June 13, 2000
Just cleaning out my hd...
Found this present for Melissa Maxwell...
Warnings: I'm a basketball nut. I may use terminology that only I find amusing. Bear with me? More warnings...leather. Bondage. Feather action. Blackmail. WAFFiness.
<Swish!>
"What, what, what!" Duo crowed, his long braid swishing behind him as he pranced around the gym, violet eyes sparkling. His teammates stood under the basket, some amused, others bored.
"Really, Maxwell, must you *insist* on doing a victory dance every time you score?" Wufei snarled, brushing back stray strands of black hair that threatened to fall into his eyes. Duo chest-bumped him, sending him flying down against the hardwood.
"And look who you scored *on*," he added pointedly, nodding towards the team manager, Relena, whose prone form showed no signs of moving. The poor girl had ran out into the court with a cup of water for Duo, and thinking she was Heero, Duo had immediately jump-stopped and went flying over her, accidentally kicking her in the head. Sighing, Quatre, who was the odd sub, and Trowa pulled her out of the way, draping Relena over the bleachers.
"Don't diss the Tensai!" Duo snapped, licking his lips as he trotted downcourt, feet barely touching the ground. <Relena,> he thought, a large smile spreading over his face. "Bring it on!" he cried, beckoning with one finger. His layup had put Wufei and Duo up by one.
Trowa, half of his bangs gone after a haircut by Duo had gone awry, inbounded the ball to Heero, the team's point guard. They were scrimmaging after practice in preparation for the exhibition match the next day against Ryokourin Hall, an all-guys prep school on the coast of Japan. Heero dribbled up slowly, eyes darting from side to side, watching Duo's shoulders as they dipped, wondering if Duo would jump if...
Aha! Duo saw Heero start to pass to Trowa, who had posted up against Wufei, long arms tangling with his, and immediately ran down to double team. Instead, Heero drove straight to the hoop. Out of the corner of his Prussian blue eyes, he saw Duo flying at him and pass-faked to Trowa. Duo went flying *again* at the brown-haired boy, leaving the basket wide open.
<Swish!>
Heero smirked, barely refraining from breaking out into his own victory dance. Duo sniffed as Wufei chucked the ball at his head.
"You're supposed to rotate off the double-team," the American reminded him helpfully. Wufei snorted as they moved up the court slowly.
"You were the idiot that double-teamed in the first place! Baka!" Duo frowned at the back of the Chinese boy's head, but said nothing. Half an hour later, both teams exhausted, they decided to call it quits, the score (as both sides agreed) not really mattering. A whole lot, anyway. "See ya at the game tomorrow!" he called to Wufei, who rolled his eyes but still smiled. "Bye Trowa!" He paused as he watched Heero stuff his basketball shoes into his bag and stomp off. "Bye Heero," Duo added softly, not noticing Relena until he practically stepped on her. Being six feet and eight inches tall, it was often dangerous for the diminuitive percent of the population to be around him.
"Duo," Relena began. He immediately melted into a big puddle of Maxwell goo. "Do you know where Heero-kun lives?" Jealousy spiked through him, hot and dark, making his eyes water.
"I dunno," he answered dully, and started to walk away. Why the hell did Relena like Heero anyway? It wasn't fair; *he* was the Tensai. He was the smart, funny, athletic one; Heero was just...there. Okay, he was a pretty good point guard, and if Duo was feeling honest and a little bit generous, he was probably the best point guard in Japan on his best days. Even on an off-day, he would still be ranked highly.
But that stuff shouldn't matter to Relena. She was a girl. Girls liked flowers, teddy bears, mushy movies... Duo suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Why couldn't girls be liked guys? A sudden image of Heero, wearing a pink frilly dress and a bow in his hair flashed through his mind, and he burst out laughing.
So Relena still didn't like him. He was cool, he was down with that, he could deal. She would, someday. She'd figure out that Heero didn't really like her, that Heero probably didn't like anyone.
"Hmmph," he snorted, running his fingers through his bangs, thinning them out. They clumped together whenever he got sweaty, and it made him look worse than uni-bang Trowa. He still wasn't sure how the scissors had slipped, but it looked good on him, so hey...
"Baka kitsune."
