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Night Visitor	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 3835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Night Visitor
- 1
Date: March - May 2004

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit off of this work of
fiction. The characters do not belong to me.

A/N - Hopefully I didn't mess up the timeline
too badly, it's been a while since I watched the show. I also
have only read one fic with this pairing in it before. It was
years ago and I can't find it anywhere, which is kinda
disappointing…
Anyway. Enjoy!
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Night Visitor

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"... I can't take this anymore!" Her scream rends
the evening air, the tail end of a fit worthy of her
exasperatingly vibrant personality. Usually I pay her no heed.
It's only when I hear the house door slam that I slip out of the
meditative trance I have put myself in.
Usually her incessant ranting -- "why do I have to do
this alone? Why did Goku have to leave me AGAIN!" does not
concern me. Except now. The moment she makes for the forest, they
concern me.
I straighten slowly, sharp eyes watching her as she makes
deliberate steps into the foliage towards my general location.
Her patience is already cut short, which makes her a poor
searcher. "Where are you?" She finally demands when she
is far enough away from the house and deep enough into the trees
not to be heard by the keen ears of the children. "I know
you're here! Come out right this instant, you dirty peeping
tom!"
I am nothing of the sort, but her insult slides off of me
easily. I know enough not to take offense.
She doesn't mean it anyway. Her defensive posture relaxes the
instant I make myself visible to her. Relief floods her face and
her arms going limp at her sides. Familiarity causes this
reaction when she sees me, relaxation replacing the once fairly
obvious sparks of defensive fear. She knows enough now to know I
mean her, and her family, no harm, despite my strange alien
appearance. This also hasn't been the first time she has sought
me out of the woods that surround the home of my young prot�g�.
I am fairly certain it will not be the last.
I step forwards past trees with silent purposeful strides to
stand in front of her, arms folded across my chest with an
eyebrow raised. My stern exterior doesn't fool her. If anything
she seems to relax even more, her shoulders slumping forwards.
"I can't take this anymore," She repeats, much more
softly. Tears well up in her eyes. She opens her mouth to
continue. "I-"
I cut her off before she can continue. "Never the less
you must," I reply gruffly with a hint of finality to my
voice. I am a firm god. Or demon... depending on which you
prefer. "Son's children depend on you." Both of them...
Gohan, now an adolescent and the other a mere babe.
Her head, which almost always stands tall, seems to fall
forwards even more. "I know." She replies simply. I see
her hands clench as she fights with herself not to argue and kick
up a fuss. Finally she relaxes, her hands falling loosely open
again. When she looks back up at me, wide onyx eyes shine with
raw desperation. "Piccolo," She says, using my realname
instead of any contrived name she tends to use in public like
"that man" and "greened-skinned monster". The
gesture is appreciated, though I know why she uses it and, more
importantly, what she wants. "Please," she
continues. One tentative, wash reddened hand reaches out towards
me.
I complete the gesture. Her hand is caught in my much larger
one. I tug her forwards, carefully and gently enough that she
could escape me if she wants to.
She doesn't. In fact she is almost enthusiastic -- expectant
as she plays forwards into my arms.
Her long slight human arms loop loosely around my neck. She
leans against me and sighs, her breath warm and tremulous against
the cloth that shrouds my shoulder. A couple moments later a hand
moves from around my neck and toys with the cloth that shrouds
it. She tucks slender fingers beneath it, stroking at the
textured green skin her fingers find beneath.
This is expected. I step back from her for a moment, eyeing
her impassively as she stand there, her cheeks already flushed
and her eyes bright with excitement. I grunt, removing the
headpiece and cape with steady hands, tossing them carelessly
behind me. I step back to her, folding my arms around her waist
and drawing her to me. She presses against me eagerly, her head
tilted upwards towards my face.
I kiss her, gently, chastely. She deepens the kiss, lips
pressing insistently against mine. I let her in. Her hands fist
in my top, twisting the fabric in her fingers. In response I run
my hands down her backside, sharp claws touching the fabric of
her work shirt in a thinly veiled, but benign, threat. She
shivers against me and moans into my mouth. If anything that
excites her more and she kisses back even eagerly, her body tense
and trembling against mine.
