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Nov 5, 2017 8:31 AM
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What the title says. This thread will be a collection of my Gungrave fics written for various contests at fanfiction.net. I've posted a few at this board (and they'll be linked on this thread), but since I still have a lot unposted, I decide to keep it in one thread. It's also to avoid flooding the board like what I did at fanfiction.net and AO3. Since these are all contest entries for general forums, fandom knowledge is not necessary. But in case you need some, go check: Fandom Primer Gungrave wikia Aftermath fan series wikia (by BlueFlameWarrior) TABLE OF CONTENTS (WIP) A Tale of Hate and Love (Gungrave anime) Bedridden and Bored (Aftermath fan series) For the Sake of Survival (Aftermath fan series) Halloween Night Fever (Aftermath fan series) Her Tears (Overdose game) Lessons from the Streets (Aftermath fan series) Lost Leg (Aftermath fan series) Mother Tiger and Her Cubs (Aftermath fan series) Pain Perception (Aftermath fan series) Recollection (Gungrave anime) The Chivalrous Thug (Gungrave anime) The Will to Live (Gungrave anime/Aftermath fan series) LABELS Gungrave anime - Based on the anime canon. Overdose game - Based on the second game canon. Aftermath fan series - Set after the anime, in an extended universe by me. |
The_BiologistMar 18, 2018 3:39 AM
Nov 5, 2017 8:33 AM
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The Will to Live Summary: Brandon's will to live had gone to the grave along with Dr. Tokioka. But with Mika around, it might just resurface again. Written for: Caesar's Palace Monthly Oneshot Contest - Prompt: "You make me want to live, [Rowan]. Not survive; not exist. Live." - Aelin Ashryver Galathynius in Queen of Shadows. Caesar's Palace Challenge: Summer Olympics - Table Tennis: "Write a hurt/comfort story." Brandon's will to live had gone to the grave along with Dr. Tokioka. No renewal therapy meant an impending doom; he could feel the approaching death as he walked. The night breeze no longer refreshed his body; instead, it now chilled him to the core like the arctic wind. And his left arm... Lee's blade had torn its muscles, while Bear's fist had smashed the bones within. His dying regeneration system might have restored its appearance and some of its mobility, but another strong blow would surely destroy it. He had to face the loss of his arm soon, because he hadn't settled his score with Harry. That murderer - a tyrant in Millennion, his former friend - still had a bodyguard with him. Shutting the roll-up door, Brandon heard a child's cry. A pair of tiny arms then snaked around his waist, and he looked down. Mika... That poor girl must've known his incoming demise. "Grave, please stop fighting," she begged, crying into his stomach. "I don't want to be all alone." He could only hug her back. === Brandon had first thought of getting his revenge done, liberating Millennion, and avenging Mika's parents by killing Harry. Yet when he met that murderer, memories of their past in the orphanage swept him. He remembered how Harry greeted him with a smile, ran around the field with him to chase a piece of flying cloth, and snapped at the orphanage's crazy boss for beating them up... Those had prevented his trigger finger from moving. Worse yet, they had forced his body to take a barrage of bullets for Harry. If Mika saw this, what would she say? As he lay on the ground, bruised, battered, and dying, he realized that he had made the wrong choice. He should've killed Harry instead of protecting him. But then, his mind projected a piece of flying cloth in the sky, reminding him of the moment he ran around the field with little Harry. "I've chosen my best friend over Millennion," he muttered, tears escaping from his eye, "but I have no regrets." His words resulted in a crying Harry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything, Brandon!" Brandon nodded slightly. "There's nothing left in this world." He pointed his gun at Harry's head. "Let's go home, Harry." After a brief pause, Harry also pointed his gun at him. "Yes, let's do it, Brandon." They pulled the triggers and...bang. But only Harry received a gaping wound on his head. How was this possible? Brandon could swear that he had seen Harry pulling the trigger of his gun! Perhaps Harry's pistol had no bullets? He wasn't sure. "Brandon! Brandon! Brandon!" That scream came from afar, but it pierced both his eardrums and heart. Mika... She didn't even call him by his alias now. Damn, what would she say if she found out about what he had done? It felt as though the universe hated him with burning passion. And his will to live fell deeper into the darkness of the grave. === Initially, Brandon had thought Mika would scorn him for not killing Harry, and her pleading with Biscoe to save him would only serve to torture him. But his assumption had been incorrect; instead of chiding him for his treasonous deed, she had hugged him and said, "You're my family, Brandon, and I'll always love you." Tears of joy had leaked out of his eye almost in an instant. This morning, as he lay on his bed with an oxygen mask, he heard a creak from the trailer's door. Rising to a sitting position, he saw Mika stepping in with a folded newspaper in her hand. "Wow, you're already up?" She smiled, slamming the door shut. "You're feeling better now?" He replied with a nod and a smile. After taking off her shoes, Mika rushed to him and handed the newspaper. "Didn't want you to feel bored." She climbed onto his bed. "If you need anything else, just tell me." Brandon couldn't help but shed a few tears at this. I have to repay her once I recover. Pulling her into his one-armed embrace, he spoke in a muffled voice, "Do you know? You make me want to live, Mika. Not survive; not exist. Live." "Really?" Brandon nodded. His will to live had resurfaced from the grave. |
The_BiologistNov 9, 2017 7:31 AM
Nov 6, 2017 5:16 AM
#3
Lost Leg Summary: Brandon considered his prosthetic leg as part of his body. It was imperfect like his dying leg before it left him, but it let him do some physical activities every day. Then it broke, and he felt like losing his leg once again. Written for: Writers Anonymous Broken Object Writing Challenge Brandon's prosthetic knee didn't budge when he struck the lower ground with his sound foot. The rubbish-laden plastic bag slipped out of his hand as his face hit the concrete. Damn prosthesis. A fall always spawned those words in his mind, but his anger would never last for more than a second. That defective artificial leg was part of him - more like his dying limb before it left him. Standing with it felt like having only one leg supporting his body, yet it could still provide him some mobility. This enabled some physical activities to keep him healthy. And he cared for it as much as his lost leg. The doctor had told him that cleaning the socket would suffice, but he always wiped its exterior with a cloth after a walk. He never hesitated to wear a mismatched pair of shoes just to protect the synthetic foot either. Stretching his neck, Brandon picked up the plastic