Post by Mikauzoran on Jan 28, 2018 21:51:20 GMT
Mikau: Sorry to keep you waiting. I mostly just wrote this last weekend. Eiko had to have a minor procedure done this week, so between work and taking care of the baby, I've been exhausted and haven't accomplished much. :/ That being said, I don't think this is my best work, and I had intended to write more, but...things didn't really work out. Sorry.
Word Count: 2,272
Rating: T
Summary: An atypical Saturday morning at the Kudo Detective Agency.
sgamer82: One of the teen detectives opens their own agency.
Kaito awoke to the plaintive strains of one of Bach’s violin concertos. The melody wafted up from the Kudo Mansion’s library which now doubled as the office out of which Shinichi ran his detective agency. The Meitantei was up early today.
Kaito rolled over with a groan and peered bleary-eyed at the clock on his bed stand. He blinked once, twice, before giving a start and sitting bolt upright. Either he’d forgotten to set an alarm or he’d turned it off while still half asleep that morning because he was an hour behind schedule.
Thankfully, it was a Saturday and the agency didn’t open until ten. Kaito had plenty of time to dress, eat, and take care of Masaomi before putting on his “secretary hat” and opening up the office. Still, he wondered why Shinichi had let him sleep in.
Kaito grabbed his phone to check his calendar of Shinichi’s appointments, saw the date, and immediately understood why Shinichi had let him be: The Anniversary. Four years ago that day Hakuba Aoko and Saguru had been killed in a car accident on their way back from a couples’ therapy retreat. It had been Kaito’s fault they’d been there in the first place.
How had Kaito forgotten?
“Raising a special needs kid while managing the detective agency on top of being Kudo’s live-in housekeeper may be catching up with me,” he mentally sighed, throwing off the covers and gingerly lowering his bare feet to the chilly wood floor.
He quickly dressed and went to the nursery to check on Masaomi, but the toddler wasn’t there. Kaito’s heart leapt up into his throat, and he rushed out to the landing, calling down the stairs, even though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer, “Masaomi?! Masaomi, honey, where are you?”
The Bach concerto suddenly broke off, and Shinichi answered, “He’s with me! Come on down! I made you breakfast!”
Only after Kaito was halfway down the steps and his heartrate had returned to normal did he think to frown. Shinichi had made him breakfast? Since when did Shinichi make anything more complicated than bland rice, watery miso, half-burnt toast, and motor oil masquerading as coffee?
He shoved that thought aside as he entered the library to find Shinichi putting away his violin and Masaomi sitting on the floor, stuffed elephant at his side, books spread out around him.
Masaomi looked up, golden eyes glinting in interest. He smiled when he saw his foster father. As much as Masaomi resembled Saguru, his features were definitely more like Aoko’s. He had his mother’s smile, her unruly hair, her shining eyes.
Kaito returned the smile, coming over to tussle Masaomi’s dirty blonde hair. “Hey, baby. What are you up to today?”
Masaomi pointed to the manila folder lying amongst the various novels scattered about the floor. Masaomi turned the page and indicated a candid photo of a man in a grocer’s uniform.
Kaito blanched, taking the folder with a squeak of rage. “Shinichi,” he seethed. “Masaomi got ahold of one of your case files. Again.”
“Oh?” Shinichi raised an eyebrow, coming over to look at the file. “Did you figure out the criminal, Saomi?”
Masaomi nodded gravely, grabbing the folder from Kaito’s hands and flipping back to the picture of the grocer. He pointed emphatically, showing Shinichi.
“Use your words,” Kaito urged, momentarily setting aside his outrage and taking advantage of an opportunity to get his son to talk.
Masaomi frowned, shifting his gaze to Shinichi and pointing at the picture again.
“Yamazaki-san?” Shinichi prompted.
Masaomi nodded enthusiastically.
Kaito elbowed Shinichi in the shin.
“I mean…use your words, Saomi,” Shinichi corrected reluctantly. “Who did it?”
Masaomi gave both of his foster parents a sulky look and mumbled, “He did.”
“Good job, Masaomi!” Kaito cooed, giving his son an encouraging pat and a winning smile before turning on Shinichi and glaring. “Shinichi, this is not age-appropriate reading material,” he hissed, getting to his feet.