This hasn't been the first time. I know exactly where to kiss
and touch this woman, Son's wife, to pull moans of pleasure and
more from her. I am not sure what drives her however... to seek
out my "assistance" in this manner... perhaps it is
loneliness. More than likely it is need. I do not pretend I
understand, any of it really.
I actually had no idea what she wanted the first time. Back
over three years ago, when Son was taking his sweet time to get
back from Namek and my young student was the only other member of
that household, save for the occasional visit from the dotting
Grandfather. I did not know her back then as I do now, and I must
say I disliked her. Not as other human's hate other humans...
with vibrant rage and overwhelming emotion... I lost that ability
ages ago. But rather I felt mild contempt towards her, the same
contempt I afford most creatures I come in contact with. Only a
few, Son, Vegeta when he is having a "good" day, Trunks
and most of the other Z warriors, I afforded the opposite - my
respect.
Chichi's transition from someone I felt mild contempt for to
someone I felt mild respect for was not an overnight event. She
is an enigma, to this day, someone who hovers delicately in the
balance between the two extremes. As the mother of my student she
has my respect. When she looses her calm she does not. She knows
this. Even when she is screaming into my face I will ignore her
until she has made it through the many amazing turns that her
personality can pull off in a very short time. When she is
through I will listen to her, then and only then. She knows this
too.
She wants what I can give her, and only I, as I am the only
presence that spends a great deal of time within a mile or so
radius of her house.
This spending time near her house *used* to bother her to no
end. She used to hunch over her laundry while hanging it out to
dry, pausing every once and glancing defensively over her
shoulder, glaring into the woods. She would mumble to herself,
about green skin monsters and pedophiles and the fact that her
son was not going to be like Goku-- fighting all the time. She
wouldn't even let Gohan out of the house to play in the yard, let
alone visit or spar with me, something that irked me a bit, but I
dealt with. Rationally she was frightened. As a mother. As
someone who had a constant presence in the woods, one that she
was always aware of and would never go away... one who threatened
to take her son away from her at any given moment.
I suppose it was only logical that she snap. Maybe that was
why she sought me out that first day.
It was past the hours of the evening when it happened. Gohan
had gone to bed... his bedroom light was off, as where the lights
in the rest of the house. Even the light that I came to know as
the one from her bedroom turned off briefly... only to turn back
on a little while later.
I half tracked her with my senses as she made her way into the
kitchen area of the house. She remained there for a long while. I
had almost decided to return to meditating when she did something
that struck me as extremely odd... she opened the front door.
I stared. She had a wooden staff in one hand and a bottle in
the other. The bottle she put down on the step, but the staff she
held stiffly, defensively. I cocked my head to the side,
wonderingly, then blinked as she stepped out the door and into
the night.
This was... irregular. I knew that humans, defensively, had a
fear of the night, especially without the help of seeing lights.
She had nothing. Even if the stars were especially bright, even
with the light streaming from the house, she couldn't possibly
see more than shapes and outlines with her human eyes. Frowning,
I watched as she crossed the grassy part of the yard and made
right for the woods, walking with extreme purpose in her strides.
"What are you doing human?" I muttered to myself.
Shaking my head I stepped forwards towards where she was, before
she could get very deep into the woods. I was afraid that if she
lost sight of her house she would become lost... which would mean
I would have to put up with her stumbling about in here all
night.
Amazingly enough, she seemed to sense my presence before I
could make myself known to her. I watched as she froze, stick
still held in her trembling grasp only a few short steps away
from me. Her eyes swept over the foliage that flanked me, then
finally locked on my face.
Her eyes widened. Then she let out a low growl and lifted her
stick. "Come out you freak!" she shouted at me. "I
can see you there, don't think I can't!"
After a couple moments of deliberation I stepped forward. She
made a choked sound as she saw me move. Then the stick in her
hands came up, and she brought it down again. I caught it easily.
Grasping her wrist in one hand I removed the offending object
from her with the other. I inspected it, then grunted and tossed
it away. "What are you doing?" I inquired, looking down
at her as she squirmed in my grip, trying to get away.
"Let go!" She demanded.
I raised an eyebrow ridge. "Not until you tell me what
you are doing out here." I replied calmly.
