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Many thanks and a lot of love to Underhandycato
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Interlude II
Homeward

Against the light that was falling through the window oh of
his house, Naruto could clearly see that there was some snow mixing in with the
light icy rain. The wind had hit him before he closed the door behind him,
reducing all traces of kissing Sasuke � finally
- to a memory. The emotion was still there, though. And his ears were still
buzzing.

He wasn�t sure what
happened. There was no mistaking the change in the way Sasuke was treating him
all day� No, that wasn�t it. Sasuke was still insulting him or and cutting him
off in the middle of the sentences; he was not suddenly a candidate for the
world�s nicest person reward. Nonetheless, Naruto had a good afternoon, if a
little tense. But showing Sasuke tricks was fun and surprisingly, so was watching
tapes. And teasing him about the nerds � but that part was
also a little unsettling.

Naruto straightened his
collar to protect his neck from the coldness as he rushed over the path toward the
gate. Replacing the lights of his house with those of the street made him sad
and even colder, but he had to go back. As good Sasuke proved himself to be as
a distraction, Naruto was aware that there were more pressing things to do.

Two days ago, Itachi had
called him into his office. They finally had something, though it wasn�t much.
One of the two brothers, boy of about seven, got sick. The fever was so high he
couldn�t stand up. The nurse had left the instructions on what to do over the
night when she wasn�t there, so when another set of pajamas was damp with
sweat, Itachi had to change the boy. So he saw them, the bruises.

Itachi had said that
until that point he couldn�t do anything, not when he had nothing but Naruto�s
word to go by on � which meant that he had not actually believed him and then
why was he helping at all? - but things changed. He
said he would call the authorities so a proper investigation would be executed.
The Home was very busy and crowded with the police since then. They asked
questions � and of course, they found nothing. The kids were not saying a word.
What the hell was Kabuto doing, what was it that he was saying to them so they
would let themselves be brutally beaten and stay quiet about it?

Well, never mind. What
mattered at the moment was that it was Kabuto�s shift that night, starting at
eleven. Because Itachi had no proof to direct the detectives to Kabuto, just
the bruises, he wasn�t suspended and it was his first time working since the
investigation started. Naruto didn�t really think Kabuto would do anything at a
time like that, but months of constant worry created a habit. He wanted to go
and do what he was doing all this time, make sure the kids are alright.

But he also wanted to
stay.

Sasuke had epically bad
timing. Of course, if he had made it clear that it was okay � because he was
the one with the stupid rules in the first place � they could have the entire
afternoon. It would have been easy, he could have just say
something like � you see, this thing with
my father and Itachi, they made me see the world in different light. Can we fuck now? Instead, Naruto had a
hard time trying not to do anything. Sasuke was relaxed and he seemed somehow� peaceful. Naruto didn�t want to spoil
that. It turned out�

Meh. It didn�t matter.�

Naruto considered running, but the streets were too
slippery. He hurried some anyway.

The Home wasn�t locked. On a night as slippery as that night
was, climbing through the window in the back was dangerous. Fortunately, Naruto
had Sasuke�s keys. Itachi�s keys. He�d forgotten to
give them back, though the copies were already finished. They cost him one hell
of a lot, there were too many fucking keys, for every small room and corner of
the Home. For everything but private offices - which was, unfortunately, what
Naruto needed the most.

�A couple of more minutes and you would have been locked
out.�� Kabuto�s familiar, soft voice came
from the only darkened corridor.

Naruto turned to face him, slowly. �Sorry.�

He meant, �sorry to disappoint you�, but it worked just as
well to sound like a proper apology. They both knew it wasn�t, but if someone
was listening in, Naruto wouldn�t get in trouble. He had to work very hard not
to get in trouble.

�It�s too late to take a shower, I locked the bathrooms
already.� Kabuto informed him. The bastard, he was the only one who was locking
them up � for supposedly safety reasons. So someone would not drown in the
shower base sleepwalking, probably.

�Whatever.� Naruto answered. He turned back to the hall his
room was in, his insides boiling with anger and helplessness. Just thinking
about Kabuto was enough to make him see red, talking to him was too much. He
would snap again and he was still in trouble from the last time he had tried to
confront Kabuto.

