Pretty Dead Things

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, 'cause it was hard as hell to write. Enjoy. I'm too tired to warn you about anything.

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Pretty Dead Things

Chapter 4: Door # 24

His cell was only five paces long. Five. It wasn’t even worth getting worked up about. But really, it was too small. Just a little. Not that he was claustrophobic. No, that certainly wasn’t the case. He just…didn’t like small spaces. But hell, he was a ninja, and he could handle it. They just liked to keep him in the smallest cell on the hall to mess with his mind. It wasn’t working, damn it…

So…if it wasn’t working, then why was he pacing? Five steps, turn. Five steps, turn. Okay, so maybe it was working. A little. At least he hadn’t been summoned for a few weeks. The last thing he wanted was to have to be at the mercy of a sick, twisted bastard that killed the Sandaime. A small smile twisted at his lips as he thought of how he had given Orochimaru that scar. It had actually been quite satisfying. Kabuto had been unable to heal it, and the gash had to mend on its own. That gave all of the snake’s pets a week of peace. And if there was one thing the man in cell 24 knew, it was that the others were mostly younger than himself, and did not need to be someone’s sex toy. At least he was used to it.

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Orochimaru leaned back in his seat, listening to the report of one of the jounin. He sighed. It was annoying. The man had nothing to say, and yet he kept talking. But it was, perhaps fortunate that he had mastered the art of ignoring someone while still seeming to pay rapt attention. His mind wandered, instead, to the absolutely delicious man that he was going to break that night.

After having witnessed the potency of the aphrodisiac that Kabuto had mixed, he was more than willing to try it on the less cooperative specimens he had. What better test than his most…stubborn plaything? Though he would have liked to simply get up from his place right now, it would not be possible. Perhaps he was micro-managing, but he liked to get all of his news first-hand, rather than from someone else. That way, if someone needed to be killed for incompetence, he could take care of it right then. It was so much more efficient that way!

As the man blathered on, he wondered if he should take a bit of the drug himself. From what Kabuto said, it increased sensitivity to the point of madness. To be completely honest, he hadn’t had the opportunity to just let go since his last romp with Shikamaru. His eyes tried to close at the thought of it. He had thought he would die from that orgasm. If he allowed the younger man to do that again, he was going to have to insist upon him not making him bleed, though. It had been rather uncomfortable to attempt walking after that. He’d even had to get Kabuto to examine him.

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“Hold still, Naruto-kun…”

Jab.

“Aaaaagh!” The young man’s face contracted in pain, and his scream echoed through the corridor. Kabuto clicked his tongue as the short blonde struggled against the taught chains. He really did need to learn to stay still during his examinations…and did it hurt that much? The physician simply did not understand, after all that Orochimaru had done to this young man…how he could still scream in pain.

Using his chakra to move the probe, he searched the younger man’s insides. The arrangement of his organs was normal…As were their size. The leader on the mechanized probe slipped further into the insertion spot—between his third and fourth ribs on the right side—and Kabuto looked at the small monitor he’d brought. “Hmm…” he mused, sending the probe toward Naruto’s liver. “This is not what I expected. There don’t seem to be any permanent changes. Everything looks normal.” Again, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “You disappoint me, Naruto-kun.”

The silver-haired man placed a hand over the insertion spot, forcing healing chakra into supple skin and lean muscle as he removed the probe. Naruto tensed again, shying away from where the snake-like leader was retracting into the transmitter base. “Gah…” Naruto choked out as the thing left his body, then glared over his shoulder at Kabuto. “Are you finished?”

Pushing up his glasses, Kabuto smiled benignly. “Yes. For now.” There would be more tests later on, and he would be certain to perform them slowly. Naruto’s screams were divine. He gathered his equipment, making certain to get everything. When it was all inside the case he’d brought, he closed the metal lid, snapping it shut. “I will come back tomorrow. Unfortunately, the next procedure I have planned will be a bit more…invasive.” He raised his gloved hand, rough fingertips stroking flawless skin—graced with a naturally healthy glow he marveled at—on the younger man’s chest.

