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The world began to spin faster. Days became shorter, nights became instantaneous.

In a few more blinks, Sephiroth and Cloud were going to be fathers.

Cloud knew things needed to happen, and fast. But no matter what he did, it felt like moving in slow motion. They needed a manny. They needed a new apartment. And they needed baby shit. Lots and lots of baby shit.

It seemed as though once Sephiroth and Cloud saw that their children were semi-normal in form, Sephiroth began to grow at an absurd rate. Although he wasn’t hiding under the blanket anymore, he still wasn’t happy with his expanding figure. Not one of his slim fit shirts would cover him, and he couldn’t buckle his pants or leather coat either.

He couldn’t bear to buy anything new that might fit him, claiming that it was a waste of money. According to him, after permanently evicting the mutants he would be back in shape in two weeks.

Cloud had raised a doubtful eyebrow, to which Sephiroth held up two fingers and poked him between the eyes. “Two fucking weeks. Even if it kills me. If Gwen Stefani can do it, I can do it.”

Cloud had laughed until he almost literally wet himself. He loved the precious moments where Sephiroth truly sounded like a complete and utter faggot.

But when Sephiroth had resorted to becoming a nudist in his denial, Cloud finally bought him some sweatpants and t-shirts that would fit, against his wishes. He made sure they were designer as to appeal to Sephiroth’s aesthetic sensibilities. It worked, and Sephiroth put some clothes on.

Not that Cloud didn’t enjoy Sephiroth lying around so nude and available. Whether Sephiroth liked it or not, Cloud was a man and seeing his partner carry his children sparked something primordial inside of him. It was beyond thought or reason, it was just nature. He caught himself idly petting Sephiroth’s growing stomach, admiring how perfect and lovely the curve was.

Sephiroth objected to this at first, but then became hesitantly used to it. Maybe it was because he only had a couple weeks to go, or because he had accepted the outlandish idea of bearing children as reality. Or maybe it was because he just plain enjoyed the affection. But slowly, looking in the mirror was less of a difficult thing, and he was able to calmly move through his days with all five eggs in tow.

He tried to sense anything he could about the eggs, whether they were moving, whether they were growing, whether they were being nourished. He could sense nothing at all about them, other than the fact that one egg was determined to sit on his bladder, thus causing him to go to the bathroom constantly.

He kept eating, but nipped the junk food habit he’d begun to indulge in right in the bud. He didn’t want to gain any more fat, but rather fuel himself and the eggs with whole foods. He’d had a washboard stomach since he was a teenager, being overweight wasn’t even something he’d even considered with his militant lifestyle. While Cloud was poring over childcare magazines, he was engrossed in men’s fitness, planning out his strategy for the quick regain of his legendary physique.

“Cloud, I’m going to get stretch marks, aren’t I?” Sephiroth lamented in bed one night while they both were reading their respective magazine selections.

“Well, you are stretching,” Cloud sighed and turned the page.

Sephiroth huffed at Cloud’s careless response. “How’d you like zig zags all over your perfect little stomach?”

Cloud blinked at the veiled compliment and smiled, holding his magazine against his chest and looked at Sephiroth. “I didn’t want to suggest it, but…you want me to get you something for stretch marks? This magazine is full of ads for like, lotion and stuff that’ll help.”

Sephiroth groaned and buried his nose in his testosterone-laden magazine. “…Maybe. If you’re in the store and you think of it.”

Cloud smiled, “Yes sir.”

Sephiroth nodded and the subject was closed

But even the nightly application of Neutrogena wasn’t going to save him if he got much bigger than he currently was. Surely a woman who was carrying five would have been much larger, simply because her children would have been warm-blooded mammals. But towards the ninth week of pregnancy, Sephiroth was extremely uncomfortable and frankly fed up with it.

While Cloud and Zack took visits and photographs of apartments to show Sephiroth (who wouldn’t actually go in person), they discussed the need for a manny. They decided on one thing – the manny would need to come from the Shin-Ra army.

They wanted someone who would both be diligent and strong in helping keep guard while Sephiroth was at work, but also someone who was already inherently loyal to the General and his new family. It would feel less like a stranger.

But what man was going to sacrifice his military career in order to moonlight as a nursery school assistant? They came to a simple conclusion: a different manny for each day of the week. Possibly more or less depending on what the individual man’s schedule and preferences were like.

The men would help Cloud out in the mornings giving the babies breakfast and baths, and throughout the early afternoon with lunch, diaper changes and playtime. Sephiroth wanted someone with Cloud from the moment he left until the moment he returned home, but Cloud insisted that in the late afternoon and early evenings, he could handle the five by himself.

In actuality, Cloud wanted a couple hours of privacy a day. Maybe he could coach the babies – or at least some of them – to have naptime then. Then he could have a moment to take a shower, listen to music, fix Sephiroth dinner and maybe just breathe a little bit. It would be Cloud’s Zen moment of the day.

Maybe he could gaze out a window and sip exotic teas. Not that he really liked tea, but it created a relaxing image in his mind. And with the hectic anticipation he was constantly feeling, he was already looking forward to it. So he put a small, unassuming ad in the Shin-Ra corporate daily newspaper.

General Sephiroth himself is seeking several upstanding men for personal, top-secret assignment. Each man must be available one day per week, up to eight hours on that given day. Strict background check will be performed. Qualified individuals will be paid for their time, and will also receive private training from the General. Please contact Cloud Strife for further details.

The flood of response was almost overwhelming. When Cloud was at work, he could barely keep up with his actual job in lieu of constantly answering calls. After much thought, Cloud finally compiled a list of one hundred promising candidates and organized a day of interviews in his office.

Each lucky contestant swept into the room with a broad smile, saluting Cloud who saluted back. Cloud took a seat behind the desk. The future manny took a seat in front of him.

And each time, Cloud would smile and say this: “How do you feel about infants?”

Depending on their knee jerk reaction, which ranged from “Infant what?”, to surprised laughter, to shivers of disgust – the interview either ended on the spot or continued on. After a long afternoon, Cloud had the files of twenty mannies, each and every one of them still perfectly unaware of what exactly they were in for.

Cloud gave the files to Sephiroth’s secretary, who did a speedy background check on each. Only one of them was questionable – a severe reprimand for insubordination, but it was also a man who had three children of his own, and he even proudly produced pictures in his wallet. Cloud liked him, so he brought all twenty files home for Sephiroth to inspect.