Shinichi shrugged, taking the file and tossing it onto his desk with about a dozen others. “Don’t worry, Kaito. It’s just a theft. Yamazaki-san’s been embezzling from his brother’s grocery store to pay off gambling debts. I made sure there wasn’t anything objectionable before I gave him the file.”
Kaito could feel a migraine coming on. “You gave it to him? What in the world induced you to do an idiotic thing like that?”
Shinichi shrugged again, returning to the desk to fetch a take away bag from Poirot. He handed the bag and a to go cup of hot chocolate to Kaito with a sheepish, “Breakfast.”
Kaito’s eye twitched, but he took the food offering gracefully, thanking Kannon, goddess of mercy, that Shinichi hadn’t actually tried to make him breakfast.
“Masaomi asked for a file,” Shinichi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He said he wanted one of the case files to play with because he was bored of reading Holmes.”
“I bet that broke your heart,” Kaito snorted, biting into a chocolate chip muffin. “Did he actually say any of that out loud, or did you two do your psychic link thing again?”
Shinichi bit his lip. “…Probably…the latter. I don’t know. We just communicate. He doesn’t have to say anything out loud for me to understand him, and I know it’s the same with you and him too…. Do we have to pressure him to talk all the time when he clearly doesn’t want to?”
Kaito sighed and resisted the urge to stomp his foot. “Shinichi, he’s going to be starting school before we know it, and the other kids will bully him, if he never talks.”
Shinichi bit his lip harder and muttered, “They’ll bully him even more when he opens his mouth and proves just how much smarter he is than everybody else. I mean, Masaomi’s a genius, Kaito. No other kid in his kindergarten class is going to be able to read novels or do math. You need to stop thinking that if you can only get him to speak that will magically make him normal. Masaomi is never going to be like the other kids. He’s well and truly Hakuba’s son, after all.”
Kaito deflated, going over to the desk and sinking down onto it. He gazed down at his muffin and let out a bone-weary sigh.
“Sorry,” Shinichi muttered. “I didn’t mean…I shouldn’t have brought Hakuba up on today of all days. It just slipped out. I—”
“—It’s fine,” Kaito whispered. “It hurts more, everyone avoiding any mention of them. It makes it feel like they really are dead.” He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m upset about. I’m upset because you’re right, Shinichi. Masaomi’s not normal. He’s like Conan on steroids, and he’s never going to fit in with his peers, no matter what I do.” Kaito looked up helplessly, eyes holding all the desperation of a drowning man scanning his surroundings for a piece of driftwood to cling to. “I just want to do a good job for Aoko and Saguru. I want to be a good parent. I know you’re going to tell me I’m wrong, but I still feel responsible for breaking up their marriage. I’m the reason they had to go to that couples’ therapy retreat in the first place, and if they hadn’t gone, they wouldn’t have died. It’s my fault, so I wanted to at least do a good job raising their child, but…”
“Kaito,” Shinichi called gently, shaking his head. “Even if Hakuba and Aoko-san were still around, Masaomi would still be Masaomi. He’s not traumatized in any way because his parents are dead. You’ve always been there for him from the very beginning, and you’re a better father to him than some biological parents I’ve seen. Masaomi would still be different, even if the Hakubas were the ones raising him. Do you really think that they would be doing anything different? They’d be pulling their hair out and crying in frustration and worry too. It’s nobody’s fault that Masaomi is the way he is, and you’re doing the very best you can with what you’ve been given. You are a good parent, Kaito. You are doing a good job. You’ve got a sweet, brilliant son who’s going to do amazing things someday. For now, he’s happy, healthy, fed, and dressed. What more could you want?”
“To be raising him, all three of us together,” Kaito sighed and then shook his head, standing up. “Sorry. You’re right.” He forced a smile, trying to shake off the inherent melancholy and defeatist attitude that came hand in hand with The Anniversary. “Masaomi and I have it good, and I’m lucky that I have you to remind me of that every once in a while. You’re a good parent too, Shinichi…even if you do let Masaomi read age-inappropriate materials,” he chuckled.
Shinichi rolled his eyes, grinning smugly. “Thanks, Kaito. It’s good to know you appreciate me.”
It was good to see Kaito coming out of it. Shinichi knew it would be touch and go the rest of the day because it always was on The Anniversary, but it looked like they were getting off to a good start this year.
