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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Tadashi_Hamada
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada, Aunt_Cass, Alistair_Krei, Original
      Characters_(for_the_sake_of_plot)
  Additional Tags:
      Yakuza_AU, bad_stuff_man, Drug_trafficking, Human_Trafficking, tadashi
      and_hiro_are_unrelated, Trans!Hiro, organised_criminal_activity, based_in
      the_Kanto_area, YEAAAAA, dont_make_contracts_with_snakes_man, Weird_plot
      where_revealing_information_only_brings_more_questions, very_dark, A_lot
      of_gender_dysphoria_most_likely
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-14 Updated: 2015-10-19 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4945
****** Buy A Heart ******
by NeoFruity_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Perhaps it was a mistake, signing a contract with vipers. That's what
     they were, vipers, just cold blooded reptiles that felt no remorse,
     no nothing. They slithered around like serpents, consuming everything
     like the greedy souls they were.
     It was unfortunate.
     But unfortunate is the way life goes. Unfortunate is how the snakes
     find their prey. Unfortunate is how two very lost souls manage to
     mend each other from the tiny shards left behind.
     This story is unfortunate.
     But that's the way story goes.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Prologue - The Red Vipers and Their Victim *****
 
The clan was known as the Akai-Hebi - the Red Snakes. And they were brutal,
completely uncompassionate. They slithered around like serpents, consuming
everything like the greedy souls they were.
And they were clever, oh yes. The Oyabun had a way with words, they he could
talk you into selling your soul to the devil himself, and you wouldn't have
ever known. He was completely ruthless, Hamada Akira. That was what he was,
that was how he lived. There was no tolerance for weakness in his small
kingdom. Many would liken him to a dictator, had they found the courage to do
so.
So it was no surprise when the father of the Takachiho family was so easily
swindled into selling all he had for the price of a building. Mind you, he was
not fully understanding of the contract presented before him. He did not intend
to sign himself into constant debt.
13 years down the road, he and his family would pay the ultimate price. He
headed home, entirely ignorant of the fact that he had been cheated, tricked,
and indebted.
He was not aware of Hamada Akira's sneer as he bowed in respect and left the
room.
He was not aware of the crooked chuckle the escaped Hamada Akira's lips.
He was not aware of the way he addressed his five sons, sitting quietly behind
him in reverence.
"You see, my sons? You see how easy it is to fool these common folk? I expect
you all to learn the art of language, and how to use it to your advantage. It
is part of your duty to the clan, am I understood?"
Five sets of lips in unison, too loud to be a whisper but too quiet to be a
voice, all spoke in unison. "I understand, sir."
Takachiho never saw the soft brown eyes of the eldest, pleading for him to run
while he could.
Worst of all, Takachiho never saw the horrible fate placed upon his only
child's shoulders, a path carved in brittle stone for the child to follow, a
path of weeds and burrs, briars of thorns and carpets of needles.
It is unfortunate.
But unfortunate is the way life goes.
Unfortunate is how the snakes find their prey.
Unfortunate is how two very lost souls manage to mend each other from the tiny
shards left behind.
This story is unfortunate.
But that's the way story goes.
***** Stripped of All *****
Chapter Notes
     Please read the tags, I will not be giving away chapter content and
     there will be no sensitive content warning at the beginning of
     chapters.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                      ---
                     But still you stumble, feet give way
                    Outside the world seems a violent place
                    But you had to have him, and so you did
                    Some things you let go in order to live
                   While all around you, the buildings sway
                 You sing it out loud, "who made us this way?"
                  I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay
                  Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe
                             Hold on to your heart
                                      ---
It's always the simplest days that end the worst. The skies are perfectly blue
and the temperature is just right - it would have been perfect, if it weren't
for the polluting smell of blood seeping into the hardwood floors...
Hiro's fourteenth birthday was no exception.
It was the pounding on the door that truly set the chill in Hiro's bones.
Shouts of "Open the door!" could be heard, even from upstairs. His father's
face hardened as he went to see what they wanted.
Hiro was peaking out the back window, examining the two black clad men
demanding entrance. His mother's face paled and she carefully lead him away
from the window.