<Swish!>
With that three pointer, Shokoku High defeated Ryokourin Hall 67-70 in the final seconds in a race against the buzzer. Heero found himself swarmed by his teammates, Quatre and Trowa immediately jumping him, sending him crashing to the floor. Everyone joined in the pile except for Duo, who stood apart, watching the baka kitsune get swarmed by the rest of the team. The Ryokourin Hall team was lined up along the sidelines, waiting to shake hands, pointing at the mess of players swarming all over Heero.
"What's wrong, Duo-kun?" Relena asked. Duo promptly melted into jelly, stammering something about baka games and unfair kitsunes. She smiled blankly, then turned to hug Heero, throwing her slender arms around his neck. Heero watched her with a faint look of disgust, then wrenched himself away from her hold to shake hands with the other team.
Duo saw her eyes fill with tears, saw her cover her mouth in a soundless cry, and felt as if his soul were being split open. How dare he--! Common sense fled for cover as he marched into the locker room, planning, plotting, waiting for his moment to arrive. He would make Relena see how much of a baka Heero was, and then he'd make Heero see what a wonderful girl Relena was, but then it would be TOO LATE because the Tensai would be Relena's boyfriend, not Heero!
He burst out laughing, then blushed as everyone, even the boys from Ryokourin Hall, turned to stare at him.
"What a weirdo," Kazuya snorted, blushing as Mitsuru and Shinobu both snaked arms around his waist possessively. "Not like us, huh?"
Duo found Heero shooting free throws after practice one Wednesday afternoon and decided it would be the perfect way to get his revenge. Sidling up to him, he jumped on top of him, shouting, "Boo!" Heero hit the ground first, his head slamming against the hardwood with an audible <crack!>.
"Get off of me, Duo," he groaned.
His distress was written all over his face, and Duo couldn't help but feel a little sorry for what he was about to do. Hmmm...He needed to get the kitsune's clothes off, somehow...
Duo's face lit up as he spied the rope used to tie the volleyball nets up, and smiled.
"Heero?" The Japanese boy looked at him suspiciously. "Would you mind coming here for a moment?" His face was clearly wary, but he moved silently over the recently waxed floor, coming to a halt a foot from Duo. Just close enough to...
"Hey!" Heero struggled in vain as Duo tied the rope around his wrists, knotting it swiftly with nimble fingers. Then he moved to his feet, tying one foot to each of the volleyball poles set up three feet apart, so that he was essentially spread-eagled. "This isn't funny, baka!" His voice sounded so alarmed, Duo should have stopped then, but he just couldn't resist...
Duo leaned down and lovingly tugged his practice jersey over his head, licking his lips at the exposed flesh. He did have a nice chest; he could see why Relena, or any girl, really, would fall for him. Those sulky lips, eyes that darkened in fury, or in passion... Suddenly, Duo had a great urge to have Heero Yuy at his utter mercy, and he indulged that urge with a happy grin.
Whipping out a long, blue feather the color of Heero's eyes (since when did he know the color of Heero's eyes?!? Duo shoved that thought aside for another day) he ran the very tip of the feather over his washboard stomach, laughing with delighty as the muscles contracted and Heero laughed helplessly, mingling with his tears.
His laughter was like candy to a baby, so sweet and so rare, new and unusual. He wanted to hear it again--and again--and again.
"Duo--stop," he wheezed, writhing beneath the gentle touch of the feathers. "C'mon--Duo--"
Maxwell shook his head, a very serious expression on his face. "We're gonna talk about a very nice girl you've been ignoring. Know any?"
"--Irene--?" he managed to choke out before Duo ran the feather over his nearly hairless armpit, and then he was consumed by laughter, the cords leaving red imprints over his flesh as he struggled against the ropes.
"Try Relena Darlian," Duo said wryly. "The poor girl's in love with you, and you don't even know it. You poor poor fool." As if to punish him further for being a fool, Duo tickled him again for thirty seconds, growing alarmed as Heero's face turned pale blue. "Hey, you okay?"
"Can't breathe," Heero panted, breath sobbing between his lips. The sight of Heero Yuy, tied up and helpless, panting for breath, shouldn't have turned him on...but it did. Desperate to have Heero experience the same strange feelings that were coursing through him, Duo ran the feather over one nipple, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to his groin as Heero moaned beneath him.