“Hey, speaking of Masaomi being dressed, what in the world is he wearing? Yellow pants and a red sweater? Did you dress him like that?” Kaito continued to laugh as he took another bite of the muffin Shinichi had brought home for him.
Shinichi rolled his eyes, holding in a comment about how Kaito was one to talk concerning wardrobe color schemes. He seemed to recall a certain outfit featuring yellow pants, a red jacket, and a blue plaid shirt tied around Kaito’s waist.
“Masaomi dressed himself today,” Shinichi informed. “He threw a fit when I tried to get him to change into something that matched, so… I think he’s decided that blue is bad now.”
Kaito tried not to sigh. “Is that in addition to green, or is green okay now that blue is evil? Because it would be really great if I could get him to walk on the grass.”
Shinichi opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by the sound of the hall phone—the detective agency phone—ringing.
Kaito turned to go and answer it, but he hadn’t made it three steps when the ringing stopped and a small voice said, “Kudo Detective Agency. This is Kuroba. How may I help you?”
Kaito and Shinichi’s eyes widened, and Kaito dashed out into the hall to take the phone away from the toddler.
“Just one minute, please,” Masaomi parroted the lines he’d heard Kaito repeat hundreds of times.
Kaito arrived, scooping up his precocious son just as Masaomi pressed the call transfer button, forwarding the call to the phone on Shinichi’s desk.
Shinichi picked up, trying to keep from laughing as he greeted, “Hello? Kudo Shinichi speaking…. Oh, hello, Inspector. No, that was Masaomi. Apparently he’s training to fill in as secretary, if Kuroba ever goes on vacation…. Oh? …Okay. Sure…. I’ll stop by tomorrow…. Okay. Say hello to Mrs. Takagi and the kids for me…. See you later.”
“Takagi-keibu needs help with another case?” Kaito surmised, coming back into the study, carrying Masaomi like a baby koala.
“Takagi-keibu needs help with a surprise for Satou-keiji,” Shinichi sniggered, coming over to take Masaomi from Kaito and lifting the boy up, spinning with him. “Where did you learn to answer a phone, young man?”
Masaomi pointed at Kaito.
“He’s the one that transferred the call too,” Kaito informed.
Shinichi’s eyebrows rose in surprise as he lowered Masaomi, situating the toddler in front of him. “Is that so? Well, I guess he has seen you do it more times than any of us care to count. You have been carrying him around on your hip at work for the entirety of his life, so…”
The doorbell rang, causing Kaito to frown. “Who could that be? You don’t have any appointments. Were you expecting company?”
Shinichi snuck a glance at his wristwatch. “The Shounen Tanteidan, but they’re really early. They’re going to help out around the agency today, so you can have the day off.” Shinichi smiled sheepishly. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’m surprised,” Kaito assured, making his way to the front door to let in their guests. “This entire day has been one big surprise.”
Shinichi grimaced as he picked up on the weary tone in Kaito’s voice.
Masaomi caught Shinichi’s eye and frowned.
“He doesn’t like surprises unless he’s the one doing the surprising,” Shinichi sighed, and Masaomi shook his head slowly in agreement.
“I had just hoped that maybe today a little deviation from the normal routine would help distract him from…” Shinichi trailed off with another sigh, and Masaomi patted Shinichi’s hair gently.
“You know, he loved your parents very much, and he misses him. It’s like when we lost your elephant a couple months ago and you were inconsolable until we found it behind the couch.”
Masaomi nodded, adding, “Only Ka-chan can’t find Saguru and Aoko.”
Shinichi’s eyes widened and then he smiled, chuckling, “My, you’re chatty today. You’re not going to stop talking for a month again now, are you?”
Masaomi shrugged as if he hadn’t made up his mind on the matter yet.
“…And you should call them ‘Otou-san’ and ‘Okaa-san’,” Shinichi corrected. “It’s respectful.”
Masaomi shrugged and laid his head on Shinichi’s shoulder. Shinichi thought he heard Masaomi whisper something like, “Honor the one who raised you over the one who bore you”, but, just then, the Shounen Tanteidan came thundering into the study.
