Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Perfect Fit ❯ One-Shot

This is my first piece to be archived at mediaminer.org and I hope it will be enjoyed. Please leave an uplifting comment if you liked it and I will endeavor to entertain you with more soon since I have two entire Weiss Kreuz fanfiction series with lemons in them available if there's enough support. I also have lemons for the bishounen of Gundam Wing and Earthian which can be added here if anyone asks for them plus similar fun for other anime series also in-progress.

Oh, and for those of you who are already familiar with my infamous 62 chapter Weiss Kreuz angst-epic "Cold November Rain", I am planning to revise and update it soon. If anyone wants me to archive it here for easier access than going to fanfiction.net, please let me know since the other pieces of the "Redirecting Destiny" continuity will most likely be archived here, too.

Enjoy the Lemon!

~~~Enigma~~~

(who has both lemony *and* non-lemony adventures for several series completed as well as more waiting in the wings and he'll upload them here as time permits)

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Title: A Perfect Fit

Author: Enigma

Series: Weiss Kreuz

Written: December, 2001

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: (Yohji x Ken) (Nagi + Omi)-implied

Category: Yaoi Romance Lemon PWP AU-OOC

Spoilers: None, safe for new viewers as well as old.

Warnings: yaoi, romance, lemon, PWP, fluff, crude language, and general silliness. AU-OOC.

Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. This unauthorized work of fanfiction is intended for entertainment only; kindly do not sue me.

Lemon Disclaimer: Kindly note that in the Real World, "safe" sex should be practiced at all times. However, this is an "Enigma Yaoi Romance Lemon" and all bishounen in question are hence magically protected against the dangers of sexually transmissible diseases, therefore they can skip the condoms -- and they know it!

Notes: Ken is tired of shopping for clothes but hasn't found a thing to buy yet. What will Yohji do to make sure that he finds the "perfect fit" at the last place they go?

[[blah]] = Author's notes as the fic progresses

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"But I *hate* shopping, Yohji," Ken whined as his lover basically dragged him from one shop to another at the mall in search of something new for him to wear that wasn't his usual five-pocket blue jeans.

"I know, I know. We're almost done, Kenken," Yohji attempted to mollify him, hoping they'd have better luck at this shop than all the others they'd tried. He himself already had several bags of new things to wear to the club as well as some other things they'd picked up along the way, but Ken's hands were conspicuously empty and his fashion sense was even more absent.

"You said that an hour ago. I don't think that I believe you anymore," Ken frowned angrily at the older man and then sighed when he saw the look of remorse on Yohji's face. "All right, I'm sorry I said that. It was a good thing we picked up that stuff Omi wanted, but you keep taking me into clothes stores that have the weirdest shit in them and that's just not my style."

Yohji heaved a heavy sigh and nodded, "Yes, I'm well aware of it now, Kenken, but I only hoped you might try something with a bit more pizzazz to it." After making sure they weren't being watched, he moved to trail the tip of one finger down the shorter man's cheek as he added in a soft voice, "*I* thought you looked positively delicious in that little leather thing you tried on at the last place, baby."

"*Yohji*!" Ken hissed angrily, remembered embarrassment suddenly painting his cheeks pink. "That 'little leather thing' was nothing more than an odd assortment of straps and buckles and I was half-naked in it! Did you *really* think I'd be willing to get that?!"

"A guy can hope can't he?" An emerald eye winked at him saucily then they were both pulled from their thoughts by a lively feminine voice.

"Yohji-san! How nice to see you again!" An attractive, chestnut-haired woman with dancing brown eyes bowed slightly in greeting to the taller of the two men and then she smiled at Ken and said, "It's been simply forever since he came in here, so I take it that you are looking for something for yourself, sir?"

"This is Ken," Yohji supplied helpfully, and explained, "We need to get him some new clothes, obviously. Can you help us, Ginger-chan?" He smiled reassuringly at the worried-looking man beside him and hoped that she'd have better luck with the task than he had.

"I'll be happy to help you, Ken-san," the girl smiled and then gestured towards a table where a computer terminal stood. "If you'll just follow me, we can get your size information, color and style preferences, etc, then I'll see what I can do with our stockroom's database, okay?"

