straightened. “What happened?” She cast her eyes around. “Where’s Ul…” she trailed off when Ichigo cleared his throat loudly. “Where are Karin and Yuzu?”
“They’re safe at Urahara Shop,” Ichigo said, not missing how Orihime’s eyes scanned the street. It was obvious that she was looking for Ulquiorra. Beside her, Kon was asking what her plans for the evening were. She didn’t seem to be listening, just nodded when Kon suggested having dinner with everyone.
After Rukia and the other Shinigami said their goodbyes and departed, Ichigo and his friends went to Urahara Shop to see how his sisters were doing. They appeared to be fine, albeit shaken up. Ichigo informed them of the outcome of the fight and what had caused it. What exactly the Fullbringers’ plan entailed and whether there were any more people involved, the Shinigami were going to find out from Kana, who they had taken prisoner.
They gathered in the guest room and Ururu disappeared into the kitchen to make tea for everyone. Ichigo returned to his body and sat quietly, watching his sisters talking with Orihime. There was something very peaceful and relieving about the scene, something incredibly sentimental, and he found that he couldn’t sit still and watch them. He got up and went after Ururu to help her. When he left the room and closed the door, though, he suddenly felt that he couldn’t take another step further, and had to lean against the wall. With a soft sigh, he slid down to the floor. Only now, at the sight of them sound and safe, the adrenaline rush retreated, leaving his legs wobbly and shaky.
Ichigo felt a familiar presence next to him. “You can laugh now,” he said without looking at the Arrancar.
“Why would I?” Ulquiorra asked, opening the door slightly and watching everyone in the guest room talk excitedly. Again, he was struck by the same idyllic scene as the one back then in Kurosaki’s kitchen.
Ichigo grunted and raised his head to look at Ulquiorra. The deep cut in his Hollow mask was even more apparent from up close and the missing fragments made its edges look sharp. Luckily, the strike hadn’t been fatal and the mask was supposed to regenerate quickly. Ichigo grimaced as the mutilated Fullbringer rose in his mind’s eye. He understood why Ulquiorra had shown no mercy, but he wasn’t used to dealing with his enemies in such a gruesome manner. It also bothered him that he kept forgetting how dangerous Ulquiorra was. The Arrancar had killed many; there was also a number of Shinigami amongst the victims.
Despite his damaged mask, Ulquiorra looked refreshed, and there was a towel thrown over his shoulder. His hair was wet, a few droplets hanging onto his neck. His white hakama had damp spots here and there. He had obviously taken a bath in the spring under Urahara Shop. He had probably checked their fridge, too. Ichigo’s eyes trailed down to the sheathed Zanpakuto at Ulquiorra’s side.
“What if Rukia and the others had come here?”
Ulquiorra shrugged. “Why would they?”
“Just to visit.”
“They didn’t.”
“You’re definitely getting comfortable here,” Ichigo pointed out.
“This is the only place where I can take a bath.”
“You can hear me already, can’t you?” Ichigo stated rather than asked.
“Yes. As long as you don’t mumble.”
“I don’t mumble. And you also hid the fact that a lot of your power had returned.”
“I didn’t want to cause too much excitement. Besides, when I woke up, you were at school.”
“University,” the red-head corrected. “I graduated from high school quite a while ago.”
“Whatever.”
“Thank you,” Ichigo said. “I can never thank you enough for saving them.”
Ulquiorra was quiet for some time, and Ichigo thought that maybe he hadn’t heard him, but then the Arrancar shook his head.
“It was just a whim,” he said.
Ichigo grunted. He felt the urge to kick the Arrancar and call him a liar, but he held back since he wasn’t sure if Ulquiorra would take that as a friendly gesture. Instead, he reached his hand out.
“Thank you,” he repeated.
Ulquiorra turned away from the gap in the door and grabbed Ichigo’s hand, pulling him up to his feet.
Ichigo chuckled. “This wasn’t quite what I intend-”
“Ulquiorra! You’re already here!”
Both men started at Orihime’s loud voice. The door flew open and both of them stepped back instinctively. Orihime gasped and stopped on her way at the sight of Ulquiorra’s damaged mask. She gave the Arrancar a quick onceover and the anxiety on her face turned to relief.
