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Guren didn’t know what to do. Make absolutely no sound. Their lives depended on Guren not uttering one sound at all. This wasn’t planned. That much was obvious to him by the face that Tenri was making. He looked so angry. Guren focused on his breathing. He couldn’t even let out a breath without fear that it was making a sound.
They were just a few feet away from him. He could hear them getting closer. They had entered the room, but he couldn’t see a thing. All he could see was Tenri. He believed him. He believed him when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.
His body was so sore. Pain flared through him. It was uncomfortable to sit the way he was. The painful sounds threatened to leave him, but he had to do whatever it took to keep himself silent. He was afraid to even move to try and get himself in a less painful position.
“What are the two of you doing here?” Tenri questioned.
“I need something.” Kureto stated.
Guren could hear the footsteps in the room. Which he could probably safely assume was Kureto moving around. He curled his fingers into the carpet of the floor. Tenri didn’t look pleased. “What are you looking for, Kureto?” Tenri questioned.
“A book for spellcraft. It’s here in your office. I have an experiment I’m wanting to run, but I don’t have what I need to do it.” Kureto stated. “Having that spellcraft book will help greatly with what we need to do.”
There was something so calming about hearing Kureto’s voice. It had Guren managing to relax just a bit as he kept his back pressed where it was. Tenri hummed for a second, leaning forward a bit. Guren had lost visual of his face now that he had moved. He was close enough that if Guren wanted to, he could reach out. Guren let his eyes close, leaning his head back as he listened to the voices of his best friend and his lover. They were right there. They had absolutely no idea that Guren was less than a few feet away from them. Tenri said that they all had been looking for him.
What experiment could they be wanting to do that would need a book that only Tenri had? He hated how he kept thinking about it. The curiosity that hit him. They sounded okay. Their voices were soothing him, but at the same time, it terrified him. Terrified him knowing that Guren held their lives in his hands.
“An experiment?” Tenri pushed on.
“Nothing major, Father.” Shinya replied, “It will be something that helps with our ongoing troubles with the vampires.”
Tenri hummed. He knew that sound. It was the one he made when he didn’t believe what was being told to him. “Vampires, huh?” Tenri stated, “Are you sure this little experiment doesn’t have anything to do with Guren Ichinose.” Guren felt his blood run cold. His eyes opened as he could feel the air catch in his throat. “I’m aware of what the two of you have been up too. Lying to me is not a smart idea.”
He could hear the footsteps again and then heard the shift. He could feel the desk move slightly. Like someone had leaned up against it. His heart was pounding now.
Please… just leave.
“Father… you have to understand—” Shinya. It was Shinya who was by the desk. Right above him.
“Forget about him.” Tenri snapped. “We aren’t going to waste resources on an Ichinose brat.”
“Father—”
“End of discussion.” Tenri growled. “I will not have our little bit of resources being used for something so hopeless.”
Guren froze. That wasn’t a message for Shinya or Kureto. That was for him. Tenri leaned back in the chair again, dropping his hand into his lap as Guren’s gaze followed. Tenri moved the chair back under the desk a bit, his hand landing on the top of Guren’s head. His fingers curled into his hair, but it wasn’t a rough grip by any means. It wasn’t even a warning. He didn’t know what it was.
“Isn’t the leader of the Moon Demon Company, our most elite unit in the Vampire Extermination Unit a priority?” Kureto questioned. His footsteps also rung out in the room, for a moment, it sounded like he was getting further away before he was coming closer again. “You know Guren is valuable.”
“Valuable or not,” Tenri stated, his grip getting a bit tighter. “If he went outside of the walls of Shibuya, you know he’s as good as dead. It’s a lost cause.”
He was a lost cause. The others needed to know that. Guren felt the tears coming to his eyes as he leaned his forehead forward. Leaning it against Tenri’s legs as he bit down on his lip. This was the closest thing that he would ever get to seeing them. Just hearing their voices.
He could hear Shinya growl. The silver-haired Alpha hissing out, “I will never give up on Guren.”
Even though Guren couldn’t see it, he could feel the stare down. It wasn’t the first time Shinya had in a way defended him against Tenri or any of the Hiragis, but the tone of his voice was like he was challenging. Anger. Concern.