"Stop," he begged, tossing his head from side to side as Duo continued to tease him, letting the soft plumes drift lazily over his nipples, in the narrow cavern of his navel, caressing the edges then plunging in, again and again. Heero was half-out of his mind, wanting to get away, wanting Duo to touch him *there*, lower, and lower, and...
Duo felt a sense of relief as he felt Heero's erection against his hand as he knelt to pull down his shorts, and then his boxers. Smiling devilishly, he ran the feather over the tip of his erection, moaning as Heero began to tremble, eyes sliding shut, back arching like a slippery silver fish, lips parted in a soft cry.
He pulled off Heero's sneakers and socks, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thump, then started on the soles of his feet with the feather. Heero suddenly froze, and Duo looked up, worried, then grinned as he saw that Heero had gone completely motionless in an attempt not to laugh.
"What's the matter, Yuy? Ticklish, are we?" He attacked his neck, his feet, every inch of available skin that could be sensitive to the feather, all except that sensitive place begging to be touched. Heero whimpered, face contorting into all sorts of interesting expressions as pleasure and laughter mingled in conflict.
He began more of that arousing panting, trying to catch his breath, a small smile still evident on his lips. "Okay, you've had your fun. Let me up now, Duo." The taller boy leaned down, licking his lips in anticipation...
"Don't move," Duo snapped [1], all good humor faded from his voice. "I'm going to do it all again...but this time with my mouth." Before Heero could register that, a mouth suddenly attached itself to his left nipple, swirling around the tip that was tan like brown sugar. He let out a loud throaty growl, using his elbows to push himself further into Duo's mouth. Surprised, Duo pulled away long enough to ask one question.
"Do you want me to, Yuy? No regrets?"
The look in his eyes was barely coherent, but his slightly dazed nod was enough for Duo. No more words were spoken as Duo divested himself of his clothing, kicking his Adidas sandals off under the bleachers, then lowered his head between Heero's legs, sucking, tasting, licking. He rested a warm hand on his inner thigh, and felt the trembling that meant the Japanese boy was truly aroused.
He slid his erection between spread thighs, coming to a halt a mere centimeter before penetration. His mind was racing at a thousand miles per second. The only thing Duo could do was feel. He wanted badly to simply start thrusting into Heero's body, knowing that the Japanese boy could do nothing about it while tied up, that he was at Duo's mercy. The thought was utterly intoxicating; to have this writhing, panting, beautiful, even, boy begging to be relentlessly fucked was a dream that he'd never known existed come true. Thoughts of a blonde-haired, blue eyed girl were swept away by the overwhelming presence of this brown-haired, blue eyed boy that was rubbing in a very direct way against his erection.
"I--don't want--to hurt you," Duo panted, though the exact opposite was true. Desire rushed through him, setting every nerve ablaze, enhancing his senses. He wanted to drive his cock inside Heero, to hear him scream in completion and know that it was Duo who was causing him such pain, giving him such pleasure. He wanted to make Heero cry, and to lick the hot tears that fell from those blazing eyes, eyes that were always challenging him, always laughing at him, the baka. He found himself angry, and became harder still, unable to keep himself from grinding his hips into the prone figure's, rubbing their erections together.
His lover solved the problem for him by suddenly moving his hips downward in a quick motion that buried Duo to the hilt. He cried out as red-hot agony tore through him with each not-so-gentle thrust, forcing his knees wide apart, exposing his sex to Duo's searching eyes.
If anything, Duo mused, the pain was making it better...for both of them. With each little twist of his hips, the other boy would toss his head from side to side, bruised lips uttering tiny cries that Duo drank in, capturing these things of Yuy that no one else would see. He wouldn't let them. He had sampled forbidden fruits and he would pine away to death for another taste. Heero's hands clenched each time he drove into him, banging him into the cold wood floor. Duo's eyes were fixed on those delicate fingers, long and perfectly formed, taut with tension.
Heero could feel Duo's pulsing shaft twitching inside of him, rubbing slowly in a strange kind of torture against his inner walls. It didn't hurt so much when Duo would thrust, only when he pulled out, raking over sensitive tissues. Heero began to clamp down on the other boy's penis as he thrust, trying to keep him inside as long as possible, trying to prolong to pleasure and avoid the pain. The scent of blood wafted through the thick gym air, mingling with sweat and tears in a sweet dance of sex and death.
