InuYasha Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Strength in Heart, Strength in Steel ❯ The Real Top Dog ( Chapter 2 )

Hellsing/ IY AU Fic
"Strength in Steel, Strength in Heart."
Ch. 2- The Real Top Dog
Author: BCross

~More disclaimer ness. I don't own Inu Yasha or Hellsing. Nor do I own the song "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. Rawl Schwarzkreuz, Des Wraith the Archfiend of Eternal Flames, and Inu Yumi are MINE, which means you need my permission to use them in any way. You want to talk to me, email me at bustercross365@yahoo.com

Ch. 2- The Real Top Dog

Jet lag for the undead or partly undead was nothing compared to what humans or demons could feel. Rawl felt like he had been run through a set of rollers by the time he got to the apartment that was set up for him. So from 9 a.m. local time till 9 in the evening, he was in the bedroom, sleeping away. After he got up, he took a shower and changed into a clean set of his casual clothes, loose fitting jeans and t shirt. He would spend this night unpacking and getting situated, and trying to find his little bottle of scotch he packed away somewhere. The world conspiracy of small stuff. Ever irritating.

The next day was spent in a similar fashion, until Sesshoumaru called him around noon. He thought it was convenient to call during a lunch hour. Rawl thought it was cruel and unusual punishment.

"Could this wait until a decent hour?" Rawl mumbled into the receiver, fumbling around to find a clock or his pocket watch.

"*It is exactly 12:06 in the afternoon, agent,*" Sesshoumaru replied from the other end, "*It is the middle of the day.*"

"You know what I mean. I might have a tolerance for that lovely sun hanging up in the sky, but the ones I'm hunting don't. So if I am to be doing anything concerning them I need to be fully rested. I'll get up at seven, come over or call or something."

With that Rawl hung up, and put the cell phone on the pile of shoes and sock he deposited by the side of his bed this morning. He crawled around to lie down on the bed like a normal sleep deprived person, and promptly passed out again. His last thoughts were not of his mission here, or sight seeing, but rather the state he left London in, specifically his group of associates at Hellsing.

~Flashback~

The room was almost totally dark, thank goodness for that. Her head was throbbing, but that didn't stop her from sitting up. She found she was in a bed, not her own. In place of her black suit with the usual accompanying items was a warm fuzzy bathrobe. She briefly thought back of the last few moments before she woke up, and found her memory to be a bit fuzzy. She did not have her glasses, and at the foot of the bed was her clothes she was in earlier, washed, dried and pressed. She was mostly fine, except the pounding head throbbing. She reached up and felt her head, then remembered they were in a nasty car crash.

They?

"Rawl! Where are you? Answer me!" Integra demanded, thinking he was in the room.

She heard rustling in the hall, and after sliding out of the bed and into some bath slippers, she cautiously opened the door. Her vampiric strength, speed, agility and claws would hopefully be enough to defeat any bearer of ill will. But to her surprise, Rawl was slumped in a chair. The hall was partially lit by sunlight, but not enough to cause Integra any trouble. She had her full attention on Rawl, his left hand was clutched over his chest, and his black t- shirt tore across the chest. He was unconscious, once again not tending to his wounds. It was obvious he had taken care of her, but right now she was concerned with the unconscious agent slumped in a chair.

She managed to pull his jacket off of him, the blood long since dried and not really a mess. She had heard a story or two from Seras and Walter about a scar that ran across this Hybrid's chest. But now that she saw it, she could not help but stare in aw of this horrid landmark on his otherwise perfect flesh. But never knew to what extent.

"Horrible..."

~End Flashback~

Rawl finally oozed out of bed around seven that evening and got dressed in his normal attire. Black t- shirt, black cargo pants, his boots, shoulder holster, weapons included. His jacket, hat, gloves and sunglasses were over a chair back, and he was busy eating something he ordered. Whatever it was, it was hot, good, and plenty of it. He was rather happily chowing down when there was a knock at his door. His senses told him it was totally not Sesshoumaru. It was female, human, about sixteen.

'Oh great, I tell the doofus to meet me or something and he sends me some school girl or something,' the Hybrid groused. "Who is it?"

