Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

Start Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: Crimson Trust
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami, or Waste by Staind

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: R (just to be safe with the content)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, rape, character death

Spoilers: None
Summary: Yami has always been lied to, always been betrayed and hurt. Working as a special agent for the CSI crime lab in Miami he finds peace while raising his younger siblings. But an old enemy has returned, and a wonderful man just entered his life. Can he trust a stranger, or will he simply give up on life all together.

*** Story idea came from the song Waste by Staind***
Status: 9/32ish lol

 

A/N: Its bloody exam week >< lol, been a lil busy, and I will be for the next week, I work every day next week, along with doing my exams ><. I will try my hardest to write and update, I'll take advantage of the few days that I have off and write. Otherwise, I am studying and working……working a lot, lol, 27-30 hours a week, and me a part timer ><

 

Oh…and I jus did the addition of the pages on my comp for this ficcie….93 freakin pages long >< lol, and its in size ten font…edges extended out, lol. Wow…this fic is really long huh, lol, me likie…gunna keep going. Enjoy please. ^^

 

NINE

But these words
They don't replace the life you waste

“Taita… I have a predicament on my hands…I don't know if I'll be able to continue the case.”

 

“What?! Did I just hear you right…Yami, you can't, we need you buddy!”

 

“I need my family more Taita…and I don't know how I am going to work on the case without being spotted by unwanted eyes. Unless I do everything from home... but even that is not safe.”

 

“What do you mean by your family, Yami they're safe, Lucien is not stupid enough to attack you in your own house. He does not have the guts to face Bakura and Joey…”

 

“I am not implying to that Bastard… I am talking about Santo… I am talking about a man that would be willing to stalk me, that would be willing to attack me in my own home when it is filled with people.”

 

“Did he say something to you? When did he come near you… you should have said something.”

 

“It was yesterday, after I picked up Yugi and Kalie. He threatened my family… they are all I have left Taita… I cant risk their lives for this damned case. Besides…now that he's back… I don't think that my mind can handle the stress of this particular case. I need a distraction, yes, but not this case, its too dangerous.”

 

“We'll protect you Yami, you and the others… we need you on this case buddy.”

 

“I'll tell you my decision tomorrow at my debriefing. I need to get ready for work… I'll see you when I get there…alright.”

 

“Okay… be careful.” Instantly the phone was replaced on the receiver, dark violet eyes dropping to the floor, utter worry shining brilliantly within them like a beacon to the angels above.

 

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Inner Universe pulsated loudly through the speakers of the SUV as he drove towards the Kaiba manor a few minutes away. The beat vibrated the vehicle from the intensity of the volume, nearly drowning him in the rhythmic beats and soft singing that blended together perfectly.

 

Violet eyes were focused solely upon the road ahead of him through the darkness of the night, the black blanket cloaking the world around him, while thick clouds blocked the moons sliver glow from casting its comforting light upon the city of Miami.

 

Sighing deeply he pressed lightly on the breaks, coming to a stop at an intersection, eyes barely watching the light finally switch to red. Blinking he glanced out the window, the deep waters of the ocean swinging into view as he moved towards the immense manors along Miami Beach. Grunting he averted his gaze as the light flashed green, pressing the gas he moved along with traffic, absently watching where he was going, and turning when he needed to.

 

Rounding a corner the manor finally swung into view, the beautiful design standing out amongst the others, the splendour of it simply forcing the others to draw back and hide behind the trees. Pulling up in front of it he retrieved the items that he would need for the night and move to vacate the vehicle, thick wind breaker protecting him from the nights chill.

 

Shuddering he moved up to the house, instantly knocking on the door and stepping back, waiting for Victor to come and allow him in. He did not have to wait long, the butler pulled the door open, the scowl upon his face instantly diminishing into a gleeful smile as he pulled the young CSI into a warm embrace.

 

“We missed you greatly, Sir,” he exclaimed, beaming brightly as he stepped back, ushering Yami inside. “Mokuba was worried that you would not be coming back.”

 

“I missed being here,” Yami murmured, feeling Victor removing his jacked he adjusted his arms to help him. Once done he turned to the elderly man, a bright grin upon his face, the bags under his beautiful eyes visible.