"Hiro, run and fill this vase with water for me, please." She handed him a
large, turquoise blue vase, and ushered him towards the back with a small
smile. Hiro thought her behavior peculiar but did as he was told, taking the
vase to the tap outside on the side of the house.
He spent five minutes crouched down, watching the water spiral inside the dark
clay cavern, balancing on the balls of his feet.
His thoughts wandered to the men and what they could want, he'd never seen them
before, but the looked important. A red snake had adorned the lapel on their
coats, and they both wore dark sunglasses to disguise their features.
Cold water running past his toes pulled him from his thoughts and he cursed and
quickly turned the tap off, relieving the vase of some of its water so he could
carry it.
Inside, he wiped his feet off on the carpet, wary of the water sloshing within
the now heavy vase. His ears perked up at the sound of loud arguing in the
kitchen, startling him slightly when a fist hit the table.
"You lie! I cannot possibly be two million, three hundred thousand yen in debt!
I have never missed a payment in the 13 years I signed the contract!" His
father's angry voice rebounded throughout the corridor, vibrating through the
wooden structure.
"Mr. Takachiho, you are too far in debt and our master is angry. Fortunately he
is gracious and is willing to offer you a choice.”
“A choice on what? The property should have been nearly paid off by now!”
Hiro stood frozen in the hall, cold vase in hand, unsure if he should enter or
not. He edged forward slightly so he could hear the conversation better.
“He is willing to allow you to work for him to pay off the debt, or... He can
evict you from your home. It is your choice."
Eviction? The word bounced around Hiro's skull painfully, sending a shiver down
his back. He leaned against the hardwood paneling on the wall, perhaps trying
to embrace his childhood home. He'd grown up here, this was his home, his life.
He couldn't imagine being forced from it, the thought scared him entirely.
He treaded carefully, the bones in his feet pressing almost painfully hard into
the floor, toes curled inward.
"Get out. Get out of my home, now." His dad was growling like a beast, a wolf
protecting its pack, teeth bare and ready to sink into the threat before them.
A metallic click rang through the air, and then there was silence for a moment.
"I think you'll want to reconsider that decision. This is your last chance,
Takachiho."
Hiro clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath, hoping his father wouldn't
do anything stubbornly stupid.
"I said leave my home, get out now!"
Hiro finally willed himself enough courage to walk around the corner quietly,
only to be greeted by the grimmest of scenes.
One of the men stood, gun cocked and pointed at his father's face. His mother
trembled a few feet away, ringing her hands together near her heart.
The man with the gun merely smirked and chuckled darkly.
"I'm sorry we couldn't come to an agreement..."
Hiro saw the trigger pulled. He saw his father flinch milliseconds before the
bullet went straight through his forehead. He saw the carnage fly and his
father fall to the ground, rendered completely lifeless in less than a second.
And then he heard the bang.
It was interesting, how deafening and paralyzing a noise could be. The world
seemed to slow like everyone was moving through molasses. He stood motionless,
eyes wider than saucers, watching his mother scream and attempt to help his
long doomed father, watching the man cock the gun again and strike his mother
through the throat.
Again and again, the man readied his weapon, firing into the lifeless bodies
now bleeding out on the floor, dead set on the overkill.
The vase slipped through Hiro's fingertips and shattered in between his feet,
water and shards flying everywhere. The sound seemed to send everything back
into real time, rendering Hiro a shaky deer caught in the headlights of the
oncoming traffic.
The vase breaking caught the men's attention and they turned to see Hiro
backing away, completely shaken and crying in shock.
"Grab him!" The first one shouted. Hiro tried to flee but found himself
tripping on his own two feet, betrayed by his own hysteria.
He screamed in protest as the other, shorter man was upon him, dragging him
back to the dining room by his hair and upper right arm. Hiro kicked and
screamed for all he was worth but it did little to help and only lead to the
hilt of a gun hitting the back of his head with loud thud. He lay there
stunned, completely immobile and vulnerable two the two thugs standing over
him.
"What do you think? We could sell this one, for maybe two hundred thousand yen?
Maybe even three hundred thousand?" The taller of the two spoke.
