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Chapter Seven
The rest of the week had passed in a blur for Naruto. He had seen Sasuke in class, but the boy had been distant, discordant, and he hadn't approached him. He had to admit he was a little scared to talk to the Uchiha now, something in his chest pulsin a little painfully when he saw the boy. He'd come into school on Wednesday with new marks on his skin, angry and purple against the fading bruises of before. Naruto could only imagine talking to him would hurt a little, his eyes always straying down to the brands of someone else's ownership written across the pale skin he wished he could touch.

Gaara had calmed down a little, being warm and friendly, and there hadn't been a repeat of monday night's incident, as Naruto thought of it. He appreciated that. He didn't want to fuck up his friendship with his roommate by having to say no again, but he didn't think it was fair to let Gaara have him when his thoughts were elsewhere, another face in his mind. Now it was friday, and the day was only half over but somehow Gaara had convinced him to skip last period to pack.

Itachi's party in Tokyo was tomorrow night, and Gaara and Naruto were packing their things. Gaara had told him his brother had an apartment right outside of the city they would stay in. Kankuro was coming along, and Naruto was kind of happy about that. He hadn't met Gaara's siblings yet, any of them, and he was excited for that, but mostly he was just relived that someone else would be there, Gaara wouldn't proposition him in front of his own brother would he?

The boy had bought them all train tickets earlier in the week, reserving a private cabin for the three of them. The train was leaving at 6, so it wasn't strictly necessary to leave early, but Naruto thought it might do him some good to get out. Besides, the way he heard it, Freshman Seminar was a pointless, study hall type class, useless now when they didn't have much in the way of work.

He finally shoved the last of the things he was packing into his small duffel, knowing they were only staying until sunday so he packed light. He slipped the straps over his shoulder and glanced over at his roommate. Gaara was watching him intently, his own bag packed and thrown on the floor by the door. Naruto couldn't help but blush a little, feeling the other boy's appreciative gaze on him now making him slightly uncomfortable. Gaara grinned.

"Ready, Uzumaki?" Naruto just nodded as Gaara picked up his own bag and headed for the door, the blond boy falling into step behind him.

X

Sasuke shifted uncomfortably in the airplane seat. The seat was soft, but it still managed to rub against the bruises on his hips when he moved, making him wince slightly. They were getting fainter, but they were still a little sore. He glared over at Itachi, who was paying him no attention at the moment. Those bruises were his damn fault. Sasuke couldn't help but remember then, how those bruises had gotten there, and how sore they had been the next morning. The ache had been given three days to fade, but it still remained, ebbing away slowly. Sasuke shivered.

Itachi slammed him against the door to his room, anger floating thick around him like static in the air, heavy and humid like it might well rain. Sasuke had flinched then, turning his head to the side with a small whimper, shutting his eyes tightly against the sight before him. Itachi's hands gripped his shoulders hard enough to break them, which was never a good sign. It meant he was angry, more angry than usual, and an angry Itachi meant pain in his future.

"Focus Sasuke-kun. You've been too distant, you're not paying enough attention. I think I may have to knock whatever stupid distraction you've taken up out of your head." Then his brother's lips had sealed over his, and he was being pushed back onto the door hard, his brother pressing against him full length, covering him over. He'd whimpered slightly then, not sure exactly what his brother was talking about.

He had a sinking feeling in his guts that Itachi had figured out the source of his distraction, Naruto, and he knew the older boy was a bit possessive, he wouldn't like that chain of thought at all. So Sasuke had remained silent, letting himself be wrought open by his brother's sharp kiss, and the hands gripping him, one molded perfectly over his hip, rubbing slow circles on the skin underneath the boy's shirt with his thumb, the other hand tangled in the back of Sasuke's hair, gripping tightly, twisting it like some sort of handle.

Sasuke had gasped when his brother pulled away, fumbling for his key card in his pocket, and opening the door. He could tell Itachi was more distant than usual, but no less ferocious, no less painful. The second they were inside Sasuke felt himself pushed down onto the bed inside roughly, his shirt soon torn over his head and hurled backwards, over Itachi's shoulder before the older boy's shirt joined the pile.