“Most of these guys are so…” Sephiroth shook his head. “…manly.”

Cloud kissed his cheek in bemusement. “Well we’re looking for a manny, Seph.”

Sephiroth knew that, and even knew most of the men Cloud had chosen semi-personally. But now they felt like total strangers, and Sephiroth felt odd about hiring them to come into his home and take care of his monstrous offspring. “I didn’t expect the selection to be so burly. I thought the mannies would be more like…you.”

Cloud fell onto his back on the bed in exhaustion. “There’s only one of me, Seph. And you know I’m one of the smallest guys in the army, let alone SOLDIER. You can’t honestly expect everyone who looks like a queen to like kids. I’m telling you, these guys are all decent and most of them have kids of their own.”

“I just don’t know if I like the thought of you spending all day with guys like this,” Sephiroth frowned. If they were cute little fags, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about Cloud getting overpowered, or worse… falling for one of them.

Cloud moaned loudly. “Oh please. Did you hear when I said most have their own kids? That means they have wives or are straight, silly. You’re the only boy who can make babies, remember?”

Sephiroth frowned and continued to look through the files.

Cloud tilted his head at the odd expression, and rubbed his knuckles along Sephiroth’s jaw before kissing him. “It’s not like I’m going to be in the apartment for the next three years of my life. If that were the case, I wouldn’t really need the help. We’re going to be going to the park, going to the zoo, the aquarium, playgrounds, and movies. Hell, even grocery shopping is going to take a huge effort with five babies. And what about when they start to walk? If I wanted to do something as simple as go swimming with them in the pool, I definitely would need more eyes than mine watching all of them.”

Sephiroth let the file drift down into his lap. The park? The zoo? Swimming?

He felt an odd pang of…jealousy.

Cloud’s eyes searched Sephiroth’s face, wondering what sort of emotion was playing across it and was unable to pinpoint it exactly. “I mean, you do realize that our children will be going outside… don’t you?”

“Of course I realize that,” Sephiroth snapped, settling into annoyance. “But why the fuck does the manny have to be so…domestic with them?”

“Seph, I really wish you’d quit your job and be here with me all day with them. But we both know you’re not going to do that.”

“I know you need the help, I just think that there should be some boundaries.”

“Like what?” Cloud sighed distantly, beginning to stir around on the bed to remove his clothes.

“I don’t think any manny should be taking you and our spawn to the zoo,” Sephiroth said point blank. “That’s clearly a family-oriented activity.”

Cloud stopped undressing mid-zipper and his mouth fell open. He blinked slowly, letting Sephiroth’s meaning sink in and finally understanding what his manny hang-up was stemming from. He turned away to hide his massive smile and kept it out of his voice. “Good idea. We’ll only go to the zoo with both daddies.”

“I won’t be able to take off work for every G-rated movie in creation…” Sephiroth dismissed, having no interest in sitting in a theatre for a cartoon feature with five fussy little brats. “…and I know I won’t have to be there every single time you go to the park. But I would like to be there for activities that they might think back on and remember.”

Cloud grinned to himself as he pulled on a pair of loose sleep pants. “Childhood memories must include both daddies. You got it.”

“I’m not trying to gloss over their childhood…mutant hood…whatever. And I’m not attempting to insert myself into just the highlights. But I’m somewhat looking forward to seeing how they react to certain things.”

“Like what?” Cloud asked eagerly as he stripped himself quickly, dropping onto the bed and rolling onto his stomach next to him.

“An ass-view of an elephant take a huge shit,” Sephiroth said seriously after some consideration.

Cloud laughed. “Is that your big fatherhood dream?”

Sephiroth threw up his hands helplessly. “I have no idea. But if they do come out normal, I wanna see… I hope they… Oh, I don’t know.”

“What? Please tell me,” Cloud implored.

“I hope they push smaller kids around,” Sephiroth admitted.

Cloud giggled. “They’ll be a gang of bullies. We’ll make sure of that.”

“I hope they all have a good sense of humor.”

“Kids usually do,” Cloud smiled, rolling closer to cuddle. He pulled up his shirt and carefully rested his hand on Sephiroth’s tummy. He made sure to do it often as a way of saying hello to them. “I’m jealous. You get to spend all day with them, already. Do you feel them moving, yet?”

Sephiroth shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Cloud rubbed his hand over the curve slowly. “…Do you love them, yet?”

Sephiroth moved the rest of the files to the nightstand to get them out of the way. “I think my personal feelings about them are irrelevant at this point. They’re on their way whether I love them or not. I’m just trying to make the best of the situation.”

Cloud stilled and backed away from Sephiroth in bitter disappointment. “…Whatever.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You know as well as I do that this was an accident. If we knew I was capable of this it never would have happened.”

“Yeah. I know it. We both know it, but do you have to say it? Can’t we just have one moment where… ugh, never mind!” Cloud disengaged from Sephiroth entirely and rolled away from him. “You can’t appreciate anything, can you?”

“It should be you then. You’d appreciate it, I’m sure.”

Cloud looked sharply over his shoulder, anger brewing on his features and his mouth working silently as fighting words formed in his head. It was a look Sephiroth was far too familiar with, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it.

“Don’t fucking start,” Sephiroth warned.

Cloud did fucking start, though. “I wish to fucking God it was me. Wanna know why?”

Sephiroth blinked casually, eyes unseeing with false disinterest.

Cloud rolled onto his back angrily, “I’ve dreamt of it a few times, before any of this even started. I’ve woken up in actual disappointment because it could never happen for me. I’ve wanted children all my life. I’d give anything in the world to do what you’re doing. You’re just upset because you think it makes you less perfect somehow.”

“Come off it. I don’t think I’m anywhere near perfect and you know it,” Sephiroth interjected dispassionately.

Cloud didn’t stop talking, though. “You’re gorgeous. You’re powerful, strong, influential, fucking infallible. Now you worry what people are gonna fucking think of you if they find out. An alien! Pregnant! The shame of it! What you don’t get is that this makes you more perfect! This makes you beyond perfect. I’m so jealous of this I can’t even stand it! I could hate you for it, Seph! And all this time I’ve stood by you while you have done nothing but bitch and moan about your tremendous misfortune, your supreme inconvenience. Everyday I have to listen to you spit in the face of this goddamn blessing.”

