Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Patron ❯ Chapter 7

Youko'd sent Asuka to her bedroom, and told her to stay there after she'd finished tidying the apartment and he'd shown her where he was with his illusion work. She'd suggested a couple of things he should consider and obediently left him. He felt a bit guilty for doing that, but he didn't really want her overhearing him discussing Botan's visit with Shuuichi and he didn't think their Patron would either.

 

“You've been planning something my pet...haven't you?” Shuuichi's voice was rich with amusement and a hint of chastisement.

 

“Yes, Shuuichi-sama. I thought, perhaps...we could bathe together?” It was a remarkably innocent fantasy to come from any kitsune, let alone one with Youko's history and reputation, but he'd been craving contact with his master that didn't directly involve sex. “And...there's something else you need to know. Might I show you the memory?”

 

“Go ahead.” With that permission Youko opened his mind, displaying the memory to his master in full.

 

“You did well, mostly.” Shuuichi reached out and began petting Youko's hair as he spoke. “You kept on telling her that she had no right to ask those things of you directly, and that you answer to me. Every time she asked you told her to ask me, not you,” then his hand tightened in Youko's hair and wrenched his head up and back, “but you should not have stripped in front of her the way you did.”

 

“I'm sorry, Shuuichi-sama, please, please forgive me. I...I just couldn't think of anything else to get rid of her. Sorry, sorry, forgive me, please?” Youko begged shamelessly, anything to lessen his punishment. Shuuichi hadn't felt the need to really punish him yet, but he remembered exactly what the other was capable of when he was just using Youko as an outlet for his anger. Shuuichi threw him to the ground, and Youko drew in a half-sobbing breath of relief.

 

“Strip!” As Youko hurried to obey that harsh order Shuuichi stalked away into his bedroom. He was carrying a metal ring with a small padlock attached when he returned.

 

“Make yourself hard for me.” From the smile on his master's face Youko could tell that Shuuichi knew how hard that would be for him under the circumstances. Youko'd never been aroused by fear, his own, or anyone else's, but he had learned tricks to get around that, and he stimulated himself until his master was satisfied.

 

“Good.” And Shuuichi pulled him into a hungry kiss, taking his mouth roughly, then kissing his way down Youko's body, until he arrived at his arousal. Shuuichi took it into his mouth, bringing him closer to climax...then he snapped the metal ring around him at the base, and locked it before standing.

 

“You'll be wearing that at least until after dinner with Kaasan. I will be most displeased if I find that you've picked the lock. Now, undress me.” Youko shivered and obeyed. If this was all the punishment Shuuichi was going to deal out to him than he was lucky.

 

Shuuichi led him into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, stepping into it and smiling at him with a warmth he knew he shouldn't trust. “Well? Aren't you going to wash me?”

 

“Y-yes Shuuichi-sama.” Youko was so startled at the way his master seemed intent on acting out his own fantasy that he stuttered his response. He stepped into the shower with Shuuichi and began obediently to wash him clean, including his beautiful blood-red hair, kneeling at his feet as he finished, and glancing upwards for permission before taking his master into his mouth. It wasn't particularly pleasurable for him, not with the way Shuuichi controlled his movements with a hand in his hair, pulling at him roughly to get his satisfaction, but that didn't matter...in fact it was better if it didn't give him much pleasure considering the ring around his cock. He sat back on his heels, eyes cast down after he'd swallowed Shuuichi's seed, an involuntary moan escaping his mouth as he recognised the scent of the plant his Patron was growing to provide lubrication. The plant was one he'd bred to produce a slippery nectar...that also worked as an aphrodisiac. Shuuichi turned the shower off, and switched heads, to the one that Youko used to clean himself inside.

 

“Bend over.” Shuuichi used the nectar from his plant to lubricate Youko's entrance, and cleansed him inside very thoroughly, leaving him moaning in forced arousal. Then Shuuichi pulled him into the furo with him. Youko couldn't keep from rubbing himself up against his Patron, doing everything he could to arouse him and hating himself for that. Shuuichi just laughed.

 

“Ah, you didn't want to have sex here did you? You were planning on a nice chaste bath, weren't you?”

 

“Ye-yes Shuu-uuich-ichi-sa-sama.” Youko's response was broken, almost a moan as Shuuichi ran his hand down his side.