 

Victor noticed this instantly, concern crossing his face, “Are you well?”

 

He was about to answer but the excited cry of a young familiar voice caught their ears and Yami immediately found his arms full of a warm young body with a full head of raven hair. Grunting he stumbled back hitting the wall in his uneasiness, Mokuba laughing gaily in his arms. A tired but pleasant smile crossed over his features as he glanced down at the young man, “Missed you too, Mokie.”

 

Mokuba lifted his head, grey eyes gleaming with joy, “Why have you been away for so long?”

 

“It was only a week,” Yami protested, eyes shifting towards the kitchen as Seto and Taita made their way out to investigate the noise.

 

“It was more than that... two days over that,” Mokuba protested, playfully hitting his shoulder and allowing Yami to move away from the wall.

 

Chuckling Yami ruffled his hair, “Good to know that I was missed.”

 

“Yami,” Taita said, breaking through the cheer with the seriousness in his tone. Turning to him Yami swallowed hard, giving a nod of acknowledgement to his comrade. Grunting Taita moved towards him, gripping his shoulder tightly and whispering into his ear. “Come with me for a second… we need to talk.”

 

Reluctantly Yami nodded, sending a reassuring smile towards Seto and the others he removed his shoes and followed Taita into the piano room, watching as his friend closed the door as to enable them some privacy. Heaving a sigh Yami sank down onto the piano bench, lifting his gaze to Taita's face as his friend stared down at him, arms crossed.

 

“Did he hurt you,” Taita demanded, dark cerulean eyes hard with concern and anger.

 

“I don't think that that matters Tai…”

 

“It damn well does in my mind!” Taita snapped, forcing Yami to jump in surprise. Moving to the bench Taita placed a hand upon the piano, leaning beside his friend so that their faces were but a few inches apart. “You are one of my best friends…and I want to make sure that you are fit enough for this.”

 

Violet eyes flashed in fury, rage visibly boiling within them. “Yes, he touched me alright. I am in one fucking piece, thus proving that I am not a damn porcelain doll. I can defend myself Taita, why can't you or anyone else understand that concept!” he bellowed, fists clenching till the knuckles turned white from the pressure.

 

Wincing at the volume and rage pulsating from Yami's outburst, Taita reached out and placed a hand upon his friends shoulder. Instantly Yami moved away, turning his back towards him, and crossing his arms in fury. Taking a deep breath Taita sat down upon the bench, eyes never leaving his friend. “I'm sorry that I am making you feel that way…but, I am just concerned about you, that's all.”

 

Turning Yami moved towards him, un-strapping and removing the bullet proof vest as he went, allowing the heavy vest to collapse to the floor with a thud. Stopping Yami stared down at him expectantly, turning his back to him again, signalling towards his shirt. Taking the hint, Taita gripped the hem of the smooth spandex black tank top before lifting it. Slowly he inched it up, a gasp emitting from his lips as the immense dark bruise upon Yami's mid-back swung into view.

 

“My God, Yami…” he murmured, eyes lifting to his friends face, while his warm digits ran over the cool darkened flesh.

 

“That's all he did,” Yami stated quietly, shuddering at the warmth from Taita's finger tips. “I'm scared that….that….he'll follow through with his threat. I can't lose them, all of them, they are all I have left. If they are taken away, then I have nothing left to live for.”

 

Letting the shirt drift down, Taita heaved a heavy sigh, “I think that we can now confirm that it is you that they are after. Santo, doing that just proves it.”

 

“Along with what he said,” Yami murmured, head dropping in somnolence. “I believe that he and Lucien are business partners.”

 

Nodding in comprehension Taita rose to his feet and pulled Yami to him, wrapping a firm arm around his shoulders. “We'll watch over you, I promise. And I know that Joey and Bakura are already doing so.”

 

“They are,” Yami agreed as they strode out of the room, moving towards the front door. Ignoring the other's Yami quickly embraced his friend. “Thank you…for listening.”

 

“You're welcome,” Taita smiled, pulling back and retrieving his coat and shoes. “I'll get some officers to watch over the house. I'll see you at the briefing in the morning.”

 

“Yes, good-bye, drive safe,” he said pointedly, exaggerating the last part.

 

“Always do, good night.”

