I don’t own Bleach, console me. I thought I would say that first and get it out of the way.

And a hearty 'Thank You' to my beta, Aine of Knockaine for being a good friend and wonderful beta reader!

From last time:

“I got it turned off,” she pointed back to the metal pieces strewn about. As she put weight on her wounded leg it immediately buckled underneath her causing her to collapse.

I Will Protect You

Chapter 3

Things Were Going So Well.....

Before Momo could hit the ground, Toshiro’s arms went around her as he slid under, catching her in his lap. Now that he wasn’t worried about any more hollows attacking, although to him they had been more annoying than an actual threat, he could turn his complete attention on her.

Gently he lifted and settled Momo’s slight form next to him, and then moved to kneel next to her leg. She was trying to tuck the leg up beside her and cover over the wound with her hakama. When that didn’t work she tried to clamp her hand over it but he gently pried her hand off one finger at a time. He let out a chuff of annoyance. Momo could be so childish at times.

Not looking up at her, he sternly told her, “This needs to be cleaned and might even need stitches but I’ll have to find out first so just let me take a look.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said in a wan voice.

Then he did glance up and noticed the washed out pallor of her face and knew she was close to fainting, even if she denied it.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Toshiro kun always says that to me, he must think I am a complete moron.”

Surprised at the affectionate tone in her voice in contrast to her words, he watched as the corners of her mouth turned up in a delicate smile before her eyes rolled back in her head, fainting dead away and falling backwards onto the grass.

Hitsugaya turned and yelled, “Kurosaki!”

In an instant the orange-haired shinigami was standing next to him, leaning over to study the unconscious girl with worried eyes.

“Would you get Hinamori’s backpack? She’s injured and I am betting she has a shinigami field-kit in it.

“How bad is it?”

“Not much blood loss at the moment, but I can’t see how deep the cut is. Now get me that bag!”

Ichigo was gone and back in a flash with her bag and watched as Hitsugaya lifted the hem of Hinamori’s hakama away from her leg before carefully settling the foot and ankle onto his lap.

In the meantime, Ichigo rummaged in the bag and near the bottom found a basic medi-kit and pulled it out. Dropping it, he knelt down next to the wounded female, opened up the box and held it out so Hitsugaya could easily reach in and find what he wanted. The first thing he did was smear some topical painkiller so he could wipe away the blood without Momo being in too much pain.

It seemed to help. A sense of relief swept through Ichigo when he saw the girl’s long lashes flutter open. A slight pucker between her eyebrows revealed her momentary confusion before memory returned. Immediately her brown eyes went to the Hitsugaya’s kneeling figure as he hunched over her leg. It wasn’t lost on Ichigo as he watched her frown fade and a soft light warm her eyes. That is, until Hitsugaya spoke.

“What have you done to yourself this time Momo?” Toshiro whispered in a scolding tone under his breath as he cleaned the blood away.

“As if I were stupid enough to stab myself!” snapped Momo. Her momentary unconscious didn't seem to any have adverse affect on her energy. In fact, she struggled to prop her elbows under her even as the pain caused the skin to tighten around her eyes and mouth.

Only briefly startled at the indignant tone of the vice captain, Hitsugaya gave her a considering look before returning to dab the blood away.

“Yet, it is evident that you need more practice, your defensive skills are sadly lacking.”

“Excuse me if I was a little too busy to avoid getting poked!”

Both Ichigo and Hitsugaya’s eyebrows went up at this uncharacteristic outburst and each gave the other a significant look.

“Here, Momo, see if you can find something to numb the pain,” Ichigo said, hoping to distract her.

Momo didn’t respond but instead gave Ichigo a look that told him that she saw right through his flimsy ruse.

“And stop wiggling like a child.”

Ichigo flinched at Hitsugaya's tone and words. He certainly had a way with the women. Ichigo would have been on the receiving end of a good bruising if he had said the same thing to Rukia. He was surprised to see that Momo's only response was to frown and tilt her head back to look up at the sky obviously ignoring Hitsugaya’s comment.

Momo didn't reply, couldn't reply at the moment for she was suddenly overcome with lethargy and her leg was throbbing in time with each beat of her heart. Not only that but without warning she was feeling very sorry for herself.