"Mister Taishio sent me to see if you were up and ready. May I come in?" the innocent and surprisingly fluent English speaking voice called out from the other side of the door.

Setting his plate aside, he quickly slipped his shoulder holster off and hid it in the chair with his jacket. He dusted off his shirt and then opened the door. Waiting outside was a pretty girl, about sixteen as he guessed, long black hair with a ponytail on one side. She was wearing a Hello Kitty shirt and a skirt down to her knees. It complemented her entire outfit, the pink shirt, red skirt and white knee high socks. Her angelic face housed two deep brown eyes and a friendly smile. He usually only got a true smile like this from Seras or Walter. Alucard was just a nut, and Sir Integra, was Sir Integra.

"Uh, come on in I guess. Is Sesshoumaru waiting or something?" Rawl asked as he stepped aside so the girl could enter.

"No, he'll come by after a while. Oh, I almost forgot. You can call me Rin, Rawl."

Friendly. Not quite to the point of being annoying but to reach that would require a bit of work. But she seemed pretty nice, though he wondered idly if she was sent to see what he was up to, see how weak willed he was or something. Maybe he watched too much T.V...

"Hey Rin, name's Rawl as you already know. Make yourself at home, I guess we can hang out a bit until Sesshoumaru shows up," Rawl said, taking up his seat on the couch to try and finish his breakfast.

Rin sat down on the couch next to him and watched him for a while. It was as if she were watching him for something. He finally finished what he was eating and looked over to her, the nervous tension finally getting to him.

"Uh, Rin, why are you staring at me?" the hunter asked nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, Sesshoumaru said you were a vampire or something so I kinda wanted to see if it were true," the girl said, absolutely truthful and no hint of fear.

Rawl thought his response over for a moment, and since Sesshoumaru seemed to want to blab about his being in Japan, didn't see any harm in letting a few people know. He pushed his upper lip up so the girl could see his vampire fangs, and held his hand out and grew out claws, and then retracted them. The girl's eyes grew as wide as saucers and for a moment Rawl feared she was going to scream, but then she went on a long rant about how cool he was for being a vampire here to hunt the bad ones and then drifted to other topics. She rambled about how a few of her friends had encounters with vampires, how in old books and movies vampires were handsome blood suckers. Really nothing new to him. And before he could offer any correction or explanation for something, Sesshoumaru barged in, emotionless as ever.

"I see you two are getting along well," he commented, noting an eye twitch from Rawl.

Not that he was upset or anything, it was just that Rin about talked his ears off. Sesshoumaru looked to Rin, who was instantly at his side as soon as she saw him enter. Rawl looked at them for a moment, and then cleared his throat.

"So Sesshoumaru, are you going to explain the nature of your visit or do we have to play 20 Questions for me to find out?" Rawl asks, getting up and heading over to collect his jacket and other articles there at the chair.

"We're going to a local club that the half breeds tend to frequent. It is considered off limits for feeding as I understand, but it is only a matter of time," the demon stated as Rawl situated his wares before turning to his host and his young lady friend.

If Rin was not already hanging onto Sesshoumaru's arm, she would have fallen over at the rather appealing and handsome Rawl. Whether it was vampiric charm, or he simply looked like a bad boy in black leather and sunglasses. He opted out of his hat, and followed Sesshoumaru and Rin out. He noticed that she seemed absolutely content and happy with him, he could smell an emotional response from Sesshoumaru, nothing wrong, but he seemed slightly relaxed around Rin. Not that it mattered, just a fun little fact to use for future blackmail...

~*~

Ragranok, a club for young adults. A little alcohol could be found, after proving your age in about ten different ways. Rawl heard it three blocks before they parked and walked the half a block to the club. Sesshoumaru boldly walked passed the line on the side walk and he and Rin were admitted, while the bouncers barred Rawl's path. It took Rin pulling on his arm and pointing back to the steadily angered Rawl, waiting to get in. Sesshoumaru told the bouncers to admit him, and they reluctantly complied. Rawl caught up with Sesshoumaru and Rin and followed them to the main floor of the building.