 

“Well, that's what you'll get.” And then Shuuichi pushed him away, leaning back in the furo, and shutting his eyes in relaxation. Youko shut his own eyes, holding back tears of frustration. He knew how unlikely he was to get any relief this night, but he still wished that his master would touch him, however he wanted to, even if it was to hurt him. With this particular nectar even hurting him would arouse him, and he knew that he could climax even with the cock ring, he had in similar situations in the past, it would just take longer, and a lot more stimulation than it usually took for him to climax.

 

When Shuuichi decided that they'd soaked enough he lifted Youko out of the furo, dried him off, and carried him through to his bedroom, dropping him onto the bed on his stomach. He pulled Youko's hands over his head, and bound them there with a creeper, then bound his legs open.

 

“Beg me.” Shuuichi didn't have to say anything else as he began to stretch Youko using the same nectar he'd used before. Youko immediately began to beg, with increasing desperation, eventually just in broken words and phrases. And that was enough to satisfy his master, because finally he stopped finger-fucking him and just took him.

 

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Youko whimpered as he got out of bed the next morning. He ached all over and he was exhausted, but he didn't really know why. But at least he could take out the butt plug Shuuichi had put into him while he was passed out after he'd finally climaxed. It had to have been expensive, possibly custom made, because it had a reservoir inside it for lubrication that Shuuichi had filled with the nectar while Youko watched, between the third and fourth times Shuuichi had fucked him. The nectar leaking out had kept him aroused all night, almost too aroused to sleep, but it hadn't been anywhere near enough to get him off.

 

“Asuka?” Even though the vixen was supposed to take care of the household chores she usually only cooked the evening meal since she spent most of the day with Genkai. But today she was preparing a Western style breakfast...bacon, eggs, American pancakes, waffles and more. “What?”

 

“Shuuichi-sama told me to prepare a good meal to start the day, since you fainted in his bed yesterday. Once you've finished the furo should have heated up enough for you to soak properly.” Youko knew he was blushing at that, he'd never passed out in bed before, not unless his `lover' had been torturing him to get off, and he couldn't figure out why he had this time. Not that he was going to admit that, but he could ask another question.

 

“How did he know that I was going to be so...wrecked today?” Youko hadn't, not until he tried getting up. He'd gone for almost a week with no sleep and felt better than he did now...ironic considering that he'd felt great just after he'd fainted.

 

“I'm not sure, he was on that `computer' of yours after you fainted and before he gave me those orders.” Probably something he found on the Internet then. It always amazed Youko the sort of things you could find there if you looked hard enough. He didn't ask anything else, settling down to the meal Asuka had prepared, it was a good meal at that and he made sure to compliment her.

 

“Thank you. I've never tried cooking anything like this before. Shuuichi-sama also said you weren't to practise your illusion work at all today, and he'd see you for dinner.” Youko felt a mix of relief, since he didn't think he was up to practising his illusions today, and fear at that announcement.

 

“But...I don't want him to be disappointed in me, and in how slowly I'm learning to use illusions.” It wasn't just fear either, Shuuichi had only punished him for not learning well enough once, after that he seemed to have been content to let Youko set his own pace.

 

“It only feels like you're learning slowly because Shuuichi-sama learns so fucking fast.” Asuka sounded frustrated, and more than a little jealous. “You learned in three weeks what took me a year to master remember.”

 

“Even so...I bet he's mastered shapeshifting by the time I'm ready to start.”

 

“He says it's similar to something he does in his dreamscape, like the illusions.” Asuka left it at that while Youko hurried his meal as much as he could, so that he'd be able to wash the nectar from inside his body. Eating too fast would be an insult to Asuka's skills, and it wasn't as if she'd be surprised at what was leaking out from inside him.

 

There was still more than enough lubrication inside him and he was still stretched enough when he got to the bathroom that he didn't need any more preparation to use the second shower head. For a moment he was tempted to fuck himself with it, instead of using it to clean himself out, but...Shuuichi had forbidden him to masturbate as well. Besides he didn't think he'd be able to come from that, it had taken a lot more for him to come with his Patron. Once he was clean he moved to the furo, pinning his hair up out of the way as he soaked, letting the hot, near boiling, water relieve all the aches and pains he was feeling from how his Patron had used him. It didn't do anything about his arousal, and it was going to be hard for him to find an outfit that would hide that for his visit to Shiori-sama, but that was the only pain the heat couldn't ease.