 

With that the door closed and Yami found himself being stared at by three separate pairs of baffled eyes. Swallowing in uneasiness he smiled awkwardly at them. “So…uh…is it tea time yet?”

 

This earned him several enthusiastic laughs from those before him, the sound warming his heart as Seto moved to openly embrace him. Grinning he welcomed the new customary embrace, allowing Seto to fold his arms around him in a gentle manner. “Everything is in the dinning room,” the CEO chuckled softly, caressing Yami's upper back, thankfully unknowingly missing the bruise.

 

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The house had gone quiet for the last half hour. Yami had done his rounds just before hand, checking to see that Mokuba was still asleep before moving to check on him, smiling warmly at him before vacating. From there he had been alone, the only thing keeping him amused for the last thirty minuets was finishing the layout for a new video game that he had been working on for the last little while. But, nonetheless, the sound of constantly typing was beginning to drive him insane.

 

Heaving a sigh he rose to his feet, shutting down his computer before vacating the room, intent on finding Yami. He needed something quick to eat as well, he knew that otherwise he would not be able to fall asleep when ever he decided to do so.

 

Moving down the stairs he peered into the living room, searching for any signs of life. Instantly his cobalt eyes caught sight of a particularly adorable scene. Upon the couch Yami lay curled up in a ball, blonde bangs splayed across his face, shifting every time he took a small breath.

 

Smiling warmly Seto strode towards the couch, easing himself down on the open end, reaching out slowly and gently brushing Yami's bangs behind his ears. A chuckle escaped him as Yami moaned, stirring and opening his eyes, staring blearily at him with utter confusion. A warm grin crossed his features, admiring the adorable expression upon Yami's face as the CSI groaned and rolled over, curling against the back of the couch.

 

Exhaling softly he reached out again, running the back of his digits across Yami's cheek, relishing in the shudder that pulsated through the smooth flesh, urging him to continue. Shifting closer he moved until his legs were pressed up against Yami's- which were currently pulled up to his torso as he tried to drift back asleep. Stabilizing himself with one hand he boldly wrapped an arm around Yami and lifted him into a semi-sitting position, letting the young man curl up against his side in somnolence.

 

“Someone did not get enough sleep last night,” he teased softly, deftly running his fingers through thick crimson, ebony, and golden locks of silky hair. His answer was a small moan, chuckling again he laid back against the opposite arm rest, taking advantage of the situation and pulling Yami with him, forcing the young man to rest half upon his torso.

 

“What time is it?” Yami grumbled out, barely taking in the position that he was in, or the reactions that his body was having to the tender contact. Shuddering he snuggled closer to Seto, resting his head upon the man's shoulder.

 

Glancing at the small clock upon the fireplace mantle, Seto heaved a sigh, “Just after three,” he expounded. “You've been asleep for the last half hour.”

 

“I wish that it was longer,” he moaned, reaching up and forcefully rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Heaving a sigh he directed violet orbs towards the CEO, taking in the soft golden glow from the fireplace that illuminated his flesh. Briefly he felt the breath being caught in his throat, his position finally registering in his mind. “Seto?”

 

“Yes?” Seto answered innocently, smiling warmly while his lose hand came up to gently caress Yami's face. Instantly Yami leaned into his touch, violet eyes closing as he fell into bliss. “Am I making you uncomfortable…I can move if you wish.”

 

“Too…comfortable,” Yami murmured, a quick flood of ruby colour invading the bronze of his cheeks.

 

Smirking wickedly Seto sat up, ignoring the questioning expression upon Yami's face as he cupped his cheek with a single hand. Peering into bewildered and slightly embarrassed violet eyes he chuckled, softly murmuring out. “You are absolutely adorable when you do that.”

 

A small shy grin tugged at the edge of Yami's mouth, forcing him to turn his head away. Why suddenly, did he feel like a giddy little school girl being asked out by the most attractive guy in the school? He giggled softly to himself, full realization finally kicking in.

 

I like him…I really have fallen for him… for someone. I should have noticed this before… it would have explained all of my mixed emotions with him… everything about him that has been upon my mind.

 

Averting his gaze back to the CEO he smiled again, the blush upon his cheeks darkening into a dark rosy hue. “Thank you, Seto….I… no one has ever said that to me before.”

