Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Sous-Chef ❯ Chapter 15

A/N: I do apologize for the excessive delay in getting this chapter out, and for the shortness of it. I've been having medical problems (heheh—`I have a note from my doctor!') so I haven't been able to do much writing lately. I whine about it sometimes on my LJ, so if you're ever wondering `what's taking that lazy $&@! so long to update?' you can check there—user `fieryredqueen'. I also have some ficcage there that isn't anywhere else on the web, if you're interested.

 

 

Chapter 15

 

“He's feeling pretty happy,” Schuldig told Yohji as they drove off from Thibodeaux's.

 

“I kinda noticed.” Yohji smiled as he pulled onto I-10. “When did that happen?”

 

“While I'd like to think it's a hold-over from the awesome fucking yesterday, I think he actually likes this job. He seems to fit in well there.” Schuldig smiled at a semi-evolved-looking man in a station wagon

they were passing.

 

“But I mean…It's only been three days. Two weeks ago, he was so depressed that he wouldn't even speak. Can we trust this happiness?” Yohji hated to sound doubtful about Aya, especially since he loved it when Aya was happy. An Aya happy-smile lit a room like no amount of incandescent bulbs ever could. Those smiles were exceedingly rare in Yohji's experience, but he hoped they wouldn't always be.

 

“We can trust it, and we can also accept that it's not likely to last.”

 

“Nice optimism,” Yohji grumbled.

 

“Optimism is for pansies,” his companion asserted. “Oh, come on,” he said, when Yohji flashed a glare at him. “He's been morbidly depressed for over a year, and he was never what you'd call a happy camper. Despite what DeVry Technical Institute would have you believe, a change of career isn't going to magically turn you from a moody and dissatisfied person into a carefree and cheerful one.”

 

“You're oversimplifying,” Yohji insisted.

 

“Yes, but you know what I mean.”

 

He nodded reluctantly.

 

“Oh, get off at this next exit,” Schu told him, and then held on to the dashboard as Yohji hit the brakes hard, changing lanes and cutting off a semi in his scramble to get on the exit ramp. The truck's horn blew so loudly it made Yohji's eyes water.

 

“You think you could give me a little more warning?” Yohji asked, a little dizzy from the adrenaline.

 

“Sorry,” his infuriating boyfriend chirped.

 

Yohji grumbled as the exit ramp merged into a large avenue. “You going to tell me where the hell we're going?”

 

“Farf's place. He wants us to feed and walk the dogs.”

 

Yohji decided he must have misheard.

 

“No, you heard right.”

 

“Dogs? What dogs? And when did he ask us to do this?” Now that he knew their destination, Yohji recognized the street they were on. He made the appropriate left turn.

 

“Farfie has two rottweilers. I met them when I stopped by his place yesterday. He asked me to take them out just before we went downstairs to see Aya. You were flirting with Shelly, strap-on queen and pastry chef extraordinaire.”

 

“I don't remember any dogs at Farf's place. I would've remembered rottweilers.”

 

“They stayed in his bedroom while we were there for dinner.”

 

“What, were they sedated? Why didn't anyone mention them?”

 

“They're extremely well-behaved, which makes sense considering who raised them.”

 

Yohji cringed inwardly. “I don't even want to know what Farfarello considers discipline.”

 

Schuldig looked mildly annoyed with him. “Farfie's love of carnage for carnage's sake doesn't necessarily spread to the rest of the animal kingdom. Animals like him. He seems to know what they want and how they feel without anthropomorphizing them.”

 

“You know you just used a six-syllable word?”

 

“Screw off, Yohji.” Schuldig crossed his arms and pouted so cutely that Yohji wanted to pull off the road and suck that pout right off his face.

 

::You think I'm stupid. There'll be no sucking of my face whether it's pouty or not.::

 

“I don't think you're stupid. I think it's amusing how your vocabulary expands when you're annoyed and trying to explain things to me.”

 

“You're right. I should use small words to explain things to you, Blondie.”

 

Yohji chuckled and shook his head, pulling into the parking lot of Farfarello's apartment building. “Wouldn't big dogs be unhappy all cooped up in an apartment?”