 

By the time he got out of the furo the water had cooled to barely blood temperature and Asuka was long gone. If Shiori-sama hadn't expressed a distaste for his yukata and Shuuichi hadn't ordered him to dress in Western style clothing when visiting her he wouldn't need to worry about hiding his arousal, since the yukata would cover that by itself. He sighed and dug around in his clothes trunk for the dancer's belts Himura-san had advised were the most comfortable way to hide his genitilia. It wasn't particularly comfortable, and he was sure part of that was from his forced state of arousal, but he had to just put up with it, he knew that. He picked out the full grey skirt Shiori-sama had bought him and coupled it with an amber blouse, wearing his entwined foxes necklace. Youko always wore his Claddagh ring, it meant a lot to him, even if he wasn't sure why it meant so much, and he didn't think he needed more jewellery. Amber polish on his nails would set off this outfit well, he thought, and also it was subtle and elegant enough to please Shiori-sama. He'd fallen into a pretty consistent pattern with how he did his make-up for visiting Shiori-sama, so he put that on without giving it much thought, although he left the lipstick until just before he left, and he'd learned how to put his hair up in a simple but elegant pleat from Asuka. When she'd taken him shopping the only reason Shiori-sama hadn't bought him a pair of court shoes was that he'd said he already had a pair, but Shuuichi had still bought him a black pair of court shoes, as the white ones he already had wouldn't work with most of the clothes Shiori-sama had bought him, or the clothes he'd bought after that.

 

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“I meant to ask you earlier Akari-chan, why do you always wear a necklace and those amber hair pins or combs when you visit me? Why not just tie your hair up or back in a pony tail, or leave it loose?” Shiori had noticed the careful way her son's lover dressed to visit her, slightly formal in a way Shiori wouldn't expect from a girl young enough to be her son's lover, but all too obviously adjusted to please her in particular. With her talk of her first Ikebana lesson, and the Go Salon her son took her to visit Akari didn't seem like the type to care so much about displaying herself that she felt the need to always be immaculately groomed and wearing jewellery.

 

“I'm a concubine, it's expected that I wear whatever jewellery my Patron gives me, although not all at once. But at the very least I have to wear some jewellery whenever I'm going to be seen by anyone important. And you are certainly important Shiori-sama.” Akari smiled at Shiori, admiration and not a little love in her eyes. “As to my hair...wearing the amber pins and combs is part of the whole `acting as a display of my Patron's wealth and power' thing. I wear it in a high pony tail for everyday wear, but it isn't that hard to put it up. A low pony tail or leaving it loose feel too masculine to me. Also,” she blushed ever so faintly as she gave her final reason, “the necklaces make my disguise as a female work right, in some way I can't define.”

 

That blunt reminder that Akari was actually Youko Kurama, the ancient kitsune who'd turned her son into a demon was jarring. She'd almost managed to forget that her son was anything but Minamino Shuuichi, perfect son and student, and she'd certainly managed to make herself forget that his lover - his favourite lover anyway, she didn't entirely buy what they'd said about Asuka just being their teacher - was actually male.

 

“Oh!” And she turned her attention back to the Tea Ceremony that Akari was supposed to be learning from her. They'd finished the first demonstration before Shiori asked her question, and Akari had put everything back in position to start again. “why don't you try now, I'll correct you if you go wrong.”

 

“Yes Shiori-sama.” Akari obeyed and began the Tea Ceremony, with the grace she normally brought to it, the sort of grace Shiori could only emulate with her years of practice in the one traditional art she'd studied and kept up with. But halfway through she seemed to falter, the tremors of her hand showing in the cup she help. She swiftly recovered and placed the cup down in front of her, bowing her head and blushing in clear shame. “I'm sorry Shiori-sama. I...do not think I can learn what you are kind enough to teach me today.”

 

“What's wrong?” Shiori hoped that Akari wasn't ill or anything, and that she hadn't made herself worse by coming to visit her when she was ill.