Inari was soundly asleep. Naruto walked inside and undressed
as quietly as possible, so he would not wake the boy up. The covers and the bed
were familiar, but Naruto was slightly uncomfortable. He was spending most of
his nights back at home during the school break. That was just for the last
month or so, but he was already getting used to it. He�d rather be sleeping on
that old couch in the living room than here under normal circumstances and
tonight��

Tonight, Sasuke was sleeping at his house. In his bed, under his sheets.

Naruto turned to face the wall.

It was very unfair that he had to come back here. Sasuke
could change his mind, it wasn�t not like he�s very
stable. Well, he could change his mind if Naruto stayed as well. But because of
that, Naruto wished he was home. He wished he could use this chance because it
was so very likely that it was his last one.

�And what that said about the quasi-relationship they had
wasn�t making him comfortable. There was barely any trust between them. They
barely ever talked about things that mattered until that afternoon, so even if
there were things they had in common, there was no way to know. Why exactly was
he laying there, wanting badly to go back?

Naruto got up twice to walk up and down the hallway, just so
Kabuto would know he was awake. When he finally thought it would be safe to
sleep, he couldn�t. As the silence of the night deepened, Naruto�s anxiety
loosened but he couldn�t stop thinking. He couldn�t stop trying to make sense
of it.�

It was more than hormones. It was� Like he had something he
wanted for a very long time just within reach, only it wasn�t all that long since
he wanted Sasuke. He couldn�t be even sure if it was really within the reach �
and that just might be it. He might need to settle things down. It was about
time they move, to one direction or the other.

And that kissing was certainly promising. The kissing,
Sasuke�s teeth and his nails; the way he reacted, trying to make Naruto stay,
demanding and spoiled.

Thinking about it brought back the arousal. Naruto
absolutely refused to take care of it with Inari sleeping in the upper bed. He
should go to the bathroom. Or home.�
Kabuto wouldn�t do anything when he knows the police were investigating.
He wasn�t crazy.

Really? So beating up children is what every sane
person should do?

Naruto scowled at the thought. No doubt that there was
something wrong with the guy, but he was always very, very careful. That was
why he was never caught. So would a careful person like that do something
knowing that there would be police roaming around first thing in the morning?

Besides, no one has had to know Naruto was not in his bed.

He got up, dressed again quickly, and picked up his shoes,
feeling slightly feverish. It was well after midnight and if Naruto knew Kabuto
� and he did � then it was easy to assume that the guy was in the common room,
just across from the staircase, reading a book. It was what he was always
doing. The problem was that he always kept the door open. Naruto would have to
be very quiet.

When his hand closed over the latch, Naruto took a deep
breath. He wasn�t nervous. He snuck around Kabuto all the time, so if he got
caught he would just go back to the room. Breathing deeply was helpful with
relaxing tense muscles.

He gently pushed the door open. It made a very little, very
soft sound. Nothing else moved, so Naruto stepped out and closed it just as
softly. The only thing disturbing the silence as he made his way across the
poorly illuminated empty hall was soft rustling of his jacket, but Naruto knew
that he could hear it only because it was on him.

Once he reached the corner, Naruto carefully glanced through
the open door, sticking to the shadow. The TV was actually on, but muted. He
could see a shoulder in the armchair, facing the coffee table � not exactly
away from the hallway, but just enough to the side. Once again, Naruto breathed
in, then out and slid, barefoot, across to the staircase.

On the first landing, he stopped and listened. Nothing; not
a single sound he could hear was coming from inside of the building, just a car
passing outside. Naruto descended the rest of the stairway swiftly, put his
shoes on, used one of two sets of keys he had on him and was out again on the
freezing wind.

Not taking time to even button up his jacket, Naruto hurried
down the bright street, away from the Home and back home, where�

Home, where Sasuke had promised he would wait.

One street blended into another, the second one into a
third� And Naruto was panting slightly as he halted to open the gate.
Excitement and anxiety ran through him when he saw the lights were still on.
Not that there was chance in hell he�d let Sasuke bail out on him now. They
needed to clear things up. Immediately.�

The door he had locked on his way out was, of course, still
locked. Naruto opened them on his own, instead of buzzing. The hallway was
pleasantly warm but the living room behind it was overheated, it almost knocked
him over as soon as he stepped in.�

Then he saw Sasuke. He was standing with his mouth half
open, like he was breathing though it, so Naruto was walking right across the
room, one single purpose fueling his movements, in the next second.

He shrugged his jacket off.