She did not seem too happy. "I don't care if Goku's
befriended you," She snapped. "You're a monster! Why
are you," She pushed against my chest roughly with her free
hand. "ALWAYS," She pushed again. "HERE?" The
tears started then, though she didn't seem to notice as they
coursed down rage reddened cheeks. She stopped pushing me, though
her tears didn't cease. "I won't let you take him you
know," She hissed suddenly. "He's MY SON, and he's
going to be a SCHOLAR. I won't let you make him fight
again!"
I dropped her wrist. 'Hmphing' irritably, I folded my arms
across my chest. "I should think that decision would be up
to Gohan." I pointed out gruffly.
That only caused her to yell and scream louder. I stood,
silently, as she ranted though her entire repertoire, which
ranged from bemoaning her husband's absence, leaving her all
alone, to informing me, once again that she was Gohan's mother
and that she'd let nothing happen to him. It took until the end
of her tirade for me to realize that essentially we had the same
game plan... making Gohan study aside. She sought to protect her
son. I, as I had inadvertently become while I was training the
child, sought to be his guardian and protect him as well. It
really wasn't that hard to figure out. Then again, I was the one
lurking around in the bush and I never told the woman that....
Reaching out I grasped her by both of her shoulders. She
froze, and shut up, staring up at me out of wide eyes. I towered
over her, noting with mild amusement that her form was tiny
compared to mine, and she seemed to be aware of this by the way
she trembled a slight bit beneath my hands. "I mean you no
harm." I re-illiterated gently. "Nor your son." I
grit my teeth; feeling discomfort before I continued. "I
would die before allowing harm to befall him."
Her eyes went from staring up at me with contempt, to
shimmering with some unfathomable human emotion. "You mean
that." Sreatreathed.
I let go of her shoulders. "Gohan is a very powerful
young-- man." I say, choosing to use man as opposed to
warrior... that would just cause another fit. I wondered briefly
why I was even trying to explain this to her. "If the
planet..."
I was going to tackle the training vs. studying side of the
argument, but she didn't seem to be listening. The eyes continue
to shimmer. She cut me off, and surprised me by jumping up and
throwing her arms around my neck... and doing something I never
expected of her...
She kissed me.
I managed to make a surprised noise and went absolutely still.
For a long moment I considered the situation. I had seen humans
do this before. It meant something. Happiness? That meant that
she was happy that I wasn't a threat? Or something. At least she
wasn't trying to attack me anymore. This was a good thing. I
suppose.
Carefully I brought my arms up, neither pulling her to me nor
pushing her away. She let go after a moment or so anyway, making
a satisfied sound with her mouth.
I raised an eyebrow ridge at her again as I looked down at
her.
Her eyes continued to shimmer up at me. After a moment she
whispered "thank you" and turned and fled back into the
house.
I felt mild exasperation as she went. It passed quickly.
Chichi relaxed after that night visit, if such a word as
"relaxed" could be applied to Son's wife. She didn't
look quite as hostile any longer as she peered into the woods.
Rather her looks fell in the realm of quietly contemplative. I
was glad she had found peace for the time being and, unconcerned,
went back to meditating, as well watching over that house.
I certainly didn't expect a repeat performance. It was nearly
two weeks later when, once again, the lights in the kitchen
turned on at a late hour of the night. I watched, warily, as she
made her way into the woods.
I, of course, caught her before she could get very far.
"What is it?" I grunted as she practically ran into me.
She blinked, then smiled, reaching out towards me. Fumbling
hands connected with my shirt and she half stepped, half stumbled
towards me. I caught her arms by the elbows to steady her.
"You," She replied, sounding pleased, closing the gap
between us quickly.
"Son..." I began, confused, as she leaned up towards
my face.
She merely shook her head as she reached up, gathering a
handful of my shirt in her hand and tugging my face closer to
hers. I made a surprised sound as she pressed her lips to mine.
This time the kiss wasn't quite like the last time. Instead
there was something urgent in the way she pressed her mouth to
mine... several times in quick succession, each time more
bruising and demanding.
I was completely out of my element at this point. When her
hands had begun to tug at my training outfit demandingly, I
stepped back a slight bit. I caught one of her wrists in my hands
and drew my face away far enough to question her. "What do
you want?" I asked again, a bit baffled by her actions.