 

“I'm not entirely sure. I just woke up aching and tired. Shuuichi-sama seemed to have expected it, because he ordered Asuka to pamper me today, so it can't be too serious.”

 

“If he knew that you were going to be...uncomfortable today why didn't he tell me? Do you have any idea what's wrong with you?” Shiori stood, and helped Asuka to her feet, guiding her through to the living room, and down onto the Western style couch there.

 

“I...perhaps he thought you wouldn't want to know about our sex life.” Akari was trembling now, her breathing swift and shallow.

 

“Your sex life?” Shiori knew that she sounded stupid, but how could her son's sex life - which she was trying her best not to think about - have anything to do with Akari's condition.

 

“I...fainted last night, from pleasure. He...he hasn't really hurt me in bed, not since we separated, not in the real world anyway.” That was definitely more than Shiori wanted to know. How could they have had sex before they separated? And what did Akari mean `not in the real world'? “Please, can we speak of something else?”

 

Shiori blushed, almost matching Akari's flaming cheeks, despite their reputation the kitsune seemed to be as embarrassed to talk about this as she was.

 

“Of course. I understand you're the reason my son is such a good cook? I always wondered where he got those strange recipes from.”

 

“Oh yes. I learned to cook because I had to, so I could survive after my clan was killed. We learned all about what was edible and what wasn't before puberty, as well as how to use the empathy we're born with. Did it bother you that a lot of the meals Shuuichi-sama cooked were based around small game?”

 

“Not at all, but it is a little unusual here. Now, tell me...” And Shiori began to talk about the homely tasks she'd always loved, but never had the leisure to pursue fully.

 

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Youko bit his lower lip nervously as Shiori-sama left him to greet her son. It had been wonderful to have her fussing over him like that, worrying about just because of a little tremor in his hand, but he was afraid that Shuuichi would be angry with him because he'd upset her and mentioned their sex life.

 

“No buts Minamino Shuuichi. You are going to take care of your lover. If you knew she was going to be ill today you should have told me and let her stay at home where she could rest.”

 

“Kaasan, I know how much you enjoy having a daughter to teach womanly skills to, and Akari enjoys the chance to experience family again.” Shuuichi's words were all true, Youko might have preferred it if he could visit Shiori-sama as himself, but he'd take what he could get, and this was better than he'd expected. And winning Shiori-sama's approval might mean...no, he couldn't think about his most secret hope now. “I wasn't going to deny that to either of you. Besides, isn't she better off here, with a mother to take care of her, than in an empty apartment, with no one to help her? I can't deny Asuka the chance to stop being helpless that Genkai-shihan's teachings offer her.”

 

`What did you tell her?'

 

“And she can't miss even one day?” Shiori-sama sounded sceptical, she wouldn't if she knew what Genkai was like.

 

`That you expected me to be ill today, and that I fainted from pleasure last night.'

 

“Not with Genkai-shihan, she's a pretty strict teacher - if she's going to the bother of teaching someone she expects total commitment. About the only reason Asuka's allowed to live at my apartment and not at her temple while she's learning from her is that she's my property, and I bought her to teach me. That impressed Genkai-shihan.”

 

`Good. Kaasan shouldn't have any issues with that.' Shuuichi flashed him a rueful smile. `Well, not too many anyway.'

 

“I don't care. You will stay with her and take care of her until she's feeling better.”

 

“Yes Kaasan. Would you rather I kept her here until morning, or stayed with her after I've taken her back to the apartment?” Shuuichi came and sat beside him on the couch, brushing back his hair, Youko shut his eyes and revelled in the contact.

 

“What do you mean Shuuichi?”

 

“When she fainted I looked it up, if someone faints from pleasure during sex they'll feel great for the rest of the day, and be a wreck the next day, all of the next day. She should be alright tomorrow, I just need to take care of her today.” Youko didn't get why it was such a turn on for Shuuichi to refer to him as a female, it shouldn't be, it never had been with anyone else...

 

“She doesn't have any of her things here...take her home and stay with her then. As long as you get all of your homework done before you go.”