"He's a half breed, I doubt he'll fetch that high of a price." The shorter,
seemingly more gruffer man rolled hiro over slightly and rolled up his shirt,
examining Hiro's body with piercing eyes. He caught sight of the nude colored
binder encasing Hiro's chest and the man smirked. "Look at that, he's actually
a she."
"How big is she then? Depending on who's buying, she'll grab a higher price if
she's younger." The taller of the two examined Hiro's jaw and neckline while
the other took out a large knife and cut the tight material off of Hiro's skin.
Hiro whined in protest but only received a harsh smack to the cheek. "Hush."
"She looks about thirteen or fourteen... We could say twelve but that's
probably pushing it." Hiro felt a firm hand snake its way down his pants,
feeling up his crotch, not caring in the slightest if it was painful or not.
Hiro winced and recoiled from the cold, rough fingertips violating him. The man
fondling him simply yanked his legs apart, continuing to feel him up before
retracting his fingers a moment later.
“She’s probably a virgin too, that’ll raise the price… Some pervert’s gonna
want a fresh toy to play with, this one’ll definitely work. Even if she’s a
half breed, she’s still a pretty looking thing. I don’t see the boss having any
issues with her.”
“Let’s take her in then, we can come back to sweep the rest of this place
later, I’ve already got people headed down here to clean up this mess.” The
taller man pointed at the cold, pale corpses lying a few feet away.
“Do you have any bindings with you by chance? She’s gonna come too soon, We
don’t need her jumping out the car or anything.”
“There’s rope in the car, and sedative if you need it.”
The shorter man simply nodded, hoisting hiro up and throwing him over his
shoulder like he weighed no more than a sack of chicken feed. Alarm bells were
going full blast in Hiro’s brain but he could barely bring himself to lift and
arm. He tried grabbing onto the paneling of the wall, twisting and wiggling to
try and get the man to drop him. Nothing he did helped.
As soon as they got outside he started screaming at the top of his lungs,
screaming for help from anyone. He was pulled down from the man’s shoulders and
from there carried under his arm with one hand covering his mouth to keep him
from screaming.
“Get the sedative! She’s becoming a pain to deal with.” He stopped and dropped
Hiro on the ground, pressing his face into the concrete walk with one foot on
his back. Hiro tried to wiggle out from under the man’s foot but the man would
have none of it. Hiro only got a road rash for his troubles and a needle in the
crook of his arm.
The drowsy feeling set in almost immediately, and though Hiro tried to be
strong and fight it, he was no match for the large dosage of chemical sedative.
“Stop it! Just stop it! Please!” Hiro begged in between tears. His breathing
became less labored and he started to settle, the foot on his back was removed.
“Just let me die…” He whimpered. He vaguely felt himself being picked up and a
few moments later several car doors slamming shut before blacking out entirely.


---


Tadashi rubbed his eyes, trying to will away the migraine brewing in the front
of his head. It was like this every day, either managing the finances,
overseeing the drug traffic or the alcohol trade. Today was Thursday, so for
Tadashi it meant overseeing the numerous list of people being readied to be
auctioned off the following evening. He’d grown rather numb at this point to
the clan’s activities, but some things never failed to make him slightly ill on
the inside.
Maybe it was that the larger fraction of the people being sold were far younger
than he was when he discovered the slave trade, maybe it was that each and
everyone of them had death in their eyes, completely resigned to their fate.
Maybe it was his conscience weighing like a thousand tons on his heart. He
didn’t know.
What he did know was he had an entire clan to run, and there was no room for
weakness. He slipped up once and all of his underlings would devour him like
hungry sharks in a feeding frenzy. They were already wary of him as clan
leader, even though he was the oldest and made to be the perfect successor to
replace his father, they knew he was not at all like his father. He lacked the
same piercing stare and crooked grin, his spirit did not radiate cruelty and
greed like that of the great Hamada Akira.
No, Tadashi was a small bird amongst hungry vipers, and the only thing keeping
him safe was his camouflage. They wanted him to be powerful and ruthless, but
his heart begged for kindness and compassion.
He didn't think his opportunity to do so right under the noses of his
subordinates would come so soon. As fate would have it, that's exactly what
happened.
Tadashi looked to his second in command, Jin, for some sort of sympathy.