bag with his jagged teeth. Then he pushed himself up with his only hand, instinctively taking a few small steps backwards once he stood. After taking the plastic bag from his mouth, Brandon elbowed the trailer's door shut and began hobbling across the windless labyrinth of cars. Time to throw away the rubbish and grab the free newspaper from the lobby. Mika, his little protégé, would definitely love a clean home and something to kill boredom after a stressful day at school. And if I keep training like this, Mr. Biscoe will soon let me work. I can start paying my debt. A huge garbage bin stood at the corner of the parking basement, with empty cigarette packs and soda cans scattered around it. Approaching it with a sigh, Brandon wondered if throwing garbage in its place was that hard. A little girl like Mika could even complete that task without a fuss. Brandon threw the plastic bag into the half-empty waste bin and limped away from the chaos. Even if he'd had a better prosthetic leg, he wouldn't bother with the rubbish on the floor. Picking them up would only strain his back, and some irresponsible guardsmen would soon make a mess again. As he hobbled towards the elevator, dullness gradually built up in his back. Knowing what impeded mobility would cause, he decided to rest on the empty bench beside the elevator. However, he couldn't help but growl at the absence of the guardsmen around. Even if they were hungry, they should at least, leave a man behind to watch over the area. Sitting on the bench and wiping the sweat off his temple, Brandon looked at his stretched prosthesis. Even if its immobile knee turned him into a laughingstock whenever he sat down, he would never want to get rid of the artificial leg. Without it, he wouldn't have the ability to walk for a lifetime. His lost foot throbbed as he waited. Smiling, Brandon slipped his fingers into his shoe and rubbed his synthetic foot. Funny how this trick always alleviated the phantom sensation; not even Dr. William could explain why. But Brandon suspected that his mind had something to do with it. Since the day he had his prosthesis on and considered it as part of his body, the strange feeling attacked him less often. And when it did, it only haunted him briefly. Suddenly, the elevator door opened. A brunette man in a black suit stepped out of it, a bottle of water and a newspaper in his grasp. "Sorry, Sir. I just ran out of water." Understandable, Brandon thought with a nod, but you shouldn't have left this area completely unprotected. "But really, as long as you're here, I don't think people will dare to mess around the basement." Putting the bottle of water and newspaper down on the bench, he sat beside Brandon. "A necrolyzer like you can pound them into the dirt with ease." What if the attackers come with anti-necrolyze rifles in their hands? Pulling his fingers out of his shoe, Brandon sighed. "I can't take out a group of people quickly, Daniel. I can't throw cars with just an arm." "Use a gun then. Everybody knows you're fantastic with firearms." Still too slow. However, Daniel's words managed to carve a smile on Brandon's face. "You wanna go to the lobby to grab the newspaper as usual?" Brandon nodded, and Daniel laughed softly. "You can take mine if you're feeling lazy." Brandon's smile faded at that. I leave the trailer to train my body. With a thrust from his hand, he rose to his feet. Slowly, he limped towards the elevator and pushed the "up" button beside it. === Chilly wind blew across the lobby of Millennion Tower, which Brandon liked. Microbes would never thrive on his cool and dry skin. However, a few guardsmen there looked at him funny, troubling his heart a little. Ignoring the guards, he walked unevenly around the foyer with an aching back. After swiping today's newspaper from the stand, he sat on the steel bench beside it. He held the paper up to shield him from the bothersome guardsmen. Unfortunately, the front page of the newspaper didn't interest him. Well, when would that kind of thing exist anyway? Money talked way too much; only something good for a mafia organization's publicity would make it to the headline news. As he flipped the newspaper with his thumb, his lost toes twitched. Brandon simply nudged the synthetic foot with his healthy one. With the phantom sensation dissipating, his mind began to wander. If this defective prosthesis broke... No. This prosthesis must never break. He snarled. This is part of my body, even if it isn't perfect. It gives me the chance to walk. He decided to check the other pages. Aside from the crossword section, the health page often drew him in. It sometimes gave him tips to keep Mika healthy, although they didn't always work. Once, after learning about the health benefits of dark chocolate, he'd suggested Mika snack on it instead of other types of confections. But it only ended up with her eating it begrudgingly due to its sheer bitterness and her respect to him. Today, though, nothing in that section caught his attention. Information about how to prevent stroke didn't sound useful for a kid, except maybe for educational purposes. As he flipped the page again, a man's voice called him, "You are very impatient. And stubborn. You haven't undergone the physiotherapy even once, yet you walk around with that defective prosthesis." It sounded too hoarse to be a guardsman's voice, but if it happened to be Biscoe and he didn't react to it, what would the mob boss think of him? Brandon lowered the newspaper hesitantly, but at the sight of Biscoe, he smiled in relief. Sitting beside him, Biscoe grumbled, "It's not like resting will hurt you." You said so because you never spent many days confined to your bed, Brandon mumbled in his heart. You don't know how it feels to have your muscles locking up on you. "Admittedly, I'm impressed with you. You actually walk pretty well," Biscoe said. "What makes you so eager to practice walking? Is it just so that you can leave your bed or wheelchair?" "It's to keep my body strong. It's so that I can pay my debt." "Debt?" "You spent a lot to restore my life." "Nobody asked you to return the favor, silly boy." Biscoe placed a hand on Brandon's shoulder. "We're a family. We're supposed to help each other without expecting anything in return." But if you only give and never take, you'll run out of things to give. Brandon only nodded, though. Never had he liked arguing with his superior. "Return to the trailer and rest up, Brandon. It's better for you." Biscoe stood up. Walking away, he added, "Remember. Nothing good will come from impatience and obstinacy." === Brandon failed to see his activity as a manifestation of impatience and obstinacy. He had grown tired of lying on the bed; it had pained him when he waited for his incision to heal. Every night, never had he managed to close his eye before he found a more comfortable position on the bed. Stepping out of the elevator and into the parking basement, he heard Daniel say from beside him, "It took pretty long, didn't it?" Brandon nodded, limping away from Daniel. After talking to Biscoe, he had spent some time hobbling around the lobby and the ground level parking lot. The