 

Schuldig shrugged. “You'd think, but his seem content.” He had a very limited telepathic ability with animals, able to get a vague sense of their state of mind only if he concentrated. He could also project feelings onto an animal, but since he couldn't project a feeling he wasn't experiencing himself, the usefulness of that was very limited. Far easier for him to manipulate the complex mind of a human, whose feelings were most often the result of thoughts.

 

The pout was still lingering on Schuldig's lips, so after Yohji parked and turned off the car, he gently tilted his flame-haired lover's face toward him and kissed him. He sucked gently on Schu's lower lip, then nibbled on the upper one. Schuldig hummed and slipped his arms over Yohji's shoulders.

 

The kiss got heated very quickly, but the sun was shining through the windows. Even though it was a cool day, the intensity of the sunshine was uncomfortable. Yohji felt like an ant under a magnifying glass.

 

Schuldig broke the kiss. “Ordinarily I'd smack you for letting a little heat stop you from ravishing me as you should,” he said, wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead, “but I can feel the sweat as it emerges from my pores, and at the moment it feels yucky. Let's get out of here.”

 

Yohji grinned and kissed his man again before sliding out of the car. Schuldig walked ahead of him—`walked' really wasn't the right word, it was more a seductive slink than a walk. Yohji wondered if it would feel too weird to fuck in Farfarello's apartment.

 

“We have to take care of the dogs first,” Schuldig reminded, dropping a teasing wink at him. “They haven't been out since Farfie's friend took them out last night.”

 

“Joy,” Yohji muttered. “Who's his friend?”

 

“Some lady who lives in the building. She's out of town today or she'd be doing this for him. I went into her mind a little last weekend.” He grinned. “She's in her mid-forties, prematurely silver, horrible body—bony and squishy in all the wrong places—and she has a face like a wrinkled hatchet. She's also in love with the Farf.”

 

As they got in the elevator, Yohji tried to wrap his mind around the idea of someone being in love with the psycho albino. “So he takes advantage of her by having her take care of his dogs when he's not around?”

 

Schu scoffed at him. “Like you've never taken advantage of someone's attraction to you to get them to do things.”

 

Yohji squirmed a little. “I didn't say it was a bad thing.”

 

“Your tone implied it. But anyway,” he continued before Yohji could argue, “since he obliges whenever she wants him to fuck her, it's more her taking advantage of him anyway—“

 

“Eh? I don't want to know about Farfarello's sex life!” Then Yohji thought for a second. “Is he really that desperate? I mean, even with the one eye and scars, he's not that bad looking.”

 

“Farfie's beautiful,” Schuldig said with some conviction. “You just don't see him objectively.”

 

“Okay, assuming that's true—“

 

“He likes her.” Schu shrugged. “She makes children cry,” he added, as if that explained it all.

 

“Ah. Of course.”

 

“It's not like she's his only lover, either.”

 

“That's more than enough information now, thank you.”

 

The elevator doors opened and Schuldig sauntered to the door, swiveling his hips more than was absolutely necessary. Yohji slid his hand over his boyfriend's delectable ass as Schuldig slid the key home. “Tadaimaaaaa!” he yelled as he thrust open the door.

 

Yohji was startled by the sudden appearance of two enormous black dogs, carrying leather leashes in their mouths. Their heads were easily hip height on Schuldig, huge heads with jaws that looked capable of taking off an arm with one well-placed chomp. He liked animals, but these…he used to know someone who'd had his face mostly torn off by a rottweiler, and had nearly had his throat ripped out by them a few times while he was an assassin, since they were popular guard dogs. He'd never thought he'd have to be on amicable terms with a couple of them, and he didn't particularly like the idea.

 

Schu had no such compunctions. “Hello, Romulus!” he cried, falling to his knees and taking the leash out of the mouth of the dog wearing a red collar. He surprised Yohji by throwing his arms around the thick black neck, hugging the dog and kissing its cheek. The animal stood patiently still, accepting the affection.

 

“So he doesn't lock the dogs in the bedroom all the time, I guess?” Yohji said, eyeing the other dog, which was beginning to look a little agitated.

 

“Of course not,” Schuldig said, attaching Romulus' leash and handing the end to Yohji, who reluctantly accepted it. “He just wanted them out from underfoot while Aya was cooking. Hi, Darius!” The second dog seemed a little more lively, and snuffled at Schuldig's hair while he got his hug.