Heero felt as if he were so close to something, poised at the gate, about to fling them open into a world of pleasure. He could feel his own pounding heart, beating as if to escape his rib cage, could feel Duo's breath hissing past his ear, tongue darting out to tease the soft skin. He lifted his hips, begging, but the end eluded him again.
"Duo," he whimpered, feeling moisture wet the corners of his eyes. Duo leaned down as if to kiss him, but averted his mouth at the last minute, lapping his tears like a cat would cream.
He loved Heero's eyes, he really did. They were everything about Heero that he loved, that he hated, embodied in two jewel- bright orbs that flashed in anger or in annoyance, and, occasionally, in laughter. Duo's tongue traced his eyelids, the indented corners that betrayed his Asian heritage, belying the brilliant blue that spoke of Venusian statues and Atlantic winds. So perfect...
Two hand snaked down from its position on Heero's slender hip and began to stroke his erection gently, then more roughly, calluses sliding over velvety skin. His thumb rubbed the slit, sliding in the moisture puddled there. Heero began to thrust his hips, bringing Duo deeper and deeper inside of him, slowly at first. Then the head of Duo's penis touched something inside of him, something that sent violent shocks of pleasure through him. White fire raced through his body, and he closed his eyes, letting the warmth seep into his bones, melting him from the core out. He felt as if he were so hot, he would burn up.
They came, both crying out, Duo giving great praises to God and Heero keening wails that shook the entire gymnasium. If anyone had happened by as they came, there would have been no doubt in their minds as to what Heero and Duo were doing.
Duo collapsed onto Heero, turning his sweaty face into the crook of Heero's neck and shoulder, nibbling lightly at the skin there, tasting his pulse. He was still buried deeply inside of him; he could feel the moisture of his seed beginning to seep out, sticky between Yuy's thighs.
A single voice interrupted their post-orgasmic reverie.
"WHAT are you DOING?"
Milliardo, Relena's brother, stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, a very disapproving frown on his face. That frown deepened into a scowl as he moved closer, slender figuring gliding along the hardwood like a snake.
"Relena would not be happy to hear about this, you know," he informed them haughtily, as if one stumbled across a pair of sweaty, naked boys locked in the most intimate embrace known to mankind every day. "But..." he added, a nasty gleam sparking through his blue eyes, "I'll make a deal with you, Duo."
"No way," Duo snapped, leaning down to untie Heero, still partially buried inside him. "You're just trying to get some money outa me. It's not gonna work."
"I'm not talking about money." He sneered at Heero, who was still tied to the volleyball poles. "Let me have him, Duo. Just once. I won't hurt your precious toy, and I won't tell anyone on the basketball team about this. You know if they find out that you're being a little faggot with Heero you'll both get run out of town.
"You might not care, but Heero? He's built his whole life on basketball."
"You can't do this!" Duo hissed, pulling Heero up into a hug as the ropes fell away. A fierce protectiveness rose in his chest, and he wrapped both arms around his back, stifling a groan as Heero shifted carefully, rubbing the head of his cock against his inner walls. "I'll tell people about you! You're just one person!"
"I'm one person who's the son of one very influential person in the town. The one who single-handedly built the gym you're busy fucking in. Can't you get a room? Of course," he added, holding out a black video tape, "if you had, I wouldn't have gotten the great footage of you raping Heero. The camera was too far away to pick up any words, but the sex did not look consensual to me." He mock swooned, resting a hand on his head. "I can see it now: HOMOSEXUAL RAPE AT SHOKOKU HIGH. Wouldn't that make a pleasant story? Isn't your father a newscaster, Duo? Would you want him to have to read that headline during the five o'clock newsbrief?
"So either way," he concluded, "you're screwed unless you give me what I want." He licked his lips as he eyed Heero, who was slowly lifting himself off Duo's cock. "Come on, Heero. Would you want Duo to go to jail for something he didn't do? You *did* enjoy it, didn't you?" He grinned wolfishly as a faint blush of shame crept across Heero's pale countenance and his hands slid down to cover his sex.
"Come to my house after your game tomorrow. I'll be waiting."