Though he did not understand Orochimaru’s choice for most of his toys, he could certainly comprehend the attraction of possessing one such as Naruto. Nearly limitless power trapped within a single being, yet it was unable to be used…and, Naruto’s intolerance for pain was beautiful. The way his face twisted in moments of agony made Kabuto’s blood heat. His fingers slid lower, caressing tight muscles along Naruto’s stomach before tracing the mark that kept that immense power inside his small body. If he concentrated just right, he could feel it, trying to break free. The thought of dominating such a power was beginning to intoxicate him, to make him yearn for it.

Hand dipping lower still brushing over golden hair at the base of Naruto’s involuntary erection (attained from the pain of the medical procedure he’d just performed), he heard the younger boy growl. “Hands off the goods, asshole.”

“Oh, now, what language, Naruto-kun…” Kabuto leaned forward, careful to stay well away from the younger man’s face, and ran his lips over stretched pectoral muscles. Were he to come too close to Naruto’s mouth, he might end up with a severed jugular. But Naruto wasn’t the only dangerous person in the room. “If you behave, I won’t hurt you. Even though I do so love to hear you scream,” his tongue flashed out, running over one of Naruto’s nipples. The taste of the skin beneath his lips was heavenly, and he could not resist savoring it for a bit longer. Kabuto ran his tongue down, down, and down, hearing Naruto growling some of the foulest obscenities he had heard since before Tayuya was killed.

Tasting the skin of spread thighs, Kabuto almost shivered. It was like eating ice cream. He couldn’t get enough. That addictive taste was suddenly gone when he felt a hand grip his hair and haul him up from his kneeling position, feet scrabbling for purchase on the stone beneath them. After a moment, his feet left the floor, and he heard a very familiar voice. Hot breath next to his ear sent shivers through him as the voice said, “I suppose I should have gone on my daily walk a bit sooner? You seem to be mistaking someone else’s property for your own, Kabuto.”

His neck was beginning to hurt, as it was painfully arched. He grunted, “Ah…Sasuke-kun…would it be possible for you to put me down?”

Kabuto’s feet hit the floor with a rapidity that surprised him, but he was not released. That same dark growl came next to his ear again, accompanied by the warning click of teeth gnashing, “Get your little bag and get out, asshole. And if you ever touch him again, I’ll hurt you in ways that you never even imagined, and that your healing abilities won’t be able to cope with.” Kabuto, being fully aware of the amount and types of damage the young Uchiha could do, nodded vehemently. His hair suddenly lost tension as the hand left it.

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As Sasuke watched the medic run from the room, he released his Sharingan. Sighing, he reached up, smashing the camera for Naruto’s cell. Small bits of plastic and glass showered the floor near the cell’s entrance. The next thing he did was take hold of the wheel that would release the slack on the chains holding the other nin.

“Sasuke?” Naruto said in a questioning tone, his arms falling to his sides when the chain came clinking down from the holes in the walls.

“Naruto,” he said calmly as he unrolled the blanket he’d brought with him, “Can you sit with me?” The confused look in blue eyes made him smile just a little. “I want to…talk to you.” Hesitantly, Naruto stepped onto the surface of the soft, smooth cloth and settled himself at the very edge, away from Sasuke.

“What about?”

There were few things he liked more about Naruto than he did his innocence. It was nearly unbelievable that the fair-haired young man had not sensed the utterly possessive nature of his altercation with Kabuto, even if it was Naruto. Then again, the way his former friend was looking nervously at him at this very moment was a bit telling, and what it said was that Naruto knew something was up. Not that he would actually catch on to the situation until Sasuke wanted him to…

“I wanted to apologize about the last time I was here.”

Confusion rose in Naruto’s eyes again. “Why?”

Sasuke scooted closer to Naruto and lowered his voice. “I…took advantage of the situation, Naruto. I’m sorry.” He remembered well the way he had held the other’s body against his; how he had taken Naruto’s lips again and again in desperate, blinding need. Sasuke remembered wanting…needing more. But he had been unwilling to take. He couldn’t. There was still a level to which he would not sink, in his quest for retribution and acceptance.