Ken chewed on his lip uncertainly for a moment, it sounded to him as if the woman planned to select his clothing for him and he wasn't too sure about that. After getting a mild glare from his lover, he said hesitantly, "Um, don't you think I should just look around and see if there's anything that I like?"

The woman cocked her head to one side, regarding him with a knowing expression as she asked pointedly, "You're one of those men who just *hates* to shop, aren't you?"

Chocolate brown eyes blinked at her in astonishment and Ken admitted, "Well, yes, that's what I was trying to explain to Yohji here just a second ago. But how did you know?"

Ginger laughed lightly and turned to lead the way to the computer answering, "I've been selling clothes for awhile, Ken-san. I know full well that when a man brings his boyfriend into my shop with the expression you were wearing earlier, it's because the boyfriend doesn't really want to be there but needs to just the same. But don't worry about the database system. With all the information we're going to feed it, I can guarantee that you'll find the perfect fit!"

Ken's astonishment levels rose even higher as he realized that they weren't as subtle as he thought about their relationship if a perfect stranger made remarks like the one about them being boyfriends. Blush reinforced by new embarrassment, he followed the girl and his lover to the computer looking very much like a lamb going to slaughter.

Unable to stop smirking, Yohji concealed the pleased look in his eyes by pushing his ubiquitous sunglasses a little farther up his nose than usual. He didn't feel like having Ken realize how glad he was that he'd remembered the painfully helpful girl who called herself "Ginger" instead of the less glamorous "Mary Ann" she'd been christened at birth.

"Here we go!" The cheerful salesclerk drew up a screen with more boxes for information than Ken could recall seeing on most of Omi's programs and then she turned and looked at the shorter of the two men and asked, "Would you like to enter the data, or shall I, Ken-san? I'll need your measurements, colors for various items, accessory preferences, and things like that."

Overwhelmed, Ken was about to defer to Yohji, but the taller assassin had deliberately wandered away trying to stay out of what was about to become a confusing situation. Sighing and feeling trapped, he turned back and answered, "Could you do it for me, Ginger-chan? I'm all thumbs with a keyboard."

"No worries!" She answered happily and then proceeded to cross-examine Ken as if he had witnessed a murder instead of simply being guilty of having poor fashion sense.

By the time it was over, Yohji had returned to Ken's side and was standing close enough to see some of the information on the screen. With a bright smile, he said, "You know, Kenken, under the jewelry listing you don't *really* have to stay with 'none routinely', you know. We could get your ear pierced and that would give me something else to buy for you someday."

"Forget it, Kudou," Ken grumbled with a frown, unhappy that he'd been subjected to all the nonsense he had gone through and eager to leave the shop.

"Now, before I do the search to see what you'd most likely enjoy best," the brown-eyed woman asked, "is there a price range to be considered or is it 'the sky's the limit' like it always is for Yohji-san?"

"Say what?!?" Ken gulped nervously, very afraid of where that line of discussion might lead.

"Why don't you let me take care of this part, Kenken?" Yohji smiled warmly and encouraged his lover to go over and take a look at some jeans and casual shirts. "Just give me a moment to talk to Ginger about what we do and don't want, and then we'll stay out of her hair while she gets it together, okay?"

"Well, all right," Ken agreed unenthusiastically. "I'm nervous about letting you two control it, but as long as I'm not buying anything sight unseen, I guess it's okay."

"Good!" The blond man smiled, "Check out the boot cut jeans and I'll be over in a minute."

"Yeah, sure whatever," Ken's blasé reaction spoke volumes and Yohji knew he'd need to cheer up the moping youth soon if there was to be any fun in their day at all.

The salesclerk happily added more information from Yohji as Ken forced himself to actually pay attention to the pair of black, stone washed Levi's he was holding. By chance, he decided he liked them but they weren't his size, so he bent over to retrieve the correct size from a lower shelf.

"I've got no idea if *you're* having any luck finding anything, baby," Yohji's deep voice very nearly purred from behind him, "but I sure as hell am staring at something I think would fit me to a 'T'!" He emphasized his hentai statement by running one hand down the tightly stretched denim that covered Ken's ass so perfectly that it was easy to see he'd worn boxers and not briefs for a change, that knowledge alone adding to Yohji's sudden desire.