He'd grinned then, and it made the younger boy nervous. Something in those eyes made him think he was in some trouble. Itachi biting harshly into his neck scattered his thoughts to the wind though, bringing him back to the present, to way his brother was moving against him now. He was hard, they both were, but Sasuke was the only one with the good sense to feel guilty for it. Itachi bucked up against him then, and he couldn't hold on to that guilt anymore. It was going to happen whether he liked it or not, that was just how things worked with Itachi.

Sasuke let a moan bubble out from between his lips when Itachi palmed his hard cock through the material of his uniform pants. He wanted this then, not that he would admit it to anyone, least of all Itachi, so he bit his lip and let his eyes roll back. He cold at least imagine it was someone else inside of his head, someone with a gentler touch and a beautiful laugh.

The next thing he knew, Itachi had pulled his pants down to pool around his ankles, and grabbed his hardness with practiced hands. Sasuke moaned at the slight friction on his most sensitive body part, bucking his own hips up into his brother's hand like a cheap whore. He blushed when he saw Itachi's smirk.

"Otouto, haven't you learned by now that I am the only thing that should matter in your life. No one else, not Gaara, not Neji, not that new kid, only me. If I have to break you to keep you don't think I won't. Or better yet, maybe I'll break them, and let you live with the consequences, knowing it was all because of you."

Sasuke was pushed back then, staring at the ceiling, while Itachi's lips traveled complicated patterns across his chest. He couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. He let his eyes fall closed, clouded in the pleasure of his brother's hands on his body. He hated this, hated that he liked this.

His eyes flew back open when he felt the tip of something soft and blunt pushing against his entrance, his legs hooked over his brother's arms, lifting and spreading them to reveal the little hole, and anything else Itachi wanted. He could only mewl a little, helpless and wide eyed.

With a single thrust, Itachi was buried deep inside of him. He saw stars from the pain, gritting his teeth and trying his hardest not to cry out. He felt something tear inside of him, and blood slicked his passage then, making the thrusts into him more fluid, more comfortable. Itachi leaned down again to pull up a mark on the pale skin of Sasuke's shoulder, nipping and sucking, soothing it with his tongue before he moved his lips a little lower.

"Say my name, Otouto. Tell me how much you wanted this, because I know you did, your body doesn't lie." Sasuke shook his head mutely.

"No, Itachi please. I don't, not now." Itachi scowled and bit the boy's collarbone harshly.

"You don't really get a choice here, Otouto. This will happen no matter what you do, because you do want this, we both know it. Besides, you are mine, and I will do with you whatever I see fit. You should know that by now really, Sasuke."

The boy whimpered again, bucking up into the hot hand wrapped around him painfully tight, then back onto his brother's slicked erection, buried inside of him once again. He squirmed around a little, trying to evade the hard thrust, but only succeeded in making it harder. Itachi dropped his hands to the pale boy's hips then, gripping them so tightly he could feel little divots forming in porcelain skin.

"Come now, otouto, say it for me, I'm waiting." He punctuated the last words with a brutal thrust, causing Sasuke to shiver below him, moaning softly It wasn't in pain anymore though, and the boy's cheeks were flushed from the heat, from the embarrassment, from the desire. Itachi couldn't help but feel satisfied, at least a little bit. Sasuke was panting hard under him then, hands coming up to run along the muscles of his brother's back, eyes closed in shame.

Itachi picked up the pace at that, thrusting harder, faster, more brutally than before. He was close now, and he could feel sasuke was to, the muscles of his smaller body taught under the skin. He raised on of the hands that had been curled around Sasuke's pale hip and grasped the boy's hardness. Sasuke moaned.

"No -Ah, No, 'Tachi, don't. Please." This whispered supplications only making Itachi harder, only making his thrust harder. He loved the way his name sounded on those lips. He wanted more.

"Mmm, Sasuke. But you're so warn and tight, even after so long. I'm not letting you go, Sasuke, just shut up and enjoy this." He moaned into the smaller boy's neck again, nipping at the flesh almost gently, but still enough to hurt him. Itachi was rewarded with the sharp hiss of breath taken in, shaky and shallow.

"I - Ah, I don't, no, I don't want to." Itachi growled slightly, tangling his hand in dark hair before yanking the boy's head up, twisting it so Sasuke was looking him in the eyes.