The ground level was the main floor, jam packed with people. Teens mostly. At the back of the main room was a platform where a live band performed. To the left was a bar, stocked with alcohol, which he smelled plainly from the front door. There was another bar to the right, but it sold non alcoholic drinks, obviously for the teens. There were three more levels above, two merely circling around the perimeter with rails to look down to the main floor, and the top totally cut off except for two spiral staircases.

And to top off the smells of humans, drinks, and alcohol, it reeked of vampires, heavily. Along with the smells of arousal and perspiration, vampires were everywhere, too drunk off the ecstatic atmosphere to notice his presence or care. Their mistake. He followed the unlikely couple to a table and sat down, and for a while no one said anything. Rawl looked around, picking out a few normal vampires, who seemed to be playing by the rules. He was jolted back to his surroundings when a waitress in a skimpy French maid outfit slid into his lap to ask what he wanted to drink. At first he did not know how quite to react, but a snicker from Rin got him back on track.

"Nothing at the moment, but I'll let you know if I need anything," the Hybrid said, his sunglasses sliding down his nose for a wink and a bit of a grin without his fangs.

The waitress nearly melted in his lap but got up and went to the alcoholic bar, where she chattered with other waitresses and pointed toward him. He looked back and waved back as almost half of the female occupants of the building waved or winked at him. He turned around to face Rin, who was on the verge of cracking up, and the ever stoic Sesshoumaru. Rawl grumbled a bit and nothing was said for a while even when drinks were delivered to the table. After a bit of close observation, Rawl's eyes fell on one woman in particular. She had raven hair, tied back, green marble like earrings, deep red eyes. She looked rather refined with that red and white fan open over her chest, a turquoise tube top with matching mini skirt, a red and white jacket on. She wore knee high boots and descended the spiral staircase, her gaze transfixed upon him.

Sesshoumaru knew what the agent from Hellsing was looking at, but did not seek to alarm Rin about it.

"I'll be back in a while, try not to leave without me," Rawl said getting up and walking toward the woman who had snared his attention.

Rin watched the man leave then turned to Sesshoumaru, who was sipping his dry martini and not paying any attention to everything. So after a confused sigh, she looked around and spotted a few people from her school and went over to talk to them. Sesshoumaru kept his eye on Rin, while keeping an ear out for Rawl's screaming.

Rawl walked through the thick crowd of dancing teens to the woman who captured his interest. He walked right up to her, slowly pulling his sunglasses off and slipping them into an inside jacket pocket. He still smiled as he did, and she smirked up at him, a fang barely poking down onto her bottom lip. This was amusing to him, for what reason he didn’t know, it just was. She continued to smile up at him as she stepped right up to him.

"You must be new here," the woman said as she gave him a small bow.

"Indeed I am, Miss...?" Rawl returned with a bow of his own.

"My name is Kagura, and I have had my eye on you," she said, emphasizing the latter part of the statement.

"Mmmm, you sound like you want to have a little fun, hm?" the Hybrid asked with his smirk.

Kagura giggled lightly and brought the fan up to mask part of her face as she smiled wickedly.

"Before we can have fun, you have to sing for me. I'm sure the band knows a few songs you would know," she said, looking deep into his eyes.

She figured he would back down from the offer; most people did not want to get up on stage to sing, unless they happened to be drunk. So she was rather surprised when he continued to grin, bowed again, and walked up to the stage to chat with the band for a moment or two. The band stopped what they were playing and listened to Rawl, and then they all laughed, shook hands, and then produced a mike for Rawl. The club more or less turned their eyes to the stage, where Rawl stood front and center, smirking to the whistles and pick up lines.


Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the ...floor

Beaten, why for?
Can’t take much more
One, nothing's wrong with me
Two, nothing's wrong with me
Three, nothing's wrong with me
Four nothing's wrong with me

One, something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give FALL!

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Mosh! Mosh! Go!


Push me again

This is the end

Here we go, here we go, and here we go

One, nothing's wrong with me
Two, nothing's wrong with me
Three, nothing's wrong with me
Four nothing's wrong with me

One, something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
FALL!