activity had invigorated his body, although the increasingly unstable prosthetic ankle had threatened to knock him down several times. If his back hadn't acted up again and his sweat hadn't drenched his shirt until it clung to his skin, he would've wandered around the basement instead of going home. With the trailer's door opened, he struck the ledge with his sound foot before lifting his artificial leg. His ears registered a thump from behind, and the metal floor rose to meet his face. He got up with a thrust from his hand, but he never managed to land his synthetic foot on the ground. For a lifetime, he would never manage to do that again, since the foot had left the artificial leg. Striking the ground with the rod of his prosthesis led to another fall. But he quickly rose to his feet again, only to topple almost in an instant. And a snap resounded, telling Brandon that his prosthesis - his leg - couldn't take it anymore. This isn't right! This can't be happening to me! He looked back. His synthetic foot lay outside the trailer. A broken rod along with metal scraps created a trail behind him. My leg... Not my leg! Tears streaming out of his widened eye, Brandon let out an anguished howl and smashed the metal floor with his fist. From now on, an hour would feel like a day. === "You still walked some more after talking with me, didn't you?" Standing in front of his bed, Biscoe sighed. "I've told you. Nothing good will come from impatience and obstinacy. You pushed your prosthesis beyond its limit. Now, you didn't even have the chance to walk." A roar burst out of Brandon's mouth. His anger fueled his lost leg to kick the mob boss in the face, but only the residual limb moved, saving Biscoe from a potentially fatal injury and Brandon from a crime. Realizing that, he murmured, "I'm sorry." "Never mind." Biscoe turned around and began walking away. "Rest well, Brandon." Before he left the trailer, though, he stopped to look at his watch. "Miss Mika is coming home soon. Your day won't be too boring again. Trust me." Once Biscoe closed the trailer's door, Brandon let his mind wander. This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't walked too much. But without a strenuous exercise, he would never learn to walk by himself, and his body would lose most of its strength. In the future, he would never have the chance to repay Biscoe. Will Mr. Biscoe fix my prosthesis? For a moment, he thought it was impossible. Biscoe might assume that he would break it again with his impatience and obstinacy. Suddenly, his lost leg flexed, wanting him to get up and walk again. Stop bothering me! He slammed his stump against the bed, terminating the phantom sensation almost in an instant. But a few seconds later, it bothered him again. Frustration hurt his head, and his throat was parched from crying. Tired of everything, Brandon remembered his assumption about the phantom sensation. His mind - everybody's mind - was a powerful thing; one could solve his or her problem with that alone. Forget about it. It's not like you've lost everything. Maybe someday, Mr. Biscoe will understand and fix the prosthesis. You just need to be patient. With that, gentle darkness swept him away, granting him the peaceful rest he needed. |
The_BiologistNov 9, 2017 7:31 AM
Nov 6, 2017 6:35 AM
#4
The Will to Live has always been my fav. No, the whole Betray Me Not series is awesome. There's barely any action, but the top-notch drama makes up for it. As for The Will to Live, it's mainly because it is set during the last few episodes of the anime and then continues towards your extended universe. I don't think there has been a lot of post-canon fics around; even if there is, they're insignificant unlike this one. One word: FEELZ! See? You portrayed Brandon's angst so, so well. During the first scene, he's dying, and he has resigned to such a fate. But the main problem? He still has an unresolved conflict: Harry. The conflict is a complex one, because on one side, Brandon has to kill Harry for vengeance (killing him and Mika's parents) and accomplishing his duty of protecting Big Daddy's Millennion, but on the other side, Brandon can't kill Harry because Harry used to be his best friend. Brandon chooses the second option, and that's where the anime ends... ...But things continue in your extended universe, and you just break him further lol. I think I recall reading a few other fics (rare) in which Brandon survived, but the consequences of killing Harry/betraying Mika and Millennion are just glossed over. Here, the consequence is so dire for Brandon's psyche, because he chose to betray Big Daddy's Millennion for Harry, AND he's saved by Big Daddy's child... And Brandon's character just makes things even harder. He can't forgive himself, he's too afraid to ask for forgiveness from Mika, yet what delights him the most, at the end, is FORGIVENESS itself! Da feelz, man! The way you include the prompt in the story just adds to the feels. What keeps Brandon go on? Mika. The most touching fact? Mika needs Brandon's love as much as Brandon needs Mika's love. Manly tears are shed. Are you planning to upload Decisions here? I love that one so much! |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Nov 6, 2017 7:06 AM
#5
Thanks for stopping by, impmon! impmontamer03 said: Are you planning to upload Decisions here? I love that one so much! Maybe I'll do it on a separate thread for Betray Me Not and its companions. But not now, since I can't directly copy paste everything from fanfiction.net. I need to first convert everything to BBCode format first (before that, I have to convert the fanfiction.net doc to HTML format) so that the italics etc are all kept here. |
Nov 9, 2017 7:30 AM
#6
The Chivalrous Thug Summary: Brandon's and Maria's relationship drew the attention of a hawker at West District. He wondered why a refined lady would want to date a street thug. Written for: Written for The Song Challenge at The Plight of Little-Known Fandom forum. Prompt: Write a story that gives an outsider's perspective of at least two key characters in your fandom. Choose a location that's ideal for people-watching (e.g., a bar, a saloon, a front porch, a cafeteria, a restaurant, etc.) and write your story from the POV of an outside observer (e.g., an entertainer, a waiter/waitress, an old gossip, etc.), watching your characters and thinking on what they know or guess about them. What insights can we get from seeing your characters as an outsider does? Bonus points, in my book, if you're able to capture the same poignant tone that is present in "The Piano Man." That blonde lady. He couldn't understand why she'd want to go everywhere with a street thug. Those punks never knew how to behave; every day, they would come to steal some hot dogs or money from his stand. Also, according to many of his customers, they liked to prey on ladies. Do your parents know that you're dating this kind of guy? he thought with a scowl. I bet they don't, because you could never roam the streets with him if they did. "Hey," a man's voice called. He shifted his gaze to the chubby guy in front of him. "Ah, yes, how can I help you?" "One hot