 

“Since when are you such an animal lover?” Yohji asked, somewhat bewildered by the scene.

 

“I love huge, muscular black dogs. They're so…sexy,” Schu purred, cradling Darius' head. Romulus barked. “Okay, okay.” Schuldig stood up, attaching his leash to Darius' black collar. “Let's go before they decide we're taking too long and jump off the balcony.”

 

******

 

“Shit,” Yohji wheezed, flopping down on the couch with the towel Schuldig had tossed to him. “I thought they were laid-back.” The dogs obviously had a set routine, like trail-horses. And like trail-horses, they took long stretches of their path at full gallop. It had been all Yohji could do to keep hold of the leash and not get yanked off his feet. “Some squishy bony lady handles both of these guys?”

 

Schuldig shrugged, setting a pitcher of ice water and a couple of glasses on the coffee table and sprawling on an armchair. Romulus and Darius padded over to lie down on either side of the chair, flanking him like sentinels. He looked like a king, or a pharaoh or something. “More to her than meets the eye, I suppose. And thanks, I always figured I must have royal blood.”

 

“Hmph. You didn't even break a sweat,” Yohji groused, mopping his brow. “You and your damn supervillain speed.” He leaned forward and poured out two glasses of water, then chugged his so fast it leaked out around the corners of his mouth and ran down his neck, making him shiver.

 

“You're so pretty when you're bushed and dying of thirst,” Schuldig remarked, winking suggestively. A thread of fire shot straight from Yohji's chest to his groin. “The running wouldn't have been so hard for you if you hadn't spent so many years chain-smoking like a locomotive.”

 

Yohji snorted. “Like you have any right to criticize someone's vices.”

 

“I'm not criticizing, I'm just observing.”

 

“Whatever. You think Farfarello would mind if we ate something? I'm starved after that work-out.”

 

“Nah, he wouldn't mind. He will notice, though, so don't take stuff that looks like it might be for a special occasion, and don't try to cover up the fact that you've taken something.” Schuldig's hand dropped lazily down to scratch under Romulus' chin.

 

“Should I leave an itemized receipt?” Yohji asked. “Sheesh. I'm just talking about a sandwich or something, not a 15-course hogfest like last weekend.”

 

“Better to be safe then sorry where Farf's concerned. He gets upset about weird little things.”

 

Yohji considered just forgoing the food, but his stomach growled loudly enough that Darius cocked an ear at him.

 

Schuldig laughed. “Hang on a second, if you're so worried. I'll ask him.”

 

Yohji considered the dogs again while his boyfriend spaced out for his long-distance telepathy session. Now that he'd spent a little time with them, he was able to appreciate their robust elegance. They were surprisingly gentle creatures, and intelligent as well. Yohji had been keeping Romulus at his side with no more than a gentle “Heel!” There was plenty of slack on the leash when Schu had told him that the dogs were practically vibrating with the need to run. He'd looked at Romulus and decided to let the dog choose the pace, and no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the dog was off and running. Schu had told him, laughing, that the dogs weren't psychic, so it must have been a change in his facial expression, or posture, or smell, or something. Romulus kept him at his limits but pressed no further, though he suspected the dog could have fought him for a much faster pace.

 

“Farf says go ahead and eat whatever you want,” Schu informed him, coming out of his semi-daze. “He says we can also drink whatever we want that isn't more than ten years old.”

 

“You know, the phone would have worked just as well,” Yohji smirked, getting off the couch after pouring another glass of water to take with him.

 

Schu wrinkled his nose. “My way's faster and cooler. Who needs stupid technology?”

 

“Show-off.” Yohji bent over and kissed Schuldig, lingering. “You want anything?”

 

“Mmm, let's see. I'm in the mood for sweets. I'm tired and need a sugar-boost.”

 

The blond straightened. “Yeah, you need a sugar-high like I need a gaping chest wound.”

 

“You asked,” Schu sulked.

 

“I didn't say I wouldn't feed you your drug of choice. Should I just bring you a sack of Dixie Crystals and a spoon?”

 

His boyfriend crossed his arms and sniffed. ::I'm not speaking to you anymore.::

 

“Will that change if I bring you something nice?” Yohji asked, lowering his voice to a sexy purr. “And feed it to you?”

 

Schu said nothing, but the corners of his lips tilted up slightly as he arched an eyebrow.