Duo scowled violently. "Dammit, Heero, no!" he shouted, reaching out to shake the Japanese boy's shoulders. They were both lying in his bed, sated after another round of lovemaking. He couldn't seem to get enough of Heero; his body demanded that he be within four feet of the other boy at all times. Heero's head flopped from side to side; he was unresisting, resigned to his fate. There was no way that Milliardo Peacecraft was going to touch his koi! It didn't even bother him to acknowledge that what he felt for him went deeper than sex and physical appearance; he *needed* Heero. It was unhealthy. It was beyond reason. But it was real and it was happening to him, so Duo had decided to deal and be happy.
"You're mine," he growled possessively, swooping down to claim Heero's mouth in a delicate kiss. "He won't touch you. Let him show the world. It doesn't matter to me."
After a few minutes, the kiss deepened, and Duo wrapped his arms around Heero, mouths never parting as their legs twined. The only sound in the room was the scritching of sheets being pushed aside.
<Swish!>
Duo heaved a sigh of relief as the ball swished cleanly through the net, jumping up from the bench to let out a loud cheer. Damn, but Heero had cut it awful close there! "You should have passed the ball," he commented lightly as they lined up to shake hands with the other team. "We almost lost the game."
"You and your stupid fouls almost lost us the game," Heero snapped, louder than he'd intended to be. Surprise and then hurt flashed over Duo's face, quickly covered by a lopsided grin. Afterwards, they headed for the lockeroom silently.
Wufei snorted as he saw Trowa and Quatre head off to...wherever they went to be alone together. Those two...if they weren't more careful someone might catch them. All the Chinese boy knew was he wouldn't be the one to blow their cover; what they chose to do on their own down time was their own business.
Suddenly, a hand reached out and yanked his ponytail. He spun around, face red as he shouted, "WOMAN!" Meiran laughed in his face, clutching her sides. "Must you--oooOW!" Another hand grabbed his ponytail, and he spun around, only to find Sally on his other side hiccuping in hysterics. "ONNAS!"
"Hey, Wufei!" a voice called out, saving him from his plight. "You coming?" The rest of the team was lined up at the door, about to go to dinner. He hesitated, looking back at Meiran and Sally, then nodded.
"Anything to get away from the onnas," he grumbled.
"Don't worry," Quatre added cheerfully. "They can come too!"
His scream echoed through the gym.
Yawning as they were seated, Duo immediately saw that there would be two odd people out. "Me and Heero'll take another table," he called, and snickered, seeing Wufei's devastating glare. But not, he reminded himself, as devastating as Heero's. He was only glad that the silly Japanese baka had decided not to go to Milliardo; to hell with the consequences.
Choosing a booth across a foggy glass divider, he let his hand slide over Heero's, enjoying the faint blush that crept over his face. "Duo," he growled in a low warning tone.
"Aw, relax. I look like a girl with my braid anyway," he conceded, though it hurt the Tensai's pride to admit that he might even vaguely resemble a member of the opposite sex. A devious smile spread over his face. "Hey, Heero, you ever..."
Across the aisle, a little boy started a conversation with his mother. "Momma, why are you holdin' hands with Daddy?"
"Cause I love Daddy," she replied, forcing her mouth into a semblence of a smile.
"Why do boys hold hands?" he asked loudly. Other patrons of the diner were starting to listen to the boy as he practically shrieked at the top of his lungs.
"I guess because they love each other," she replied.
"Doesn't that make them GAY?" the little boy wailed, unaware that he was about to destroy two young men's world.
"I suppose it does," the mother replied doubtfully. The little boy slid off the red vinyl seat, walked up to Heero and Duo, and pointed a single chubby finger at them.
"You're GAY," he informed them silently.
"Excuse me?" Duo asked, blinking rapidly.
"YOU'RE GAY. You're holding hands," the boy insisted. "That means you're an assfucker."
"What?" Duo laughed in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to him. Not now. Wufei and a few of the other guys came around to see what the commotion was about. "You don't know what you're saying."
"You're an assfucker. Least, that's what Daddy says. You put your dirty cock up someone's ass and you rape little babies at night." The boy pointed at Heero. "Daddy said boys that are pretty are GAY. That means that you rape little babies at night and you're a cocksucker. Where's your leather, pretty boy?"
"Don't talk to Heero like that," Duo snapped, the words tumbling from his mouth like stones.