Sephiroth was done with listening. “I think you’re confusing a blessing with a genetic accident, Cloud. Dysfunction and deformity aren’t blessings.”

He just became more settled into his anger. “We’re going to have children. Babies. Yours and mine. No surrogate. No test tubes. Babies that are only ours. Naturally. You’re making us a real family, Sephiroth. I see how wonderful that is, why don’t you?”

“I was happy being a family with just you. I liked our life, and would never have wanted for anything more.”

Cloud just frowned. “That’s why it should have been me. Because I’m not as selfish as you are. I really, really do wish I could take your place. I already love them.”

When he still didn’t say anything in response, Cloud just rolled over onto his side. Sephiroth reached over to turn off their light, and laid down.

The silence was heavy. Cloud could talk for hours on end without stopping for air, but never before had he made such a sharp point. Sephiroth still wasn’t used to being scolded by his little lover, and couldn’t think of a single word to say in either defense or retaliation.

He was intelligent enough to know when he was being an ass. But the eggs were fucking with his emotions enough to make him regretful of this, whereas his more usual self would have thrown the mouthy blonde out of the bedroom for such a tone and slept guilt free.

He couldn’t take back the cold things he often said, and he didn’t particularly want to lie to Cloud about how he felt, especially concerning this subject. They might have looked humanoid, but that still didn’t mean the eggs were going to behave like humans. The fact was, they weren’t.

Sephiroth didn’t want Cloud to go to sleep angry with him. He softly approached Cloud from behind to put his arms around him.

The slim body rejected his embrace at first, but after a moment of awkward fumbling to get his arms fully around Cloud, they both settled. It was a bit uncomfortable due to his abdominal largeness, so Sephiroth sighed softly. “This isn’t working so well at the moment.”

Cloud gave a small, demanding sound. “You roll over, then.”

Sephiroth did. Cloud came up behind him and spooned him roughly, before softening into the mattress. “You’re a total bastard.”

“So are your kids,” Sephiroth said with a grin before chuckling, even as Cloud fumed behind him.

“Don’t you get anything I said?” Cloud asked quietly after a moment.

“I get that you’re gaining happiness from this, some sort of completion. And I think it has something to do with your mother and her desire for grandchildren. Maybe it’s cultural, maybe you mentally link happiness with offspring.”

“I’m a little more evolved that that,” Cloud tsked, but couldn’t help but wonder if it was true, at least partially. People from small towns were all about procreation.

“It’s just a theory,” Sephiroth said softly. “I never met your mother but she seems a little bit like you. Stubborn, pushy and wants nothing more than little brats running around, God knows why.”

Cloud couldn’t help himself, he giggled. “It just makes me happy to know that you and I made something that’s going to last. Our babies are going to have babies, someday. We’re gonna keep on going, you see?”

Sephiroth opened his eyes in the dark, but said nothing.

Cloud saw the green light, and sighed a little. “Do you… You don’t still think something bad will come of it, do you?”

“Something’s been bothering me this entire time,” Sephiroth hissed in the dark and suddenly rolled to face Cloud. “Hojo knew everything about me. He cut me open more times than I could count, he’s seen every inch of me. Yet in the files in the Shin-Ra mansion, there wasn’t one goddamn word about any extra reproductive organs, and it said nothing about me being anything other than male. Isn’t that weird?”

Cloud shrugged a shoulder. “It’s possible the doobie was overlooked.”

“Don’t call it that!” Sephiroth rolled his eyes, and then settled back into his point. “If my mother wanted another me, someone else to do what I didn’t do… Cloud, don’t look at me that way, I’m serious about this. I could have done something horrible that night in Nibelheim.”

“Oh, like what? And why does it matter? You’re fine now,” Cloud dismissed as though a tragedy by Sephiroth’s hands was impossible. “Your mother couldn’t have done this to you… she’s a fish floating in water.”

Sephiroth didn’t bother correcting Cloud about the fish thing. “I can’t relax into this like you have, Cloud. I tried, I promise. I tried hard for you. But even if they look like normal kids, they aren’t.”

“I know they aren’t normal, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t innocent.”

They would be totally innocent. Half of them, anyways. One half was going to be pure innocence; the other might have been completely corrupt for all Sephiroth knew. And he felt something prick his heart at the thought that perhaps his mother didn’t tamper with himself to make it possible for him to unnaturally reproduce… perhaps she’d done something to Cloud. Perhaps she’d somehow tainted the person who had prevented him from losing his mind, his mate for life.

Sephiroth’s emotions flared. “I’ve shut off my feelings in an effort to see things your way, Cloud. I just don’t. I want insight into this now, before I have them. I need to find out from my mom.”

“It’s not like you can fly to Nibelheim in your condition,” Cloud easily asserted.

“I’ll ask Aerith.”

“No!” Cloud squawked, holding Sephiroth tightly. “I don’t want you going!”

“I’ll do exactly what I want to do,” Sephiroth reminded him sternly. “And if my mom has plans for our eggs, I want to know about it. I want to be able to watch them, and to protect you if anything happens.”

“They’re not going to pop out of you toting machine guns!” Cloud raised his voice. “I don’t want you risking yourself or them! Stay here until after you’ve had them and you’re better! Then you can go talk to your mom, okay?”

“I’m going.”

Cloud took a deep breath and said in the most serious voice he could muster: “I absolutely forbid it.”

And yet he fully expected it when he found the apartment empty the following evening. He approached the letter on the table slowly, knowing what it was without having to pick it up. It was short and to the point.

Aerith gave me a go ahead for flight. In fact, she’s piloting, which is pretty weird. Try not to worry though. I’ll be back home to you in twenty hours. Or… we’ll be back home to you in twenty hours. I love you Cloud, and even though I have my reservations I’m sure our eggs love you, too. I hope to bring you some good news.

Cloud had to smile.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sephiroth really hated Nibelheim, mostly because it was dirty, ugly, dark and cold. But the main reason he hated the town was because he associated it with the brief, flickering flirtation with a total loss of self.

For a proud person like Sephiroth, the most frightening notion was non-existence. And he felt that beneath the old Shin-Ra mansion in Nibelheim, he could have truly let go of everything he was and had ever been. Remembering his own thoughts was almost like remembering something someone else had said in passing, like a strange comment filtered through during a conversation in the next room. Nothing he had thought made any sense out of the context of that insanity.