The silver-haired captain was braced for another comeback but was taken aback when he heard sniffling and looked up to find tears sliding down Momo’s cheeks. Immediately he cursed himself.

Completely out of his element as to what to say or do that would console Momo, he snatched a cloth, put pressure on the wound before reaching for a thick pad. Hitsugaya settled for what he could to do and that was to finish taking care of this wound.

Once the wound was clean and pad in place, Ichigo handed Toshiro a bandage roll and he immediately set to the task of binding the pad in place. He was certain that it would definitely need stitches but unfortunately, there weren’t any needles or thread in the bag to stitch her up. It would have to wait until they got back and he delivered Momo to the Fourth so they could do the job.

Upon finishing, he turned to see how Hinamori was doing and Hitsugaya’s breath was caught in his throat at the sight of Ichigo supporting Momo by letting her lean against his chest while he patted her on the shoulder in a comforting manner. Ichigo caught the storm forming on Hitsugaya’s face and simple said, “I have sisters. One of which cries a little,” he rolled his eyes and then amended, "well, cries a lot."

“Fine,” Toshiro dropped the cold mask of indifference over his features, feeling as if the former ryoka had peeked into his naked soul and the resultant ugliness that had flashed to the surface at the sight of Momo practically lying across the human’s lap. “But we need to get going.”

With the blood pounding in his temples and jaw clenched tight, he studied the drying streaks on Momo’s face even as she wiped the rest of the tears away with the heels of her palm.

Great, just peachy, Momo thought. Everything was ruined. Her plans, the gate, her leg was wounded, and worst of all; Toshiro was disappointed and angry with her when all she wanted was to be the one to defend and safeguard him. If one could do something and didn’t, and someone’s precious person got hurt because of that failure, then what did that make the one who refused to take action in the first place when they could have prevented… Wait a minute? Did that even make sense?

Momo was getting confused not only by her own confusing thoughts, but also by the fact that everything around her seemed a little out of focus. She looked up again and immediately the sky started to spin. Goodness, she was feeling decidedly odd. Sort of… dizzy-like in fact.

She heard Toshiro say “Momo?” but it seemed his voice was coming from someplace far off in the distance rather than right next to her.

Suddenly, Toshiro’s worried blue-green eyes and silver spikes blocked her view of the sky as he peered down at her asking, “What’s wrong?”

She lifted a hand to her forehead, commanding her vision to hold steady before she answered. Giving him a tentative smile, she replied, “Oh, it must be the shock setting in. I feel a little woozy, but give me a minute and I’ll be….”

Momo didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence for Hitsugaya had scooped his arms under her knees and waist, then rose in a graceful, smooth motion. Despite his fierce countenance, his actions were gentle, even tender as he held her. She raised her large brown eyes to his and then couldn’t tear her gaze away. In fact, a flush rose to her face before she ducked her head down so he couldn’t see the color rising to her cheeks.

Toshiro studied the top of Momo’s dark hair trying to discern how she was doing, more than a little concerned by her reaction but deftly hiding it under an aloof expression. The fact that she hadn’t made a single protest over his picking her up concerned him even more. By this time, she should be waving her arms and fists all about the place threatening to hit him if he didn’t put her down.

Momo chanced a peek up and saw that his eyes were still on her. Once again, she tucked her chin down so that all that was visible to him were the side locks hanging down in her face along with just the tip of her nose and chin.

It was hard to gauge expressions from just a glimpse. He gave out a frustrated breath, chalking up her quiet attitude to the fact she was only now starting to feel remorseful for unauthorized actions and breaking the rules.

Only when Momo sensed Toshiro’s attention lift off of her did she look back up to study his profile. From this position and angle, she could tell that the once boyish look was gone; in fact his jaw line was sharp and defined. He was handsome, no, she took that back, he was more than just handsome, and attractive, good-looking... and so very stunning in his masculine elfin beauty. He had always been eye-catching, but resting securely in his arms she gazed at the silvery white of his hair gleaming in the sun and if he turned to look at her again, would have to resist the tempting urge to sink into the eldritch gaze of those beautiful dark sea-colored eyes. Her eyes lowered to the long, thin and expressive lips, usually kept in a firm line of disdain so much of the time, and wondered what it would feel like to press her own against his.