"You sound like you're in love with the guy or sumthin'," one of the tall goons that played back up center for Duo laughed. When no words of denial came from either boy, his eyes narrowed. "*Are* you in love with Heero?"
"I--" Avoiding Heero's eyes, he laughed hollowly. "What? Come on, guys. You think I'm really an assfucker? No way!" He looked up quickly, and saw that the skepticism was still there. "I would never fall in love with Yuy. Right, man?" He clapped Heero on the back, wincing as he felt no resistance to the blow, just the Japanese boy flopping forward.
"Excuse me," Heero said softly, and quietly left the diner. As the door slammed shut, Duo started to get up to follow him, only to have Trowa and Quatre join him. There was no delicate way to extricate himself from their tentacles, and so he sat there, laughing though his smile did not reach his light blue eyes, hoping that Heero didn't do anything foolish.
He turned onto Milliardo Peacecraft's street just as it started to rain, the water soaking through his thin jacket within seconds. He started to run, past white mailboxes and picket fences, coming to a halt at a large, sprawling, and very expensive looking mansion. With much trepidation, he approached the front door as one would a bomb, finally knocking twice, his knuckles rapping sharply against the white painted oak.
Milliardo answered the door, eyes lighting up as his eyes drank in the sight of Heero Yuy, tanktop soaked, nipples hardened from the cold, tiny droplets of water running down his arms. "Heero," he greeted amiably. "Come in."
He opened the door wider, allowing Heero to slip in. He kicked off his shoes in the hall, leaving them by an umbrella stand, and following the blonde man to a living room setting where a fire was roaring. "You've come to accept my proposition?" he asked without turning around.
Heero looked away, wrapping his arms around himself, his shoulders trembling, but not from the cold. "You poor thing," he said sympathetically, and wrapped his arms around the Japanese boy, reveling in the feel of his warmth despite his sorrow.
Milliardo's voice cut through the silence. "Would you hate me if I told you that there was no tape?" Heero immediately stiffened in his arms. Wrong move. He tried again, stroking his back with kind fingers. "Have you ever desired someone so much, wanted to be with them for so long that it hurt? That you--you would do anything, really, to make sure that you were together?"
Heero exhaled softly, blue eyes closing as he rocked him to sleep. Just before dropping off, Milliardo whispered, more to himself than to the younger boy, "I'm not a villain. I would never force you. Now rest..."
"Dammit!" Duo silently kicked himself for letting Heero go. "That was one stupid move. And you call yourself the Tensai," he scolded as he hurried past a busy street. He had to get to Heero; he knew exactly where he was, and didn't like it one bit.
He burst into Milliardo's house, expecting to see Heero lying bleeding on the floor, but instead found him curled up beside the blonde-haired man, hand curled into a half fist by his head.
"You..." Duo's voice trailed off abruptly as the blonde- haired man fixed him with a glare.
"You're very lucky, you know," he said softly, running his fingers through Heero's hair. "He loves you. And if you're too much of a fool to see it, and to see that you feel the exact same way, you might as well just leave right now."
"The tape--"
"I destroyed it," Milliardo snapped. "I'm not the bad guy here, Duo. None of us are. We're just..." He waved his hand, searching for words that man had not yet invented. "Go. Take him with you, if it's what you want."
Duo nodded carefully. "I'll be back for him. Keep him here if he wakes up, okay?" Milliardo nodded, turning his attention back to the slumbering boy.
Heero woke to the sound of running water. Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, he blinked twice and realized he was strapped to Duo's bed with leather cuffs. "Duo!" he bellowed.
The said basketball player emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. "You're not going anywhere, koi," he said, leaning down for a sloppy kiss. "I'm sorry about what happened in the diner," Duo added softly, face becoming more serious.
"Now," Duo began, a wide grin spreading across his face as he drew the towel aside, "how should I make it up to you? What kind of game do you want to play?"
"Leather," Heero replied instantly. "Lots and lots of leather." [2] Duo's grin became wider, if possible.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," he replied, then everything went dark as Duo wrapped a blindfold around Heero's eyes. He waited in anticipation, the only sound audible was leather sliding against human skin.
He felt Duo's mouth by his ear, tickling the nape of his neck.
"In this game, koi, we both win."
[1] A la Madam Hydra
[2] What can I say? You inspired me...
Ariana
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