"yohji!" Ken hissed quietly as his blush returned, "don't do that in here! someone might see you!" [[Please note that in my stories, whenever dialogue is written without capitalization as it is here, the words are to be read as if said in a very quiet, often breathless voice.]]

"Oh?" Emerald green eyes lit with laughter as he glanced around at the empty shop. "Like who, baby? Ginger's in the back getting the clothes we picked out and no one else is in here right at the moment. C'mon, Kenken, lighten up and have a little fun!"

Surveying the shop for himself, Ken had to admit that it was indeed as private as some of the places the two of them had made out in before, and he shrugged, "I guess it's okay after all." Thinking it over a little more, though, he added a threat, "But if we get caught, you're sleeping on the couch in the den for a *week*, understand?"

"I sure do, baby," Yohji teased as he stroked Ken's flanks again more firmly, enjoying the sensation of powerful muscles bunching and twitching beneath his hands. Standing behind the athletic teen, the blond man had a fantastic view as well as an easy means of driving his lover positively insane.

Ken moaned softly and tried to go back to looking at jeans or something, hoping that if they were interrupted it might not be as obvious what they actually *were* doing. But he found that the jeans' shelving system didn't give him anything to grab onto as Yohji's insistent fingers continued to massage and tease his buttocks.

Without a word of explanation, Ken turned his attention to a rack of shirts that came up to above his waist and gave him something to hold onto as Yohji slipped a foot between his boots and urged very softly, "spread your legs a little for me, baby. let me touch you more, ken-love, please!"

A whimper of need escaped Ken's lips as he felt a surge of heat in his groin and he obeyed, sliding his feet farther apart and leaning forward over the rack of shirts slightly. He moaned again as he felt a warm pressure move from the base of his spine, down the cleft of his ass and then up from underneath to stop where his burgeoning erection pulsed and stiffened.

"oh gods, love!" Ken moaned very softly, brown eyes resembling dark chocolate now as his passions rose, "that feels so good! more, give me more!" Placing his hands even more widely apart on the rack, he let the heel of one boot rise from the floor, offering his lover greater access in the hopes of feeling more of that magical friction.

Yohji bit back a desire to laugh at the way that the younger man was behaving so wantonly after his earlier foul mood, focusing instead on kneading the shorter assassin's balls firmly through denim and cotton, driving them both mad with lust. Emerald had darkened to forest green as the eldest member of Weiss came to a decision. Glancing from side to side and assuring himself that Ginger was nowhere to be seen, Yohji quickly slid one long-fingered hand down inside the front of Ken's jeans and took a firm hold on the other man's arousal and tugged at it firmly.

"yohji!!" Ken's shocked mini-cry was almost a full octave higher than his normal tenor. His body shook as he felt his partner continue to pump his trapped erection. Even though he probably would've loved it if Yohji had simply stripped him on the spot and fucked him stupid, Ken somehow knew that would be a terrible mistake and instead he moaned a single word, "where?"

Yohji ran his thumb through the wetness at the tip of his lover's cock thoughtfully, teasing the slit with his thumbnail gently, then replied, "The fitting rooms, Ken-love, let's go there."

Ken groaned with loss as the warm presence left his pants and he saw Yohji playfully sucking his thumb as they practically dashed towards the small rooms in the back of the store. An annoying sound rang through the air as they triggered the security buzzer, but they ignored it and kept going, selecting the largest one and quickly slipping into it together.

Ken latched the door and turned around to face Yohji who had dropped the bags he'd barely remembered to retrieve from the spot by the shirts where he had been seducing his lover moments before.

As the former soccer player was about to ask what was next, Yohji simply commanded, "Strip, Ken-love. Quickly!" The former playboy didn't need to see if his orders were followed or not, he had faith that his well-trained young lover would obey. Instead he moved to dig through a department store bag in a hurry before clenching something in his fist and triumphantly proclaiming, "Found it!"

Dark blue T-shirt long gone and jeans halfway to his knees as he struggled to belatedly yank off his boots, Ken glanced up and asked without slowing down, "You found what, love? Is it important?"

Yohji snorted softly and showed him the tube of hand cream that read "Sensitive Skin Formula by Clinique" and he commented, "Yeah, I kinda think it's important, lover-boy! We can use Omi's lotion as lube and maybe you'll be able to walk out of here when we're done instead of me having to carry you!"