Quickly she managed to squelch the impulse to reach up and stroke a finger along the silver lock in front of his ear. Tentatively her hand rose a fraction of an inch before she noticed and nearly jerked in panic. These weird impulses must be from the blood loss she thought or more probably there was poison on the blade that had wounded her. Yes, that must be it, for what else could it be? It explained everything, especially the flush of heat stealing up her face and the rapid beating of her heart.

“At least the gate is closed,” she mumbled, desperate for something, anything to distract her attention.

“Which you opened.”

The statement hung in the air and the other two heard the unspoken accusation ‘which allowed them entrance in the first place’. Her statement had been rhetorical; not an invitation for an evaluation on her actions, especially critical ones.

“Okay then!” she snapped back, “It’s all my fault! I can admit that, but I had a good reason.”

Hitsugaya raised one thin eyebrow.

Momo glared up at him, “Which you don’t need to know.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

“But I will find out.”

“Not today you won’t!”

With a glare, he frostily informed her, “You lost the right to keep this a secret, whatever your imbecilic reason is, when hollows stepped through!”

“Thanks for pointing that out!”

“And you are still under arrest.”

“Yes, yes, I heard you the first time you said it! But I'll have you know that things were going just swell until you showed up!” Momo voice rose as her hands clenched into fists.

“Are you daft? What is wrong with you, besides any fraudulent claim to sanity? And now that I think about it, why do you keep screeching like an old hen.”

Her face scrunched up in anger, “Screeching?! You don't know screeching! I’ll show you screeching! This is screeching!” Momo held up balled fists and yelled in a rush, “I can’t believe I have put up with you and your snootydistantcold... "here she stopped to catch her breath before ending with another rushed, "aloofsnobby standoffish.... and infuriatingly superior attitude for so many years!”

"Is that all you got?"

“Oh you think you're so smart! Well, you're still shorter than me!”

Momo was stunned at herself and her fists dropped as she panted trying to catch her breath. It was quite a scene from the good-natured and usually docile lieutenant who was not usually given to hurling abuse at people.

"You're reaching. If you were observant you would have noticed that I am an inch taller than you, maybe more. Who's the short one now?"

"You are ever so irritating!"

They both glared daggers at each other as they fumed, their noses almost touching.

Ichigo had watched the whole thing thinking it was interesting that Hitsugaya hadn't dropped her nor had she tried to get down. It was probably time to remind them they weren't alone in sandbox even if they couldn't play well with others.

“Yo! Lovebirds, remember me?”

Hitsugaya and Hinamori snapped their heads around to glare at the human; his amber brown eyes alight with amusement.

Kurosaki was on one knee stuffing those things back into the field pack, which had been tossed out and scattered in his haste to find the bandages and other medical supplies.

“Gotta say, I'm real impressed with how you two are working things out.” He grinned crookedly at them, “I’m taking notes.”

Ichigo ignored the immediately contrite expression on Hinamori’s face and the fury in Hitsugaya's eyes as he turned to study the metal wreckage. Turning to look over his shoulder he inquired, “It’s unusable now, right? No more hollows coming through?”

“Right.” Toshiro would have said more but Momo started wiggling in his grasp and he looked down at her demanding, “What are you doing?”

“You can put me down now.” There was the Momo he knew, he thought as relief as her normal self reasserted itself.

“Can you walk?”

She stopped to look at him, then at Kurosaki, and finally back to Hitsugaya. “Of course I can, it’s just a little scrape.” Maybe a poisonous scrape, but still, it shouldn’t be too bad, she told herself firmly.

“Right. Okay then.” He slowly lowered the arm under her knees so her toes and then feet gradually touched the ground. Then he waited until she found her balance before removing the arm he had slid down to her waist in case she needed the support, whether she would admit it or not.

“See, just fine. Now we can…” Momo dropped like a sack of rocks as her leg collapsed out from under her. Ichigo swooped in to catch her but Hitsugaya was already there. With smooth grace he lifted Momo in his arms again while giving Ichigo a frosty glare. Momo didn’t see it or the placating gesture Ichigo made as he stepped back from the two.

“Hitsugaya-kun! Put me down!”

“No. And I’ve told you before, it’s Hitsugaya taicho!”

“Well then oh-so-proper Hitsugaya taicho! I’m telling you that I don’t need to be carried! I am a grown woman!”