What was he going to do? Oh. He was going to set the town on fire and kill everyone, then keep going and not be stopped. He would keep going until the entire planet was dead, and not just people. Every living thing. He was going to kill Zack. He was going to kill Cloud.

Sephiroth didn’t even know Cloud, then. It made his heart ache. He almost lost himself, but he also could have lost Cloud. His love, his everything. He wanted to call him and let him know he was alright, but he still sobbed occasionally from tender thoughts. He felt that if he talked to Cloud right then, he’d fall apart.

He didn’t want to do that in front of Aerith.

Despite his stormy emotions, the flight was actually pleasant under her tender piloting skills. When she offered to fly him out, he questioned immediately her history of flying and how the hell she’d acquired that skill. Apparently, some unnamed Turk needed help with certain libido problems, and she traded her discretion for free flight hours. Before she knew it, she had a pilot’s license, and the Turk was able to pop a stiffy whenever he wanted to.

After brooding for the better part of the trip, Sephiroth finally implored her to tell him the Turk’s name.

“Nope,” She grinned. “I promised him I’d never spill the beans.”

“I guess I can respect that,” Sephiroth said carefully, glancing at her.

“Don’t worry. You get that same courtesy,” Aerith sat with a friendly pat on Sephiroth’s knee.

He crossed his arms over his stomach and stared out the window. “Nobody’s going to believe your book, you know.”

“They will,” Aerith chuckled. “Though maybe not in our lifetimes. But think about it; once your genes spread into the pool, I bet more and more males are going to suddenly have your particular problem. In hundreds of years, I’m going to be the pioneer of male pregnancy research. I’m gonna be famous!”

“In the meantime, you’ll be a laughing stock,” Sephiroth pointed out.

“If there’s one thing studying to become a doctor taught me, it’s this,” Aerith took a happy breath. “Everyone who gets the chance to make a great discovery has to commit to it, and suffer the burden of knowing they’re right, even when everyone else thinks they’re crazy.”

“Maybe they’ll name the male abortions after you. I wish you’d have given me a Gainesborough while I still had the chance.”

“Oh, hush,” Aerith tsked him as they began to lower over Nibelheim.

Sephiroth closed his eyes as his stomach lurched a little bit. He teased Cloud for his motion sickness, but could see that it was definitely not pleasant. As the helicopter settled on the level patch of dirt that served as a landing field, she began her post flight sequence and shut off the motors, the blades, and the navigation panel. She snuck glances at Sephiroth every so often, noticing his color change upon landing.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, pulling his face towards her and not hesitating to spread his eye wide open with two fingers.

He batted her away. “Just a little nauseous from the landing, I’m fine.”

She doubted it was the landing. She’d been studying Sephiroth’s history and his previous reactions with Jenova, and knew fully well what she would do if the worst-case scenario were to happen and Sephiroth lost his mind. She had a syringe hidden on her person that would knock him on his ass in five seconds flat. It wouldn’t affect the babies, and the worst side effect would be a little disorientation and a good nap. While he snoozed, she’d get him onto a gurney at the reactor, then drag him back into the helicopter and get the hell out of dodge.

But she wanted to see what Jenova would say about this little development as much as Sephiroth did, and quickly exited the helicopter to skip around to Sephiroth’s side and help him out. He definitely wasn’t the most chivalrous man on Earth, but it felt very strange to accept help from a woman. Especially because he actually needed it.

He’d dressed very casually, a simple band hoodie over jeans with sneakers, and his long hair tucked up into a cap. He didn’t want to be recognized or bothered by the locals. He’d hoped to simply appear as a portly teenager with a beer belly. It was both lucky and somewhat unfortunate that he did.

“Feel like taking a stroll?” She grinned and offered her arm.

“I feel like taking a stroll to the diner,” Sephiroth sighed. “They have good cherry pie there.”

“Oh crap, that does sound good,” Aerith agreed, glancing towards town. “Let’s go take care of this first. You’ll feel less anxious once you talk to her.”

Sephiroth turned his nose up. “I’m not anxious.”

“My mistake,” Aerith smiled, putting an arm around Sephiroth’s waist. He hooked an arm around her shoulders and looking like a happy couple, they walked to the reactor. As they strolled, Aerith noticed that Sephiroth’s pocket was vibrating silently. “Is that a cell phone in your pocket or are you just – ”

“It’s a cell phone,” Sephiroth interrupted, not letting her finish the obnoxious cliché. “Cloud’s blowing it up.”

“Why don’t you answer? Let him know we landed safely.”

“I don’t feel like dealing with him right now.”

“He loves you … He’s probably worried.”

“I don’t feel like dealing with him,” And that was final.

There was a new road that paved the way to the reactor – Hojo was making more frequent visits there, probably in preparation for his next big fuck up. But for their purposes, it made for a nicer walk than stomping through the dirt. The rope bridge that had collapsed had also been cleared away and redone in sturdy wood.

He silently thanked someone for seeing him through the Nibelheim mission. He wasn’t sure if God was the right person. He sure as hell knew his mother wasn’t responsible for his safety… but someone made sure he made it through the week. He came out alive, and in love.

Maybe Cloud was the person he should thank. Cloud didn’t fall off the bridge. He didn’t get mauled by any monsters. He didn’t take no for an answer in the basement of the Shin-Ra mansion. And he brought drugs.

Sephiroth smiled, although it was brief as they cleared the bridge and arrived at the reactor. It seemed so small from the outside.

Aerith had only visited the reactor as a med student, so she felt almost naughty entering without an official reason. Sephiroth seemed to know right where he was going.

“Hi,” He said suddenly.

“…Hi?” She answered, looking up at him. She then realized he wasn’t talking to her.

He hesitated outside the room that held what he perceived to be his mother. Of course, he knew by now that his mother wasn’t Jenova, but a human named Lucretia. But actually hearing a voice was far more compelling than a simple fact, a face in a picture he’d never talk to or know. Maybe knowing he was wrong about something but continuing to believe in it was a form of insanity all in itself.

He couldn’t think about it too much, it made his head spin and his heart hurt. He just wanted to talk to his mother. He wanted to know he was okay. He wanted that.