dog. Gimme a lot of chili sauce." "Right away." As he prepared the hot dog, the man asked, "Why were you looking at those lovebirds? First time seeing a college student dating a street thug?" "Not really." He placed the hot dog on a paper tray. "I'm just wondering if their relationship will end well. You know, one lady is never enough for a thug." "Not all street thugs are that bad." He pointed at the young man beside the blonde lady. "That's Brandon Heat, a member of Harry's gang. From what I heard, he's quite a gentleman." The man smiled. "I think he makes a fine boyfriend for that lady." "Oh, really?" Squeezing a thick trail of sauce along the sausage in the bun, he sighed. "I heard Harry's gang is a bunch of troublemakers." "Have they ever bothered you?" "Not yet." He looked at Brandon and the lady, who currently stood on the pavement across from his stand. Looking at the blonde, the smiling Brandon pointed at his stall. "Maybe I'm their next target." He handed the hot dog to the man. "Fifteen thousand yules." "All right." After paying, the man left while eating the hot dog. "Just telling you. Not all thugs are bad." Not all thugs are bad, huh? He put the money in the jar. I wonder if such thugs exist. When he looked ahead, he found out that Brandon was crossing the street with the lady. Here he comes. "Good afternoon." A voice from beside him never hinted something good. When he turned, he found a lanky man with a knife in his hand. "You again!" "Don't worry." The thug grinned. "Just give me some money and hot dogs, and I'll leave." Street thugs... With a frown and shaky hands, he returned his focus to his stand. As he reached for the money jar, though, he saw Brandon and the lady standing before his stall. Brandon gave the thug a death glare as the woman retreated. "Oh, hey, what a pretty lady you have there!" The thug walked towards Brandon, giving the blonde woman a lecherous gaze. Brandon punched the thug in the face before snatching his knife. Then he pointed the weapon at the thug, a knight in shining armor protecting his princess. "Uh... Bye, Sir!" The thug ran away, beads of sweat trickling down his temple. Knife tucked in his belt, Brandon released the lady and turned to him. "One hot dog, please." "Yes." As he prepared the hot dog in a paper tray, he expected Brandon to run off without paying. But much to his surprise, the young man rummaged his wallet when he told him, "Fifteen thousand yules." Once he took the money, he couldn't help but smile. Brandon handed the hot dog to the lady and earned himself a "thank you," which he returned with a nod and a gentle smile. When they left, he wondered if the lady's parents knew about her relationship with a thug. If he were her father, he wouldn't mind her dating such a knight. I bet that's why she loves him, he thought, keeping the money in the jar. Well, which woman wouldn't want a knight in shining armor in this crime-ridden slum? |
Nov 10, 2017 7:59 AM
#7
Lessons from the Streets Summary Brandon took Mika to the slum and tutored her about the treacherous streets. Written for: The Room: PROMPTAPALOOZA! May Writing Challenge - The Drabble Fic Challenge Awards: The first place winner in The Room: PROMPTAPALOOZA! May Writing Challenge. Prologue "Stop taking Miss Mika to the slum! You're reducing a godfather's posthumous child into a street rat!" But Brandon wouldn't listen. People from wealthy households like Norton only knew prestige, a useless thing in the streets. Those who grew up in the slums survived better; deception could rarely get past them and unlike Millennion agents, they knew to use their fists and boots in fights. And no Millennion guardsmen could match a thug's cautiousness. So today, after reading the weather forecast, he would go against Norton's order again. Imparting his knowledge of the streets was his duty as Mika's "daddy." Lesson 1: Beware of Pickpockets Mika's stomach growled; funny how Brandon could hear that little noise amidst the bustling sea of people. Before she could speak, he had begun searching for a food stall. Seconds later, Brandon walked towards a hotdog stand behind a cluster of people. Mika followed him, only to halt abruptly soon after. Brandon had just seized a man - someone Mika would've deemed as an innocent passerby if she hadn't spotted Brandon's wallet in his hand - by his wrist. "S-sorry!" the man stammered. And Brandon let him run empty-handed. Soon, he smiled at Mika and said, "Pickpockets like crowded areas." Lesson 2: Hygiene First Mika often compared Brandon's hand to a crab's claw. If a bundle of money ever fell into his grasp, it would take some time to pry it out of his grip. "You can't live without money," he always said to support his thriftiness, and Mika agreed with him. Sometimes, though, Brandon would pick a stand that sold food at a higher price. And he did that again today. As Brandon took out his wallet, he repeated what he had often told Mika whenever they searched for a food stall, "Hygiene is important. You'll spend more money if you get sick." Lesson 3: Saving Money With drooping lips, Brandon passed the hotdog to Mika. Sometimes, he wanted to ask her, "Do you always enjoy the food I buy for you?" But it just felt silly. He wouldn't save money and set a good example to Mika if his tender heart got better of him. "What's wrong?" Brandon remained silent, but his face couldn't hide everything from Mika. "I'm not a picky eater. I know how hard it is to earn money. We need a lot of money to provide you the renewal therapy, don't we?" Brandon only knew to smile and pat Mika's head afterwards. Lesson 4: Be Vigilant After eating came hunting. Or training, to be exact. But they needed a scoundrel in the alley, not flies or cockroaches around the trash cans. Mika only needed a bottle of insecticide to get rid of those insects. Minutes later, Brandon suddenly halted, smashing the concrete beneath with his foot before picking up a slab of rock. Mika let out a loud "Huh?" as the pebble flew over her head, but turning around cleared her confusion. A knife-wielding man dashed away from them, clutching his head with his free hand. "Always pay attention to stray footsteps in a desolate place." Lesson 5: The Purpose of Fighting "You can come out now." Hearing Brandon's gentle voice, Mika slipped out of his massive greatcoat. Three thugs lay on the ground, bruised and battered with broken daggers beside them. "I'm scared," she said. "I've often wandered around the alleys with you, but I'm still...scared." "You're just lost." Smiling, Brandon placed a hand on her head. "What did you do whenever Mr. Norton bullied me?" "I yelled at that old fart." "You know what he is?" "A big bad mafioso." "You know, if your purpose of fighting is to protect your loved ones, you can be braver than you think." Epilogue A scowling Norton stood before the trailer, arms crossed with his foot tapping against the floor. Once Brandon and Mika approached him, he snapped, "What kind of guardian are you, Brandon? Taking a godfather's graceful daughter to the streets?" He slapped the necrolyzer. "What do you think she is? A street rat?" Mika knew Brandon would never fight back, so she would do it for him. "He taught me many things, you old fart!" She pulled the trailer's door open. "Ignore him, Brandon. You're always an amazing 'daddy' to me." And she stepped on Norton's foot before entering their home. |