�You shouldn�t be here.� Sasuke breathed. His eyes were
wide, dark and following the jacket as it fell down.

�No one knows I am.� Naruto answered, snapping Sasuke�s
attention back. �I couldn�t sleep.�

�You needed your own bed?� Sasuke asked. It was maybe meant
like light mockery, but if so, Sasuke failed to deliver it. His voice was
shaking, which sent a wave of tickling, pleasant sensation up Naruto�s arms.
Yeah, they were settling things tonight. And it was going to be great.

He was almost there,
just a few steps, a couple of words�

�Not really.� Naruto
said, still walking. Though, yeah. He
was, sort of, preferring his soft large mattress to Home�s bed. Especially� �But thinking about you in my bed was not
helping me sleep at all.�

And he was finally
there, at an arm distance. Sasuke hadn�t moved at all, he was just standing
there in his pajamas and with his hair that even damp defied gravity. Mind a
little hazy from the hot air and flickers of desire, Naruto hesitated for a
second.

If he reached out and
Sasuke was not...

But the thought got lost
on its way to forming. Naruto reached out. His fingers found solid warmth to
brush against. Sasuke shivered violently at the touch with a small sound that
was introduction into a sentence, �If you were thinking about me in your bed,
maybe it�s for the better you couldn�t sleep. You�re horribly loud when you�re
having wet dreams.�

The last thoughts of
possible refusal fled. Happy, for a second simply happy, Naruto smiled. He
stepped closer, forcing Sasuke into the bedroom.

�Everyone says that,� He
said, shifting to direct them toward the bed. �But you�re the only one who
jumped me because of it.�

It didn�t matter that it
wasn�t true. It didn�t matter because Sasuke took the next step on his own �
not in hurry but as a way to take some control back. He also vocalized the need
to regain power, �It didn�t turn out all that bad. You are moderately
tolerable, if a little clumsy.�

But it wasn�t working, it wouldn�t work, not that night. For once, they
were doing something Sasuke couldn�t clam he was better at, even if he was.

�I am not the virgin here,� Naruto reminded him. He grabbed Sasuke�s
shirt and when Sasuke took yet another step back, a couple of buttons opened.
It revealed a bigger triangle of smooth skin that despite the odds looked paler
in half dark. It was impossible to resist.

Naruto pressed closer,
just enough to add, �But don�t worry, we�ll fix that in a moment� before
finding that very interesting portion of warm skin with his mouth. Sasuke
hissed and choked, digging his fingers into Naruto�s arms harshly before
yanking the shirt up.

�Undress then.� He
demanded at the same time. Naruto was only too happy to obey, but hands
traveling up his chest were everywhere, pleading and distracting. With the
cloth covering his eyes, Naruto released just how different this was from
everything they had been doing together before. It was not gentle,
he was not fooling himself that it would ever be gentle, just - intimate. Comfortable. Liberated.

Sasuke briefly tried to
help with the shirt before he lost interest and settled with kissing Naruto
with half of his face still covered. The taste had an edge from the toothpaste.
Naruto got rid of the shirt finally to kiss back, with a new thing on his mind.
He had to make absolutely sure Sasuke saw it, too. He had to make sure Sasuke
was feeling it - the difference, the closeness, the� the care.

Why the hell were they still vertical?

Naruto pushed lightly and felt it when Sasuke hit the board.
Finally. Finally.

�Ohh, bed.�
Naruto said. He could feel Sasuke�s heart against his own, picking up the speed
with the extension, from the kissing and harsh grasping at his shoulders �
something that was clearly Sasuke�s variation of hugging and thus pleasant and
amusing.

Sasuke was so
distracted, it was endlessly simple to trick him and tip his balance backward.
As anger and helplessness � and God, was that curiosity? � flashed over his
face, Naruto offered his excuse, �I�d let you top for your first time, I really would � but I don�t think I can.�

They were down in the
next moment. Naruto gave his best to stop Sasuke from formulating an answer.
There, just over the collarbone and higher, farther back� Sasuke was reacting
on it voicelessly, his mouth busy wetting themselves to do much else. But why the
hell those buttons weren�t opening?

Annoyed with them, Naruto asked, �I can�t � help me, okay?�

Sasuke did much better; he guided Naruto until he forgot
about the buttons, until he had leverage and could make a real contact. Feeling
Sasuke again against his own cock was � was almost enough to take him into
oblivion all on its own. And Sasuke�s panting instruction � to get rid of his
bottom pajamas was helpful only after the meaning of the words caught up with
the quality of his voice.