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the ...floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

One, nothing's wrong with me
Two, nothing's wrong with me
Three, nothing's wrong with me
Four nothing's wrong with me


One, something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
FALL!

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the ...floor

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Mosh, go, mosh, go! Mosh, go!
All through the song, Sesshoumaru had his hands clamped over his ears. Rawl indeed had a set of lungs for hard rock. But he and the band where not the ones he was coving his ears about. It was the crowd applauding and yelling, the high pitched squeals and such. Rin was not quite sure of what to think of the performance, she really was not into hard rock, but he did give a thrilling performance. His voice was booming, he was tall, and on stage quite dramatic. She smiled a bit and attempted to console Sesshoumaru, who did nothing but keep his hands clamped over his ears.
Rawl stepped off the stage and tossed the mike to the drummer; the band picked up their routine again and waved to him once for his performance. With a satisfied smirk on his face he turned and sought out Kagura, who was standing on the first step of the spiral staircase she had descended a few minutes before. She looked a bit surprised, he figured she didn't think he would actually get up there and sing. Oh well, she made the deal, and now she had to pay up.
"I hope my singing was not too horrible," he said with his grin, which caused Kagura to blush slightly.
But she smiled through her slight embarrassment, and bowed to him. She wanted to see how far he was willing to act like the tough guy; how far his act could go before he chickened out. She reached out and took his right hand and led him up the stairs, up to the unseen fourth floor. Rawl shot a glance down to Sesshoumaru, who looked back with his usual stoicism. Sighing, he went up the stairs behind Kagura, getting a nice view along the way. Which she obviously intended by the smirk she flashed him when she caught him looking up her skirt.
The fourth floor was much quieter than the levels below, much darker too. They were in a hall, windows to look out below on the right and doors along the left. Judging from the sounds and smells coming from them, it was a place for two people to get to know each other very well. He didn't realize he was grinning, but reality came crashing back to him as ran her hand over his chest. He looked down at her and the grin got wide enough to barely bare his fangs.
The fan was now closed as she pressed herself against him, looking up at him, with a grin to match his. She leaned back enough to show an enticing amount of cleavage, and then when she felt he had enough, she leaned forward, placing an ear over his heart. She heard his heart skip a beat, a bit surprised. But she didn't ask, figuring he was just a bit shy with her being so close and such. He was just trying to fight back memories, memories he'd bury at the ocean bottom if he could. Kagura lead him past several closed doors to an open one, which was near what appeared to be an office, the wall between the room and the office and the room on the other side was glass.
She pulled her latest catch into the empty and surprisingly clean room. No odors or foul stinks, no smell of sex and filth, just clean bed sheets. A very pleasant surprise, his nose was getting twitchy downstairs with the smells down there. Kagura pulled him to the side of the large queen size bed and, to his surprise, quickly threw him over her shoulder onto the bed. Before he could sit up or straighten up on the bed, the mischievous young woman was now straddling his torso, smirking at him. He looked up at her, his jacket covering the strap of the holsters across his chest while he removed them, thanks to a bit of vampire trickery. The holsters and revolvers merely ended up under the bed, but she remained oblivious to it the entire time.
"Mmmm, a fine catch you are," Kagura purred, her smirk growing wide enough her fangs were visible enough, "but what to do with you? Should I prepare you now, or save you for later?"
Rawl smirked up at her, amused. She was used to being in control, so far be it from him to rob her of that. He reached up to place his gloved hands on her waist, but the woman took his hands and pinned them to the bed with her own. She leaned her head in close and nuzzled his neck. His skin was smooth, and she could faintly smell his blood through his intriguing scent. She heard and felt his heart skip a beat, grinning more as she now lay on top of him, purring softly. She lightly raked her fangs over the junction of his shoulder and neck, wanting to bite down and taste his blood. She stopped short as she felt him press him nose to her head, inhaling her scent and analyzing it carefully. She leaned up to look at him with a questioning stare.
"Hmm, you smell lovely. Your perfume and own scent are quite enticing," he said with a grin and a charming laugh.