"Is that all of the... stock." He still wasn't used to calling them that. He
hoped he never would be.
"It should be, it was an excellent turn out, in my opinion. Quite a profit to
be made."
"Boss, Taro called in, he says he's got one more." Another spoke; Saburo was
his name.
"What's keeping him?" Tadashi asked. He stepped forward slowly, back
straightened and head held high, looking threatening as his father had taught
him.
"He uh... Well... You'll see, he sent someone in with the catch just now." The
man looked nervous, his eyes shifted from the door back to Tadashi.
The door slammed open before Tadashi had a chance to grill his subordinate for
his lack of compliance. The room was filled with the shrill screaming and
protests of an adolescent, no more than fourteen years of age, appearing female
in sex. She was kicking and pounding the person underneath her as best she
could with bound hands and feet, and she lacked any sort of clothing entirely.
"PUT ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN AND FIGHT ME, YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT!!" Tadashi
raised an eyebrow at the child's outbursts, he hadn't seen anyone put up such a
fight in a while.
The man walked up to Tadashi and set the writhing teen down on the floor rather
harshly, yanking her head up by the wild mess of black hair that framed her
delicate face.
"This one came from the Takachihos you sent us to speak with. The parents are
taken care of, and we thought we might be able to sell this one for extra
cash."
Tadashi looked down at the person in front of him. Several bruises on her arms,
ribs, and legs told him she did not go down without a fight. One of her lips
was split, and there was a large cut on her forehead, a trail of semi-dried
blood falling down the right side of her face.
But it was the snarl on her face and the absolute rage in her eyes that really
stuck out at Tadashi. Most of the people had long since given up, but this one
was still fighting for her freedom. The was anger like he had never seen before
in her eyes.
Tadashi leveled himself somewhat with the child, taking her jaw in his hand and
inspecting her throat, neck, and forced open her mouth for signs of infection
or disease.
"Information on her so far?" Tadashi asked, turning her head and inspecting the
inside of her ears.
"Her name is Hiro, as far as we know. We haven't found much else. She puts up a
fight though…” He rubbed his ear methodically, sparing a wary glance at the
teen in front of him. “She bit my ear earlier.”
Tadashi continued inspecting Hiro, looking at her eyes, looking at her teeth,
at her gums, and so on. Forgive me, he thought to himself as he inspected her
genitalia, cautiously making sure she didn’t carry any diseases or pests, young
as she was. Though it wasn’t really his job, he supposed it was better that he
did the inspection, rather than someone else. Hiro could end up worse than when
she came in.
Tadashi looked back up at Hiro who was now glaring at him with the most
incinerating stare. He brushed some of Hiro’s bangs out of the way and smirked.
“You’re a little trouble maker aren’t you?” Tadashi said, brushing her jaw
softly. Hiro snarled and spat in Tadashi’s face. There was a moment of silence
as everyone looked stunned at Hiro, who was still snarling at Tadashi like an
animal. Tadashi however simply rose slowly, pulling the silk handkerchief from
his pocket and wiping the saliva from his face.
“Put her in my private study.” Tadashi turned slowly. “Watch her too, I can’t
have her making a mess out of my study.”
“But sir!” Jin called out after him. He looked to Hiro, and then back to
Tadashi, who was making his way to the south wing of the house.
“Do as I say, I’ll be back in half an hour. I need to talk to someone first.”
Tadashi closed the door without giving his subordinates another look.


---


The door creaked slightly as Tadashi slid it open, depositing his shoes
outside. He strode across the tatami floor to the large bed mat, where his
mother lay, staring at the stars.
“So you finally pay me a visit after all this time? What’s kept you, son?” Her
pale aging face held many weathered lines and creases. Her hair had long since
started greying, yet she maintained a charm about her that never seemed to
disappear.
“Mother, I saw you just this morning.” Tadashi smiled slightly, sitting cross
legged and reaching to take the frail hand his mother held out.
“Yes, just this morning I saw you, playing outside near the koi pond with the
ducks, singing a nursery rhyme you learned in school.” She looked sadly, taking
in Tadashi’s sagging appearance. He didn’t have the same facade around her,
even if he did, she could see right through to the frightened little boy she
knew he was. “You look tired my son.”