"I can't do that, Sasuke. You know that." His voice hitched in pleasure. He dug his fingers back into the boy's hips, pressing hard enough that the smaller boy could feel the bruises forming on his skin. He couldn't help but moan.

This was enough to throw Itachi over the edge, and his whole body tensed as he emptied himself into his little brother's passage. Sasuke gritted his teeth against the pleasure, Itachi's hand fading to painfully tight uneven strokes. It was enough though, and Sasuke found himself screaming his completion, a name hidden among the noises of pleasure.

"Ah, 'Tachi!" The older Uchiha only smirked. The boy under him glistening with sweat and breathing hard was too erotic a sight not to respond to, and Itachi felt himself getting hard again. He barely suppressed the grin that threatened to break out across his face. This was going to be a long night.

Sasuke blushed a little, sinking down in the seat, glancing over at his brother. Itachi was still ignoring him. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. He had stopped remembering, trying to push his mind off onto something else. It bugged him to no end that he couldn't get that scene out of his head, but what annoyed him even more, and caused the blood to rush to his face in embarrassment, was the fact that even now, remembering made him hard.

He didn't want to get hard thinking about his brother fucking him, rather violently. But still, he could feel the blood rushing downwards in his body, pooling in the pulsing and uncomfortable arousal between his legs. He hated this, hated the fact that his brother had so much control over him even now, that he could get Sasuke hard without even trying.

He told himself Itachi shouldn't be the one he wanted panting on top of him, sweat slicked skin against skin, sliding on him. He had promised himself he wouldn't think about Naruto, not on this trip, promised himself he'd focus on other things, and try not to give his brother any more reason to punish him. The funny thing was, that Itachi's so called punishment had actually worked, it had driven the blond from his mind, for the most part, and refocused him, back where itachi wanted him to be. Only it wasn't where Sasuke wanted to be.

He sighed, shifting uncomfortable, still hearing the echoes of his own desperate, cracking voice in the back of his head, AH, aniki, please... It made him shudder a little, though whether it was in pleasure or revulsion he didn't quite know. he only knew that it wasn't really helping his painful ... situation very much. He sighed, twisting in the seat a little, trying to find a position where his little problem wouldn't be so obvious. They were on a plane for god's sake, he had to at least try to calm himself.

He was startled back to attention when a pale hand fell to his thigh, squeezing lightly, fingertips lightly tracing down towards his arousal. He blushed, his head whipping over to stare into the face of his brother, smirking over at him from his seat by the window. Great, now Itachi knows.

He was torn then, between throwing his brother's hand off and bucking up into the contact. They were in public for fuck's sake, and while their first class seats did have a little curtain surrounding them, and he was sure no one here really knew they were directly related, there was still no way they'd get away with that without getting caught. He was still quite hard though, and the whisper of contact so close to where he wanted it most was making that problem all the more painful. He twisted a little in his seat as Itachi's hand drifted higher, cupping to form to the inside curve, fingers brushing ever so lightly across his sensitive bulge. It was all he could do not to moan, biting his tongue hard.

"Mmm, well, it looks like someone is feeling a little bit excited for Tokyo." His voice was soft and smooth, Itachi leaned in closer then, voice dropping past a whisper, almost reduced to a silent breath of air across Sasuke's cheek. "Except ... I don't think Tokyo's been that good to you. Could it be that it's-" He punctuated his next words with a firm squeeze to the hard flesh beneath his palm, "-something else?"

Sasuke squirmed again, not sure himself whether he was trying to escape the intrusion into his personal space or rub harder against it. The older Uchiha just smirked, drawing his hand back a little, keeping the touch frustratingly light and soft. Sasuke failed to stifle the next moan, only succeeding in making it quiet, breathy and ethereal. Itachi shivered a little at the sound.

"I ... Aniki, not here..." Itachi arranged his perfect features into a mask of hurt.

"Do you really think I'm such a bad brother that I would let you suffer beside me when I could do so much to help you?" Sasuke's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening slightly. Not here, we can't do this here, is he fucking crazy? Itachi chuckled softly, purposely letting the puff of hot breath skitter across his brother's pale cheek.

"No, we're going to take care of this, otouto. Leave it to me."