Hitsugaya looked at Ichigo who had crossed his arms and thoroughly enjoying the show. “She’ll slow us down otherwise.”

“Right,” Ichigo said, one brow quirked in a knowing manner.

Hitsugaya snorted. Stupid human. Then with a swift movement he shifted Momo.

Momo saw the scenery pass by in a blur and unexpectedly found herself on Toshiro’s back in classic piggyback style. He reached and took her arms and pulled them in front to clasp them in one hand. The other he placed under Momo's butt to scoot her up. He smirked at her squawk of protest.

“This is ridiculous! I am not a child.”

“Yet you act like one.”

“You bring it out in me! Everyone else remarks on my maturity!”

“What? Your lack of it?”

“You… you… No watermelons for you!”

“Sore loser.”

“Toshiro, really, put me down, this is embarrassing.” Momo put as much whine into her voice as was possible and leaned forward so her mouth was right next to his ear.

He twitched in annoyance but said in a hard voice, “Not as embarrassing as being carried home over my shoulder.” Her silence was so heavy and palpable he could feel the weight of the pout being aimed at him.

“No argument.”

Momo sighed. She knew from of old when he was dead serious about something.

“Well if I am so disagreeable of a person, why don’t you let Kurosaki-kun carry me?”

Momo felt the muscles along his back tighten and a unmistakable chill fell over the trio.

“Nope, not doing it. I want to live,” Ichigo announced with a half-smile as he took a step back.

“Oh,” Momo replied although her voice was fading. Another reason she wanted down but didn’t want to admit to either of them was because she was pressed against Toshiro… all of her… front area. It was also causing her some odd, yet pleasant-like discomfort as well but she couldn’t dwell on it at the moment. With head pounding and eyelids becoming heavy and she knew she was sinking fast. Well maybe a little nap wouldn't do any harm. Then, overcome with a sudden weariness, Momo laid her head on Toshiro’s shoulder and fell asleep.

Later, after a few shunpo steps and many miles behind them, Hitsugaya slowed down to a walk and Kurosaki fell into step with him.

“What’s wrong?” The orange-haired human's tawny eyes narrowed as he scanned the surrounding scenery. Admittedly his ability to sense reiatsu wasn’t the greatest, but he couldn’t sense anything wrong.

“Is she still asleep?” Hitsugaya asked but he already knew the answer. He knew it before they had started out. Momo’s slender figure was relaxed and pressed flush against him in a way that she would never allow had she been conscious.

Now that they were walking he could hear her smooth, even breathing. Her mouth was near his ear and the small puffs tickled it with each breath causing a pleasant tingle racing up and down his spine. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her face was relaxed but despite the peaceful appearance Toshiro knew something was wrong.

Ichigo moved closer to study Momo’s face. Unexpectedly she gave a little breathy moan and moved her head until her cheek was pressed onto Hitsugaya’s shoulder. He started to answer that she was still unconscious when he noticed that the little vice-captain’s face was flushed and there were beads of sweat forming along the edge of her hairline.

“Hold on,” Ichigo commanded, oblivious to the startled glance Hitsugaya shot him, but complied by coming to a complete stop. Turning his head Toshiro watched out of the corner of his eye as Kurosaki moved to stand next to Momo and lowered his cheek to her forehead.

Alarmed, he jerked his head up and declared, “Toshiro she’s burning up!”

“What!” However, now that Kurosaki pointed out it he did notice that her cheek was overly warm where it lay against his shoulder. He craned his neck as far as he could to see what the other shinigami was talking about.

“How…” and then they both said it at the same time, “Poison on the blade!”

Ichigo frowned; this wasn’t good. He looked around but there wasn’t any sign of habitation nearby.

Understanding what the orange-haired shinigami’s was searching for, Hitsugaya supplied, “We are not too far from the town we stayed in last night. We’ll go back to the inn and see if we can find a healer.”

“Right, let’s go!”

Without another word they streaked off at top speed.

“Are you sure they came this way?” Renji panted out in short bursts.

They had been moving over great swaths of ground by means of flash step for a long time now and he was at the edges of his endurance. Sweat was running down his face and the middle of his back but damned if he was going to admit it! He knew his companions were faring no better than he was, but they would have to be the ones to say something. He just hoped one of them would before he expired in a pool of sweat and drool.