 

“Yes Kaasan. I wonder...” Youko felt a tiny feed of ki into him as Shuuichi trailed off speculatively. Such small things to make him so happy...his Patron deciding to sleep in his bed, a sign of great favour, he knew that much, and Shuuichi feeding some of his own ki into him. It didn't take very long for him to feel much better, and he ended up half sitting, half leaning against his master. Shuuichi seemed to take that as some sort of cue, lifting him into his arms and carrying him to the kitchen first.

 

“Kaasan, do we have time to take a short nap together?”

 

“Don't have sex in my house please Shuuichi.”

 

“I won't Kaasan, I promise.” Shuuichi's voice was filled with laughter at that and Youko wondered if he'd been planning to before Shiori-sama asked for that disappointing promise. But his master carried him up the stairs to his bedroom, laying him on his bed, a Western bed, not a futon he noted absently, and pushed his skirt up to reveal first the lacy tops of his black stockings, then the dance belt keeping him in place and finally the black garter belt.

 

“Shu-uuichi-sama?” His voice shook as he questioned his Patron's actions. It wasn't his place to do that, he knew, but this was so strange.

 

“I didn't expect you to faint on me last night my pet.” Shuuichi's hands were at the base of his cock, near the metal ring, but Youko didn't realise why, not until he pulled away, the ring hanging from one hand. “And you were nicely discrete in front of Kaasan. So...I'll let your punishment finish early.”

 

“Th-thank you Shuuichi-sama, thank you.” He stammered in gratitude as Shuuichi smoothed his skirt back down over his legs and lay down beside him, taking him into his arms. He couldn't exactly come, not dressed the way he was, but now that the cock ring was off him he'd be able to lose the erection that had been tormenting him all day. He let himself remember back to one of his earliest Patrons, an ugly demon, at least in his opinion, but one who'd been willing to lavish jewels and other precious things on him unstintingly. It was enough to make him soften without scaring him.

 

He hadn't dared risk falling asleep here, it would smudge his make-up, and all he could repair was his lipstick. Besides, he wasn't really tired, Shuuichi had just used that as an excuse to get up here with enough privacy to remove his cock ring. And he wanted to be awake to enjoy this, the feeling of being in Shuuichi's arms without any demands for sex - it was one hell of a lot rarer than sex was for any kitsune, at least in the Makai. The fake hugs Shuuichi's classmates had given him to get help with schoolwork had probably given him the same attitude towards non-sexual affection as Youko often had to sex.

 

When Shiori-sama called them down to eat Youko was allowed to walk by himself, but Shuuichi insisted on supporting him with an arm around his waist, to reassure Shiori-sama he said. Youko kept his eyes lowered appropriately throughout the meal, reminding Shiori-sama that he was Shuuichi's property, not his equal and showing Shuuichi that he knew his place after his blunder the previous day. He'd been more...involved in the conversation at dinner last week, and even if Shuuichi hadn't reprimanded him for that, he still felt the need to display his submission.

 

When they got back to his apartment Youko was expecting to be taken, and to pleasure his Patron as usual, but Shuuichi just looked at him, measuringly, and he knew that in some way he'd fallen short.

 

“Get undressed and go to bed. You're in no condition to please me anywhere but in the dreamscape.” Youko swallowed in fear, it had been about a moon cycle since Shuuichi had taken him there, and he was convinced the only reason his Patron would demand this was to enjoy hurting him the way he'd promised not to in the waking world. But he obeyed, as he had to, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor.

 

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The dreamscape had been all forested, with a very occasional clearing ever since they'd separated, and Youko found himself in one of those clearings when he finally grew tired of being held by his Patron and slept. But Shuuichi wasn't waiting for him, even though it was obvious a camp site had been set up in the clearing and a thin whine of fear escaped his throat. He shook his head and settled down to kneel at the fire, absently growing some herbs and vegetables for cooking, but not daring to actually do anything that would affect the camp.

 

“What do we have here? A beautiful kitsune waiting for me.” Shuuichi's beautiful red hair was cut short, barely to his chin, and he had a thick beard in this dream, besides being dressed like the human idealism of a trapper, leather and furs, not that clean either. And he was much more muscular than in real life, carrying a trap and two dead rabbits in his hands. “Did you get lost pretty one?”