 

Chuckling Seto shifted forward, leaving their faces so that they were mere centimetres apart. “Well it's about time that someone did,” he murmured, grinning brightly before moving forward.

 

A gasp escaped from Yami's lips as he realized what was about to transpire. Never before, other than Lucien and one of his men, did someone kiss him in this sort of manner. But here Seto was, millimetres from his face, their eyes drifting shut as they both shuddered at the mere idea of what they were about to do.

 

Just before they came into contact, a shrill scream ripped through the house, causing the two of them to jump. Yami reacted instantly, retrieving his gun from the floor and barrelling towards the stairs, taking each two at a time as Mokuba's frantic footsteps could be heard from the top of the stairs.

 

Stepping into the dark hallway Yami immediately found Mokuba dashing behind him, small hands frantically gripping his shirt and a head pressing into his back. Lifting his berretta Yami peered into the darkness before him, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he scanned it for signs of danger.

 

Seeing no movement he was about to turn and assure Mokuba that what ever had bothered him had just been a nightmare, when a gun shot rang through the air, the hot bullet splintering the wood of the railing beside him. Panicking he lifted his gaze, vision locking upon several dark figures pouring out from the young Kaiba's room.

 

“Shit!” he cursed, forcefully shoving Mokuba down the stairs, yelping as another shot was fired, forcing him to turn and return the blasts while Mokuba kept screaming.

 

Pressing his back against the stairwell wall, Yami glanced over at Seto, holding his weapon ready as he yelled out. “Get upstairs now! I'll meet you up there… MOVE IT!”

 

Loud shots rang out again, boisterous voices yelling out incoherently over the blasts, as the bullets shatter the corner besides him and the railing before him, showering Yami with chunks of wood and dry wall. Coughing from the dust Yami pointed his berretta over his shoulder, firing random shots to keep the men within the hallway distracted while he yelled out to Seto, eyes noticing that the CEO and his brother had yet to move. “GO SETO! I'll be fine trust me…just get out of here!”

 

Dark cobalt eyes narrowed at him, clearly unconvinced. Growling Yami fired a few shots before springing towards the secondary of stairs at the opposite end of the living room, gripping Mokuba's shoulder and glaring at Seto. “Move your ass now before a bullet disables you!”

 

The sound of shattering glass filled the air around them; sharp cries escaped their lips as they were forced to the floor. Scrambling over Yami dragged Seto and Mokuba behind the couch and slightly out of the way of the bullets that were now raining down upon them. Watching the two brothers sit with their backs to the couch he shuffled about in the dark, finding his duffle bag underneath an end table nearby he wrenched it towards him.

 

Ignoring the shots raining upon them he scrambled into the bag, hastily taking out the ammunition and extra weapons he would need, before forcefully covering Mokuba's shivering frame with one of the bullet proof vests.

 

Gripping the Beretta's in uneasy hands Yami held them at ready on either side of him, the cool metal pressing against his hips. Taking a deep breath he glanced at the two brothers briefly, sending them a small comforting smile before springing to the side, rolling away from the couch and toward the smaller seat nearby.

 

Bullets followed him, ripping up the floor in a trail behind him as he reached the chair. Pressing his back against the back of it, he held up his guns, “Now or never,” he whispered to himself, before shifting around and pointing his weapons into the throng of darkly clothed men streaming through the door.

 

Taking one final breath he squeezed the triggers, his precise aim taking down the first man with a shot to the knee, and the other with one in the shoulder. Twin cries were heard as the men toppled to the ground, their thick crimson fluid spewing across the floor and staining the white carpet.

 

Santo could hear the gun shots, the resounding loudly through the originally still night air. He cringed at the intensity of the sound as he moved down the hallway, dark eyes adjusting to the minimal light around him as he gripped his pistol in one hand, and slid the other across the wall as a guideline.

 

The vague shimmer of moonlight distorted by many scrambling bodies blew fell upon him as he reached the stairs, calmly peering down at the scene before him. He was not surprised that his men had not been able to take a hold of Yami, he remembered the young CSI well in the last and only gun fight that they had ever been in. He was evasive, very good at avoiding shots, and had precision aim that rivalled that of any professional hit man.