Mikau: I can't for the life of me find the source of Masaomi's quote at the end. I first heard it from my Classical Japanese Literature professor when we were studying Tale of Genji. Only that was six years ago, and she was paraphrasing, and by the time I've remembered it and translated it into English, google can't find it. :/
Word Count: 2,272
Rating: T
Summary: An atypical Saturday morning at the Kudo Detective Agency.
sgamer82: One of the teen detectives opens their own agency.
Kaito awoke to the plaintive strains of one of Bach’s violin concertos. The melody wafted up from the Kudo Mansion’s library which now doubled as the office out of which Shinichi ran his detective agency. The Meitantei was up early today.
Kaito rolled over with a groan and peered bleary-eyed at the clock on his bed stand. He blinked once, twice, before giving a start and sitting bolt upright. Either he’d forgotten to set an alarm or he’d turned it off while still half asleep that morning because he was an hour behind schedule.
Thankfully, it was a Saturday and the agency didn’t open until ten. Kaito had plenty of time to dress, eat, and take care of Masaomi before putting on his “secretary hat” and opening up the office. Still, he wondered why Shinichi had let him sleep in.
Kaito grabbed his phone to check his calendar of Shinichi’s appointments, saw the date, and immediately understood why Shinichi had let him be: The Anniversary. Four years ago that day Hakuba Aoko and Saguru had been killed in a car accident on their way back from a couples’ therapy retreat. It had been Kaito’s fault they’d been there in the first place.
How had Kaito forgotten?
“Raising a special needs kid while managing the detective agency on top of being Kudo’s live-in housekeeper may be catching up with me,” he mentally sighed, throwing off the covers and gingerly lowering his bare feet to the chilly wood floor.
He quickly dressed and went to the nursery to check on Masaomi, but the toddler wasn’t there. Kaito’s heart leapt up into his throat, and he rushed out to the landing, calling down the stairs, even though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer, “Masaomi?! Masaomi, honey, where are you?”
The Bach concerto suddenly broke off, and Shinichi answered, “He’s with me! Come on down! I made you breakfast!”
Only after Kaito was halfway down the steps and his heartrate had returned to normal did he think to frown. Shinichi had made him breakfast? Since when did Shinichi make anything more complicated than bland rice, watery miso, half-burnt toast, and motor oil masquerading as coffee?
He shoved that thought aside as he entered the library to find Shinichi putting away his violin and Masaomi sitting on the floor, stuffed elephant at his side, books spread out around him.
Masaomi looked up, golden eyes glinting in interest. He smiled when he saw his foster father. As much as Masaomi resembled Saguru, his features were definitely more like Aoko’s. He had his mother’s smile, her unruly hair, her shining eyes.
Kaito returned the smile, coming over to tussle Masaomi’s dirty blonde hair. “Hey, baby. What are you up to today?”
Masaomi pointed to the manila folder lying amongst the various novels scattered about the floor. Masaomi turned the page and indicated a candid photo of a man in a grocer’s uniform.
Kaito blanched, taking the folder with a squeak of rage. “Shinichi,” he seethed. “Masaomi got ahold of one of your case files. Again.”
“Oh?” Shinichi raised an eyebrow, coming over to look at the file. “Did you figure out the criminal, Saomi?”
Masaomi nodded gravely, grabbing the folder from Kaito’s hands and flipping back to the picture of the grocer. He pointed emphatically, showing Shinichi.
“Use your words,” Kaito urged, momentarily setting aside his outrage and taking advantage of an opportunity to get his son to talk.
Masaomi frowned, shifting his gaze to Shinichi and pointing at the picture again.
“Yamazaki-san?” Shinichi prompted.
Masaomi nodded enthusiastically.
Kaito elbowed Shinichi in the shin.
“I mean…use your words, Saomi,” Shinichi corrected reluctantly. “Who did it?”
Masaomi gave both of his foster parents a sulky look and mumbled, “He did.”
“Good job, Masaomi!” Kaito cooed, giving his son an encouraging pat and a winning smile before turning on Shinichi and glaring. “Shinichi, this is not age-appropriate reading material,” he hissed, getting to his feet.
Shinichi shrugged, taking the file and tossing it onto his desk with about a dozen others. “Don’t worry, Kaito. It’s just a theft. Yamazaki-san’s been embezzling from his brother’s grocery store to pay off gambling debts. I made sure there wasn’t anything objectionable before I gave him the file.”