“Shinya, you are the adopted son. You get the privileges you do because I allow it. Your purpose ended the second my daughter died. Don’t push your luck.” Tenri growled. Guren reached up, curling his hand into Tenri’s pants. Almost silently pleading for him to leave Shinya alone. For a moment, it seemed like it worked. “You’re hurt. You’re angry. I get that. You need to understand that in this world, we have to prioritize the supplies and resources that we have to the people we can see.”
“Father—”
“It’s time to go, Shinya.” It was Kureto.
Guren held his breath, waiting for the second that the two had left the room. There was a tension in the room. It was only getting thicker to the point it felt like it was choking him. He waited. Waited for the second that he heard their footsteps leaving. Echoing away as the room was left in silence. He still didn’t dare to move. To make even the littlest bit of sound. Tenri’s hand was still in his hair. At least, for a few more seconds before it was dropping away and fingers were gliding over his face and settling under his jaw.
Still, the Omega refused to do a thing.
Their footsteps were gone, and he felt like he could breathe. Tenri let them leave. They were okay. He wasn’t going to kill them.
He wasn’t sure how much longer they would stay like that before Tenri let him go and was standing up. Guren stayed under the table, waiting for what the Alpha had to say. After a few more minutes, Tenri finally said, “Come out.” Guren moved, moving to his hands and knees and crawling out from underneath the desk. He used it to help pull himself out. Grimacing in pain for a second as his body burned. He let out a shaky breath, panting for a second as he braced himself. Tenri was looking at him. He looked pleased. That was good. That meant he wasn’t going to lash out at him. “Come here, Guren.” Guren listened, crossing the room until he was standing before the Alpha. Tenri had reached out, once again caressing his face as he murmured, “You did excellent.”
It made him want to throw up. A praise. A praise never meant anything good. Guren nodded, whispering, “That was the order you gave me.”
“After fourteen hours of your body being abused… then this… you could have called for help. Scream and cry because someone could hear you. You didn’t.” Tenri drawled. Guren really wanted to pull away from his touch. It made him so sick to his stomach, but he was able to ignore it. Don’t move. Don’t say anything. Don’t make a sound. “You just bought yourself leniency.”
He didn’t know what Tenri meant by leniency, but he really didn’t like the sound of it.
Guren found himself being pulled from the room, and there was nothing he could do as he had to allow the Alpha to do it.
Shinya was so angry. He knew that the Hiragi family hated the Ichinose family, but this was Guren. He couldn’t just sit back and know that there was something that they could do and do nothing. The Alpha was furious as they left Tenri’s home. Kureto was walking ahead of him. Back rigid as he made his way down the path.
“Kureto,” Shinya growled, “What the hell was all of that? We need—”
He paused as Kureto lifted his hand, revealing a book in his hand. “I grabbed it while you had him distracted.” Kureto stated, turning his gaze towards Shinya. There was something about the glint in his eyes. Shinya couldn’t place it. “Something was off about Father just now. He was angry and defense.”
“Yeah, he was.” Shinya murmured, looking back towards Tenri’s house. “Almost like we interrupted him.”
“Or he’s hiding something.” The older Alpha stated. “Or both.”
“You know he doesn’t always tell us what he’s up too.” Shinya whispered, “It could be anything. Right now… all I care about is Guren.”
Kureto sighed, looking back at the house for a moment. “There was blood on the couch in his office.” Shinya froze, eyes going wide as the confusion filled him. Blood? He didn’t see any. Well, he wasn’t actively looking around the room either.
Shinya stopped, frowning, “The files on his desk were all for experiments.” He only stopped speaking as Kureto looked back to him, “Like the namanari experiment that Mahiru and Shinoa were a part of.”
Kureto made a face for a second. “That’d make sense. Father’s health is starting to decline more and more with each passing day. He’s probably tying up loose ends.”
As they went to walk away, Shinya stopped in his tracks again to look back at the home. Why was his stomach twisting so much? What was he missing? He shook it off, exhaling sharply. They had a spell to start preparing for. It might be their only hope in finding Guren.
He didn’t have time to question what his father was up too. Right now, his only concern was locating Guren, and he now had the one thing that could help him do that. Kureto had gone for Guren’s home. He had flipped through the pages of the book to find the spellcraft that he needed. Thankfully, he had been right, and it was in the book that he had managed to get ahold of.