Chains rattled lightly as Naruto shifted. The cut on Naruto’s lip had healed, returning his lips to the soft, pinkish perfection that they always had been. White teeth chewed at the lower of those lips, and Sasuke looked away. There were some things that were simply too tempting. Naruto said quietly, “Sasuke, did you suddenly become stupid?”

His eyes returned to looking at Naruto’s face. “Excuse me?”

As he watched, powerless to move, Naruto shuffled on his knees over to where he sat. “I didn’t stutter, bastard. I asked if you were stupid.” Sasuke’s frown apparently caused Naruto to smile. Again, he had to look away. That smile affected him too much. “What planet are you from that you didn’t understand me?” Calloused hands grasped his face lightly, turning it back to facing forward. “I did what I did because I care about you. You didn’t force me to kiss you, Sasuke. And I think you know that you never will have to.”

Dark eyes widening almost painfully, Sasuke felt soft warmth against his lips. Naruto’s eyes remained open, watching his. There was a slight crinkling at the corners of blue, telling him that the other was trying not to smile. When Naruto backed away only enough to speak again, Sasuke found that his breathing had sped up. How could a simple, chaste kiss have caused him to react this way? “Sasuke, you’re so tense…what can I do to make you relax?” Warm breath ghosted over his lips, and there was a smile in Naruto’s teasing tone.

Relax…how was he supposed to relax? Naruto was teasing him, almost touching him, but not quite, and it was taking all of his willpower to keep from grabbing at the other young man.

“You’re not going to tell me?” Naruto laughed lightly. “Maybe I should try and find out for myself?” Was it just Sasuke’s imagination, or was that a suggestive phrase? Maybe he was projecting? Then again, he might not be…since he could feel the neck of his kimono being pulled back, agile fingers teasing the skin beneath. Naruto’s face disappeared, and Sasuke stared at the back wall of the cell as he felt a something warm and wet on his collarbone. Naruto’s tongue…It traced the bone before the same teeth that had been biting at soft lips nipped at his skin. Letting out a sharp breath, his head dropped back, all tension gone from his body. Naruto nipped his way back up Sasuke’s neck, every so often flicking out that warm, torturous tongue, to finally attach his mouth to a nicely sensitive earlobe.

“Aaaaaah…” Sasuke groaned, his limbs turning to jelly. “Oh, for Kami’s sake…”He thought for a moment that he heard another small laugh, but he dismissed it when his ear was released.

“Sasuke,” the other breathed in his ear, “You relaxed.”

“Uh-huh…” Sasuke muttered inarticulately, his mind suddenly having turned to a consistency that was halfway between mush and goo.

“Can I ask you something?” That same teasing, mildly seductive tone.

“Mmm. Sure…” Sasuke felt as if he’d had at least one whole bottle of really strong sake. Naruto’s very presence was enough to intoxicate him, and he was getting more than just that.

Naruto nipped at his ear, causing him to groan again, “What do you feel right now?”

Was that a trick question? Sasuke’s brain was rather hazy, and he almost didn’t understand what was being asked of him. When Naruto’s tongue found his neck again, he swallowed thickly. “I…feel…warm…hot…”

A low chuckle against his skin gave him goose bumps. “Sasuke…that’s not what I—“ teeth nipping at his skin, “—meant. What do you feel?”

If Naruto ever wanted to be an interrogator, this would be a wonderful method to use. Sasuke found his mouth opening, and words came out of their own accord. “I feel…pleased…” Naruto made a sound of approval, nuzzling at a rather sensitive area of his neck, and indicated that he should continue. “…content…” He couldn’t believe he was saying these things. What was Naruto doing to him? It wasn’t as if he had never been touched. On the contrary…he had been touched in ways that no boy of thirteen (or sixteen, now) should ever have to endure. No, that was not it. It was simply the fact that it was Naruto doing the touching. The only person that truly cared about him in the way he did them.

He felt… “…loved…”

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Naruto wished he wasn’t chained. He wanted freedom of movement. He wanted to be able to put his arms around Sasuke without having to worry about strangling him with the restraints that held him. And there were so many other things he could do if he wasn’t bound…There was a great need within him, and only dark eyes and pale skin could fill it. Fantastic images played through his mind as he ran his fingers down clothed arms. His hands had grown tired of the feeling of silk. They needed something smoother, warmer. He sought out skin, finding it by loosening Sasuke’s kimono further. Now, as his lips moved over Sasuke’s, he sighed. His stomach was full of elephants with butterfly wings as pale lips responded, parting to allow him entrance.