Naruto moved away from where he was mindlessly trying to
just end the thing with humping, taking Sasuke�s bottoms with him. He moved
further down and off the bed to use the chance to calm down and get rid of the
rest of his own cloths.

Sasuke was following his every movement with intensity that
was curling and hissing like lava in Naruto�s stomach. It was very hard to move
under his gaze. By the time Naruto figured he might as well try, Sasuke was
sitting at the edge of the bed. His intention was written all over his face and
just the thought of Sasuke�s mouth on his cock again made Naruto moan.

The connection made, Naruto�s brain
shut up for several blissful moments, only to catch up. This � it was also
different. Not what Sasuke was doing, so maybe� Maybe
because Naruto believed that this time, he won�t be feeling guilty over it, he
felt better. He wasn�t afraid to ask for more.

And more won�t happen in the way he wanted it if Sasuke does
not stop soon. Now.
��
Naruto had a
suspicion that Sasuke wasn�t actually doing it on purpose. He still murmured,
�So clever,� before leaning to kiss and push Sasuke back to bed. He went along
with it eagerly, wonderfully responsive. His erection bumped against Naruto�s
thigh, so Naruto wrapped his hand around it. With the hissing response,
Sasuke�s eyes fell closed. Naruto liked it a lot. He maybe even said it, but
that all got lost when he found his way back to kissing Sasuke.

It was surprisingly easy
to coax him to turn around. Naruto would have preferred to watch his face for
his first time, but he�d rather sacrifice that for the better chance of Sasuke
actually enjoying himself.

And people told him he
couldn�t plan ahead.

***

Naruto was really, truly
happy with the results � despite of the slight worry over Sasuke�s
uncomfortable shifting next to him in bed - when the wave of guilt caught up
with him. Sure, the sex was good. But it could have waited until tomorrow.
Sasuke was obviously not going anywhere. Even with the soreness, he was
practically purring with content, spread over the bed, with his hair over the
pillow and Naruto�s cheek.

As soon as Naruto
decided to cut off the boring silence, they fell into a light banter. While
trying to make sense from the longish list of big words that were probably a
sentence, Naruto realized just how tired he was. He got up � with a lot of
effort � to dress.

�Will you get in
trouble?� Sasuke asked when Naruto came back from the bathroom. He looked cold,
but there was genuine interest in the question. Naruto tried to explain about
Kabuto. Sasuke already picked it up somehow, anyway.

The last thing he was
expecting was for Sasuke to offer him help. Not even the guilt free getting
back into bed would have made him so happy. The conversation about the
investigation made Sasuke�s eyes sparkle with unhealthy, excited interest. At
least he would be doing with his life what he liked on professional level, if
everything else failed.

Naruto kissed him, short
and hard. �If you start showing that shiny new side of yourself around, I will
be in so much trouble.�

He grinned at Sasuke�s
confused expression and left the room quickly. It was too pleasant, too warm
and familiar back there. He couldn�t go back to bed, but the thought was
tempting. The bed was all rumpled, light soft. Naruto wanted to snuggle into
the blankets and tell Sasuke all about Kabuto and the kids.

He�d better hurry out
and simply get back later, as soon as could.

It was even colder
outside this time around. It felt like he made it back in less than a minute,
though it must have been about fifteen.

Naruto snuck inside and
past the open door. He couldn�t see Kabuto, but the light and the TV were still
on, so he had to be around. Only once he was back in his room, Naruto relaxed. He
put his shoes off, wondering if he should risk using his keys to use the
bathroom. He was in a hurry back home, so he washed only superficially. He�d
have to turn the light on to find his things, though. That could wake Inari up.

And speaking of Inari,
he was very quiet. Naruto stopped to listen. Not that the kid was especially
loud usually, but� He couldn�t hear anything.
Panic fueling him, Naruto jumped back to the door and found the switch in third
try.� The light blinded him for a moment�
And then he saw that the bed was empty.

He might be in the
toilet.

The thought came to
Naruto when he was already yanking the door open. It calmed him down a little.
It was a possibility. He took a deep breathe and continued down the hall to the
shared bathroom. The light was off. Naruto walked in to be absolutely certain.
It was empty..