X

Naruto watched the scenery stream by the window of the train. It almost made him nauseous, watching things whipping by so fast, but he wasn't in much of a mood to talk right now. He never thought he would truly appreciate his roommate's silent brooding behavior. At the moment he was thankful for that above all else. Gaara had hardly said two words since they'd stepped on the train, but his brother just wouldn't shut up. Kankuro just kept talking, asking questions of the blond, telling stories, some of which were amusing, but for the most part they were mind numbingly boring.

After two hours the boy had lost interest though, and had settled in to sprawl across the bench seat across from him and Gaara. They did have their own private car, or at least cabin, which was a blessing in itself. Naruto didn't really feel like social interactions were within his realm of consciousness at the moment, and Gaara, well they were never really Gaara's strong point to begin with. The only bad part was that left no one for Kankuro to annoy into killing themselves, a rather uncomfortable, heavy silence hung between the three of them.

The knock of the attendant at the door made everyone jump. Well, everyone except Gaara, he didn't jump for anything. Naruto smiled widely at the girl pushing the little refreshment cart, blushing a little, ordering a drink and some chocolate. Kankuro bought a random assortment f snack items. Gaara just glared at the intruders until they went away. The ornery behavior was enough to cause the blond to stifle a smile into his hand, under the guise of eating his chocolate bar.

He watched the redhead out of the corner of his eyes, pretending to be staring out the window still. The boy sat so still, not shifting around like Naruto always did, just staring at some spot above the blond boy's head. Naruto couldn't help but smile a little, he really did like Gaara, and he felt like the boy was his closest friend. This was new for him, having been away from kids his own age for most of his recent years, shuffled from family compound to family compound. Even at the orphanage, before he was found, he didn't really relate to other children that well. Now he felt like a normal teenager for the first time and it was a beautiful thing.

He had freaked out when Gaara had come onto him that night. He didn't want to ruin the friendship developing between them, friends were still to precious a commodity to be treated so lightly. Then there was also the whole Sasuke thing, which had fucked things up worse. He was infinitely glad that he'd get a chance to be away from school for the weekend, away from all that, and just hang out with people. He knew most of his new friends weren't going to this party, but he figured one or two was more than enough to justify going. Besides, parties were something he didn't get to go to much back home. He had a feeling that this party would be a far shot from the garden soirees and cocktail functions his uncle through occasionally. This was going to be a real, honest to goodness party. He was planning on enjoying himself a little too much.

X

Sasuke's breath caught in his throat as he scooted back a little farther, bare ass sliding against the plastic counter of the little airplane bathroom. The edge of the sink was digging into his lower back, but he almost couldn't feel it any more. Two of his fingers were coated with blue liquid soap, disappearing into his own little hole and reappearing rhythmically. He had to bite back a small moan as his other hand stroked his own length tentatively, almost chewing a hole through his lip.

The knock made him jump, but he was expecting it. He let go of his shaft and thumbed the lock open, blushing as his brother pushed the door open just enough to get by, locking it behind him once more. Sasuke tried to pull back against the mirror as much as he could, giving Itachi room to move between his legs with a deadly grace. He felt long pale fingers on his wrist and he stilled the digits still buried inside of himself. Little moans of nonesense pushed past his lips, low and sweet, thick on his tongue. His brother smirked.

"Looks like you got yourself ready well, otouto. That deserves a reward." Pale, slander fingers wrapped around the boy's shaft firmly and tugged. A louder moan escaped Sasuke's lips then, as his eyes rolled back, unfocused. Itachi leaned closer, dragging his lips and tongue whisper light up the pale neck in front of him to the boy's ear. He smiled, breathing out in a hot wet puff against it, making the boy shiver beneath him.

"Aniki, a-aah please..." Sasuke interrupted his train of thought with a moan of plasure. Itachi smirked.

"What do you want, Sasuke-kun? I want to give you what you want but if you don't tell me, I won't know." His voice was a little sarcastic and cold, but these subtle notes were lost on Sasuke, whose head was lolled back now, hips twitching into his brother's hand.

"Aa-aah, touch me more, please. Fuck me Im ready and I need it." Itachi chuckled, pulling the boy's hand down to the bulge in his own pants, cocking an eyebrow at the expression on his brother's face, watching the blush creep down his neck, onto his chest. It was beautiful.