 

Yohji smiled and walked through the dining area to the kitchen. As he opened the refrigerator, the phone began to ring. He found some leftover Turducken and the remains of a red velvet cake, putting them on the counter as the answering machine cut on.

 

“This is John. Jehovah's Witnesses, please come to the door instead. Everyone else, leave a number.”

 

Yohji stuck his slice of poultry on a plate and shoved it in the microwave, wondering if he should find the message amusing or worrying. It was probably just a little in-joke Farfarello had with…well, just with himself, most likely.

 

Beep!

 

“Farfarello. Agents on the move.”

 

There was a click as the caller hung up. Yohji realized he was staring, immobile, at the machine.

 

Farfarello?

 

No one here was supposed to know that name.

 

“No, they're not,” Schuldig said from the doorway.

 

Yohji turned to him, food forgotten. “Who the hell do you suppose that was from?” It occurred to him that Farfarello might have been calling himself, the way people sometimes did to remind themselves of things, but it hadn't sounded like him, and anyway that seemed…

 

::Silly?:: Schu offered. ::His memory's quite clear now. I doubt he'd need to do something like that. And this doesn't sound like something he'd ordinarily want discussed on his phone.:: “I'm more curious to know who `agents' is referring to.” He grabbed the knife Yohji had been holding, cutting himself an enormous slice of cake and flipping it onto a plate. “I'm surprised Farfie had something like this lying around; he never really liked sweets,” he commented, sucking frosting off his thumb. His eyes closed blissfully. “Hmm, it's good. You should have a piece too, Yohji.”

 

Yohji shook his head, putting the unused food back in the fridge. “Not in the mood for cake. Beer?” he asked, holding up two bottles of German lager.

 

“Oooh, nice. It won't go well with this kind of cake, but I won't complain. Much.”

 

Schuldig waited for him to open the bottles and grab his own plate out of the microwave, and then they headed out of the kitchen. Yohji stopped at the dining table, but Schuldig continued on to the sofa. “Schu, we should probably eat here, don't you think?”

 

“Nah. If we drop anything, the dogs'll eat it before it has a chance to stain.”

 

That wasn't terribly reassuring to Yohji.

 

Schuldig raised an eyebrow at him. “It's not too cold. We could eat on the balcony, if you're so afraid Farfie will pound you into next week for dripping truffles on the rug.”

 

Yohji humphed. “I'm telling him you call him Farfie all the time when he's not around.”

 

“He knows.”

 

It was very nice out on the balcony. Schuldig stretched out on a surprisingly tasteful patio sofa, while Yohji chose to sit at a small dining set. The dogs, huge as they were, somehow managed to both fit under the table. Mostly. There was no room for anyone's feet, though.

 

After a few minutes of chewing and reflection that this dish was still as good as it had been the day it was cooked, Yohji asked, “You think that phone call was referring to Esszet?”

 

Schuldig looked up from happily devouring his cake, a few red crumbs sticking to his lips. “Whenever I hear `agents' I think Esszet. So I have no idea.”

 

“Yeah…used to be whenever I heard `agents' I'd think Kritiker.” Of course, now he'd been running from Esszet for longer than he'd worked for Kritiker. Somehow it didn't seem possible. “Did it sound like a warning to you?”

 

“It didn't sound like anything.” That was something, coming from Schuldig, who was generally able to read a voice with uncanny accuracy even if he couldn't read its owner's thoughts. “Perhaps it was meant instructionally.”

 

Yohji's eyes widened. “You think he's working for Esszet again?”

 

“No, he'd have no reason to do that.”

 

“They could have bribed him…”

 

Schuldig snorted. “With what? Don't think just because Farfarello's set up a comfortable niche for himself that he wouldn't abandon it in an instant. He gets less attached to things, people, places, than just about anyone I know. He's strong-willed but not ambitious, and he has no desire to be puppetmaster of the world like 95% of Esszet, and independent enough now to get along fine without them. They couldn't offer him anything that he'd want.”

 

Yohji chewed. “He's attached to you.”

 

Schuldig looked thoughtful, wiping his mouth and setting his mostly-empty plate down on the floor. “Yeah, he's probably more attached to me than he is to anyone else, and he would have been perfectly content living out the rest of his life never seeing me again.”