Shinya had followed him, staying quiet as Kureto opened up the door to Guren’s house and walked in. He didn’t miss the look that Shinya had given him whenever he had pulled out the key that he had to the home, but he didn’t comment on it.
He knew exactly where Guren kept all of his spellcraft supplies. He had a small home office that kept all of his work in that he did outside of the office and away from the others. Kureto had gone there first. Getting the blank spell tags and the chalk for the spell circle. With those in hand, he went for Guren’s bedroom. He went straight for Guren’s bathroom. Grabbing his hairbrush and his toothbrush. The two items that he knew would absolutely have Guren’s DNA on them.
Kureto had decided to go to the kitchen where there would be hardwood floor so he could do the spell circle. He kneeled down, looking between the book and the floor as he started to sketch the circle onto the floor. The only sound at that moment was the sound of the chalk hitting the floor.
“Kureto?” Shinya whispered. Kureto hummed in response, continuing what he was doing as he got the circle done and started onto the rest of it. “Is… What is really going on between you and Guren?”
Kureto paused for a second, turning his head to look at his adoptive brother. He could see the calculated look that was fixated on him. He had to give it to Shinya to always be so observant. “We’re sleeping together.” Kureto replied, turning his attention back to the spell circle.
Shinya hummed, walking around the room a bit more, “The way you are acting isn’t like that.” Kureto didn’t reply to him, but he did stop what he was doing. “You are acting like a man in love.”
Kureto sighed. “Let’s just work on trying to find him, Shinya.” He kept going as the room fell into silence and Shinya had started working on the spell tags. This had to work. He didn’t know what else they could do after this. Though, there was something that came to mind as he worked. What Tenri had said. He said they couldn’t waste resources to go for Guren. Why would he say that? Sure, it could mean that Tenri thought Guren had left Shibuya. Kureto doubted that. He highly doubted it. There was just something strange about it. About the entire conversation actually.
It had gotten Shinya worked up, but Kureto had used the time to grab what they needed while Tenri was distracted. That’s when he had noticed the blood. If he connected that to what Shinya had seen, it was possible that Tenri was working on experiments that they didn’t know about.
Was Guren involved somehow?
Was Guren alive? Was he dead?
He needed to know.
With everything ready, he had grabbed Guren’s hairbrush. Pulling out the strands of hair in a quick jerk to have a small clump of it. He placed it down on the spell circle, looking back at the book and reading over the enchantment. Once he was certain that he had the enchantment memorized, he grabbed the spell tag and placed it down into the spell circle and placed his hands on the newly drawn circle.
He started the enchantment. Watching the circle and the spell tag started to get the shimmer of a golden glow. He hoped with everything in him that it would work. He needed this to work.
He hadn’t been able to breathe properly since Guren went missing.
Even if they could never be together, as long as if he was safe and alive, that’s all that he cared about.
As the glow stopped, it left the spell tag flashing in the golden color. Kureto picked it up, continuing to watch the flash for a moment until it stopped. The shimmer leaving as he choked for a second. He looked back down to the book, reading over what the spell tag should do.
Inconclusive.
The leniency was exactly the thing of nightmares for him. The physical abuse slowed down. Reverting to only a backhand to the face if he spoke out of turn. The sexual assaults didn’t stop. Those still happened every single night. At least, that’s what Guren suspected. The only way he could track the possibility of the days was by when Tenri came and left.
Instead of being taken back to that room, he had been chained to Tenri’s bed. Forced to sleep right next to the Alpha. If Tenri wasn’t home, the blindfold would be on him again. He was shackled to the bed posts but had just enough mobility that he could move around. He despised it, but he hated to admit that he missed the feeling of a bed. His body thanked him for it, but it meant sleeping next to him.
There was a large part that wished Tenri would have just left him in that room. On that disgusting, blood and fluid covered mat. At least then, he wasn’t forced to sleep next to the man who took advantage of him. That was holding him captive and tormenting him.
He supposed that in a way, Tenri was being softer. Gentler. Even with the assaults against him. His body was slowly healing from the fourteen fucking hours of horror. Tenri wasn’t helping with that much, but he did clean the wounds. Those were starting to heal to the point that it didn’t hurt as much to lay on them.