"Oh my!" Ken looked shocked, annoyed with himself for not realizing what he might've been in for without the older man's foresight and the youngest Weiss assassin's need to care for dry skin.

Granted, neither of the men present knew that the special lotion was to have been a gift to the youngest member of Schwarz as a replacement for some used up in a similar fashion, but it didn't matter at that point in time. They were desperate and were glad to have what they did. [[This is a reference to "Opening Night", Book 0 of my "Theater Series" and even though this fic isn't technically part of that arc, it's a fun cross-reference, ne?]]

Bent over and partially undressed, the athletic nineteen year-old made Yohji's mouth water, Ken looked good enough to eat. The green-eyed man knew, however, that neither of them would be satisfied with a simple blow job and there simply wasn't time for much more than a hard, hot screw before Ginger would become concerned and come to see if anything was wrong.

Stripping out of his jeans and kicking them aside, Ken straightened and practically tore his boxers off throwing them beside the messy heap of clothes he'd shed in record time. With a hungry look in his eye, he snarled at his fully dressed partner, "What's this? You planning to just finger fuck me or are you going to get naked and do it the right way, Kudou?!"

Growling in the back of his throat since he hated to be questioned by his lover about matters pertaining to sex, Yohji answered darkly, "You don't *need* me naked to fuck that tight little ass of yours, Hidaka! Turn around and put your hands against the wall!" His angry tones softened as he stepped close enough to cup Ken's groin possessively in one hand and he added more reassuringly, "Trust me on this, baby. I'll give you what you need."

Ken trembled at the subtle implication of the emotion they rarely discussed and then darted forward to share a searing yet brief kiss with the man he adored before he answered, "I always trust you, love. You know that." Not needing an answer, he obediently turned and faced the wall, putting his hands wide apart before leaning forward, head bowed down submissively. He spotted his boots nearby and nudged one over to where he could put a foot up on it, raising his knee and making himself all the more enticing for his lover. Glancing back over his shoulder he asked, "How's this, love?"

After taking a good, long look at the way Ken was positioned for him, Yohji felt a shiver of hentai delight run through him even as he squirted lotion into one hand and moved to stroke Ken's bare hip with the other. He nearly purred as he moved to quickly spread lotion up and down the opened valley between his lover's buttocks enjoying the way the younger assassin was spreading and offering himself in a single gesture.

Remembering that he could speak, the taller man added, "You look magnificent, Ken-love. Just incredible!"

"Oh, gooooooood," Ken moaned as he felt himself being penetrated by a pair of slick fingers that seemed hell bent on finding his sweetspot on the first try. Brown hair shook as he kept his head down and began to pant, eager for more and pushing back against the questing digits enthusiastically.

Feeling similarly inclined to rush, Yohji added a third finger almost immediately and twisted his hand to get them as far in as he could. He felt quite satisfied when Ken's back suddenly arched and the younger man had to bite back a scream. Dark desires running faster than thought, the taller man withdrew his fingers almost to the tips, added more lotion, then jabbed them back in hard, fast, and deep.

"Now!" Ken suddenly cried as softly as he could with the rainbow of pleasure that the stimulation of his prostate was giving him. Begging and writhing and barely able to continue to stand, he babbled, "Now! Oh, please! Sweet heavens, Yohji, give it to me now!!"

Hunter green eyes alight with anticipated joy, the older man moved quickly to provide what he was being asked for and he unzipped his pants quickly, releasing the heavy erection that had throbbed trapped within them and utterly ignored until this point. Making a mental note to encourage Ken to go shopping again soon, Yohji coated himself liberally with the hand lotion and then tossed the tube aside and positioned himself behind the writhing assassin even as he withdrew his fingers and received a whine of need for his trouble.

"Shh, baby, shh," Yohji cooed softly and grasped Ken by the hips, holding him still so he could enter him more efficiently. "You're getting what you need, just like I promised, Ken-love." On the last word, he snapped his hips forward and rammed his engorged cock deep into the younger man's tight sheath.

"YES!!" Ken actually shouted with joy as he felt himself being forced open and filled so perfectly that he began to drown in the feeling of Yohji being deep inside him once more.