 

“That just doesn't seem human,” Yohji observed, frowning. Schuldig shrugged, swigging his beer. “So who is he working for if not Esszet?”

 

Another shrug. “It's likely that he has a small intelligence network of his own. He could even be dabbling in the fun-filled world of international espionage.”

 

“Secret agent? Like double-oh-Farf? Think he's working for the Queen?” Yohji chuckled.

 

“You do realize Ireland isn't part of the—“

 

“Yeah, I know,” Yohji sighed. “If Esszet agents were coming here, you think you'd be able to notice them before they notice you?” A white panic suddenly seized his heart. He'd spoken the words before the implications sank in. Before they'd taken Aya in and moved here, the barest hint of a tip, as this seemed to be, would have sent them packing. Yohji was stunned to think he might actually rather stay here and fight Esszet again than leave their home—but it was Schuldig they were after. They might not be able to afford to stay.

 

“It depends on who shows up. Don't worry, Yohji. No one can run forever.” Schu's eyes looked very old. “We won't be sitting ducks. There'll be warning, count on that. I can't promise how much…” He trailed off, and chugged the rest of his beer. “Should I just ask Farf?”

 

“No, not…not right now. I'm not sure I want to know just now. Let's just make sure we don't get complacent.”

 

Schuldig nodded, grunting agreement.

 

“I don't want to drag Aya into anything like another Esszet battle,” Yohji fretted, propping an arm on the table and resting his cheek in his hand.

 

“You wanna cut him loose?” Schuldig asked in a completely neutral tone.

 

Yohji snapped upright, glaring fiercely. “No! What the hell would you say something like that for? How could you suggest such a thing after the past month? After yesterday!?” The dogs shifted uneasily under the table, making soft grumbling sounds.

 

“All that I'm saying, Yohji,” Schuldig answered, soft and clear, “is that if you think Aya isn't going to be right in the middle of anything we get involved in, especially if it's Esszet, you're kidding yourself. Don't expect to be able to hide things from him or that he'll let us protect him just because he's not at his best. If you honestly think it's best to keep Aya out of a tangle with Esszet, you should never have agreed to him coming with us. I know they haven't caught up with us yet, and that phone call might not even be about Esszet, but we're not on the move anymore and they're still looking for us. For me,” he corrected. “If they look here, whether by accident or design, they will almost definitely find us. If you're having qualms and pangs of conscience, you should either cut him loose or cut me loose. Assuming Esszet factions are not still hunting Weiss, which we don't know that they aren't, it'll solve that problem. Of course the phone call might be an indication that they're hunting Farfarello as well, in which case—“

 

“Alright, alright, I get the point already. Sue me for feeling protective of the guy. Like you said, he's not at his best.” Yohji got up and strode across the balcony to the sofa, throwing a leg over Schuldig and straddling his thighs. He didn't want to think about this anymore, since there wasn't much they could do about it.

 

“I won't sue you, but since he's recovered a bit he might spank you with that katana of his.”

 

Yohji smiled, bending down to swipe a fingerful of frosting from the dish on the floor. “He spanked me with that just yesterday, as I recall.”

 

“If I meant `flesh katana' I would have said it.”

 

Yohji grinned, licking part of the frosting off his finger. It really was excellent, not too sweet or too heavy. Maybe he would actually have some later. “You know, it really wouldn't serve any purpose, cutting Aya loose,” he commented. “If he's not recovered enough, he'll have a relapse, and if he is recovered enough, we'll have to spend life on the run from him as well as Esszet.”

 

“Lose-lose situation,” Schuldig agreed. “I was just making a point, you know. I want him in our home as much as you do.”

 

“I know.” Yohji caressed Schu's face, lowering his icing-laden finger to the redhead's lips and smearing the stuff on them. “Mmmm.” He bent forward and started sucking, licking and lightly chewing on those sweet lips.

 

Schuldig groaned and licked him back, tasting sweet and musky and sexy. Yohji felt himself being pushed backward, and he went with a noise of protest. Schuldig was holding one of the remaining chunks of cake up to his lips, though, so he opened his mouth and let Schu's fingers in. He sucked hard on them as they drew out slowly. Yohji's eyes flew open as he chewed the cake. “Wow.”

 

“Good, huh?” Schu said smugly, as though he'd baked it himself.