 

The very idea was ridiculous, or maybe not so ridiculous, his sense of direction wasn't always as good as it was now. Was this some sort of role play? Youko let his eyes open wide, trying to look fragile, despite his height - his delicate bone structure and thin frame helped there.

 

“I...my clan...” He stammered, trying to figure out what his Patron wanted. When Shuuichi didn't say anything he scrambled to his feet, and began trying to back out of the clearing. Shuuichi dropped his catch and grabbed hold of his wrist.

 

“Going somewhere Silver?”

 

“I...I don't want to make you angry.”

 

“Then sit back down.” Shuuichi pushed him to sprawl on the ground, and writing appeared in front of his face.

 

`Role play, set just after your clan died. You haven't eaten for a week, and you don't know how to hunt.'

 

He pushed himself back up to his knees, watching Shuuichi warily, eyes darting to the rabbits every few seconds.

 

“Hungry, pretty one?”

 

“Y-yes sir?” He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to address Shuuichi at the moment.

 

“Is that a question Silver?”

 

“No sir.” He shivered as Shuuichi took hold of his shoulder, hands wandering over his body freely.

 

“So, you are hungry? What will you do to earn your meal, pretty one?”

 

“I...I can cook for you?” He knew that it wasn't the answer Shuuichi was looking for, but if he was going to play orphaned kit he'd play his part to the hilt, naivety and all.

 

“I can do that myself. No, I want something else from you.” Shuuichi gently pushed Youko down onto the ground. No human would really be able to do that to a kitsune, or almost any demon, but it fit in with the scenario they were playing.

 

“Wh-what do you w-want s-sir?” It was almost fun playing the terrified virgin, and it certainly seemed to be turning Shuuichi on.

 

“I want to fuck that tight pretty ass of yours. And you're going to let me aren't you pretty?”

 

“P-please...don't hurt me sir. I'll do whatever you want.”

 

“You'll do that anyway.” But Shuuichi sat back on his heels, letting Youko sit up again. “Strip now.” Youko gave a shaky half gasp and began to obey, slowly, reluctantly, deliberately letting his fingers shake as he loosened his clothes. Eventually Shuuichi became impatient, and ripped the rest of his clothes away himself, pushing him back to the ground.

 

“Suck them.” He stuck three fingers into Youko's mouth without any consideration for how it might feel to Youko. It didn't hurt, but Youko was sure that was something Shuuichi had done in the dream, just like the way it didn't hurt at all when Shuuichi began fingering him had to be - even experienced as he was, if all the lubrication he had was saliva it would hurt in the real world, no matter how gentle his partner was, and Shuuichi was only showing a rough urgency. He kept to his assigned role, whimpering in fear and trying to move away from the fingers impaling him, even if it was just a half-hearted effort.

 

“Enough.” A light slap to his face made him freeze in fear, and Shuuichi removed his fingers, to push his cock at Youko's face. “Suck this now.” He could get away with doing this badly in this particular game, so he did, to see how his master would react.

 

Shuuichi just laughed at him and pulled out to flip him over onto his stomach, then pulled him up to his hands and knees and took him with no more consideration. And even though Youko knew there'd been nowhere near enough preparation it didn't hurt the way it would in the waking world, so obviously his master had only been in the mood for the illusion of rape or near-rape, and not in actually hurting him. He hadn't done anything to anger his Patron then. Youko put those thoughts out of his mind, and focused on acting the way he was supposed to. At first he struggled, just enough to arouse Shuuichi even further, and then, when it started to get really good, he began to reluctantly respond, moving back into Shuuichi's thrusts and moving so that Shuuichi got the best angle. When Shuuichi reached around his body to roughly pull at his cock he climaxed quickly, and so did his master. Shuuichi pulled out of him and allowed him to collapse onto the ground.

 

“When you can move again I want you to show me that cooking you offered before.”

 

“Y-yes sir.” Youko forced himself back up to his hands and knees, groping around for the clothes his Patron had discarded so casually. He could have formed himself new clothes by his will, because he was in the dreamscape, in theory anyway he could, but that would have spoiled the game, and besides he didn't know how well he could form them. Slowly he dressed, making it look painful, even though it wasn't, then he crawled over to the fire and began cooking.

 

Afterwards Shuuichi began quizzing him on how well he could work with the dreamscape.

 

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