Exploring territory he already had memorized, Naruto’s hands roamed over the skin he had exposed when pulling at Sasuke’s kimono. It was smooth; much more so than he had imagined. He wasn’t sure when his admiration and frustration had turned into something stronger. All he knew was that the squirming feeling in his stomach was growing. He wanted to touch Sasuke, to be touched by him. As he pressed closer, his naked skin sliding against purple silk, he could hear the heavy breaths coming from the other boy, and his senses began to magnify, intensify, allowing him to catch the erratic way Sasuke’s heart was beating, the smell of his body, and feel the maddening texture of the silk that covered him.

Hands traveling ever lower, Naruto teasingly picked at the tie of Sasuke’s obi before abandoning the effort. An annoyed groan from Sasuke made him smirk as he deepened the kiss he shared with fair lips, but that annoyance evaporated soon after when his hands moved upward suddenly. Surprise painted Sasuke’s face like a woman’s make-up. Naruto crawled into Sasuke’s lap, chains clinking, and yanked open the folds of heavy silk, exposing snowy white skin that seemed to glow. Dark eyes bored into his, and Naruto found that for just a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

Sasuke had soon shrugged out of the sleeves of his kimono, and the most wonderful feeling of warm skin surrounded Naruto’s entire being. Arms wound around his torso, and he gasped when fingers threaded into his hair, pulling back, baring his throat. “S…Sasuke…ahhhhh…” He could only moan the other boy’s name as he felt teeth sink into his skin, just at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. This sharp pain was combined with the pleasurable sensation of Sasuke’s other hand sliding down, kneading at the muscle of his inner thigh, and the effect produced was enough to make his eyes roll back into his head.

Naruto growled at the very back of his throat, shifting himself in Sasuke’s lap before he wrapped his legs around a slender waist, settling his weight. “Nnn…” Sasuke groaned, and pulled Naruto’s face down for another blistering kiss. “Naruto…” He breathed, “I…”

Placing a finger over abused lips, Naruto said, “Shh. No talking,” before he gently pushed Sasuke backward. “Don’t talk, Sasuke. Just…feel.” Still straddling Sasuke, Naruto took the opportunity to investigate every plane of pale skin and firm muscle that he possibly could, using both his hands and his mouth. There was a noticeable hardness just beneath where he was seated, and he moved slowly against it. Ragged breathing and groans echoed through the cell, fueling the need that only seemed to grow within him.

Slowly, Sasuke became less passive. His hands moved over the skin of Naruto’s shoulders, like warm velvet grazing lightly, raising gooseflesh. When he paused in his abuse of pale skin, Naruto moved back to parted lips, tracing them with his tongue and watching the dark haze in Sasuke’s eyes. He could be pulled in and drowned in those eyes, if he wasn’t careful. After a moment, it seemed as if he was drowning, but that was only because hands gripped the back of his head, lips desperately seizing his, and he whimpered as Sasuke’s mouth pushed up against his, tongue demanding entrance, which was granted instantly.

When he felt himself being pushed, he allowed it, and found himself in a seated position once again. Sasuke’s hands gripped at his hips, pulling him closer, and he could feel that same hardness pressing against his own. Nails bit into his flesh as he rocked against the other boy’s hips, pleasure spiking through his body along with the little pain from where those sharp nails were making him bleed. Tension was building inside him, causing him to moan into Sasuke’s mouth. His fingers began clawing at the knot on Sasuke’s obi, frantically trying to untie it, rip it, get rid of it any way he could. After what seemed like forever, the bothersome little piece of cloth was gone, and he tugged at the fabric it had once so diligently held.