Her eyes were uncharacteristically bright, her cheeks flushed
as she looks up at me. "I want you," She replied
breathlessly. Then she zeroed in for a kiss again.
She "wanted" me?
For a lost second I wonder what on this damned planet I was
supposed to do with *that* little piece of information. I knew,
or I thought I knew what it meant... kissing not only meant
happiness... sometimes it meant the human's involved wanted to
mate. The way she was tugging on my shirt seemed to indicate that
that was what she wanted. All right. But I didn't know how to
make this work or even what I am supposed do. Human mating was
not something I spent a great deal of my time finding out about.
It was when she stopped kissing me to lean up and lick my
rather sensitive ear that I realized that I needed help, and
fast. But from who?
There was one person who could help me. He was someone I could
contact instantly too. I nearly growled at thought. I was *not*
going to enjoy talking to him.
I cursed, in my head mind you, and opened up a link that I
vowed I would never use. 'I need your help,' I told him
grumpily.
Kami-sama's voice sounded amused when he replied, damn him.
'What do you have there Piccolo?' He asked me.
'Son's wife,' I replied. I told him with images rather than
words the rest of the story. Including what she was doing right
then; which was kissing me again and attempting to shove her
tongue into my mouth.
When Kami was done laughing... which was thankfully a short
bought of mirth, he walked me though the rest. Thankfully, being
God and all, let him know somehow, the mating rituals of human
beings. Or, more specifically in my case, how to bring a human
woman pleasure.
The rest of the night went fairly well without many snags. My
species had lost the ability to reproduce sexually eons ago... no
pleasure could be derived for me from the act beyond... some mild
pleasant sensations where her soft and nice feeling human flesh
rubbed against mine, and the mental backlash from her orgasm. As
for physical sexuality, I didn't even have anything that remotely
resembled human male sexual organs... a fact that I found didn't
effect anything much at all because my fingers proved adequate in
length. I used those everywhere, gently enough not to cause
injury, reabsorbing claws temporarily where needed. By the end of
it, Son's wife was limp, sated and very happy, which was good. I
picked her up, brushed her off (she had gotten leaves stuck in
her hair), replaced her clothes, and walked her to the very edge
of the forest. I set her down again. After a moment of staring at
her house she figured out what to do. She smiled dreamily up at
me, gave me a dazed pat on the arm and walked back to her house.
That wasn't the last time during those years she came to visit
me, though her visits stopped during our several year stint with
the androids after Son came back. Obviously, as nearly three of
those years were spent off training with her son and her husband
several hundred miles away. For the record, she spent those years
visibly upset at me for taking her husband and son away from her
again. At least I assume she was upset at me because of that. For
all I know she could have been upset because she wasn’t
getting any… from me or her husband. Either way, I couldn't
have cared less. Saving the world was a little more important
than Chichi’s feelings.
Then Son, in true Son fashion, went and died again. I
understood his decision to stay in the after life, and I also
understood my own duty as well. It was a duty I chose to bare
willingly. Admittedly I don't have much to do with my time
anyway. Training, meditating, reabsorbing water by sitting under
a waterfall a couple hours a day and watching over the Son
household was my life.
There were benefits to this. I got to watch, from a distance,
as the newest Son boy was born, who turned out to be a miniature
replica of his father in every respect. I got to watch as Gohan
continued to grow. Sometimes my former student would seek me out
in the woods and we'd talk. He was still taking his father's
second death pretty hard... he blamed himself for it a lot, for
loosing it while fighting Cell. I did what I could... I listened
to him, occasionally coming down hard when I had to. Once I sent
him to Vegeta to get his talking to there, which worked wonders
beyond what I could have ever done. Gohan came back from that
visit black and blue... but that's okay. He obviously didn't
fight Vegeta at his full strength, which was his own damn fault,
and allowed the grumpy prince to get his message across. You see
Vegeta and I have a bit of an understanding. I help raise the
children, and, as the second most powerful being in the known
universe, he kicks their asses when needed to keep them in line.
Chichi started visiting me again too, apparently forgiving me
for taking her son and husband from her again. Granted, she
visited me for completely different reasons. Usually she came
when her baby had settled down to nap and Gohan was doing his
homework. Or when she finally had enough of housework and/or her
two children.