"And you own is so different, so raw, exotic, I don't know how to describe it. It makes me wonder how wonderful your blood will taste," Kagura said, seduction heavy in her voice.
He grinned to her and she back to him, sitting up she ran her hands down his chest down to his shirt tail. She paused, and then pulled his jacket open, he leaned up to allow her to pull it off and toss it to the floor. She allowed him to take her jacket off, which was also discarded to the floor. She smiled and run her hands over her bare shoulders, smirking down at him as he watched. She wiggled her hips a little, smirking even more. She felt minute changes in blood flow in his body, the bare skin on her thighs pressed against his sides, not to mention the contact his exposed midriff had with everything under her skirt. She returned her hands to his shirt and started pulling it up.
"Before you go any further, I got to warn you," the man said, resting a hand over her hands, “what you find under there you might not like."
She gave a teasing smile, and he let go, and she pushed the shirt up to his neck. Her eyes widened to seeing what he was referring to. Across his chest, running from his left shoulder down over his heart, down to his right side, where it disappear across his back up to his spine. It was no thin scar; it looked like a tree root was etched into his body. She ran her fingers over the tissue, amazed by the sheer size of the mark. It had to be a massive injury to survive, he must have suffered so...
He was surprised she did not draw away from him, but was rather fascinated with the mark. He watched and felt her fingers run across the scar's surface and perimeter, marveling somewhat at her curiosity. Once she had finished her inspection, she looked up to his face with a slight hint of respect now. But she still had her playful expression on, and pressed her chest against his, her hands now on his shoulders. She looked at him devilish grin and he could not help one from forming on his own features. She leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip, seeking to gain admittance to his mouth. He grinned against her lips and opened his mouth a little; just enough for her tongue to dart in feel around his teeth. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails threatening to pierce his skin.
After a while he relented to her and his mouth was hers to explore, his own tongue slithering past her own into her mouth. A few minutes passes as they explore each other, then the raven haired woman lean back, grinning again. Rawl grinned under her, having ideas of his own. The hunter slid his hands up her back, his fingers sliding under the tube top she wore to tease. With little less than a half hearted tug, the simple garment slid down her body, unbinding her full and firm breasts. This only caused her to grin more, removing her hands from his shoulders to pull the garment over her head and add it to the pile on the floor.
"Mmmm, I am a bit thirsty, and the bar is all the way down stairs. Would you allow me a small drink from you?" Kagura asked in mock innocence.
Rawl leaned up with a Cheshire grin. His tongue eased out of his mouth and licked at the base of her right breast, eliciting a small moan from the woman.
"Well, that depends on what you want. My blood or something else," he said, his grin widening at the latter part of his statement.
Kagura knew what he meant, and also grinned with him. Pushing him back down on the bed, she scooted down to sit on his knees. Rawl laced his fingers behind his head and used the tension to prop his head up. The woman’s slender fingers unfastened the jeans with ease, then those same fingers pulled the course fabric down a bit to reveal a great bulge in his silk boxers.
Pulling the boxers down with the jeans, Rawl heard a faint gasp leave her at the sight of what she was getting into. She knew vampires and demons were bigger than humans, but he left them all behind. Not simply because he was a Westerner, but his endowment was spectacular. It fit him perfectly, and with little encouragement, Kagura brought her lips to the head and kissed it lightly, then slowly licked down one side, circled the base, then licked up the other side.
After the preliminary teasing she was accustom to doing, her lips once again caressed the head of the shaft, this time taking it in her mouth. Her tongue skillfully massaged the underside of his rod, helping her take the organ in her mouth. To her dismay, she could not take him all in, stopping short. But she could work with this, much to Rawl’s pleasure as he watched her head bob up and down on his erection, her hands firmly gripping him as she worked. He moaned lowly, almost a growl as she pleasured him. Hearing this, the woman sucked harder, moved faster, earning another growl from him.
After much work on Kagura’s part, she was finally rewarded with a copious amount of his hot seed, which she guzzled down greedily. Once she had licked his shaft clean, she sat up and licked her lips. Rawl was grinning ear to ear, applauding her for such a performance.
“Mmm, that’s not the end of the show, my tasty guest,” the smaller woman said as she crawled over him.