He walked back to the
hallway and rushed toward the open lounge, where Kabuto was supposed to be.
That was empty, too. The light was on, door wide open and the TV was still
silent but working. There was no one in it.

Naruto was in too much
hurry � or daze � earlier, so he hadn�t checked if there was light in Kabuto�s
office on second floor.� It was his best
chance now, so he ran down the stairs. Itachi�s words you have to see it with your own eyes to be a witness echoed
through his head. Naruto almost lost his footing. He didn�t want to see it, he
wanted it to stop happening. He wanted for the children in the Home to be
children again, he wanted them to stop being so careful and fearful and quiet
when Kabuto was around. It wasn�t normal.

This, however, might be his only chance to stop it. Naruto
forced himself to be quieter as he walked down the hallway lined up with doors
leading to the offices of the social workers.�
His breathing was much heavier than the short sprint would cause.

The door to Kabuto�s office was firmly closed, but there was
light coming from beneath it. Naruto leaned closer, until he had one ear on the
door. For a long time, there was nothing, no sound coming from inside. But it
just felt like there was someone in
the room, some sort of buzzing, a presence, so he kept listening.

After a while, finally,
a voice said, �How much longer?�

Naruto recognized Inari
with some trouble. It sounded strained and muffed. He had to take a deep breath
and lock his knees not to react.

�Have I ever shown any
signs of being able to read your mind before?� Kabuto answered in his pleasant
voice, manner slightly mocking. �I don�t think so. If you have a question, word
it clearly.�

A pause, then, �How much
longer do I have to kneel?�

�You can get up now, if
you want.� Kabuto answered, almost cheerfully. �I don�t care. But first answer
this: will you be satisfied if you do?�

No answer.

�Will you be happy?�

�Yeah. I want to get up.� Inari said.

�Pay attention.� Kabuto
snapped. It didn�t sound to Naruto at all like Inari was being allowed to get
up � and what was he doing, sitting? It didn�t sound sexual, thank God. And
Inari didn�t sound like being beaten up, either. So Naruto forced himself to
listen as Kabuto continued. �I know it will stop hurting. But will you feel
like we have accomplished something tonight if you get up? Will the burden fall
of your chest? Will you feel less guilty? Will you make the world safer place?�

Inari did not answer.

�We have to face
ourselves.� Kabuto persisted. His voice was not mocking any longer. It was
soft, reasonable.� �We have to pay our
way out, in some way. You know all this. We have to give something to get what
we want. Do you want to be like them?�

�No.�

�What do you want?�

Inari said again, in shaky voice, �To be normal.�

�If you get up, you failed. You will have to give something
else. Do you want to give up?�

As Inari paused again, as if to think and make the decision,
Naruto straightened outside. He was shocked and a bit sick. What was that? What
was it that Inari was feeling guilty about? He didn�t want to be like who, exactly? Why would he listen to Kabuto anyway? What
were they doing?

He couldn�t wait any
longer. He grabbed the knob. It was locked. Naruto was half expecting that, so
he moved to make a room for himself. The weakest point of the door was near the
keyhole, Naruto used his adrenalin surge well and
kicked that area hard. The cheap, aged door opened instantly for him, taking
the small portion of the broken doorjamb with them inside.

Kabuto was on his feet,
but he obviously just stood up from where he was sitting, behind his desk.
Inari was on the completely different part of the office, in the corner� Kneeling.

�What is the meaning of
this?� Kabuto demanded.

Naruto ignored him,
�Inari? You okay? What are you doing?�

The kid looked at him,
eyes wide and worried. He wasn�t getting up from the floor, though.

�I�m � I�m okay. We�re
doing detention.�

Detention? In four in the morning, behind locked doors? Right.

Naruto took a few steps
closer to Inari, not missing from a corner of his eyes that Kabuto inched around
the table � but not toward the exit, toward Inari. There were three chairs
around it, one he was sitting in, one close to Inari and one in the middle of
the room. The office was arranged oddly.

�What did you do?�

�He failed to report you
missing.� Kabuto answered. Inari hung his head.

�He was asleep when I
got out.� Naruto threw over his shoulder.

�He was awake,� Kabuto
said. His mouth curved down, as if he was disgusted by Inari�s actions. �And
because he was afraid to sleep alone, he went to the next room.�

Naruto swallowed another
wave of guilt. Yeah, it was his fault � but if Inari was scared, then he was
scared of Kabuto.