Tadashi sighed and looked out the window, looking at the orange-pink sky as the
sun set. “I… I am tired. I’m always tired.”
“You need to rest then, son. You’ll make yourself ill like your father.” She
shook her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “That fickle, greedy old man…”
Tadashi chuckled at his mother’s recollection, knowing he too was not the only
one who looked down upon him.
“Watch out, mother. I’ve got ears everywhere.” He stood, bowing slightly in
respect to his mother.
“Don’t forget who first spanked you with the rod, it was not your father. You
may be the boss around here, but you’ll never be the boss of me.”
“Of course not. My back still aches from that switching.” He pretended to hunch
over, shaking his head at the old woman who was laughing softly.
“Oh, go on and get what you came here for. You know it’s long past my bedtime.”
She shooed him off with a wave of her hand.
“Of course mother. Sorry for disturbing you, I just need one of your older
garments.”
“In the bin, son. There’s smaller robes in there. I won't ask what you need
them for.”
“Thank you mother, sorry again for disturbing you.” Tadashi stepped outside
back into his shoes and slid the door shut so his mother could sleep.


---


Tadashi stepped into his private study to find Jin diligently watching his
desk, hands behind his back and legs spread slightly. He dismissed Jin with a
small wave of his hand, hardly paying any mind as he bowed and exited. The silk
robe hardly made a sound as Tadashi set it atop his desk, walking quietly
around the desk to find Hiro asleep under it.
She looked tired, aged for such a young soul. The tear streaks down her face
only added to the melancholy of her situation. The bindings for her feet had
been removed, leaving only slight bruising in its place, yet her hands still
remained tangled in the crimson red rope and she still lacked clothing of any
kind.
Tadashi almost felt bad for waking her but she could sleep later, he had to
explain her new home and the rules that came along with it.
Slowly, he shook her shoulder, interrupting what was probably much needed
sleep. Hiro opened her eyes and looked groggily up at Tadashi. He was prepared
for the panicked kick came, easily catching the child's foot in one hand. With
the other he grabbed Hiro's bindings and pulled her out from under the desk.
Hiro struggled and pulled, even tried shouldering Tadashi so she could get
loose. She froze as soon as she heard the click of a blade snapping into place.
Tadashi gently cut through the rope holding Hiro's hands together, letting her
stagger back and rub her wrists, trying to hide her naked body from him. He
picked up the robe from his desk, unfolding it in a flurry of silk, obi falling
to the floor as Tadashi put the garment around Hiro's shoulders. He picked up
the remaining garment, handed it to Hiro and motioned to the chair in front of
his desk.
"Sit." He commanded, watching as Hiro slowly pulled the sleeves of the robe on,
fastening it in place with the obi before finally taking a seat, all the while
watching Tadashi from the corner of his eye. Tadashi took his own seat across
from Hiro, picking up his phone and calling someone to bring tea.
They spent a solid twenty minutes just staring at each other. Hiro looked at
Tadashi distrustingly, her body language spelled defense, and she was sitting
as far as physically possible from Tadashi as she could get. Tadashi however
just studied Hiro. She was indeed quite a pretty little thing. Petite and wiry,
she had the physical appearance of a pet, simply a lapdog meant to look pretty
while Tadashi was speaking to people, privately or during meetings. He didn't
really want Hiro doing anything else, he'd send her back home if he could but
that wasn't an option.
They were interrupted by a knock on the wood panel door to which Tadashi told
them to simply leave it outside, fetching the tray himself and setting it down
without making so much as a cup rattle. He set a cup in front of Hiro and
refused to speak until she had drunk at least half of it.
"How old are you?" He said, finally breaking the thick silence that was
crawling down both their backs. Hiro looked away and refused to speak,
hardening her features. "I said; how old are you?" Tadashi really hated using
his hard voice but he didn't see any other way to make Hiro comply.
"Fourteen, today." The words tumbled out of Hiro's lips softly, he still
refused to look at Tadashi.
"Do you know why you're here?" Tadashi softened his voice slightly, knitting
his fingers together in front of him.
"Your goons murdered my mom and dad and kidnapped me to sell me on the black
market."