“You’re much better already!” she said stepping through the door. “I heard what you did for…” She reached forward with the intention to hug Ulquiorra but stopped at the surprised and uncertain look in his eyes. “..for Yuzu and Karin,’ she continued. “And I grabbed a few buns on my way here.” She ran past them and into the corridor where she ransacked her bag. “I’m sorry there are so few,” she said, returning. “I had to rush.” She held the bag filled with buns in front of her for Ulquiorra to take.

“Thank you,” the Arrancar said, taking the bag. He held it out and shook it lightly. He was about to leave, but Orihime circled him and started pushing him through the door into the guest room.
Grinning to himself, Ichigo followed them into the room. When they sat down at the table, Ururu returned carrying a huge tray filled with cups, spoons, sugar and two teapots. Under Orihime’s insistent gaze, Ulquiorra opened the bag and piled up the buns on the table. There were five in total. They were fresh, filled with raisins and cinnamon. The aroma spread across the room.
“A ‘few’?” Ichigo asked. “How many did you plan to bring? Twenty?”
Ulquiorra’s tea was poured from a different teapot than everyone else’s. He suddenly found himself under the scrutiny of all gathered people; even the Modified Soul that was sitting across the table was watching him with a huge beargrin on his plushy snout. Ulquiorra poked one of the buns. So soft.
“I can’t ea-” Ulquiorra started.
“Ooh, is that a new handbag?” Kisuke exclaimed in a voice full of admiration.
“Uh,” Orihime said, taken aback by the excitement. She looked down at the handbag beside her and patted it, missing the sight of four buns being whisked off the table. “Yeah, I bought it two days ago.”
“Amashing,” Kisuke gargled around a mouthful of bread. “I wantsh to buy a…” he choked and started coughing. “A…a…similar one for Ururshu on hersh birthsday.”
“Are you alright?” Orihime asked worriedly at the sight of Kisuke’s red face. His cheeks were puffed out and tears were streaming down his face. “Wha-”
“Neversh been bettersh!” he assured her, trying not to chew.
Ichigo and Jinta were chewing as fast as they could; Karin had hidden her bun behind her back for later use. Yuzu and Ururu watched them with bored expressions.
“Oh, you’re almost done!” Orihime said contently at the sight of the last bun in Ulquiorra’s hand. “They’re really tasty, aren’t they?”
The Arrancar stared at her for some time, and then nodded. “Yes, thank you.” He nodded again, just in case. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ichigo washing down the remains of the bun with his tea. At least someone benefitted from this. He broke the last bun in half and gave one part to Ururu and the other to Yuzu.
“So generous,” Orihime sighed adoringly. “I’ll bring more tomorrow.”
“Awesome!” Kisuke said. “The more, the better!”
“Shut up, you glutton,” Ichigo muttered.
Ulquiorra thought that the red-head was being hypocritical.
- - -
Despite the fact that he had eaten a bun, Ichigo was looking forward to dinner at home. On their way back to their house, he wondered if it was safe for his sisters to stay there while Xcution members, very likely the mastermind included, were still on the loose. Karin and Yuzu could be kidnapped right off the street on their way to or from school.
Ichigo looked at his sisters, who were chatting with Orihime; Kon was resting happily in Orihime’s arms, his head supported by two soft lulling pillows. The red-head’s eyes traveled to the end of the group, where Ulquiorra was following them quietly. In any case, with his returning father, Ulquiorra, and him, a solution would certainly be found. With that thought, Ichigo’s concerns were put aside and he brightened.
The house had been left unlocked and they quickly filed into the corridor and headed to the kitchen.
“Ah,” Ichigo said when he opened the kitchen door and came face-to-face with his father. Everyone stared at Isshin quietly.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
There was something unusual about his father’s facial expression. Ichigo saw him scan their small group. Isshin’s eyes widened in annoyed surprise.