Shifting just enough to rid Sasuke’s body of the sole garment he wore, Naruto finally felt all of him, dampened skin sliding against his, and he groaned. Taking handfuls of Sasuke’s hair, he pulled, their kiss deepening, tightening the hold he had on Sasuke’s waist. Need flowed through him, and he could feel it in Sasuke as well. He continued his abuse of Sasuke’s mouth, as well as the rocking of his hips, heat building in his stomach at the sounds Sasuke was making. And then suddenly, with no warning at whatsoever, it was all gone.

Breaking them apart with a hard shove that caused Naruto to fall onto the blanketed floor, Sasuke panted, goggling at Naruto. The blonde boy leaned forward again, but did not touch. His eyes searched Sasuke’s face. “What’s the matter?”

Sasuke’s eyes fell, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, but rose again quickly, his face flushing crimson. He couldn’t seem to look Naruto in the eye. Licking his lips nervously, Sasuke said in a very quiet tone, “I…I can’t do this.”

Naruto’s heart nearly stopped. “You…what?” His voice came out breathless, and more high-pitched than he had intended.

The pale young man closed his eyes, his lips compressing in a thin line. “This is wrong. I feel like…like Orochimaru.” Naruto flinched at those words. Why would he think that? “I can’t do this…because I care too much for you.” Naruto’s eyes widened. That sounded dangerously like the one phrase he had always longed to hear, and never thought he would. If that was the case, then, why couldn’t he? Didn’t people who love each other make love? Sasuke seemed to sense this unasked question. In answer, he took Naruto’s left hand, then grasped the chain dangling from his wrist. “This…this is wrong. I can’t be with you while you’re in chains, Naruto.”

A hoarse cry escaped Naruto’s throat. “Then…what? I can’t think of a way to get out of here. Are you saying that…never?” Gods, it was hard for him to say that word. The thought of it made him ill. It was like a block of ice formed in his stomach. Naruto needed Sasuke. He loved Sasuke. All the promises in the world that he made to Sakura could burn in the deepest pit of Hell, but he wanted to bring Sasuke back because he loved him, and he knew that Sasuke felt the same. And now, there would never be that chance. There would never be the chance to hold him. Never a chance to work with him, fight with him as they once had, and never…never a chance to be with him. There was no fighting the tears that pooled in his eyes, scorching down his cheeks, and dripping from his chin onto his hands, which lay limp in his lap.

Sasuke stared at him for a long moment, filled with confusion before he reached out suddenly, arms pulling him into an embrace that was both fierce and tender. “Naruto…I…”

Uncertainty flooded Naruto’s mind, gripping him with sudden force before he felt Sasuke grasp his chin. He felt fear for the first time in years when he looked into eyes red with the Sharingan. “Sasuke? What’s wrong?”

“I will not.” Sasuke’s voice was tight, and his face was grim. “I will no longer stand by and wait. Naruto, we are going to get out of here.”

Breath caught in Naruto’s throat. He couldn’t speak. Was he serious? Then, a thought came to him. “What about the others?”

For the first time in a long time, a smirk played over Sasuke’s lips as the Sharingan faded from his eyes. “I have no use for them, but it would be stupid to leave them here. I may be able to arrange it so that the chakra suppression drugs are not put in their food. But even if I can’t, they are not helpless. Messages will be passed to each of them.”

“What about Orochi-bastard?” Naruto twitched for a moment, then said, “And Kabuto?”

“Why leave and keep them alive?” Sasuke asked, still smirking. Naruto’s heart swelled with joy. “You better not die, idiot.”

“Not while I’ve still got you to fight with, bastard.” Naruto smiled, and craned his neck upward to kiss Sasuke. He had hope now.

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“Orochimaru-sama!” a man burst through the door, and the Sannin glared at him through the haze that had settled around his mind. The lust gripping his body began to dissipate. The man jumped, eyes widening, and backed out of the room quickly. With a grunt of irritation, he settled back onto the couch again.

“Harder,” he groaned, needing release before he found and killed the man who interrupted his time with the man from Cell 24. As expected, that aphrodisiac had taken effect almost immediately. The usually taciturn man became a writhing mass of desire at his first touch, willing to do anything to gain release. Dark brown eyes glared up at him from where the man had his erection engulfed in his throat. Grabbing at a handful of hair, he pulled the man upright. “Or perhaps you would prefer if I came inside you?” He ran a hand over the man’s abdomen, down to his straining hard manhood. Orochimaru heard a hiss as those eyes closed. “I could make you come, you know. Can you ask me? Can you beg?”