Guren stopped refusing food. Eating the tiny bit of food that Tenri did give him. He went back to not speaking much unless Tenri directly said something to him to prompt a response out of him or told him to speak.
When he did sleep, all he did was having vivid nightmares of that night. The eight Heads of the family having their way with him. It fueled a rage in him. One that felt like he was going to explode out and destroy everything around him. He wanted them to suffer in the way that he did. He wanted Tenri to suffer. He wanted them to pay for what they did.
He knew these men. He knew which ones had mates and children. He cursed their names in silence. Tucked away in the back of his mind despite that feeling washing over him. He didn’t think he would ever get it out of his head. The feel of their hands. The sound of their voices. The mocking and ridicule. Taunts. The threats. The only thing they couldn’t get out of him that they so desperately wanted was for him to scream. He refused to give them what they wanted.
It felt like in a way, it was fueling him despite wishing for death. Wanting all of it to come to an end. There felt like there was nothing else that he could hang onto.
Salvation. Hope. Compassion.
It felt like it was all going out the window with each passing moment.
He wanted to tear them all apart.
Just like they had done to him.
He had the vivid hallucinations every time he slept next to Tenri. The thought of climbing on top of him and shoving the same knife that he cut him with through his heart. But not before he marred his skin the same way that he did to Guren. Taking his time in creating art across his body. Slow and shallow to maximize the pain.
He wanted the brutality of it.
He wanted their blood.
His hatred was the fuel to his fire. It kept growing. The resentment and anger. Bitterness that flooded through him. He wanted to make it hurt. The strongest emotion he had was his rage. To go after his tormentors and abusers. What could he do when he was chained to a bed?
He wanted to bring that ruin.
Ruin everything that these bastards held dear.
He didn’t have his freedom. He didn’t have hope. He didn’t have that light shining at the end of the tunnel telling him that he could leave the darkness that threatened to consume him.
It was like he was waiting for his hymn of reclamation to come.
Waiting for the day that he could destroy everything in his path. Leave a trail of bloodshed in his wake. A grudge that would never go away until he crushed every single thing that haunted him.
Even as he played along in this nightmare. The horrors that surrounded him. He was an Ichinose. They didn’t just give up. He was proud of where he came from and who is family was. Even as he carried a baby. Something that he viewed as nothing more than a parasite that was using him to survive. His body stopped being his own the second that Tenri got his hands on him. The second that Tenri took away his freedom. He couldn’t even think about the baby without an intense feeling of anger and disgust.
Even as the days passed, Tenri was trying to coax him into the idea of the baby. Which only fueled that hatred that much more. He didn’t think he would ever grow attached to it. Knowing the implications.
Death might be his only salvation.
He had came to terms with that.
He was fully prepared to die.
He knew that his thoughts of revenge were in vain. That it was just a fantasy living in the back of his mind like a dreamland. He wanted to be able to grasp onto something. Something that would bring that glowing light back. It was like all the fight that he did have left in him was slowly starting to fade away and soon enough, he would be nothing but the remaining embers that threatened to go out.
He had lost all control. His identity. His sense of self. He was slowly being torn apart, and everything was being taken from him. The Hiragi family had done it. They had ripped everything that he held dear away. Isolated him away from the people who made his miserable life worth living just a bit more.
He knew the inevitable day would come. It was just waiting for it.
Waiting for that moment where even his life was ripped away from him.
He knew what his fate was going to be.
The greatest show of mercy that Tenri could ever have on him would be ending his pain and suffering. Like Tenri had said, he had one final role to fulfil first.
Even as his friends and his loved ones held on, he didn’t think that he could. He could only hang on so much before his strength would give out and he would lose everything. All that he had that kept him sane were the memories that he held. The good ones. Those got him through the worst of it. Thinking of his friends’ smiling faces. Thinking of his time with Kureto. He would have no regrets leaving this world if it meant protecting them just a little bit longer.
They would be alright without him.
They would eventually move on, and he would simply fade away. A far distant memory. He wanted them to remember him during the good times. Not the bad. He knew they were suffering too. The idea of not knowing what happened to him. He would rather they didn’t know. Now right now. He knew what they would do. He didn’t want their lives at risk. They needed to stay away.
He didn’t want them to see him like this.
Battered, bruised, and broken.