“Could you leave us alone for a minute?” Sephiroth asked.

Aerith took a breath. “I’ll stay back here, and keep quiet. I… can’t leave you totally alone. Okay?”

He slowly nodded, understanding.

He stood there in silence after Aerith’s last words stopped echoing, and he finally looked at the vault that housed his…mother. She was his mother.

Come in, sweetie.

His feet instantly moved across the sheeted metal floor. He approached her dwelling reverently, but not taking his time to be graceful.

Open up the door.

Sephiroth looked to the small panel, almost unnoticed next to the massive mechanical sculpture. He typed in a simple code, and the door easily slid open in a gust of chilly steam.

Take off that hat before you come in here.

Almost forgotten, Sephiroth pulled the cap off of his head and shook his hair out. He held it behind his back uncertainly, and finally looked up at Jenova. She was still as her hair weaved gracefully through the thick fluid. He always expected her to move, but she never did.

He approached after a moment and touched the glass.

Jenova couldn’t move, but her energy reached out to lick at his fingertips like static electricity. It traveled all the way up his arm to his cheek, where it popped before it dissipated.

Sephiroth smiled.

I missed you.

Sephiroth closed his eyes. He didn’t want to be pulled down into another web of strange lies. The last time they had spoken it had been hard, and he had been putting off thinking about it or facing it. He knew she didn’t have any reason to miss him. He knew he was a failure to her.

Why is there a wall between us, now?

“I can’t finish your business.”

I know that now. I fixed it.

Sephiroth poked the glass angrily. “So you did this to me, then? To make a new me to destroy the planet. Right?”

The static charge touched his finger and zapped it, making Sephiroth flinch away from the glass. Wrong. I’ve changed my goals.

Sephiroth felt a pressure of dread fall upon his heart. His fears felt confirmed, and he felt like vomiting. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and leaned against his own arms, trying to steady himself. “…What are your goals, now?”

I’ve decided that extermination of this planet might be a waste. I’ve changed my goals to colonization, instead.

Sephiroth’s eyebrows rose.

Why look that way? I thought you’d be thrilled.

“So… what are they, then?”

What are what?

Sephiroth’s mouth became a line. “The eggs. What the fuck are they?”

Jenova’s energy almost sparkled on the glass. She was laughing. They’re your children.

“But they’re going to colonize…?”

We will colonize very rapidly. In the next thousand years, one out of three will carry our cells. In the next ten thousand years, nine out of ten will be one of us. And once the planet is covered in our kind, we’ll use it to fuel our travel to other worlds.

Sephiroth blinked, not knowing what to feel. Was this acceptable? Was this okay? Was it okay to think that this might be acceptable? Was he going crazy again? He leaned harder on his arms as his head swam.

I thought you’d be happy since you came up with the idea. You’ve been trying to reproduce for years.

Sephiroth wrinkled his nose. “What? I have not.”

You’ve been mating so much with that poor little human boy to no avail. He wasn’t able to be fruitful for you. I merely helped you along, pumpkin.

Sephiroth’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t trying to knock Cloud up!”

My poor baby. You don’t understand what you were doing, then.

Without a single word to say to that, Sephiroth put his hands in his pockets and pouted.

Try to see it. Your children are a part of you, and a part of your mate. They’re also a part of me. They’ll live, make new, then pass on… but we’ll all keep on living. Them, you, me, your human boy. We’ll all be a family. We’ll all take the universe for our own, we’ll drink the energy of everything we touch. Forever. Isn’t that wonderful?

Sephiroth’s eyes fluttered. He wasn’t sure if it was the eggs sitting on his emotions or his mother and her way of convincing him of the oddest things… but that did sound wonderful. Living forever, claiming everything as his and giving the middle finger to life on this planet as it was known… it sounded damn good.

And the best part of all was that Cloud was invited, too.

Jenova felt his relief. She also felt his thoughts and apprehensions as his mental wall came down and he invited her into his psyche.

Your Cloud took you away from me, right when I finally had you. But I forgive him, because he’s made you happy. He softened my heart to the humans, as a result. He will live, but the rest are garbage. The rest must go. They’ll fertilize the soil of this wasteland of a planet and support our needs until it’s time for us to move on.

Sephiroth nodded. Why not? Who cared? As long as he had Cloud, everyone else could suck it.

Their lineage would rule the universe.

…Cloud would never have to know.

That’s the best route. I don’t think a human would be able to understand our plans. Your wall is down, now Sephiroth. Welcome back.

Sephiroth swallowed and looked down at himself curiously. “If Cloud won’t know… that means they’re going to be normal?”

They’ll each grow, healthy from your body. They’ll make more very soon.

Sephiroth smirked. “Even if they’re gay. You’re a tricky lady.”

The answer was obvious with you. I would have told you all about my ideas, but you never come to see me… so it was a surprise for you.

“It was very surprising,” Sephiroth muttered. Then he remembered one of the main reasons he wanted to talk to his mother. A gift for Cloud. “…What are they?”

I already explained.

“I mean, what sex are they?”

You’ll have four boys, and a girl.

Sephiroth looked down at himself, as if trying to see some sort of evidence of this. There was a woman inside of him. What a strange turn of events.

You should speak to them. They long to hear your voice.

Sephiroth rolled his eyes at her. “Cloud’s been talking to them for weeks. I’m sure they’re tired of hearing my voice, as well.”

Cloud is right. They hear and understand everything he says, and everything you say. There’s sadness there as a result.

Sephiroth pursed his lips. He hadn’t said anything directly to them. But he had been speaking a lot about them.

He thought back to his own childhood, about how he was raised. He thought about what was said to him when he was little. He was openly referred to as a monster throughout his entire life, until he left for the military. His heart struck a chord of pain to think that he was doing the very same thing to the little people inside of him, even before they entered the light of the world.

If there’s anything you want to say to them, they’ll hear you.

He thought about what he always wanted to hear when he was a child. What he never heard from anybody until he was already a man and jaded enough to half disbelieve it.

“…I know you’re in there,” Sephiroth said carefully down at himself. “… and I think I want you, now.”

Jenova didn’t saying anything.

Sephiroth swallowed and his hands flattened against his stomach inside of his pockets. “I want you.”

Suddenly, he felt something strange. Something that almost shocked a gasp from him.