"If you want me you'll have to come in here and get it." He gave the hand a parting squeeze before pulling it away. He could feel Sasuke's hands shake slightly on the familiar zipper. The boy's heart was racing, his breathing uneven and quick, his fingers heavy, clumsy as he tried to pull the metal tab downwards. His fingers slipped, fumbling once again for the zipper pull, this time catching it more firmly. The teeth slipped apart like butter, the soft sound familiar against his ears, making the boy moan under his breath. His hand dove inside out of habit, pale fingers feeling out the shape of the arousal underneath blindly, groping around firmly but gently against the smooth silk of Itachi's boxers until he found the band, jerking them downwards desperately.

Sasuke's mouth worked silently as he wrapped little fingers around his brother's length, pumping it, feeling the texture of the hard arousal in his hand, savoring every moment through the pores of his skin. Itachi leaned forwards, smiling into the pale skin of his brother's neck before biting, enjoying the hitch of breath and reflexive arch of the back below him. The small moan that pushed past those slightly parted lips in front of him almost made him lose his composure.

He stopped. He breathed. He smiled once again, pulling back to whisper into Sasuke's ear.

"What do you want now, Otouto?" He let the words tickled warm and light across the rim of his brother's ear, gently flicking out his tongue at the end, making the body pressed between the counter and his own tremble slightly, letting loose a small keening moan. He let his own hands wonder down taught pale sides, over the well documented planes of the boy's back, tangling in the delicate black strands of Sasuke's hair, steering the boy's face to his own, forcing their eyes to meet for a second before smaller pale fingers are gripping at his own hair, scrabbling down his back, trying to drag the boy closer. Hot, familiar lips are raining little messy kisses across his face. Small breathy exhales are panted against his skin, and Itachi can't not smile at the desperate little noises, because Sasuke is so beautiful when he gets all wound up like this. He feels the words panted against his flesh more than he hears them then.

"Gods-" those hot lips are tickling across his face, "-Itachi-" they are plotting a course up his jaw line now, "-Aniki, please-" the breaths between each moment of contact are hot and heavy, but still flutter like butterfly wings against his skin, down the cords of his neck, "-fuck me, now-" the little pleas spill across his skin, and he'd always known he would give in, it was just a matter of how long he could hold on, how long he could stay in control. "- I need it, aniki, please."

Itachi falls on Sasuke then, mouth open, sealing over those little lips before they can break his fracturing hold on the situation any more, a small trade off of control for control. One hand tangles in the thin black hair, softer than any boy's has the right to be, the other gropes blindly until it hits the soap dispenser, filling his palm to overflowing with the blue liquid, scented sterile and clean. He fists it to his own erection quickly, lining himself up. Sasuke is mewling in his arms now, gasping against his neck and panting wonderful little snippets

"Oh, Gods, Itachi, Yes." Repeated like a refrain, like a mantra, varied slightly every time, but staying the same really. Itachi pauses, letting these sounds wash over him, reminding him he is in control here, reminding him he is the one to make those noises fall from those sweet lips. He smirks, seating the crown and pushing in, until the taught pressure give way and he's inside the pale boy. Sasuke trembles in his arms, weak and begging, his mantra repeated over and over, eyes pressed closed, fingers still scrabbling for some hold on Itachi's smooth flesh.

In one smooth, heavy downward thrust he's inside to the hilt, he can feel the pulsing of Sasuke's thighs against his sides as they flex around him, the nervous patter of the heavy panting breaths echoed through the pale stomach pressed now against his own as he leans forwards into that heat. Itachi seals Sasuke's lips with his own before he pulls out and slams back in, snapping his hips with enough force to draw a creaking whine from the counter beneath them both now.

Still, he can't stop, not now, not that he wants to really, but it still scares him slightly. He's in control, but he isn't, he's steering the ship but its completely out of his control. Not that this was not the course he plotted, like always, and now he's just in his death spiral, about to crash spectacularly in uncharted territory. Itachi gritted his teeth then, rolling his fingers into pale skin underneath them hard enough to bruise. This was according to his plan, in accordance with his instinct. Each bruise was a mark of ownership, a reaffirmation of who was in charge, of who possessed the boy under him now.