Nov 10, 2017 6:56 PM
#8
W00t! A champion story! I can see why this wins the contest. Stylish (using "Lesson x" instead of "Chapter x"). Also, it's so fun and lighthearted. Mika's the best! You're so good at writing her! Yeah, I never like her in the anime, but here, she's awesome. Cheeky lil' brat... "Big bad mafioso" haha! And as Norton picks on Brandon, she just yells at him and steps on his foot lol! There's such an irony. Brandon may be so badass out there, especially in the streets, but he's helpless against Norton... Meanwhile, Mika is easily terrified in the streets, but against Norton, she can easily deal with him. Now I wonder if you'll be uploading Retribution. It's your best stuff, y'know. Ps. Pressed the post button too soon. |
impmontamer03Nov 10, 2017 7:06 PM
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Nov 11, 2017 4:16 AM
#9
impmontamer03 said: Mika's the best! You're so good at writing her! Yeah, I never like her in the anime, but here, she's awesome. Cheeky lil' brat... "Big bad mafioso" haha! And as Norton picks on Brandon, she just yells at him and steps on his foot lol! If you trudge through the reviews at fanfiction.net, you'll find a lot of reviewers that praise Mika's character. ;) Also, one of the reviewers PM'd me that he/she will be using Mika's character for his/her OC's characterization in his/her upcoming fic... The joy! Especially the fact that this reviewer is blind to Gungrave. impmontamer03 said: Now I wonder if you'll be uploading Retribution. It's your best stuff, y'know. Maybe soon. But it won't belong to this thread because it's not a contest fic. |
Nov 11, 2017 4:39 AM
#10
Mother Tiger and Her Cubs Summary: "How can mother tiger carry her cubs without hurting them? Her teeth are really scary, right?" Similarly, why couldn't Brandon's arm, which had wrecked many bones and safes, crush Mika's ribs when he carried her? Written for: Caesar's Palace Challenge: Summer Olympics - Wrestling Freestyle: "Write anything you want!" Awards: Silver Medal in Summer Olympics - Wrestling Freestyle The hands of the wall clock pointed at seven. Brandon hadn't returned to the trailer, nor had he called with any news. What was taking him so long? Mika thought, putting on her sandals. As far as she knew, Millennion's loan shark department was only opened until four. Even if something went wrong with that blasted crossroad, the traffic jam wouldn't last for more than an hour. Hopping off the trailer's ledge, she slammed the door shut. Her heart pounded quickly as she searched the parking basement for a Millennion guardsman. Daniel must know something; hopefully, nothing bad had happened to Brandon. Without many cars around, it only took a minute to reach the elevator area. Daniel sat on the bench there, watching a soccer game on the hanging TV above. However, he immediately pointed the remote controller at it and pushed a button. Now, Mika saw a tiger and its cubs resting in a cave instead of people running around a field. Putting the remote controller down on the bench, Daniel smiled at her. "Mr. Brandon told me to switch to this channel whenever you came." "Where is he?" "Heard that the loan shark department had one too many clients today." Mika breathed a sigh of relief. At least, she now knew that Brandon was safe and sound. "Why worry so much about him, Miss? He's a necrolyzer. A big and strong one." She only replied with a forced smile. Daniel never intended any offense with the reassurance, but strangely, her mind always registered it as an insult. Sometimes, if she failed to contain her annoyance, she would end up ranting about Brandon's near-death condition last year and how much she appreciated the second chance he'd received. Daniel patted the space beside him. "Sit here. Watch the TV as you wait for him." She complied. Minutes flew by with her looking at nothing but the TV. The tale about tigers left her mouth open in fascination. How could a mother tiger do this amazing thing? In one scene, she had just torn a deer to shreds with her mighty teeth. But when she needed to transport her cubs to safety, she picked them up by the scruffs of their little necks with those scary teeth. Why didn't they leave even a single cut on the little cubs? Is it a mother's love? As the screen went black and the credits began to roll, Mika asked Daniel, "Mister, I've got a question about those tigers." "Ask away. But keep in mind that I'm no expert in this." "How can mother tiger carry her cubs without hurting them? Her teeth are really scary, right?" Daniel scratched his head. "I don't really know. But I guess it's-" Suddenly, something loomed over them. Mika glanced over her shoulder to see an envelope in a huge hand. Looking up, she found a golden eye gazing back at her. That large patch of pale skin on the left side of the face belonged to nobody other than the person she'd been waiting for. "Brandon!" She got up. "You're finally back." Daniel also stood up. Looking at the envelope, he asked, "Well, the loan shark department gave you a bonus?" Brandon nodded, handing the envelope to Mika. "For my safecracking service." "What? How did you guys end up with a safe?" "A stubborn client wasn't at home, so Timothy's team simply grabbed the safe in the house and left." "Let me guess. Everybody spent a lot of time fiddling with the safe until you stepped in." Brandon nodded again. "I wrecked the door with a punch." "I knew it." Daniel laughed, giving Brandon a friendly smack on the back. "Your strength is just that terrifying. I hope you never break things by accident." "Um, let's go home?" Mika asked Brandon. "I want to discuss something with you. About mother tiger and her cubs." "Sure." After bidding farewell to Daniel, they began their journey home. Once they stood in front of the trailer, Mika grabbed the door lever and pulled it open. As she stepped into the trailer, though, her foot struck the bottom of the ledge. The metallic floor drew closer to her face, but a big, brawny arm suddenly wrapped itself around her chest. The firm, yet gentle grip saved her from the fall. Hey, isn't this the arm that has just broken a safe? It's wrapped around me, but I can still breathe easily. With her legs hanging freely in the air, she looked back. Brandon smiled at her, stepping into the trailer with her petite body still in his grasp. Funny how she now felt like the cub in the TV. "Didn't you wreck many things with this arm? But why didn't it break my ribs?" She only received silence as a reply, which challenged her to think harder. "Is it...uh, a daddy's love?" Brandon nodded. "Now, do we still need to discuss mother tiger and her cubs again?" "Huh? How did you know my question?" And again, Brandon challenged her with his silence. "Okay, I know. It's a daddy's instinct." And once again, Brandon nodded, with a proud smile on his scarred face. |
Nov 11, 2017 7:39 PM
#11