�Inari, we�re going out
of here. Get up.�

Inari made a motion,
like he was about to move� But he changed his mind. Naruto took another two
steps and he was close enough to see in the bright electrical light. Inari was
not just kneeling on the floor, he was kneeling on something. Naruto took a
closer look. Inari was kneeling on� kidney
beans?

�What the hell?�

Kabuto tried use
Naruto�s distraction for something, he moved closer� Naruto was sure he was
about to be attacked, so he flinched a bit to the side. That almost made him
miss it, but he didn�t. He saw that Kabuto had jumped for something that was on
the chair, the one closes to Inari.

�What is that?�

�None
of your business.�

Yeah, right. Naruto left
Inari down � kneeling on the beans was maybe not comfortable, but it was not
deadly. He needed to make sure he saw what was it that Kabuto was trying to
hide.

After a short,
ridiculous chase around the table, Naruto kicked it out of his way, until it
hit the wall. Most of the things stayed on it, but some fell. Kabuto seemed to
have realized that his actions were not making a lot of sense. He remembered
that he had the authority.

�I�ve had enough of your
behavior.� He hissed. �I will call the police on you.�

Naruto didn�t care.
�
�You don�t have to bother, they will be here in several hours anyway. You can
tell them how I tried to save evidence about you abusing children then.�

�You broke into my
office and saw that I was sitting on the other side of the office from that
kid. There was no abusing. That is absurd. You will go to prison, right where
you belong.�

Naruto got tired of
listening. He cornered the Kabuto, literally, and tried to turn him around and
see what he was holding. He just about made it, when Kabuto moved swiftly,
jerked his arm and� hit Naruto across the face. With
something.

It hurt like his cheek
was falling apart, but when Naruto clutched his face with one hand, there was
no wetness. There was no blood. Lucky he was still holding Kabuto, because now
he could see it clearly. What he was holding was� some kind of whip. Not
really, because it was thick � more like a short belt - but �whip� was the
first thing that came to Naruto�s mind.

�Is that the
alternative?� He asked lowly. �Is that the other way of finding forgiveness? If
they can�t hold on for long kneeling on beans, you hit them with that?�

�I do no such thing.�
Kabuto said.

But Naruto didn�t
believe him, not for a moment. All he could see were the bruises, bruises on
children�s back, and that thing in Kabuto�s hands caused it. The many months of
itching to beat the crap out of this guy were to intense for him to let go now,
so Naruto pulled the whip-like thing out of Kabuto�s hand and, using the fist
he closed around the leather, hit him in the chin.

The fight was short but
vicious. Naruto landed a couple of heavy hits, but he also never before fought
someone as capable and tricky as Kabuto. He himself got several powerful
strikes. The shock of the well-aimed blow to the head was closely followed by
pain and dizziness. Naruto found it hard to stay stable on his feet so when
Kabuto tried to use his disorientation to walk out, he just pushed him
forcefully back with his body. It was the best he could so. Kabuto fell over
one of the chairs, next to the table. He must have hit his head on the desk,
because he stayed unmoving on gray office carpet.

�Is � Is he alive?�
Inari whispered after a couple of sentence of dead silence, reminding Naruto
that he was still there.

�Don�t care.� Naruto
said. He walked over with some effort and made sure Kabuto was breathing
anyway. He was alive, but he was also bleeding, his bright hair was soaking
with blood from a wound on his head.

Naruto called the
ambulance. It was hard to concentrate and talk, not as much because of the pain
in his head as much as because of the stubs of intense nausea that followed the
effort. When he finished telling the women why they needed help, Naruto
straightened one of the chairs and set down so he could bend over and rest his
head on the desk.

He was very tired, but
he kept squeezing the leather whip-like thing tightly until medics came,
closely followed by police.

A/N: I am very sorry
this is so late. I was just very unhappy with it. I still am, sort of, but I
can�t hold it hostage any longer. Hope you enjoy it.

The kneeling on beans
was usual form of punishing children in schools in the� nineteenth century (definitely
nineteenth century, I�m just not sure how long it was used) in Serbia. When we
were kids and heard about it from out grandparents, my cousins and I spilled
some beans in a corner and tried it. It�s very
uncomfortable. Beats ten lashes with a willow branch, though, I always thought.
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