Itachi was always the favorite child, never good at sharing, even now. Still, there were some things in which he was not selfish. He leaned forwards then, rolling his hips into Sasuke's pale frame, relishing the gasp, the arms encircling his neck now, pulling them together. He rolls his hips again, rubbing his torso against the equally pale one beneath, and the sensitive flesh pinned between. He could feel every vein, every twitch, pale skin rubbing over pale skin where Itachi's shirt rode up, sweat slicking them, matting black hair to white cheeks, not always respective of who belonged to what. Everything belonged to Itachi in the end anyways, they both knew that.

Sasuke tensed, pitching up into the unbreakable wall above him that was Itachi, hissing in pleasure as he almost peaked. There were fingers though, long pale fingers, wrapped tightly around him, at the base of his now almost painful erection. He mewled pitifully, nuzzling his face into the crook of Itachi's neck, frustrated beyond words. Itachi smirked, feeling himself grow closer. He controlled everything, he made all of the discussions. This was all in his court, all carefully planned and executed. He smiled into Sasuke's skin as that thought, along with the sweet noises from beneath him, the smell of Sasuke's sweat and sex, it brought him close. With another roll of his hips he let go, clamping teeth down on Sasuke's pale neck, biting hard and the boy went rigid underneath him once again.

"AH, Gods, Itachi!" The cry was louder than the situation deemed prudent, but at that moment neither one cared. Sasuke spasmed slightly in his arms, clinging tightly to him in that moment. Itachi couldn't hold on, he quickly followed his brother over the edge, mumbling the boy's name into the mouthful of skin he still held. He was in control.

They sat panting for a second before Itachi turned to the towel dispenser on the side, grabbing a handful of paper cloths to clean them, dabbing gently at the reddening skin under him until it was clean as he could get it really. He grimaced at the state of his undershirt, but settled for turning it inside out for now. He had a jacket at the seats.

He shot a commanding glance at his brother, who was already straightening his own clothing, blushing a brilliant red and staying oddly silent. Itachi smiled, turning to the door. He flipped the lock up casually, letting the door swing closed behind him before making his way back to the seats to close his eyes for a moment.

X

Kankuro pushed the door to the small tokyo apartment open, stepping in to let the two boys behind him by. Naruto looked around in awe. The place was small, but it was nice, tastefully decorated in a minimalist scheme. Gaara pushed past the blond, who had stalled in the entryway, with a small smile and a snort. He'd been here a thousand times, it was just another house to him at this point. He could tell Naruto was impressed. He turned to Kankuro who just grinned, a little lecherously.

"Well, Uzumaki, like what you see?" He set one hand on his cocked hip and raised an eyebrow at the boy, who flushed lightly. That in itself was entertaining, but the scowl it drew from his brother was worth a thousand times as much to him. His smile grew. "We got two bedrooms here, ones mine and ones guest, you guys can share that one. I've got an air mattress in storage downstairs you can dig up if you want, but the bed's a double so you'll both fit if you don't want to. Other than that, door at the end of the hall is the bathroom, you can check it out if you want. You're welcome to anything consumable you find, but I would advise against eating anything from the fridge. I haven't been up here in quite a while, so it might kill you on sight."

Naruto flinched, missing the cocked eyebrow Gaara gave his brother for the sharing beds comment. This would be more than perfect, if they were already sleeping together it might just be that much easier to actually sleep with the blond. At the very least he could always swing an arm over the sleeping boy, huddling it close and deny responsibility when the time came. He hoped it didn't come to that.

Naruto smiled, and shuffled to the window across the room, looking down on the glimmering, evening Tokyo beneath them. Gaara couldn't help but follow, leaning a little too close to the blond for friendly contact, pressing his hip into the boy's ass, letting his chest come flush with the flesh of Naruto's shoulder, one hand fluttering slightly in indecision before it landed lightly on the small of the blond's back, the other pulling the curtain back a little, opening up the view.

Gaara waited for some type of explosion from the boy in front of him, but none came, he didn't even seem to notice the contact. Gaara smirked a little, this was going to be easier than he thought at this point. He drew himself back and walked over to the kitchen, doing a quick inventory of what they had for food. He made a disgusted face before grabbing the trash bin and pitching out the sole inhabitants of the refrigerator, a carton of milk that seemed to have progressed into a solid state of being, and a carton of something slimy that looked to have evolved into a sentient being. He slammed the door once more, and reached up to the little pile of delivery menus on top of the offending appliance.
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