“Never,” came the breathless reply. “I will never beg.”

Even with the power of Kabuto’s drugs, this man had the strongest will that Orochimaru had encountered. Breaking him was proving to be difficult. “Oh, but my little pet, I think that you will find that you can,” His grip tightened, and Orochimaru’s hand began to move. Tanned hips thrust into his hand as he said seductively, “I can make you insane...Before you come. I can drive you hard, so that you’re almost there.” One particularly hard stroke made the man groan. “You’ll be able to feel the heat. You’ll feel it…coming closer. I think you might scream when I stop. And you’ll beg then, won’t you?”

“Do your worst, bastard.”

Making a disapproving sound, Orochimaru lifted the man to his feet, then bent him over the back of the couch. “Famous last words.” With no preparation, he shoved himself into the younger man, tightness engulfing him. It was better than before, better than the first time. He could feel the muscles of the man’s back tighten in pain, and he didn’t have to look to know that he was trying not to cry out. But with the effects of the drug, his hands scrabbled for purchase on the cushions of the couch, as he grunted a mixture of pain and blinding pleasure when he was taken. Orochimaru had heard that sex was as much mental, if not more so, as it was physical. This, he truly understood. It was because he was slowly bending the will of this particular specimen—almost breaking him, but not quite—that he felt that he would scream himself, as his pet was trying not to.

Digging his fingernails into the supple skin of the hips he gripped, Orochimaru drove himself in harder, faster. Small cries, barely muffled, came from the man beneath him as that one spot inside him was mercilessly attacked over and over and over again. “Ready to beg yet, pet?”

“F-F…aaagh! F-Fuck you, Orochimaru.” Somehow, the lust and pain seemed to be having little effect on the mind of this specimen.

He stilled his movements suddenly. Orochimaru leaned forward, grasping a handful of dark brown hair. His grip tightened and pulled on the hair, bending the other man’s neck back so that his breath could caress skin that was highly sensitive. A low moan echoed through the room, and for a moment, Orochimaru wasn’t really certain if it was him, or the man he held to tightly to. “Oh, no. I think that I’ll fuck you instead. Until you scream and cry.” Once more he moved, viciously, but not so hard that it would not be pleasurable for his pet. “Scream for me, little Iruka.”

And so he did scream, as tears ran down his beautiful face.

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“What was so important that you interrupted me?” His tone was calm, but contained a steely edge to it. The man knew that these could be his last moments. As he watched, the guard seemed almost to shrink in size as he hunched his shoulders.

“I was on duty in the monitoring station when Cell 30 went dead. The monitor just went blank…and I went to…to check it out.” Gray eyes couldn’t meet his. What was going on?

“And?” Impatient now with this flunkey’s idiocy, Orochimaru began tapping his foot.

The guard swallowed hard on the lump that seemed to be forming in his throat. “I saw Uchiha Sasuke leaving the cell. He looked…disheveled.” Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed, then he smiled. So the Uchiha had fucked Naruto, had he? And apparently he had sabotaged the surveillance equipment…this was interesting. He would have to question the boy. But for now…

With a flick of his wrist, Orochimaru broke the guard’s neck. “Idiot.” He grunted. “I hate interruptions.” His mind then turned back to Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto. Those two would have been nice to watch. Perhaps some encouragement was in order? The wheels in his head began to turn, and then he fixed on an idea that was wholly satisfying. After ringing a bell, Kabuto arrived moments later. “How go the preparations for the banquet?”

“Well, Orochimaru-sama. In one week’s time, the daimyos and the other lords will arrive. All food and drink has been provided for. What shall we have to entertain them?” The medic was lounging against the doorframe, and he cocked his head, face completely impassive.

A wicked smile crossed an almost bloodless face as Orochimaru chuckled. “I have just the thing.”

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A/N: A long time coming (pardon the pun) but I hope it was worth the wait. ^_^ Until the next door...

Ja, matta!

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