It was better if they remembered him smiling, happy as he could be, and healthy.
Even if they never knew what happened to him. He’d be content with that. If it meant that they could hold onto the good parts.
“I will never give up on Guren.”
There was something about Shinya’s words that kept him going. Told him to keep playing along and keep the time going. That he could do it. He didn’t give up before. He didn’t want to give up.
He was tired.
Exhausted.
Physically, mentally, emotionally.
He just wanted peace.
His father had parted from him with a smile on his face. Died smiling. Guren didn’t think he had that kind of strength in him. That’s where he and his father differed. He was proud to be his son. Even if that meant his name alone meant nothing but abuse and torment. He could live with that. His only regret would not being able to see out his dream of tearing the Hiragi family down and changing the status quo. Making it possible for people like him to be able to just live freely.
One thing he did know was, they were still fighting for him. He just didn’t know if he could return that favor now. There wasn’t anything that he could do. He was stuck in a never-ending cycle.
Guren was laying in the bed. Blindfold over his eyes. The pillow was comfortable, but Guren could never fully relax. He was constantly surrounded by Tenri’s scent. If he could ever go a day without that scent, it would be one of the best things that could happen. With the blindfold on, Tenri’s scent was one of the only things that he could focus on.
Guren was on his side. He wasn’t tired anymore. He had been getting a lot of rest recently. There wasn’t really anything that he could do any this point. Once again, he could hear the echoing footsteps and Tenri’s humming as the Alpha started to come into the room. He barely flinched as he heard the Alpha drop his stuff down. If Tenri noticed it, he didn’t mention a thing. The bed dipped down next to him as the Alpha leaned over his side. His lips grazed over Guren’s cheek and ear.
The Omega shuddered slightly, curling up a bit more as the General’s hands started to roam over his body. Pulling up his shirt before settling onto his still flat stomach. This was one of Tenri’s favorite things to do. It was almost like the Alpha was obsessed with it. The thought of this pregnancy. His stomach. He was always putting his hands there.
Guren gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to think about it. Tenri guided him onto his back. His shackle that was around his ankle jangled slightly, weighing heavily as the Alpha pushed his other leg down to open up his thighs. Due to the blindfold, he knew that the Alpha couldn’t see the glistening of tears in his eyes.
Tenri’s hands were still moving over his stomach. Almost caressing it as his thumbs rubbed circles there. Guren really wanted to bring his knee up and hit the Alpha in the stomach.
“You’ll one day want this, Guren.” Tenri stated.
“The baby?” Guren decided to question. He knew that Tenri was wanting him to answer.
“You cherish love and family.” The Alpha replied. Guren choked, turning his head away. Even though he couldn’t see him. He knew that Tenri was staring at his face. “In our world, its survival of the fittest, and even as you go through absolute horror, your baby is still alive.”
“Unfortunately.” He whispered. His voice was barely audible. He knew that Tenri had heard him from the sound that he had made.
His shirt was pushed up a more, leaving his torso out of the cooler air of the room. He shivered a bit, trying hard to ignore the feeling of Tenri’s hands on his hips. He whined as his hips were jerked up, settled against Tenri’s thighs. He curled a hand into the sheet, reaching up and placing his other hand over his mouth. He didn’t dare touch the blindfold. He wasn’t allowed to. Even with his hands free. He wouldn’t move it.
Just like he was so accustomed to, he could hear Tenri undoing his pants. The Omega gasped at the burning, painful stretch. Unlike before, he was gentle as he pushed into Guren’s body. Keeping his movements slow even though they were still hard snaps of his hips that would knock the air out of Guren’s lungs.
Tenri’s hands were settled between his hips and his stomach. That same caress from before that had the Omega’s stomach churning and the disgust filling him even more with each passing second.
Tenri was draped over him now. Pressed into his front as Guren let his mind start wandering. At this point, any time that it happened, all he could do was allow himself to dissociate in these moments. It, in a way, kept him sane. Made him for just a split second forget his situation.
All he had to do was wait it out. They would go through the normal routine at this point. Tenri would take advantage of him, then they’d head to the bathroom and Guren would be forced to bathe Tenri. The Alpha would make him get in and force Guren to bathe in front of him. Sometimes, Tenri would force himself on him again right in the bath, but it wasn’t every single time thankfully. Then they would head to the kitchen and Guren would cook something and sit at Tenri’s feet or in his lap as the Alpha ate his food. Then Guren would eat, and the cycle of horrors would begin.