Tadashi chuckled slightly, the kid definitely had a bite on her.
"Well, yes, that is how it went, didn't it. Originally I sent those two men to
recruit your dad, a.) because he signed a contract to live in the house you
grew up in, and b.) because I'm looking to expand the clan in that area. I told
Taro, the tall one, to get that property however he saw fit. I didn't realize
this was how it would turn out. You better consider yourself lucky you didn't
end up dead or sold to someone much worse than me."
"I'd rather be dead right now than talking to someone like you." Hiro was
glaring at Tadashi now, gripping the cup in her fingers. Tadashi's features
hardened, he leaned back in his chair.
"With that attitude you will be very soon. You need understand and come to
terms with the fact that whether you like it or not, I own you now. So you are
to behave and do exactly as you're told when you are told. You will not speak
out of turn, you will only speak when spoken to, when called on, you are
expected to arrive in an orderly and timely manner, you are to sit quietly
during meals and not speak. Am I clear?"
Hiro looked away but nodded, wiping tears away with her sleeve and sniffing
quietly. Tadashi's heart pained for her but he remained in his hard set facade.
"I'm giving you three days to mourn and adjust to this place as it will be your
new home. I expect to see you in my office early on the fourth day so I can
brief you on your job. Everyone here has a job and when they don't do their job
there are severe consequences. You will be punished for tampering with things
you aren't supposed to touch, stealing, lying, and breaking things. You are not
to get in the way of someone else's job. Am I understood?"
Hiro nodded again, trying to hide her tears from Tadashi. He sincerely wanted
to get up and hug the child, but he couldn't. Not yet.
"I will show you to your room then. Tomorrow you will be escorted back to your
home to gather any of your belongings you want to keep. Uniform clothes will be
provided for you. Any casual clothing you wish to wear in your free time should
be gathered tomorrow. If you know of any important legal and medical
documentation that your parents have, you are expected to turn any and all over
to Jin, who will be escorting you. Otherwise the house will be sweeped and
everything will be turned over to me."
He watched Hiro nod one final time before standing up and motioning for Hiro to
follow. Hiro gathered herself timidly, wiping her eyes one last time before
padding after Tadashi, his bare feet thudding across the wooden floor.
Jin was standing outside the office, Tadashi motioned for him to follow behind
Hiro. There would be no running off this time.
"The complex is set up in a square, with offices, dining hall and master
bedrooms on the west wing, storage and garages on the east, directly across
from it, women's rooms in the south wing and men's in the north wing. They
surround the courtyard which is divided in half by the baths, also divided by
gender. The whole property is surrounded by a 12 foot wall, housing a large
garden with several shrines and a large koi pond. There are smaller ponds in
each of the courtyards as well as several more shrines. The only exit out of
the complex is through the garages, and it is heavily monitored 24/7. Nothing
goes in or out without my knowledge." He led Hiro through corridor after
corridor, eventually reaching a set of halls full of rooms with rice paper
sliding doors. A few women were in their rooms doing one thing or another, but
most were vacant. Tadashi eventually lead them to one of the larger rooms,
empty but spacious. It had a facing glass door that lead to one of the court
yards. It was furnished comfortably, but lacked personal effects.
"This will be your room. Permanently." He stepped aside and allowed Hiro to
enter, looking at her new room. He dismissed Jin, letting him know his services
weren't needed any longer and stepped inside the room with Hiro, leaving his
shoes outside and closing the door behind him.
Hiro timidly surveyed her surroundings, looking around with wide eyes, hands
clutched together near her dress.
"I will leave you to tend to yourself then..." Tadashi turned to go but
stopped, hand hovering just above the door handle. "I... I am sorry for
everything that's happened to you today... I'm sure it means nothing to you,
but I hate bloodshed and violence. But I cannot undo what has been done, and I
can only offer what I am giving to you. Please consider the amount of
generosity I am showing you and keep that in mind for the days to come." And
with that he stepped out, sliding his shoes back on and shutting the door
quietly.
He waited outside for several minutes, a decision he greatly regretted, for as
soon as he picked up on the muffled sobbing from inside the room, his heart
broke in two.
 
Chapter End Notes
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     Machine
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