“Okay, let’s stop and rest.”

The trio stopped, panting heavily trying to catch their breath.

“’Bout time!”

Renji hadn’t meant to say that but now that it was out, he made a show of flexing and working his shoulders while walking in a circle, although it was really his legs he was worried would cramp up. Rukia was a slave driver!

He looked over at Kira who was sitting on a boulder hunched over, a hand clamped to his side where a stitch was stabbing him. He looked like how the tattooed shinigami felt.

“Hey Kira, you need to walk around before you cramp up.”

“I’m good,” wheezed the blonde-haired man, looking up at Renji with one eye obscured by that hanging bang. How could he stand to look out at the world only using one eye?

“You don’t sound good.”

“Give me a minute.”

“You two are pathetic! This should be child’s play!”

Renji noticed that Rukia was breathing just as hard as they were. And she was wrong; they were traveling farther than was usual for a vice-captain.

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Renji rebuked, trying to keep his breathing level and even.

Rukia wiped the sweat off her face with a sleeve. “Maybe we are out of shape.”

“Or maybe only captains can travel this far without taking a break every other shunpo or so.”

“I don’t know,” Kira said, sensing that this could easily turn into a sparring match between the two old friends. “We have been practicing our butts off since Aizen left, but I don’t feel any stronger.”

Renji frowned at him, but Kira only gave him a shrug in return. “Listen, you got to stop being so insecure, you’re getting close to bankai. Everyone knows it too.”

Kira’s shoulders slumped, as he admitted in a whisper, “I never longed to achieve bankai nor did I have a reason to,” he looked up at his friend, “Not like you did. I didn’t have any reason to before… well, you know.”

“Everyone needs to do their part and get as strong as they possibly can…” she aimed a fierce look at Renji, who immediately took affront.

“I don’t know why you are looking at me like that, at least I have achieved bankai…” he replied heatedly.

Seeing a skirmish in the making Kira leaped up and tilted his head to the side. He had sensed this for a while now and had assumed the other two were also felt it. Now he realized they hadn’t sensed it yet. It was a good way to turn their attention toward another direction.

“Don't either of you sense that?”

Both Renji and Rukia stopped and their faces took on a faraway look came over their faces.

“Yeah, they aren’t too far away.”

Rukia nodded, “In fact, they must be in the next settlement if I read the map right.”

Renji snorted and Kira sighed.

“What? I excelled in map-reading in the Academy!”

Renji rolled his eyes, “Yeah, because you sucked at everything else!’

Rukia fisted her hands as her shoulders hitched up to ear level. “You are going to….”

“Wait! I think something’s wrong!”

Their squabbling instantly forgotten, Rukia and Renji simultaneously turned to Kira.

Now he was the one whose eyes took on a glazed look. Frowning, he broke out of his concentration and gasped out, “It’s Momo!”

Kira stood up and with a tight frown stretched out his senses in a focused search and found what he wanted. The frown faded as he turned to his two companions who were waiting and not very patiently. “I think the town is over the next rise.”

“Really?” The two said in unison and then gave each other cross look before turning back to Kira.

“I thought this looked like familiar territory and I realized that I have been out this way before on a patrol in my last year at the Academy.”

Renji nodded and then shaded his eyes to peer in the direction Kira had indicated.

Rukia also turned her dark amethyst eyes to follow the rise in the landscape ahead of them. At this range there was no evidence of any sort of habitation but that wasn’t odd for as close as they were to the Waste Lands. She heaved out an irritated huff of breath. Now that they were rested, she was remembering her anger of earlier. How dare Ichigo go sprinting off without her, especially when the motive was to help a friend!

She pushed at the lock of hair that cut across her face like a slash of black ink, but it stubbornly fell back into place again. It was such a habit she didn’t realize she was doing it most of the time and right now her thoughts were centered on Ichigo.

Rukia knew that Ichigo considered Hitsugaya to be one of his friends, maybe not a close pal, but a friend nonetheless and it didn’t matter one whit to him if the prickly captain of the Tenth considered Ichigo one or not. If Rukia had to guess, she would say that yes, Hitsugaya acted like Ichigo was a friend, albeit an annoying one, not that he would ever admit it. Well, maybe the annoying part he would. All this was based on her brief acquaintance with the silver-haired captain when they were assigned as the Advance Team to support Kurosaki when he was newly appointed to his post of substitute shinigami.