The cutest thing ever! No wonder it gets the second place in the Olympics! Even the fiercest beast in the wilderness can be so gentle to their kids, which parallels Brandon's situation. Also, the brief mention of why Mika is so protective in your work is a nice plus. There's some development after the anime ends. :) |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Nov 15, 2017 5:08 AM
#12
Nov 21, 2017 4:59 PM
#13
YESSSSS! Looking forward to it! Hope you can get the crossover up too! |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Nov 23, 2017 12:27 AM
#14
Since I don't usually write in the POV of multiple characters in a chapter, I may want to poke a veteran first before uploading it here. Afraid that it'll be messy because the first chapter features these POVs: Brandon, Royal Knights omniscient (may change to Omegamon), Dorumon. |
Nov 23, 2017 4:05 AM
#15
Huh, Omegamon? You're using JP terms? Would suggest a glossary for JP - dub terms. Y'know, many people know Digimon; I bet a few of your veterans know that (and they're likely to watch the anime dubbed). Maybe do it like: JP - Dub Omegamon - Omnimon Dukemon - Gallantmon Gaia Force - Terra Force Kaiser Nail - Wolf Claw |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Nov 24, 2017 12:43 AM
#16
impmontamer03 said: Huh, Omegamon? You're using JP terms? Would suggest a glossary for JP - dub terms. Y'know, many people know Digimon; I bet a few of your veterans know that (and they're likely to watch the anime dubbed). Maybe do it like: JP - Dub Omegamon - Omnimon Dukemon - Gallantmon Gaia Force - Terra Force Kaiser Nail - Wolf Claw Noted. Thanks for the suggestion. Yeah, coming from Indonesia, I grew up with Indonesian dub, which uses JP terms in general. However, I also played the games, which is why I know the dub terms, too. |
Nov 28, 2017 6:06 PM
#17
These are all good stuff. :-) Mother Tiger is giving me diabetes along with Lessons. I agree about Mika's characterization: she's far more likeable here because she's a fun, cheeky little brat. Meanwhile, Lost Leg and especially The Will to Live hit me right in the feels. It'll be nice if you can upload Betray Me Not series here. The whole series is basically a trip to feelsville! |
Nov 29, 2017 7:49 PM
#18
Knight_Miklotov said: These are all good stuff. :-) Mother Tiger is giving me diabetes along with Lessons. I agree about Mika's characterization: she's far more likeable here because she's a fun, cheeky little brat. Meanwhile, Lost Leg and especially The Will to Live hit me right in the feels. It'll be nice if you can upload Betray Me Not series here. The whole series is basically a trip to feelsville! Thanks for stopping by, Miklotov! Let's see if I have the time to convert the whole BMN series to BBCode. I plan to upload the rest of these contest entries along with Retribution this weekend though. |
Dec 26, 2017 12:08 AM
#19
Recollection Summary: Sometimes, people thought of him as a weirdo simply because he couldn't seem to enjoy Christmas. He wished people knew how much he wanted to love the holiday, because he used to have so much fun on that day when he was younger. Written for: The Plight of the Little-Known Fandom Christmas Challenge Optional Prompt: "I'll Be Home for Christmas" - Write about someone who is lonely and missing their family and friends OR Write about someone in the military. Awards: The Plight of the Little-Known Fandom Christmas Challenge - Runner-Up The Dark is Drowsy Forum - January 2018 Fanfic Recommendation Brandon looked at the calendar on a wooden desk inside his bedroom, shaking his head at the red "25" printed there. Christmas day, a day in which everybody had fun with friends and families. Harry planned to take his girlfriend to the mall, Scottie wanted to make a gingerbread house for his mother, the rest of his hitman squad had appointments here and there... Heck, even the cold and aloof Bunji had a kitty to celebrate the holiday with. Brandon sat down on the chair before his desk, covering his closed eyes with a hand. Sometimes, people thought of him as a weirdo simply because he couldn't seem to enjoy Christmas. He wished people knew how much he wanted to love the holiday, because he used to have so much fun on that day when he was younger. Back when he was a wee lad, he always had a stuffed turkey for the Christmas dinner with his parents. The spicy, yet savory taste... The tender texture of the meat... If only Rafael and his goons had never existed... At least he had killed that bastard with his own hands and avenged his parents in process. He looked up at the ceiling, smiling as he recalled the Christmas celebration at the orphanage. The caregiver would always snap at - or even beat - the kids there for the smallest mistakes they made, but on Christmas day, he would make gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate for them. One had to be a good boy to get the snack, though. Brandon never had a problem with helping decorate the orphanage for the holiday, but his best friend Harry bothered him a bit. Harry always spoke ill of their caregiver in the back, but that day, he would behave like an angel in front of the old man. After growing up and getting out of the orphanage, Brandon and Harry lived in the streets and would always celebrate Christmas day with their gang: Jolice, Nathan, and Kenny. Tears welled in Brandon's eyes as he remembered how they would sing Christmas carols at night as they enjoyed Jolice's homemade eggnog. He and Harry had only enjoyed this celebration three times because of Ladd. But what delighted him most, before Ladd killed everybody, was Maria. Brandon still remembered how she caught him off-guard on Christmas day with a Yule log cake last year. Having prepared no gift in return, once Maria left, he kept the cake in the fridge. Then he spent the rest of the day at the town's dumping site, a good place to hide his face and find free materials for a handmade gift. Brandon only returned when he managed to turn a plastic bottle into a simple pencil holder. It wasn't the best gift for a refined lady like Maria, but nonetheless, it earned him a kiss to the cheek. His face flushed at that, but truth be told, he quite liked it. Brandon stared at his palms, letting a lone tear trickle down his cheek. Too many had died in his hands, and those who were left behind had sworn to get back at him some day. If they knew he hungered for Maria's love as much as Maria hungered for his... No, he would never want to imagine what would happen to her. But he had no regrets. He had made such a decision in the past, and there was no changing it. Face hardened with determination, he stood up, opened the drawer and picked up his gun. Christmas would be just another day for target practice at the shooting gallery. For Maria's sake. |
The_BiologistFeb 16, 2018 11:30 PM
Jan 15, 2018 8:45 PM
#20