Even though he hadn't been able to embed the considerable length of his manhood with the first thrust, a feat the lanky blond had yet to accomplish with his over-eager lover, the pressures gripping him still felt like a perfect fit to him. Groaning with pleasure, he let his green eyes slide shut and he waited a moment to let Ken adjust to the large intruder.

Moaning with delight as well as pain after the speed and depth of their merger, the smaller man began to tremble and attempted to get Yohji to go into action by begging, "Oh, gods, koi, move!"

"Yes, baby, oh yes!" Yohji's fingers tightened ever so slightly on Ken's hips as he withdrew partially and then thrust forward again, going deeper and feeling even more of that heavenly near-pain of being nearly crushed by the smaller man's body around him.

They both fought against the desire to cry out as they sped up, thrusts going harder, better, faster, stronger, as Yohji drove them to the edge of glory in the fitting room.

Sparkles of color flew across Ken's inner vision as his sweetspot took a pounding he couldn't resist. As he felt a tension building within him, he knew the end was close. "Oh gods, koi, I want to come," he panted, begging for permission to fall over the edge. "Please, oh please! Let me *come*!!"

"Then let go, baby!" Yohji urged with a harder thrust and an inner glow of pleasure at how his lover trusted him to take good care of him no matter where they made love. Knowing what would happen next, he slipped one hand forward and touched Ken's trembling cock lightly and commanded simply, "Come!"

Ken reacted instantaneously and he swallowed the wail of pleasure that wanted to make itself heard as his seed poured forth in a heated rush. Quick action on the more experienced man's part kept the vast majority of the wet heat from splashing onto the carpet below their feet, catching it in his hand and holding it there even as he himself found completion.

Yohji gladly fell into the abyss of joy with a groan, his own release pulsing out strongly, washing the younger man's insides with molten savagery that was at odds with the depths of love they shared, yet rarely spoke of. Powerful inner muscles clamped down on his pulsing cock, milking it of the last of his seed quickly and efficiently.

Slumping forward onto the naked back of the brunette beneath him, the blond moaned happily, "Damn, but you're *good*, Ken-love!" Gasping for breath, he smiled happily and let the warmth of post-coital fuzziness flow through him as the buttons on his shirt left tiny circles down the other man's spine.

"That's not true," Ken demurred shyly, wriggling his hips and saying, "I'm not 'good' at all, koi. It's *you* who are perfect! You fit inside me so well, love!"

Chuckling slightly, Yohji dropped a kiss onto Ken's slightly sweaty back and then glanced around before saying, "Grab that paper towel for me, baby."

"Sure thing," the brunette responded, handing it back as he just noticed a roll of it sitting next to some mirror cleaner on the floor. Realizing they'd missed an opportunity, he complained, "Shit, we could've done that in front of the mirror in here, Yohji! That would've been spectacular to watch, ne?"

"Damn!" Yohji reacted, angry with himself for missing it. "You are quite right, Kenken! Well, we'll just have to come shopping here again sometime and try that out, now won't we?"

Bright smile on his face, Ken replied, "I think that can be arranged! *That* will be one time that I *won't* hate to go shopping, Yohji!"

While they had talked, Yohji had removed most of Ken's release from his hand and tossed the used paper towel into a nearby trashcan before tearing off another. Wishing they could stay where they were a moment longer but knowing it wasn't possible, he withdrew and cleaned himself up, too, then simply closed his jeans and smirked at Ken who was grumbling about his clothes getting wrinkled from being on the floor in a heap.

"C'mon, Kenken, don't be mad. It was worth it, wasn't it?" The older man crooned as he gathered up the forgotten black jeans intending to pay for them on the way out thinking that even if Ginger had had no luck, they'd have gotten something new for the claw-wielding assassin to wear.

"Of course it was," the athletic youth answered with a grin as he noticed that Yohji had reclaimed all the bags and had tucked Omi's hand cream into his back pocket. "Guess we need to make a stop at the Clinique counter again, don't we?"

"Afraid so," the green-eyed man smirked broadly. "But I kinda liked the way that felt, maybe we should buy a tube to keep in my roadster. You know, for emergencies?" The leer on his face warned Ken that some of those "emergencies" might even involve times they were stuck in traffic.

Ken laughed straight in his face and asked sarcastically, "Can't we do that with what's left in the one you've got in your pocket, you dirty old man?"