“Is that a Holl-?” Isshin started pointing at Ulquiorra, but trailed off since the energy didn’t feel quite like that of a Hollow. There was the common white hakama, too. “An Arrancar,” he concluded, even more annoyed. “Well, that, at least, explains this,” he said walking from the door to the fridge. He opened it and moved aside. There was a Hollow inside, dead eyes staring at them in permanent horror. It was a small, green Hollow, and since it didn’t quite fit in the fridge, it was folded in half. It was freshly killed.
Ichigo turned to Ulquiorra. “Oh, for gods’ sakes, just how much do you eat?” he asked in disbelief.
“Quite a lot,” Ulquiorra said.
“Don’t just keep it in the fridge like that!”
“I was getting ready to cook it when those two Fullbringer idiots barged in,” Ulquiorra told him, mild irritation apparent in his voice. “Where else can I put it?”
“Yeah, where else can he put it?” Karin said walking to the fridge and slamming the door shut. Everyone exhaled in relief when the horrid, lifeless stare was hidden. “Would you stop bothering him?”
“I’m not bothering him, he’s bothering me,” Ichigo muttered defensively.
“Explain.”
The voice was on the brink of losing patience. That was quite scary since no one had ever seen Isshin lose his patience.
“Explain why there is an Arrancar in my house,” Isshin repeated, staring at Ichigo. He leaned against the fridge and crossed his arms.
Ichigo and Ulquiorra glanced at each other.
“Well,” Ichigo started, “it’s quite a long st-”
Isshin’s mobile phone started ringing. He tried to ignore it, but it rang insistently without tiring. Intending to reject the call, Isshin pulled the phone out of his pocket. The name on the incoming call made him falter, though. After another moment of hesitation he answered it.
“Yes, Kisuke.”
“Not too bad, but I’m in the middle of something. Can you…”
“Yeah, they’re already back. Why?”
“Oh?”
“Really? Go on.”
“What do you mean?”
Ichigo couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but it had to be something interesting since his father started walking in circles then left the kitchen altogether, heading for the door leading into the clinic.
“I think we’re safe for now,” Yuzu said. “Let’s make dinner. Everyone will be calmer after eating.”
“Yes, yes,” Orihime agreed. She went to the kitchen counter to help Yuzu.
“No,” Ichigo said softly, grabbing Ulquiorra’s sleeve when the Arrancar started to follow them. “Don’t start dismembering it in front of everyone.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s disgusting.”
“Is it?” Ulquiorra asked. He wanted to tell Ichigo that he had seen Yuzu prepare chicken, and that there were many other pieces of meat in the fridge, but then decided that, for the most part, he understood what Ichigo had in mind. Still, humans ate cows, snakes, bugs, dolphins, almost all forms of life, what was so special about a Hollow?
“It’s cannibalism,” Ichigo told Ulquiorra, since he could see that the other man didn’t really get it. “And even if it wasn’t, it’s just… Well, it looks humanoid.”
“Ooohh…” Ulquiorra drawled. “Hm. But I’m not a Hollow.”
Ichigo shook his finger at him. “Now you’re just trying to balance on that tiny difference.”
“It’s not tiny at all!” Ulquiorra protested. “It’s as if you are saying that a Human and a Shinigami is the same thing.”
“They’re not. And that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying… Ahh…” Ichigo trailed off, not finishing, wondering why he was arguing. “Just don’t cut it where they can see. Take it to the basement or something.”
“That’s just creepy, Ichigo!” Karin told him.
“Then do you want him to dismember it here?”
“Well… Not exactly.”
“Yeah, thought so.”
Isshin returned to the kitchen about half an hour later, when dinner was almost ready. His eyes quickly found Ulquiorra and he started walking to the Arrancar. Ulquiorra, who was watching Yuzu masterfully fill bowls, turned to him. Ichigo stopped setting the table and, with the plates in his hands, tensed in alarm.
Isshin grabbed Ulquiorra’s hand and, pressing it between his palms, started shaking the Arrancar’s whole arm. “Thank you so much for saving my daughters! I don’t know what I’d do without them! I’m so sorry I was so inhospitable! Thank you very much! My fridge is your fridge! Keep as many Hollows as you want in there! We are so lucky that Ichigo has a friend like you!”
Ulquiorra tried to back away, but the former Shinigami captain followed him, keeping the pale hand hostage.