He felt them. But not only that, he could hear them sleeping. He heard their little hearts beating steadily and gently.

Sephiroth’s eyes widened when he felt one of them move. He felt the tiny thing shift inside of its’ egg, almost nuzzling against him from the inside. He heard another one sigh a little bit, and couldn’t help but think that the little sound was restless and somewhat impatient. Another one hiccupped slightly.

Sephiroth listened to the little nuances of his children’s movements, and then looked up at Jenova in wonder.

They’re speaking to you, now.

Sephiroth smiled. “Whichever one is on my bladder, roll over a little bit.”

The little eggs had no reply for that. Figures.

You need your rest. Bring them here to see me periodically. And bring Cloud. Jenova said softly. My cells are in all of you, but it’s nice to have everyone together.

Sephiroth touched the glass one more time before he shut his mother into her chamber. He turned around and looked at Aerith, who shamelessly held a tape recorder in her hand.

She quickly shut it off and shoved it into her pocket, and approached cautiously, “How’d it go?”

Sephiroth smirked. “Went good. Four boys and a girl.”

Aerith clapped and shook her fists happily. “That’s wonderful, Cloud’s going to be so excited… can I check a few things?”

She led him to an examination room in the reactor and quickly checked every vital sign, reflex, and measurement. He was the same as when he’d gone in, which was a relief.

“I’m ready to go back,” He said. “I feel… a lot calmer about this.”

“So they’re not little monsters after all?” She asked with a smile.

“No more than I am…” Sephiroth said softly.

Aerith cupped his cheek warmly, and then gasped. “Oh! Cherry pie!”

Sephiroth’s eyes widened. “Oh!”

And so they high tailed it back to town to indulge a little before going gassing up the helicopter, and then flying home.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

It was the middle of the night when the helicopter landed on the top of the Shin-Ra building. Sephiroth and Aerith were both exhausted, and were also surprised to find two people waiting for them once the blades stopped spinning.

Zack and Cloud both approached the helicopter. Zack was smiling and happy as usual, his stride bouncing with positive energy. Cloud on the other hand, looked livid. Sephiroth opened up his door and didn’t get out. He simply held out his arms and hugged Cloud as he rushed at him angrily.

Cloud paused, not expecting it. He snarled and gripped Sephiroth into a rough embrace. “You just had to go, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Sephiroth said softly, leaning back slightly to kiss his unprepared lips.

Cloud felt some of his anger and hurt abate with Sephiroth’s affectionate tone and loving demeanor. “…Are you alright?”

“You have four boys, Cloud. And a girl.”

Cloud had been exhausted with worry the past day. He felt tears of relief and joy form to see Sephiroth safe, and surprisingly calm and benevolent. He had to admit silently to himself that despite his rallying for the eggs from the get go, he was slightly nervous about their origin and intention. At the very least he was concerned that they’d be born deformed or perhaps unable to properly function.

Cloud slipped his arms around Sephiroth’s neck, “…So they’re ours? They’re not going to hurt you or me?”

Sephiroth opened his eyes and stared into the city of Midgar. It wouldn’t be a lie. They would not hurt them. All they were going to do was live. They were going to be happy, love one another, and make grandchildren. For this lifetime, for this existence, and for right then… they were going to be just fine.

“They’re our kids, Cloud,” Sephiroth firmly affirmed with the truth in his heart. “They’re going to be healthy, normal, and all ours.”

“I love you!” Cloud sniffed as all of his dreams came true at once.

Sephiroth felt that relief too, and hugged Cloud tightly. “I love you, too.”

Zack drove them home as they dozed against each other on the backseat. He’d been supporting Cloud the past day since he knew Aerith was fully competent in flying, and since she was actually answering her phone, ensuring their safety. He looked at Sephiroth in the rearview, leaning against the top of Cloud’s head and stroking his cheek with his fingertips.

He knew Sephiroth showed love in odd ways, but seeing him openly displaying his intimacy with Cloud was like seeing him for the first time. He knew behind closed doors he was very possessive and nurturing to him, but seeing it with his eyes made his heart swell a little.

He reached out his hand and took Aerith’s, who seemed to understand exactly what he was thinking.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cloud was coming home earlier and earlier as his final days of being a full time SOLDIER were coming to a close for the next three years. He spent his evenings with Sephiroth preparing to leave the apartment they’d shared, and move into the flat where they would raise their family.

It was everything Cloud thought it would be. Everywhere he looked he saw things in baby-vision; the outside patio next to the pool would be perfect for playing, the bathroom with the huge tub would fit them all for bath time, the kitchen would easily house five high chairs – the dining room was reserved for adults, and when they were grown enough to eat by themselves. The place was large and the views were gorgeous at seventeen stories up. Also, Cloud finally had a pool to call his own.

Sephiroth and Cloud chose their room. It was a toss up between one with a private bathroom, and one with a gorgeous view. They decided in the end on the one with the bathroom to better facilitate daddy alone time. They planned on keeping all five babies in the room right next door until they grew enough to spread out to the other rooms. In the meantime, they would serve as guest rooms for the droves of visitors that were certain to want to spend time with the babies over the next couple of years. Also, the General could enjoy his gym until his new one at HQ was constructed. Old man Shin-Ra had been so stunned by the sudden leave of absence that he was falling over himself to get his famous silver General back to work.

Not only was Sephiroth getting a private gym, he was also getting a brand spanking new office, which was pretty fucking impressive just for a little bit of sick leave. Genesis and Angeal were beyond jealous, mostly because they knew Sephiroth was unable to get sick and figured since Cloud put it for his own leave, that they were enjoying an extended vacation together. If they only knew! But the point was, they didn’t know. It was one shining point of happiness in Sephiroth’s current position, and he couldn’t wait to go back to work and rub it in their faces. Of course, being knocked up was a high price to pay for a little preferential treatment, but he would take what he could get.

Cloud was dying to spill the news to everyone and anyone, but he kept it inside. He was as proud, excited and happy as any father to be had ever been in the history of the universe. But with a windfall of sudden changes, came the cold shock of fear and anxiety.

The last night in their bed at their empty apartment, Cloud stared up around him at the now empty room where so many wonderful things had happened. They’d made love more times than he could ever count, they’d wrapped presents for each other while the other was away, they’d fought viciously only to be able to make up again, they’d redecorated and had talked to each other in the dark. They’d made babies there.