Within the recent days – or weeks, god knows Guren had no idea – Tenri was less likely to physically harm him. It felt less likely it would happen, but he wasn’t trusting of it either. The Alpha could and would turn against him at any point in time. It didn’t matter how small the incident was. His anger would come out on Guren.
Thankfully, Tenri didn’t last long, and the splash of hot fluids filled his body as the Alpha came to a stop. Panting in his ear and the revolting moans of pleasure that always made Guren want to rip out the Alpha’s vocal cords.
Tenri pulled off of him, the bed moving and telling Guren that Tenri had gotten off of it. His body felt gross and sticky. Though, Guren hadn’t felt clean in a while. No matter how many times that he bathed. How hard that he scrubbed at his skin.
No amount of washing his body did the trick.
The tears didn’t matter.
The desires that lurked in the darkness of his mind.
The blindfold was pulled away from his eyes. Which was surprising since they were still in Tenri’s bed. Tenri never took it off of him in the bed. Guren sat up, wincing as he moved to push himself a bit of a distance away from the Alpha that he could get with the cuff on his ankle.
Tenri was watching him. Amber eyes locked to him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of blue looking liquid. Guren choked down the lump in his throat for a second before looking to the Alpha. “What the hell is that?”
For just a split second, he wondered if it would harm the baby. A slight twinge of fear and anxiety that it would. He was quick to brush that feeling off as Tenri uncapped it and grabbed at the back of Guren’s head. His fingers curling over the back of his neck, “Don’t concern yourself with that. Just drink up.”
Guren hesitated.
That moment of hesitation cost him as Tenri jerked at his hair, pulling his head back in a harsh grip. The action had caused him to gasp out in pain and shock. His mouth falling open before the liquid was being poured into his mouth. It made him gag and cough. He sputtered for a second but before it would escape his lips, Tenri’s hand covered his mouth and nose. Guren shook his head, tears stinging his eyes from the lack of oxygen he was getting and choking on the fluid before he was forced to swallow it on instinct.
Tenri had waited. Watching to make sure that he had drank it down before lowering his hand. Guren wheezed, leaning forward as he coughed. Heaving as he sucked in some air. His lungs were burning. The bitter taste in his mouth as he fought against the wave of nausea that hit him due to his gag reflex.
It didn’t take him long to catch his breath again, but it was like the sensations hit him. The world around him spinning as an almost light feeling it. Euphoria in a way. He wouldn’t say it was pleasurable, but he couldn’t feel anything. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his composure but he found himself losing his balance and falling over right into the Alpha.
His scent washed over him, but Guren actually couldn’t find it in him to care to attempt to move or push him away.
What the hell did he just give him?
And why did it feel good?
Guren felt his body slipping, a slight smile coming to his face as he stared up at the ceiling. Everything was spinning, but that ecstasy-like feeling was hitting him. His body felt warm. Hands were back on him. Almost sending tingles through him as he heard, “You want this baby, Guren.”
Baby?
Right.
He was pregnant.
The Omega lifted his hands, settling them over his stomach as the thought of having a child came to mind. No—He didn’t want it. That wasn’t right. What was going on with his head?
It was like a mantra started playing through his mind. It was echoing and repeating.
You want this baby, Guren.
He kept trying to tell himself that wasn’t it. That this was just whatever Tenri gave him talking. It was. Logically speaking, he knew that. Feeling wise, it felt like he was in a strange, twisted cloud nine. It was like everything had melted away. Where he was. What he had been feeling. Everything was just gone. Numbed and replaced with a temporary feeling of euphoria.
There was nothing he could do as he felt lips over his own. The same mutter of words. Then, he heard, “You’ll be my perfect little slave, Guren. Just surrender yourself to me.”
Surrender?
It took a second to remember. Remember that he was next to Tenri. Tenri was holding him captive. He was being held and put through horrors that he would never wish on anyone.
“You can make your life so much easier if you just give yourself over to me.”
Guren found himself nodding, wanting to chase that euphoric feeling still.
What the hell was he doing?
Was he signing a Deal with the Devil?
All he knew was, he was slowly losing everything.