 

“So moist. And…what the hell is in this? It's got the nicest texture…” Yohji bent over and grabbed the plate, still chewing.

 

“Hey, weren't we doing something?” Schuldig pouted.

 

“You said you weren't going to speak to me unless I brought you something nice and fed it to you, right?” Yohji said, holding up one of the remaining bits.

 

“Oh, that's right. But I'm full now.”

 

“Aw. Guess you'll just have to feed it to me, then.”

 

“Your logic is flawed, but I still can't fault it,” Schuldig laughed.

 

“Of course not. It's Schu logic.”

 

Schuldig huffed at that. “Time to shut that pretty mouth up with something,” he declared, popping another piece of cake into Yohji's mouth.

 

“Mmmm…”

 

Eventually the cake disappeared and the plate was lying forgotten on the floor, along with most of their clothes. Schuldig was writhing on top of Yohji in naked glory, except for a pair of argyle socks. For some reason Yohji couldn't fathom, he thought argyle socks were extremely sexy on Schu, and they'd amassed quite a collection. Yohji was shirtless, but his pants were only down to his thighs as he thrust up inside Schu, their hips slapping frenetically. Schuldig, outlined in afternoon sunlight so that his hair was truly fiery and his eyes bluer than lapis lazuli, looked fey and wild. Beautiful. The redhead screamed out shamelessly, movements sinuous, caressing his own flesh with abandon, as though he'd never felt anything so wonderful. Yohji was ensorcelled.

 

Then Schuldig began feeding him his own sensations, and Yohji was too caught up in ecstasy to notice much beyond the sense of touch, except for that orange hair flying against the background of azure sky.

 

He was certain the whole city must have heard their screams when they came, together.

 

When he regained his senses Yohji noticed, with some amusement, that the dogs had gone inside at some point.

 

“They have manners,” Schuldig mumbled into his neck.

 

“Mmf,” Yohji agreed.

 

::We should go before we fall asleep. I wouldn't mind falling asleep naked on Farfie's balcony, but…::

 

The thought of Farfarello discovering them there jolted Yohji out of an almost doze. ::I'm surprised you didn't let me fall asleep anyway,:: he said, arching an eyebrow.

 

“I'll let you fall asleep after we drink all his liquor and screw in his bed,” Schuldig replied.

 

“Not happening without serious telepathic influence, and I would kill you the second I was able to.”

 

“Then I'd just have to keep you as my slave,” the German said, pulling his pants on.

 

“Hmph. That would bore you.”

 

“I'd still have Aya.”

 

“He'd never forgive you for taking my free will away.”

 

“Hate-sex is some of the best sex ever.”

 

Yohji pulled his shirt on. ::You've thought this through, huh?::

 

Schuldig looked at him incredulously. ::Hello. My name's Schuldig. Have we met?::

 

Yohji laughed. In an unprecedented show of pure glee, he swept Schuldig into his arms as he stood, lifted his boyfriend off the ground and spun around with him. “You're my favorite person, baby, you know that?” he said as he set Schu back down.

 

Schu looked stunned, then a broad smile crept across his face. He nearly glowed, more joyful than Yohji had ever seen him. Even so, his eyes filled and his lips trembled. ::Don't say things like that,:: his mental voice whispered.

 

::It's true, so why shouldn't I?:: Yohji asked, wiping a tear from Schu's cheek with the pad of his thumb.

 

“Because I know it's true, and I have to believe you, and it makes me so happy and I know that…” Schuldig's words, spilling out on top of one another, abruptly halted as his breath hitched.

 

“You know that what?” Yohji prodded, catching two more tears.

 

“Things can only get worse,” Schuldig finished, his voice barely audible. He seemed like a completely different person from just a few minutes ago. “Something terrible is bound to happen now.”

 

“Now whose logic is flawed?” Yohji's hands cupped Schuldig's cheeks.

It still surprised him when his boyfriend became vulnerable like this, but despite his powers he was still only human.

 

Schuldig chuckled, still happy under his tears. “It's Schu logic. I love you, Yohji.”

 

Yohji kissed his nose. ::Let's go home.::

 

“Yeah,” Schuldig said, recovering a little, and Yohji picked up their empty plates and bottles and followed him inside.

 

 

*****

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