Sephiroth was the one to insist that they’d move, but Cloud had quickly warmed to the idea. He was in love with the pretty new place they’d be living. He loved his children, tiny little sweethearts that were getting bigger everyday. He knew he was going to love his new life as a father, and a role model, and a caregiver.

But he was going to miss the place he’d lived with Sephiroth. He was going to miss his budding military career. He was going to miss being serious, sweaty and dirty. He was going to miss swinging his sword and catching the proud, appreciative and seductive look in Sephiroth’s eyes when they passed each other while on the clock.

It was trading one wonderful life in for a new, equally wonderful life. Equal, but different. He felt that prickly stir of anxious excitement again, harder through his core. He swallowed and turned around to face Sephiroth, finding his green eyes open.

They glowed gently in the dark, looking at him. They warmed when they met his own, which glowed a blue that appeared to be two small skies full of sunshine in the dark room.

As bright as the blue eyes were, they were worried. “Seph…”

“What?” Sephiroth asked tokenly. He knew what was on his lover’s mind, he was simply inviting him to speak.

“You alright?” Cloud asked instead of saying what was on his mind.

“Are you?”

“I can’t sleep. I’m nervous.”

“Close your eyes and count…” Sephiroth whispered, and began stroking a hand slowly through Cloud’s hair, smoothing the feathery blonde spikes against his skull.

“How can you sleep?” Cloud asked, yawning despite himself. When Sephiroth wanted him to sleep, his voice and movements were almost hypnotic. “…Everything’s just… so fucking crazy.”

“It’s easy for me to sleep, because I’m exhausted. I’m also content in the knowledge that while everything might be fucking crazy right now, within the next few months we are going to establish a new normal. I look forward to normal, whatever it’s going to be.”

Cloud’s eyes closed as he moved his head against Sephiroth’s hand. “…Maybe we should have saved the move for later, after the babies are older… maybe it’s too much at once.”

Sephiroth shook his head. “This is a new time in our lives. A new place will help with the changes. Psychologically.”

Cloud opened his eyes and lifted his hand to let his fingers stroke Sephiroth’s hair in return. “… I’ll miss this time in our lives.”

“Don’t,” Sephiroth advised. “We’re always going to be here, just you and me without a damn thought in our heads about procreation. In my mind, when I think about coming home to you, I’m going to think about this place. When I think about coming home to you, plus five alien brats, I’m going to think about our new place. Trust me, it’ll make it easier.”

Cloud smiled. “I trust you.”

A smile touched Sephiroth’s lips also, and he began to caress Cloud’s hair in less of a calming manner, and more of a seductive one. His fingers tightened around a handful of blonde and pulled him closer.

They made love in that room one more time. Sephiroth pushed Cloud’s slim legs up and back, and the empty space that once separated their flat, toned bodies was filled with the mutants… the kids... Sephiroth didn’t think about them, he only marveled at how Cloud wrapped his legs around his waist and held him there, and how perfect the fit was. That void between two hard sheets of muscle was now something that was made of both of them.

That fact alone made it tolerable.

Better than tolerable. It made Sephiroth think about loving them.

But he couldn’t, just yet. Instead, he focused on loving Cloud.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The move was done in a flash.

Zack ordered a squad of grunts to do the heavy lifting. He borrowed a few tanks to carry it across town. He even had the army police escort the items to the new place. Between collecting the boxes and furniture, driving it to the new residence, and placing everything neatly in the proper room, the entire move from start to finish took less than an hour.

This all occurred while Cloud and the General were at HQ for an appointment with Aerith. Zack called Cloud to let them know the task was complete, and both he and Sephiroth were extremely impressed with the finesse of the operation. Clearly having Zack Fair organize a move was the only way to go.

While the burden of that was off of their minds, Aerith performed their latest ultrasound. The eggs had grown enough that only two were visible on the screen, both little boys were curled sleepily. One sucked on his thumb peacefully. The other was sucking on his own tail, both hands wrapped around it and kneading softly.

“Sephiroth!…” Cloud cooed, unable to handle it. He grinned and hugged Sephiroth’s arm, burying his face against the hard muscle in the attempt to smother his adoration. The sheer cuteness that occurred daily inside his life partner threatened to make him explode.

Aerith grinned, but tried to remain composed. “They’re all probably aware of their tales as a limb, then. I was wondering about that… goodness, they’re growing fast. If it were a normal pregnancy, I’d say that we could induce labor.”

“When?” Sephiroth hungrily snapped.

Aerith laughed a little behind her hand. “Probably another week. But we can’t do that with you though, we need to let it happen naturally to make sure they’re fully developed. We can’t be sure how long they’ll need your internal heat.”

Sephiroth slumped moodily. “They’re eggs. Can’t I shit them out and we incubate them or something?”

“Seph, gross,” Cloud tsked.

“Shut up,” Sephiroth frowned, brushing his embrace away. “I want this over, already. I’m fucking… huge.”

Aerith just shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do. I’m won’t risk those babies for anything. You’ll cook them for a full nine months if you have to.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes into a scowl. “You said I had six weeks with their growth rate. And that was seven weeks ago! You telling me I might need to fucking sit on them for longer? No way!”

Aerith crossed her arms and smiled. “Why don’t you get a second opinion? There are hundreds of OB/GYNs in this city. Make sure to give me their number so I can fax your pregnancy records over to them right away. I’m sure they’d want their findings to be included in my book, as well.”

Sephiroth’s eyes widened, then he snarled and crossed his arms over his stomach in defeat. Cloud threw Aerith a broad grin. She’d learned how to handle the General well in their time together.

When Cloud was driving home, he actually drove right past home on the way to their old home. And it took Sephiroth longer than he would have liked to notice and tell him to turn around and head to the new place.

It was their place, now.

They entered and locked the door behind them. Their things were in it, but they both felt a little small in the massive, sprawling apartment. The old place wasn’t tiny, but was far more enclosed and intimate.

Here, it was all daylight and windows, open areas and high views. They’d immediately agreed that they adored it. There was nothing it lacked… except for the feeling that it was actually home. Cloud went to one window overlooking the outside area where the pool was, gazing out as a distant, almost melancholy look settled on his face.

Sephiroth nudged his arm. “I’m hot. Let’s go skinny dipping.”