The_Biologist said: Recollection Summary: Sometimes, people thought of him as a weirdo simply because he couldn't seem to enjoy Christmas. He wished people knew how much he wanted to love the holiday, because he used to have so much fun on that day when he was younger. Written for: The Plight of the Little-Known Fandom Christmas Challenge Optional Prompt: "I'll Be Home for Christmas" - Write about someone who is lonely and missing their family and friends OR Write about someone in the military. Awards: The Plight of the Little-Known Fandom Christmas Challenge - Runner-Up Gratz on the award! Eh, just realized that I haven't reviewed it. This is a fantastic Christmas tale because it highlights both the joy and the sorrow. The joy is the past, in which Brandon can celebrate the holiday with his friends and family. But Brandon's luck...is so horrible that the joy never lasts long. His parents are killed by some thugs (love the reference to Twisted Death, because it makes Rafael's death MUCH MORE satisfying). Then his life in the orphanage doesn't last long because well, you can't stay young forever. When he meets the gang, the joy also doesn't last long because, well, thugs. The last thing he has is Maria, but he CAN'T be happy either because his job puts her at risk. Brandon basically has nothing to celebrate in Christmas, making Christmas just another day for him to train and protect his loved ones. |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Jan 15, 2018 9:18 PM
#21
Jan 17, 2018 12:24 AM
#22
I can see who's the judge, so congrats on being the runner-up! It's a melancholic little tale that beautifully shows the Christmas spirit. Well, not quite the Christmas spirit because Brandon basically doesn't have it. :-( Christmas is just another day for him to practice shooting, but that's not all. It's to protect the remaining thing he cherishes in his gloomy life. |
Feb 17, 2018 11:33 AM
#23
Well? Looks like there's another award in the list. :) Awesome, sis! Would suggest linking to the award post at fanfiction.net for extra kick! |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Mar 18, 2018 3:34 AM
#24
A Tale of Hate and Love Summary: Harry is the embodiment of Hate. Brandon is the embodiment of Love. When Hate and Love meet, who will triumph? Written for: Written for Writers Anonymous All/No Dialogue Challenge - No Dialogue. Notes: Based on Dhammapada Twin Verses 1-5. Mind precedes all knowables, mind's their chief, mind-made are they. If with a corrupted mind one either speaks or acts, sorrow will follow like the wheel behind the ox that pulls the cart. Harry had always viewed Mika as an obstacle. If that girl ever came to Millennion, she would surely steal his throne; her deceased father created Millennion after all. So Harry ordered his men to hunt her down. Her family had to go, too, if he wished to secure his position. It only took a few hours for the good news to come. His agents had killed her mother and her butler, and they were now chasing her around the town. He laughed gleefully as he sat on his throne, knowing that he was now a mob boss for the rest of his life. The good news never came. Instead, a new obstacle appeared before him; someone scared off his men and killed his undead agents. It would not have been a problem if the assailant had not been Brandon Heat, his best friend... To hell with friendship! His throne was more important than that mushy stuff! Besides, his so-called friend had once tried to stop him from becoming a mob boss. His attempts to kill Brandon only brought a bigger problem. Most of his agents chose to abandon him because it was not more than a childish conflict between two men. It annoyed Harry so much that he'd rather have those unfaithful people executed. A few days later, he found out that all of his elite bodyguards had died. Then a group of assassins hired by Biscoe came to him, chased him around the town and murdered his wife. Mind precedes all knowables, mind's their chief, mind-made are they. If with a clear and pure mind one speaks and acts, happiness will follow like a shadow that never leaves. Brandon had his own reason of protecting Mika. He did not protect her because he once worked under her father and often went fishing together. He did not protect her because she reminded him of his lost love. Instead, he protected her because she needed him. Mika first came to Brandon's life as a tired and injured child. When Harry's agents finally found her, all she could do was scream for her parents to somehow protect her. Hearing that, Brandon ripped off all the IV lines connected to his body and grabbed his guns. Although his vision went black and his muscles suddenly lost their strength several times during the shootout, he kept fighting until the agents were all gone. The longer he stayed with Mika, the happier he- no, they felt. Mika liked it whenever he took her to West District and told her about the slum, especially her mother. Being young, Mika could not really return the favor, but he only needed her smile to relieve him of his stress. The moment could not last long; if he did not act fast, his body would decompose. With him gone and Harry still alive, Mika would die soon. So he decided to go, breaking his and Mika's hearts during the farewell. Brandon thought it would not have hurt them so much if he had not treated her like his own child, but at least, he had someone waiting for him if he managed to survive the ordeal. Who bears within them enmity: "He has abused and beaten me, defeated me and plundered me," hate is not allayed for them. Harry's car came to a halt at the slum, where he could no longer find Biscoe's agents. Just as he walked out of his car, he met Brandon. His so-called friend simply gave him a death glare and pointed his gun at him. What an accursed man! What did he want from him? Because of his intervention, all of his elite bodyguards were gone, his beloved Sherry was dead, and Biscoe's assassins were tailing him everywhere. Weren't those enough to satisfy him? Well, if his so-called friend wanted revenge so badly, then let him have it! What a twisted beast he had become! Who bears within them no enmity: "He has abused and beaten me, defeated me and plundered me," hate is quite allayed for them. As Brandon journeyed to find Harry, he kept wondering if he could muster up the courage to kill him. They had met each other when they were about six, then they left the orphanage together when they were around sixteen. They soon ended up living as petty crooks at West District; although life was rough, by teaming up they could at least feed themselves. Unfortunately, Harry changed once they joined Millennion; all he cared about was just getting more fame and money. Brandon doubted he could stop Harry, but when Harry suggested killing the current boss for the throne, he thought Harry had gone to far. So he pointed his gun at his best friend, ready to shoot...until the memories of their childhood came to haunt him. Then Harry used his moment of hesitation to shoot him. When Brandon finally met Harry, he thought this time he could finally kill his best friend. However, his hand trembled when he took aim... And again, he failed. He believed no man in this world was more pathetic than him, but part of him felt peaceful. Never by enmity are those with enmity allayed, they are only allayed by amity. This is the timeless Truth. Nothing surprised Harry more than this. He had thought that Brandon would kill him for what he had done, but he was wrong. Very