A scowl formed. Good thing Matsumoto took it upon herself to inform Rukia and company what was going on. Too bad Rangiku couldn’t come with them. However she knew the limits of Hitsugaya’s patience better than anyone. He wouldn’t take kindly to her showing up out of the blue, abandoning the responsibility he had entrusted to her. He was touchy about such things but understandably so; but then captains were when it came to things like the survival of their divisions.

Placing her hands on her hips while gazing into the distance, she announced, “Well, how about it? Are you guys ready? I figure just a few more shunpo steps and we should find them.”

“Can’t wait!” Renji gave the two his famous smirk.

“Ready when you are.” Kira nodded, face somber as he turned with his friends.

The trio winked out of sight as if they had never been there.

When Hitsugaya and Kurosaki first arrived at the inn from the night before, the innkeeper was not happy to see them. His face darkened an unhealthy color at the sight of the silver-haired man and the taller orange-haired man next to him as they entered the doors. Loathing etched deep lines on his face as he told them to leave the establishment, not even noticing that Hitsugaya was carrying the female shinigami from the previous day in his arms and that she was unconscious.

Innkeeper scowled at them but two shinigami stared him down with implacable, faces hard and resolute even as the rising reiatsu pressed down on him. Finally his shoulders slumped in defeat. He was no match for two determined shinigami. He relented and gave them a key without any more resistance although a dark look was sent their way after both had turned and started for the stairs.

Hitsugaya said, without turning around, “I suggest you stay out of our way and don’t cause us any trouble. You won’t like it if we were to get upset.”

Dark thoughts flooded the innkeeper’s mind and how much he hated shinigami. But not being a particularly courageous man, he decided that there was only one thing to do in such cases; raid his liquor cabinet.

“Damn. This isn’t good Toshiro.”

“I told you, don’t call me… Oh what the hell.” Hitsugaya was too on edge and tense right then to care about what title, or lack thereof, Kurosaki called him.

Ichigo moved ahead and used the key to open the door to their room. He noted with disinterest that it was next to the room they had stayed in on their previous visit. He entered and held the door wide for Hitsugaya to follow carrying the limp form of Hinamori into the room. Seeing that the setup was the same as their room the night before, moved to the bed on gliding feet and tenderly stretched Momo on the single bed.

Then Ichigo disappeared and reappeared almost instantaneously with a small basin half-filled with water, several washcloths, and a towel.

“Make some ice.”

Hitsugaya was still staring down at Hinamori with a worried frown, but at the command turned to stare blankly at Ichigo, wondering if he had heard right. “What?”

“Gotta keep the water cool, but not frigid, so I figure some ice chips should do the trick,” Ichigo cautioned.

At any other time Hitsugaya would have had something to say about being used as a shinigami ice machine, but he was too anxious over Momo’s condition to object at the moment.

“Right.” He walked over to the basin Kurosaki held in his hands and concentrated for a second and then relaxed. The basin now held slushy water.

“Handy trick,” Ichigo murmured as he kneeled by Momo’s side. Placing the basin on the ground, he dunked one of the washcloths into it and then wrung it out. Carefully he folded it and gently placed in on Momo’s forehead.

“Okay, we can’t do any more for the fever except keep her cool as possible.” He went over to the basin and dipped and wrung out more washcloths. With these he wrapped around her wrists, put one gently at the base of her neck, and started to open her uniform when he found his wrist firmly caught in Hitsugaya’s iron grasp.

“What are you doing?”

Ichigo understood but spoke sharply, “This is no time to get jealous Toshiro. I am putting these on, or as near as I can get, where the blood flow is closest to the surface of her skin to help keep her cool.”

He studied the stubborn set of Hitsugaya’s jaw and flashing aquamarine eyes promising all sorts of pain to the human shinigami.

Very succinctly he stated “I’m trying to help her, this isn’t about you or what you think.” For Hinamori’s sake he would overpower Hitsugaya if he had to; he just hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Hitsugaya glowered at the taller male, but then finally relaxed his grip. He didn’t have to like it but Kurosaki was right, this was all about saving Hinamori.

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