"No," Yohji laughed back, "This one's going in the drawer in the kitchen! I like this better than olive oil, not as messy to clean up afterwards."

"Ewww!! You're gross, Yohji!" Ken continued to laugh but couldn't disagree. Presentable once more, he added, "Let's get out of here, koi. I'm sure that Ginger's wondering what the hell happened to us."

"Sounds reasonable," the taller man agreed, planting an unexpected kiss on Ken's lips right as he opened the door into the shop and triggered the annoying security buzzer again.

Fighting down the blush that threatened as he realized they'd had an audience for the kiss, Ken smiled and greeted the salesclerk who stood right outside the fitting room, "How'd it go, Ginger-chan? I'll bet you didn't find a thing for me, right?"

"Oh yes I did," the bubbly brunette smiled, her brown eyes bright with hidden knowledge. "Come see what I've got for you, Ken-san, it's by the computer."

"All right." Not sure that he liked the sounds of that, Ken agreed anyway and went over to examine the stacks of garments, shocked that he actually liked almost everything that was there. More shocking was the fact that his lover seemed to approve of it from a fashion advisor's point of view.

"It's not good enough to be club-wear on the weekends, Kenken, but this should do," Yohji smiled and pulled out a sky-blue credit card that the former soccer player had never seen before and handed it to the salesclerk.

As the woman rang up the purchase several meters away, the brown-eyed youth asked, "Going to tell me whose card that is, Yohji, or are you going to make me guess?"

The blond man shrugged elegantly and answered, "It's Persia's. He thinks I only use it for weaponry and shit like that, but it comes in handy other places, too."

"What?!" Chocolate brown eyes widened in surprise and Ken demanded, "How can that be right? He'd see the store name and know it wasn't a gun shop!"

"Baka," Yohji teased gently, "we don't *carry* guns! Most of the dealers we work with use store fronts like this one and I go in, buy some random thing or another and pay for it as well as more wire, darts, blade supplies, or whatever at the same time. Didn't you ever wonder why I didn't have any trouble getting plenty of that whenever we wanted it?"

"Um, yeah, I did, Yohji, but it never occurred to me that it worked that way," Ken admitted feeling foolish for never having asked.

Ginger packed the new clothing into a number of bags for the two men and then bid them farewell, bowing slightly as she smiled broadly and added, "Please come back soon, Yohji-san, Ken-san! It's always a pleasure to help people get what they need!"

Ken raised an eyebrow at this remark that sounded uncannily like something his lover had told him in the fitting room, smiled, and then agreed, "Sure, Ginger-chan, we probably will. Oh, and if any of the clothes don't fit, you might see us back even sooner."

The woman mock-pouted and answered with a smile, "If I knew *that* was what it would take to get you to come back to see me, Ken-san, I might not have tried so hard to get all the sizes right! But remember what I said, we guarantee a perfect fit every time! Have a nice day!"

Nodding and hefting the bags easily, the brunette commented, "I'll remember that. See you later, Ginger-chan."

As the two men walked away, the salesclerk finally let the giggles loose she'd been restraining for so long. Holding her sides to keep them from hurting too much, she just shook her head in amusement. When she was finally under control, Ginger went to the computer she'd used to search the database and entered a few commands quickly and efficiently.

After sending a message with a very special attachment to her dear friend Manx, she deleted the digital video records from the security tapes for the fitting room. No one else needed to know the things that Persia's credit card *really* paid for, now did they?

~owari~

Author's Notes:

[1] This fic is dedicated to the members of the [youjixken] ML at YahooGroups! If you enjoyed this story and would like to read more featuring this delightful pairing, drop a note to Youjixken-subscribe@yahoogroups.com !

[2] As for that bit about Yohji using Persia's credit card, I've wondered from time to time how they paid for their equipment and where replacements came from, but why I added this theory to a throw-away lemon, I've got no idea.

[3] As for that ending, well, what can I say? {smirk}

[4] Muse Credit Union:My lemon muse Erato felt that after a particularly stressful week, she'd give me something lemony to share with everyone at the "Weiss Kreuz" lists. Isn't it nice of her to break up my Real Life angst with some Not-Real Lemony fun?

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