wrong. Brandon did not only refuse to shoot him; he also protected him from those assassins and sacrificed his right leg for him. However, Harry believed that Brandon was hiding something behind his kindness. Brandon on the other hand, thought that he had done something stupid. He could have just killed Harry and return to Mika; the assassins would surely forget about him if he chose that path. However, he just loved Harry as much as he loved Mika. Brandon went down pretty quickly, and a barrage of bullets made a beehive out of Harry's torso. As they lay there dying, Brandon prepared himself for all the snide Harry would throw at him. With tears in his only eye, he finally admitted that he could never kill his best friend, no matter how wrong and foolish that choice was. Harry had never felt so ashamed. He had once shot Brandon and killed his friends and family, yet Brandon still loved him; from his voice, Harry could tell that Brandon's love was as profound as Sherry's love to him. Now, all he could do was cry like a baby and beg for forgiveness. Of course, Brandon forgave him, but he still could not erase the guilt and the shame in his heart. Then Brandon - who was pleasantly surprised at Harry's reaction - suggested that they "went home" together. Their friends and family were already waiting in the afterlife. So they decided to pick up their guns and point them at each other's head. They departed together as what they used to be: best friends. |
The_BiologistMar 18, 2018 9:17 PM
Mar 18, 2018 11:43 PM
#25
Talk about feelz! :) The newest work just reminds me of why the ending of Gungrave anime is beautiful, much better than the game! You just brought out the best of the clumsy second half of the anime. Now, I don't think I can view the second half the same way again after reading this, because despite all the crazy sci-fi stuff, the main theme is actually THIS! Karma, love and hatred; those three things make up the second half of the anime. Verse 1 and 2: To Harry, karma is a b. He killed Brandon and had Maria and Butler Tokioka killed. Then he sent his agents to chase Mika around the town. At the very end? His Big 4 were all killed, Sherry was killed, and he was chased around the town. What he went through was exactly like what he'd once put Mika through. Brandon on the other hand, did whatever he could to keep Mika safe. Later on, well, he had to be separated from Mika, but at least he had someone who loved him deeply. I personally think it'll be much better if you can include the bits when Mika pleaded with Biscoe to stop the attack on Brandon, highlighting the reward he's reaping from his kindness towards Mika. But seeing how tight-knitted everything is, I doubt it can be included. Actually, I wouldn't have noticed the "karma" pattern in the anime if I haven't read this. :P Verse 3 and 4: I find that these are shorter, but they are basically where the summary comes from. :) Harry is really the embodiment of HATE. It's actually karma being a b to Harry, but he just blames Brandon for everything. He's too blind to realize the truth. Meanwhile, Brandon doesn't really care about that. He just cares about whether he can bring Harry down and secure Mika's future (and well, vengeance because Harry killed him)...which isn't something pleasant because Brandon is the embodiment of LOVE. Verse 5: Where everything concludes, and where manly tears are shed. :') Brandon is the true winner, no question asked. What's better than defeating your mortal enemy and turning him back into your best friend with pure shame and guilt? I'll continue commenting on Verse 5 later because I've got something to do and I have a lot to say about this verse! |
impmontamer03Mar 19, 2018 10:18 AM
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Mar 20, 2018 8:25 AM
#26
I find that the ffnet version is lacking the verses, which only weakens the fic IMHO. But considering ffnet's rules, there's not much you can do. :-( Karma is a b indeed. Harry once sent his agents to kill Mika and her family. Then because Mika survived, he sent his agents to chase her around the town. At the very end, karma bites back at him. He was soon chased around by Biscoe's agents. On top of that, his Big 4 and his Sherry of all people were killed. Meanwhile, Brandon had always been taking care of Mika, and even though he had to leave Mika, he was loved. It was very unlike Harry, who didn't have anybody. Also, like impmontamer03 said, it should've been better if you include Mika pleading with Biscoe to save Brandon, because we're talking about karma. But because we're in Brandon's POV, it's impossible to include it. That's what verse 1 and 2 are all about: you reap what you sow. Then we get to see the contrast between Harry and Brandon. Harry is filled with hateful thoughts, while Brandon is filled with loving thoughts. This causes Harry to be angry, annoyed, and frustrated at the end of verse 3, while Brandon can still have a peace of mind despite the dilemma he's facing. That's what verse 3 and 4 are all about: a peaceful mind only comes from loving thoughts, not hateful thoughts. The last verse is why Gungrave ending is tragically beautiful. Hate and Love finally meet. It's when the victor is decided. And Love triumphs, restoring the broken bond between them. They can then die together in peace. The most touching fact is on Harry's side. He's suffering a lot because karma is catching up with him. Then he's filled with hate, which only adds to his suffering. At the very end, it turns out that Harry still hasn't lost everything. He still has his best friend. Indeed, "Hatred ceases by love." PS. Would suggest adding more thoughts on Harry's side at the end, so that fandom blind readers can see that Harry is also at peace. :-) |
Mar 23, 2018 7:58 AM
#27
Goshdangit! I nearly forgot about verse 5! "Hatred ceases by love." And that's why the ending of Gungrave anime is so beautiful. Despite whatever Harry has done to Brandon (murdering Brandon, killing all his loved ones, causing the whole Millennion to view him as a traitor although in a way he's right about that), Brandon forgives him. Brandon's got a heart that's big enough to forgive even a horrible person like Harry. That makes him a true winner in the anime, which is why the anime's ending always beat the game's imo. He doesn't only make Harry feels guilty and ashamed; he also fixes the friendship that has been broken. He does that all with SUCH A PROFOUND LOVE IN HIS HEART! *cries* Harry actually doesn't deserve such an amazing friend like Brandon, but at least he's redeemed. Wish you luck in the contest! |
"Who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Badaboom!" |
Mar 24, 2018 3:32 AM
#28
Thanks for the reviews! You're right about featuring Mika pleading with Biscoe, but it's just impossible to include that moment because Brandon knows nothing about it. I'm still doing editing passes to make sure that it's polished before the judging begins. I hope I can win this time because WA is the biggest general forum at ffnet (and thus I'll get more exposure). But what can an ESL among a group of natives do... |
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