Kaito could feel a migraine coming on. “You gave it to him? What in the world induced you to do an idiotic thing like that?”
Shinichi shrugged again, returning to the desk to fetch a take away bag from Poirot. He handed the bag and a to go cup of hot chocolate to Kaito with a sheepish, “Breakfast.”
Kaito’s eye twitched, but he took the food offering gracefully, thanking Kannon, goddess of mercy, that Shinichi hadn’t actually tried to make him breakfast.
“Masaomi asked for a file,” Shinichi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He said he wanted one of the case files to play with because he was bored of reading Holmes.”
“I bet that broke your heart,” Kaito snorted, biting into a chocolate chip muffin. “Did he actually say any of that out loud, or did you two do your psychic link thing again?”
Shinichi bit his lip. “…Probably…the latter. I don’t know. We just communicate. He doesn’t have to say anything out loud for me to understand him, and I know it’s the same with you and him too…. Do we have to pressure him to talk all the time when he clearly doesn’t want to?”
Kaito sighed and resisted the urge to stomp his foot. “Shinichi, he’s going to be starting school before we know it, and the other kids will bully him, if he never talks.”
Shinichi bit his lip harder and muttered, “They’ll bully him even more when he opens his mouth and proves just how much smarter he is than everybody else. I mean, Masaomi’s a genius, Kaito. No other kid in his kindergarten class is going to be able to read novels or do math. You need to stop thinking that if you can only get him to speak that will magically make him normal. Masaomi is never going to be like the other kids. He’s well and truly Hakuba’s son, after all.”
Kaito deflated, going over to the desk and sinking down onto it. He gazed down at his muffin and let out a bone-weary sigh.
“Sorry,” Shinichi muttered. “I didn’t mean…I shouldn’t have brought Hakuba up on today of all days. It just slipped out. I—”
“—It’s fine,” Kaito whispered. “It hurts more, everyone avoiding any mention of them. It makes it feel like they really are dead.” He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m upset about. I’m upset because you’re right, Shinichi. Masaomi’s not normal. He’s like Conan on steroids, and he’s never going to fit in with his peers, no matter what I do.” Kaito looked up helplessly, eyes holding all the desperation of a drowning man scanning his surroundings for a piece of driftwood to cling to. “I just want to do a good job for Aoko and Saguru. I want to be a good parent. I know you’re going to tell me I’m wrong, but I still feel responsible for breaking up their marriage. I’m the reason they had to go to that couples’ therapy retreat in the first place, and if they hadn’t gone, they wouldn’t have died. It’s my fault, so I wanted to at least do a good job raising their child, but…”
“Kaito,” Shinichi called gently, shaking his head. “Even if Hakuba and Aoko-san were still around, Masaomi would still be Masaomi. He’s not traumatized in any way because his parents are dead. You’ve always been there for him from the very beginning, and you’re a better father to him than some biological parents I’ve seen. Masaomi would still be different, even if the Hakubas were the ones raising him. Do you really think that they would be doing anything different? They’d be pulling their hair out and crying in frustration and worry too. It’s nobody’s fault that Masaomi is the way he is, and you’re doing the very best you can with what you’ve been given. You are a good parent, Kaito. You are doing a good job. You’ve got a sweet, brilliant son who’s going to do amazing things someday. For now, he’s happy, healthy, fed, and dressed. What more could you want?”
“To be raising him, all three of us together,” Kaito sighed and then shook his head, standing up. “Sorry. You’re right.” He forced a smile, trying to shake off the inherent melancholy and defeatist attitude that came hand in hand with The Anniversary. “Masaomi and I have it good, and I’m lucky that I have you to remind me of that every once in a while. You’re a good parent too, Shinichi…even if you do let Masaomi read age-inappropriate materials,” he chuckled.
Shinichi rolled his eyes, grinning smugly. “Thanks, Kaito. It’s good to know you appreciate me.”
It was good to see Kaito coming out of it. Shinichi knew it would be touch and go the rest of the day because it always was on The Anniversary, but it looked like they were getting off to a good start this year.
“Hey, speaking of Masaomi being dressed, what in the world is he wearing? Yellow pants and a red sweater? Did you dress him like that?” Kaito continued to laugh as he took another bite of the muffin Shinichi had brought home for him.