Which brings us to this point where we are now.
I pull away again, removing my lips from hers to play them
along her neck, my teeth flashing in the waning daylight. My
hands tug lightly at the sides of her smock. She obediently
raises her arms and allows me to remove it from her, the fabric
whispering to the ground as I let it go. I leave her then, for a
brief moment, to grab my cape and lay her down on it.
She allows me to continue. I go on to extract her pants from
her slender body, and all the rest of her clothing in turn, until
she lays naked and flushed beneath me. Her chest rises and falls
with her rapid breaths of excitement. Smirking, I run my hands
lightly up and down the length of her sides, watching with
amusement as the skin flicks away at my touch ever so slightly. I
bring one of my hands in, thumbing her throat for a moment before
pulling away and continuing downwards.
My hands and fingers circle her breasts, before allowing the
lightest flicks of touch over the tips of her nipples. She arches
slightly, gasping, hands clenching at my arms. I take one of the
soft firm mounds of flesh in my hand then lean over, my tongue
laving the perked flesh. The taste is slightly caustic on my
tongue... she is still breast feeding her youngest. It is not
nearly bad enough for me to stop, and I continue, paying the same
treatment to the other one, massaging the flesh with gentle
palms. By the time I am finished she is excited and tense as her
hands clench on my arms, the most delightful pleading noises
welling up from her throat.
I smirk again, releasing her breasts to place hands elsewhere,
one trailing fingers down her stomach, smoothing the soft,
slightly looser flesh there. The other draws suggestive circles
along her upper thigh and my smirk grows as the pleading whimpers
and moans increase in volume.
She isn't going to appreciate it if I tease much longer. I
finally bring my hand down further than her belly, running nails
lightly through the coarser hairs found here. My other hand comes
up, moving closer and closer to...
I know I have found what I am looking for the moment she archs
off my cape with a strangled cry. I run my thumb along it,
knowing the exact pressure I need to apply to make her happy. At
the same time I bring my fingers downwards, claws safely
reabsorbed, and play them along her moist folds a moment before
plunging them into her wet heat. I know what is coming as I twist
my fingers just so and press against something deep inside of
her. She arches again and screams... a scream that I catch in my
mouth as I kiss her again.
Our pace becomes rapid as I meet her in the frenzied mimicry
of a human mating act. One of my hands stays firmly placed
between her legs, massaging her from both inside and out, while
the other one is free to roam her naked flesh... fondling,
pinching, squeezing gently in ways I know will add to her
pleasure. At the same time my tongue plunders her mouth in rapid
counter part, though I pull away occasionally to nibble or nip
gently at the flesh of her ears or neck. Her arms come up and
wrap around my back and she holds on tight as she nears her peak.
I can tell it is coming. As I usually do I close my eyes and
let it wash over me as she comes violently against me, an
arching, panting, screaming, sweaty mess of a human. I love it.
From this far away I can't even block out such emotions and
projected thoughts and feelings if I wanted to. I allow myself,
mentally at least, to experience a tiny bit of what she does.
I hold her against me as she recovers in degrees. I keep my
fingers in her for a while as her muscles gently contract and let
go around them. She is still panting and sweaty but as limp as a
ragdoll... a very sated ragdoll... when I finally remove
my hand. I wipe it discretely on the grass before bringing my
hand to her face, swiping sweat damp bangs back from her
forehead.
She smiles at me. In fact she fairly glows, her countenance a
far cry from what it looked like when she first came waltzing out
here.
We remain like that for a while. For whatever amount of time
is necessary. Finally she shifts against me, a subtle clue and I
nod.
I stand... bringing her with me. Her face falls as she
realizes it is over. I never did understand this human tendency
to become embarrassed after the fact, noting that she flushes
slightly as she gathers up her wayward clothes. I help her when I
can, brushing the leaves from her back, her hair, smoothing the
cloth where it is wrinkled. Finally she completes the small
ritual of redressing and looks up at me. I smile down at her,
slightly amused as the redness that paints her cheeks grows.
"Thank you," She finally says, leaning up and
kissing me on the cheek softly, as she always does. I nod at her
and gently push her back in the direction of her house.