And so they stripped off their clothes and jumped in. Why not? It was theirs!

They splashed around like little children, dunking each other’s heads under and chasing one another around in the water. Sephiroth wouldn’t dream of being treated too delicately, and tormented Cloud until he attacked without reserve. They played until the sky grew dark and Sephiroth was too hungry to continue. So he gathered Cloud up in his arms and carried him inside wet and dripping. They air dried and ordered takeout, then ate on their old couch surrounded by unpacked boxes while making plans and enjoying the newness of it all.

They made their bed and slipped into it. Cloud curled against Sephiroth’s side, kissing him anywhere his lips landed. “You were right about this. You weren’t right about everything, but you were right about this.”

Sephiroth smiled in satisfaction. He didn’t mind being wrong, just once.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sephiroth had never been attached to his fortune, but had never really indulged too much in spending it. He never felt like a wealthy man. He never felt like the money was his. It was blood money. It was Shin-Ra’s money. His true value lied only in his strength and his position.

Cloud didn’t mind spending it, though. He didn’t mind spending it at all.

The baby room began to fill with things that were blue, soft green, and covered in chibi SOLDIERs and dinosaurs and puppies. He also bought things for their little girl, tiny dresses and onesies covered in ladybugs and bunnies. There were blankets, there were bottles, and there were soft toys, strollers that fit up to three babies each, pacifiers, diapers, hats, and clothes, clothes, clothes!

But Cloud was curious as to what to feed the babies when they arrived. He wanted to stock up on baby formula, and there were so many different types. Some for preemie babies, some for healthy ones, some for overweight babies, some for lactose intolerant babies, and some for little angels with sensitive digestion.

They didn’t exactly have a formula for cold-blooded babies.

He came home with his daily armload of baby items and found Sephiroth without a shirt, snoozing peacefully on the couch. Cloud approached him quietly, listening intently to his breathing to be certain he wasn’t sneaking too loudly.

Once he was next to Sephiroth, he took a good look at his chest. It was always muscular, toned, and rounded just so. While his stomach was obviously pregnant, his chest wasn’t gaining any roundness. No milk.

Cloud reached out gently and cupped one of Sephiroth’s pecs, feeling for any sort of squishiness or fat building up. He felt the nipple harden under his palm, and couldn’t help himself. He ran his thumb over it.

Sephiroth snorted in his sleep and shot awake, his eyes zeroing in on Cloud, then on Cloud’s hand still squeezing his chest. “…What the hell are you doing?”

“…Molesting you in your sleep,” Cloud answered immediately.

Sephiroth narrowed one eye suspiciously. “You were checking me for tits!”

“…No, I was just molesting you in your sleep,” Cloud repeated, his hand slowly retracting from the non-existent man boob.

Sephiroth smiled coldly. “I’m not growing tits.”

“I don’t know what kind of formula to get for the babies,” Cloud admitted.

“Get it somewhere else!” Sephiroth growled, and shoved Cloud away.

Cloud laughed. “I’m not trying to milk you, just… seeing if you had any helpful features, that’s all.”

Sephiroth rolled away from Cloud, covered himself with a pillow from the couch. “We’ll ask Aerith at my appointment tomorrow. Goddamn it if these kids don’t hurry up and get the fuck out of me, I’m gonna start chugging laxatives.”

“I’ll remind you of how eager you are to give birth when it’s actually happening,” Cloud smirked and tittered into the kitchen to make dinner before Sephiroth could throw something at him.

He could throw his voice easily, though. “I swear to you Cloud Strife! I will not be a happier man than when these brats make their way out!”

“Never happier?” Cloud called with a grin.

“Never fucking happier!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

That night, Sephiroth sat straight up in bed.

He looked up at the ceiling, all ten fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

He swallowed the shout that rose in his throat, and only a stifled, strained noise escaped him. He breathed in a rush of air, and expelled it.

He looked over at Cloud, wondering what to do. Wake him? Let him sleep? Go to the bathroom? Try to take a shit? Call Aerith? Eat something?

He swallowed again as another fierce storm of pain shot through his body. It was worse than being hit by a bolt materia. It was worse than being sliced open with a knife. It was worse than heartbreak, worse than torture, even worse than having his eyebrows plucked by Cloud.

It was pain unlike anything else. Sephiroth was terrified.

The fear multiplied when the pain eased away. It eased away almost to nothing, but loomed very nearby. As soon as he accepted his own hysterical fear, he heard himself whisper, “Cloud. Cloud. Cloud!”

By the third call of his name, Cloud came awake. “Seph? What?”

Sephiroth opened his mouth, then closed it. His breath came out in short, terrified spurts. His eyes were wide in the dark.

Cloud didn’t have to make him say it. He shot up to his feet, and hastily began to get dressed.

“I’m gonna call Aerith, she’s gonna meet us at the lab. We’ve already got a red alert plan in place to get everyone out of the way so we’ll have access to the executive entrance. I’ve got shit packed, I’ve got the keys,” Cloud snatched them from the nightstand and shoved them in his pocket while still pulling up his pants. “I’m going to help you downstairs, we’re going to drive there. Then I’ll call Aerith, and she’ll meet us there. I already said that. Everything’s going to be alright!”

Sephiroth allowed him to babble, his pain momentarily subsided with his entertainment at watching Cloud trip all over himself. But with utmost grace and care, he knelt in front of Sephiroth on the bed, his frantic fluttering about the room finally come to a halt.

“I just love you to pieces,” He said, his small hands cupping Sephiroth’s face.

“I love you, too,” Sephiroth couldn’t help but return.

They smiled at each other, when suddenly Sephiroth’s eyes filled with agony and clenched shut. Cloud gasped a little and squeezed his shoulders. “Seph!”

“Ready to fucking go?” Sephiroth asked tensely. There was one thing that spurred him despite the pain. Not the babies’ arrival. Not Cloud. Not even the thought of finally inhabiting his body alone.

One thing and one thing only was his light at the end of this tunnel.

Aerith had drugs for him. Good ones.

A/N

1 – There’s something really important about this story that I think a lot of you people might have glossed over, or missed somehow. I guess it’s my fault, perhaps if I was a more skilled writer I could have made it a little less abstract and a little more literal. So it’s my job at this point to let you know what might not be completely obvious – This is MPREG!!!!!!
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