Shinichi rolled his eyes, holding in a comment about how Kaito was one to talk concerning wardrobe color schemes. He seemed to recall a certain outfit featuring yellow pants, a red jacket, and a blue plaid shirt tied around Kaito’s waist.
“Masaomi dressed himself today,” Shinichi informed. “He threw a fit when I tried to get him to change into something that matched, so… I think he’s decided that blue is bad now.”
Kaito tried not to sigh. “Is that in addition to green, or is green okay now that blue is evil? Because it would be really great if I could get him to walk on the grass.”
Shinichi opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by the sound of the hall phone—the detective agency phone—ringing.
Kaito turned to go and answer it, but he hadn’t made it three steps when the ringing stopped and a small voice said, “Kudo Detective Agency. This is Kuroba. How may I help you?”
Kaito and Shinichi’s eyes widened, and Kaito dashed out into the hall to take the phone away from the toddler.
“Just one minute, please,” Masaomi parroted the lines he’d heard Kaito repeat hundreds of times.
Kaito arrived, scooping up his precocious son just as Masaomi pressed the call transfer button, forwarding the call to the phone on Shinichi’s desk.
Shinichi picked up, trying to keep from laughing as he greeted, “Hello? Kudo Shinichi speaking…. Oh, hello, Inspector. No, that was Masaomi. Apparently he’s training to fill in as secretary, if Kuroba ever goes on vacation…. Oh? …Okay. Sure…. I’ll stop by tomorrow…. Okay. Say hello to Mrs. Takagi and the kids for me…. See you later.”
“Takagi-keibu needs help with another case?” Kaito surmised, coming back into the study, carrying Masaomi like a baby koala.
“Takagi-keibu needs help with a surprise for Satou-keiji,” Shinichi sniggered, coming over to take Masaomi from Kaito and lifting the boy up, spinning with him. “Where did you learn to answer a phone, young man?”
Masaomi pointed at Kaito.
“He’s the one that transferred the call too,” Kaito informed.
Shinichi’s eyebrows rose in surprise as he lowered Masaomi, situating the toddler in front of him. “Is that so? Well, I guess he has seen you do it more times than any of us care to count. You have been carrying him around on your hip at work for the entirety of his life, so…”
The doorbell rang, causing Kaito to frown. “Who could that be? You don’t have any appointments. Were you expecting company?”
Shinichi snuck a glance at his wristwatch. “The Shounen Tanteidan, but they’re really early. They’re going to help out around the agency today, so you can have the day off.” Shinichi smiled sheepishly. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’m surprised,” Kaito assured, making his way to the front door to let in their guests. “This entire day has been one big surprise.”
Shinichi grimaced as he picked up on the weary tone in Kaito’s voice.
Masaomi caught Shinichi’s eye and frowned.
“He doesn’t like surprises unless he’s the one doing the surprising,” Shinichi sighed, and Masaomi shook his head slowly in agreement.
“I had just hoped that maybe today a little deviation from the normal routine would help distract him from…” Shinichi trailed off with another sigh, and Masaomi patted Shinichi’s hair gently.
“You know, he loved your parents very much, and he misses him. It’s like when we lost your elephant a couple months ago and you were inconsolable until we found it behind the couch.”
Masaomi nodded, adding, “Only Ka-chan can’t find Saguru and Aoko.”
Shinichi’s eyes widened and then he smiled, chuckling, “My, you’re chatty today. You’re not going to stop talking for a month again now, are you?”
Masaomi shrugged as if he hadn’t made up his mind on the matter yet.
“…And you should call them ‘Otou-san’ and ‘Okaa-san’,” Shinichi corrected. “It’s respectful.”
Masaomi shrugged and laid his head on Shinichi’s shoulder. Shinichi thought he heard Masaomi whisper something like, “Honor the one who raised you over the one who bore you”, but, just then, the Shounen Tanteidan came thundering into the study.
Mikau: I can't for the life of me find the source of Masaomi's quote at the end. I first heard it from my Classical Japanese Literature professor when we were studying Tale of Genji. Only that was six years ago, and she was paraphrasing, and by the time I've remembered it and translated it into English, google can't find it. :/