~~~
"Mother comes out here visit you, doesn't she?"
The question catches me by surprise. I start, then recover
quickly. "She does," I grunt, giving Gohan a suspicious
look out of the corner of my eye. The boy doesn't look back at
me, but rather looks down at his feet as they swing back and
forth beneath the branch he is perched upon.
The teenager doesn't say anything for a long while. Finally he
clears his throat and mumbles something towards his lap.
"Thank you." He says.
My eyebrow ridges shoot upwards. "What?" I reply.
The boy flushes, embarrassed. Even so he leans closer to me
and speaks in a low voice… "She’s always nicer
after coming out here to visit you."
It doesn’t take a long leap of logic to assume that the
young teen knows. Gohan jumps down from the branch, grinning
sheepishly up at me before waving and turning to make his way
back to the house.
I consider that for a moment, then a slight smile twitches at
the corner of my mouth. Gohan knows.
The subject never comes up again, beyond the occasional
exasperated and suggestive comment when his mother had become too
hard to handle. As for me, much of the next few years are spent
watching the Son household grow up.
When Gohan is 16 his father decides to come back to life.
Again. This time the man actually decides to stick around for a
bit, and for the first time in 7 years I am no longer needed so
to speak.
That is fine. I just go back to the other things I do with my
life… which is meditating, training, and babysitting the
children on occasion.
~~~
As for Son, did he ever find out?
I think he did at some point. I had looked onto the day that
he did with a bit of nervous anticipation… Kami-sama also
told me that humans do not take kindly to the thought of other
men (or creatures) involved in sexual acts with their wives.
The day I came to believe that he knew about it, at least to
some extent, was while we were sparring. We were sparring for old
times sake…we both knew he was hundreds of times stronger
than I was at that point. After a good day of going at it, he
laid down on a patch of grass and looked up at the clouds as I
stood beside him.
"Thanks for taking care of my family while I was dead
Piccolo," He says after a good while had passed.
I look down at him and raise an eyebrow ridge.
"You’re welcome," I rumble after a moment.
"I was never very good at it," He adds, a bit
forlornly.
I felt sorry for him then. It was the first time I had ever
heard Son speak of his family in such terms. I had always assumed
that he did what he did for the greater good… the wellbeing
of the planet, and didn’t view his family as a casualty by
any means. I didn’t even know he thought about it at all.
What he says next sets me on edge.
"Yeah… and despite all her ranting, Chichi really
appreciates all you did for her too."
If I had a human heart… it would have stopped right about
now so to speak. "You… don’t mind?" I ask
after I consider my words for a time. I look down at the lazing
man with both of my eyebrow ridges raised.
Goku blinks. He blinks again. Then he scratches the back of
his head in characteristic Son fashion, laughing as he does so.
"No of course not," He says when he has stopped being
mirthful. He just smiles up at me then. "Why would I?"
I shrug and mentally let go a sigh of relief. Good.
My life is rather dull, I admit it. Life continues on as
usual. Or at least it carried on as usual for a while… until
ten years later in fact.
Then… Son, yet again, decided to make himself scarce by
taking off to train a child on the other side of the planet. I
let a good half a year pass before going off to find him.
I wait until he is done training with the boy that day to
attract his attention. He notices me and flies over to me,
grinning as he does so. "Piccolo!" He exclaims.
"How are you?"
I nod at him and ignore the boy, Uub, who is giving me a
cautious look from off to the side. "Will you be here
long?" I ask him.
Goku looks surprised, then glances behind him at his young
student. "Yes." He says finally. "I need to train
him, Piccolo," He says in way of explanation.
"He’s very strong," He adds, nodding eagerly.
I nod as well. "I will watch your family for you," I
say, my words weighted. I wait for his reaction.
Surprising he breaks into a wide grin at that, the look on his
face relieved. "Will you?" He asks eagerly. "Oh
good! Thank you Piccolo!" With that he waves and is off
again, moving towards his student.
I sigh. After a moment I turn and blast off towards the other
side of the planet.
A few nights later finds me right back where I started…
meditating in the woods that surround Son’s house. I am
content here. At peace.
… and sure enough, Chichi’s light has just turned
on…
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