“I was just returning a favor,” Ulquiorra finally said, trying to free his hand. He felt strangely uncomfortable.
“So he can stay here?” Ichigo asked carefully.
“Of course he can!” Isshin said excitedly, finally letting go of Ulquiorra’s hand. “Of course he will!” he declared, rushing to his wife’s photograph on the wall. “Oh, honey, such luck!” he exclaimed excitedly while kissing the photograph. “We have a new son in our family!”
Ichigo noticed Ulquiorra staring wide-eyed at him, his face one big question. It was obvious that he didn’t understand what was going on. ‘Don’t ask’, the red-head mouthed silently to the Arrancar. ‘That’s normal’, he added. He turned to look at his father, who was now hugging the photograph and sweet-talking to his wife. Then, from the corner of his eye, Ichigo caught sight of Ulquiorra staring at his own hand. He stared at it for some time as if there was something wrong with it, then, after noticing he was being looked at, lowered it. Avoiding Ichigo’s questioning look, he turned away from Isshin, who had finally let go of his wife’s photograph. Now he rushed to his daughters to give each of them a hug. After that, he tried to hug Ichigo, but the red-head waved him off. Then Isshin rushed back to his wife’s photograph.
Everyone else was used to displays like this and paid Isshin no attention. While Ichigo continued setting the flatware, the girls brought the food to the table. Everyone sat down at the table and started eating. Except Ulquiorra, who glared at Ichigo during the entire meal.
“So you can hear already?” Orihime said excitedly. ‘That’s wonderful!”
“Yes, it is,” Ulquiorra agreed.
“I’m telling you, he’s gonna kill us all!” Kon warned. He was standing on Orihime’s lap, head barely seen from under the tabletop. “He saved them just to gain our trust!”
“Behave yourself,” Orihime admonished Kon with a light pull of the ear. “Your jokes are going too far.”
“This is no joke!” Kon sputtered. “Now he’s barged into the family! He’ll lay low for a while, and then voila! We have a massacre here!”
Ichigo groaned. “Would you shut up already?”
“I won’t! Listen to me!” Kon demanded. “I know that… Ah…” he trailed off when a Cero started forming at the tips of Ulquiorra’s fingers. “Umm…”
“If you don’t shut up,” Karin told him, “the massacre will start right now, but you’ll be the only one getting killed.”
Isshin turned to Ulquiorra. “We can’t have that. That,” he said, pointing at the green ball on Ulquiorra’s fingertips, “will take out the entire wall and half the ceiling. No Ceros in the house.”
“Ha!” Kon grinned, jumping onto the table to do a small dance. He nearly knocked over Orihime’s teacup. “My win,” he bragged.
“Yes,” Ulquiorra agreed, extinguishing the Cero. “For now.” Not without satisfaction, he noticed Kon’s eyes cross in fear for his future.
The rest of dinner passed in a pleasant hum of content voices and chewing. Isshin shared his experience at the seminar and, overall, seemed to be very satisfied with it.
“You have to visit the city,” he was saying. “Such a beautiful park! There were so many ducks in the river, too! And the people are so pleasant!”
“Did you actually learn anything useful at the seminar?” Ichigo asked after a bout of information about the city.
“Of course I did!” Isshin said. “Some very useful things! I’ll share everything tomorrow,” he promised the girls.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Orihime asked when she saw that the Arrancar was just sitting at the table without touching anything.
“Ask Ichigo,” Ulquiorra said with a roll of his eyes.
Orihime turned to the red-head but Ichigo pretended to be very busy with the fishbone in his fillet, then went to make more tea for everyone.
They finished eating, lingered around the table to talk about this and that and then dispersed into their rooms, or, in Orihime’s case, houses. Kon borrowed Ichigo’s body to see her off.
“I’ll come tomorrow,” Orihime promised Ulquiorra before going into the corridor. “You have to eat more. Those buns are good, but they’re just buns. You’re improving quickly, but still… Are you taking those vitamins I gave you?”
“N-”
“Of course he is,” Ichigo told her. “And he drinks lots of milk and exercises every day, don’t you?”
“N-”
“Of course you do!” Ichigo said.
“Whatever.”
TBC
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