She put her hands on his shoulders and his hands were on her hips again, this time slipping his fingers under her skirt to pull the black thong slowly down her backside. Kagura slid her legs up to rest them on his chest so he could pull the garment off, which he did in an effortless smooth motion, tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. With her own grin she then straddled his torso again, then as she felt the tip of his member press against her moist region, she sat against it, slowly rolling up to a sitting position while taking him in slowly.
Again she was amazed, she had plenty of men before, but he was still simply amazing. She slowly lowered herself on him, the size of him filling her like no other man had. This route she took him in entirely, much to her satisfaction. Though there was little room to spare, her wet walls held him inside as she rocked her hips on his. They both moaned, Kagura becoming lost in a sea of pleasure as she moved faster on him, slowly sinking her nails into his shoulders, drawing blood. If he noticed he didn’t care, or it was some form of pleasure for him, also sank claws into her flesh, holding her hips as she rode his pole.
Feeling his blood on her claws, she pulled her right hand free and brought it to her lips. The wounds in his shoulder healed quickly, absorbing the blood off of his skin. Still grinning to him, she licked a claw clean, then her body was seized in a gasp. His blood betrayed his seemingly average appearance, it was alive with electric power, a primal rawness that she had never dreamed of. It was like new life had been breathed into her, a sensation that set her every nerve ending on fire.
In her inexplicable dive into a sensation, her body shuddered in her climax. Her lust and passion consumed much of her strength, collapsing on his chest and passing out. Rawl could not help but grin. Always the same reaction. Although, Master and Sir Integra could handle his Blood Shock much better, they could remain conscious. He applauded her attempt though, she did try.
Now that she was unconscious, his senses could try to find a few answers to some questions before diving into her pretty little head. But before he could look for some important mission related information, his senses alerted him to trouble. A large group of vampires had entered the building, and were beginning to feed on humans. A bad thing as he briefly recalled. Now strictly business, Rawl phased through the bed, clean of any evidence of what he had been doing with Kagura, now fully dressed. He had the courtesy to cover the woman with a sheet, before stepping into the hall. All of the trouble was downstairs, a small scuffle breaking out between which vampire could feed from whatever female.
Now he bared his fangs, a hellish grin akin to one Alucard so often wore. He phased through the window he was looking through, diving to the floor below. He flipped in mid fall to land on his feet. The grin still plastered to his face, only now his eyes had changed, from their normal red vertically slit pupils, to a gold version, with a red rim around the iris. His hands reached into his jacket and pulled his revolvers, ramming the muzzles down two offenders’ throats.
The pull of the triggers was quiet, but even against the noise of the band; the sound of two revolvers propelling silver and mercury alloy 45 caliber slugs into two vampires’ throats was loud and rather unmistakable. The bodies were reduced to a fine grey ash, and by the time their companions could react, five more deviants were felled by blessed silver and mercury. One managed to slash his back from behind, but to the freak’s utter surprise, the slash that was indeed deep, but black ooze poured out, a shadow that lashed out at the vampire and tore it to pieces.
The rest of the vampires scattered, most of which did not get far as shreds of their own shadows lashed out to butcher their owners. Blood sprayed out over the vampires and humans, covering offenders and innocents alike. Bones cracked and splintered, organs spilled onto the floor, trampled by their own feet. The one who started the small scene of carnage laughed manically, all too aware of one sneaking up on him. But before he could, the weakling was dispatched by gunfire. 9mm, local hunter it seemed. He spun around, taking aim.
She was a little shorter than himself, long coal black hair, emerald green eyes. Tight black jeans with a tight army green t- shirt and brown vest, revealing her voluptuous and desirable figure. She had a small 9mm aimed at what most would say was him, but he did not even flinch as she fired, taking out the vampire behind him. She curtly dropped her arm, and threw it back up as Rawl lunged at her. Dropping his revolvers, one arm pulled her aside as he thrust his open hand through the final vampire’s chest, grinning as it burned to ash.
But the fun soon came to an end, as Rawl froze, realizing how far he had gone, expending such power on a frivolous battle. His power returned to him, but it was too late, as he passed out, falling next to the woman and into blackness.

To Be Continued
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