 

He chuckled softly, eyes drifting over the carnage below. At least five of his men lay dead upon the floor; others were wounded, their blood tainting their uniforms, while their weapons continued to fire at a lone target.

 

His eyes drifted in the direction of the target, a triumphant smirk tracing its way across his face at seeing the crouched figure of Yami below. He was scrambling, hands fumbling to force another set of ammunition into both of his weapons, the empty ones tossed across the floor. Violet eyes were concentrated solely upon what he was doing, clicking the ammunition slots in before turning back, firing random rounds over the arm rest of the couch, hitting anything that he could while his gaze watched for any that were trying to move towards his shielded charges.

 

`Perfect,' he though to himself, moving towards the stairs and taking the first step. `Vulnerable and alone.'

 

His men noticed him as he reached the last step, they back off slightly, averting their rounds slightly away from their target, keeping Yami distracted while not hitting him as he move across the floor. His steps were silent like a panthers in the night, his movement minuet and undetectable through the gloom.

 

Finally he found himself standing but a foot away from Yami as he continued to fire randomly at his men, keeping his head down as he did so. He smirked, adjusting his hand around his pistol before taking the final few steps forward.

 

Just then cerulean eyes gleaming in the dark from behind the opposite couch spotted him, darkening in rage as the CEO yelled out. “Yami, watch out behind you!”

 

Yami was not able to react as the cold butt of a pistol pressed into the back of his neck, the chilling metal causing him to stiffen and shiver. Gulping he closed his eyes, shaking slightly in fear as Santo's voice flooded over him. “Drop your weapons, and rise to your feet. Otherwise, your little friends here will receive the consequence.”

 

Obediently Yami relinquished his hold of the guns, allowing them to clatter to the floor before slowly rising to his feet, the gun never leaving its position against his neck.

 

A set of soft cold lips pressed against his ear, chuckling deeply within his throat, Santo grinned. “We have company.”

 

Violet eyes narrowed questionly only to widen in shock as more men poured in from the kitchen, their weapons before them and aimed downwards at the two brothers upon the floor. Yami bit his lip, closing his eyes in fear of watching as Seto and Mokuba were forced to rise to their feet.

 

Seto averted his gaze towards Yami, overwhelming concern boiling through him as his arms were forcefully grabbed by two men and he was yanked kicking and growling towards the middle of the debris. He could see Yami shaking under Santo's touch as the man wrapped an arm around him, pinning his arms to his sides as two men moved to stand beside him, ready to take hold of the hostage when their master felt ready to let go.

 

Snarling he jerked against his captors grasp, eyes jerking in Mokuba's direction as the terrified adolescent was pulled into the tight embrace of a tall, burly man, whose body shape seemed oddly familiar to him. Then realization dawned upon him and he jerked his head upwards, fear radiating from his form as soulless black eyes peered back mockingly at him, a widespread hand gently caressing his brother's cheek.

 

“Fresh meat,” the man chuckled, his deep chilling voice sending shivers down Seto's spine. “Though…probably not as pleasing as what I have already claimed, but it could do the trick.”

 

“Don't touch him,” Seto snarled, tugging aggressively against the two men as they forcefully bound his hands and forced him to his knees. Then, soft laughter reached his ear and he rapidly averted his gaze from his brother to Yami. Santo was laughing softly as Yami squirmed against him, clearly fighting the urge to scream and cry as he did so, his body trembling viciously in fear.

 

Pale lavender eyes snapped open, fear radiating from them as they averted towards the man that had caused him so much pain. His mouth moved slightly, but only a ghost of a whisper could pass through, “Go away.”

 

Lucien chuckled darkly, “I can't do that Yami, I have yet to find a satisfying partner in the past few years, and I am feeling rather deprived. I could, of course, experiment on a new prize, but I am still convinced that I will not be satisfied with it.”

 

“Don't even think about it,” Yami suddenly snapped, eyes averting to a near black shade, a dangerous flame flickering within them. “He's just a fucking child.”

 

“So were you,” Lucien shot back, his hand trailing softly down the young boy's arm, smirking as Mokuba whimpered and tried to pull away.

 

Taking a breath Yami snarled, “I don't care. You ruined my life with what you did, I'll be damned if I let you harm another in the way that you did me. Mokuba does not deserve that, he has done nothing.”

 

Terrified tears began to leak down Mokuba's cheeks, his eyes shifting pleadingly between Seto and Yami, begging silently for them to help him. Lucien could feel this and laughed in pleasure, turning the boy around and peering down into his innocent eyes. Lifting his hand he ran the tip of a single digit across the boy's chin, “I miss seeing eyes like that, I barely got to peer into yours the last time that we…”

 

A startled cry, a pained scream, and the resounding roar of a gun echoed through the house. Mokuba stumbled back as hot blood spattered across his face as Lucien retracted his hand, growling in pain as he lifted the appendage before his eyes. A burning bullet hole through the middle of his hand met his gaze, the shock kicking in as he felt adrenaline rush through his system, eyes watching his own blood trickle down his hand and into the sleeve of his shirt.

 

Dark eyes snapped vehemently towards Yami as the gun was wrenched out of the CSI's hand and he was forced down to his knees by the two men. Santo stood back, cradling his wounded groin, an expression of pure agony plastered over his face as he watched Yami struggle wildly. Deep frustrated growls leaving the throat of the young man as he fought against the two men who where trying to pin him to the floor.

 

Snarling Lucien shook his hand slightly before stalking towards Yami, ignoring the painful sting in his hand from the bullet wound. His eyes had darkened, crimson almost shinning through the black as he reached out and snagged the face of the young CSI, forcing defiant yet fearful violet eyes to lock with his own. Growling he yanked upwards, forcing Yami to his feet, nearly throwing the young man off balance as the two men released their hold upon him.

 

Lucien hissed in pain as his wounded hand was gripped and squeezed by a surprisingly strong hand. He stared down hard at Yami, catching the surge of courage in his eyes, before the young man slammed a fist into is stomach, winding him and forcing him to hunch over in pain and surprise. Within seconds of that the back of a hand slammed across his face, and a hard foot collided with his shoulder, sending him to the ground amidst the chaos that broke out.

 

Regaining his composure he sat up, pressing a hand over his now bruised cheek, allowing his eyes to drift over at Yami. The young man was being pinned to the floor by three men, one sitting upon his back, and the other two holding his arms down. All the while Yami continued to thrash and struggle, growling in his efforts.

 

Shaking his head Lucien rose to his feet, “You have grown bold in the last few years,” he stated, watching as Yami's gaze lifted towards him, all courage leaving and being replaced with fear. “I suppose that I will have to break you of that habit. Possessions of mine will never defy me… and they will pay for striking me as you just have.”

 

Seto watched as Yami's form began to shake in fear under the hold of his captors as Lucien moved back towards him, the mans anger radiating from his form. Growling he struggled furiously against the two men holding him, he had made a vow that he would never allow Lucien to hurt him again, and he would be damned if he did not fulfill that vow.

 

His eyes watched vaguely as Lucien lifted Yami to his feet and crushed him to his torso, burly arms nearly breaking his smaller frame. He could hear Mokuba crying as Lucien brutally shoved the CSI towards the floor, the bang of Yami's head hitting the hardwood echoing through the house.

 

He could see the men stand aside as Lucien knelt down beside his son, whom was cradling the back of his head, eyes trying to focus upon his oppressor. A desperate cry rang from his lips as Lucien cupped his hand behind Yami's head and forcefully kissed him, taking advantage of his now incoherent state.

 

When the man pulled back he shoved Yami back to the floor, laughing at the forced pained moan that was torn from Yami's reluctant throat. He lifted a fist, smirking before cascading it down upon Yami's torso, the CSI was unable to block the first blow, but the rest were repelled as he crossed his arms over the said region.

 

“You, Yami, will now have the blood of an innocent upon your hands,” Lucien growled out as he stepped back and rose to his feet. Russet eyes peered down at the near unconscious young man at his feet, unfocused lavender eyes peered up at him. “I will have you…remember that.”

 

Upon the floor Yami blinked, taking in what was being said, but before he could process it Seto's desperate cry, and Mokuba's scream rang in his ears before a sudden sharp lance of pain enveloped his head, sending him into oblivion.

 

A/N: again, sorry for the lateness…and well…shortness of the chappie…I hope that all of you can forgive me. R and R please.