Mahaado’s
eyes showed melancholy and he turned away a little, carefully with the
Pharaoh in his arms, still asleep. He recognized the feelings between
the other two all too well; a love that would never be really true and
would never come to pass. They weren’t destined to be
together, however harsh it was; it was the undeniable truth in their
future. Yami was the Pharaoh, who was going to be sent back to the
Afterlife sooner or later. So many trials and tests were still awaiting
them, so much grief and sorrow as well as happiness and victory.
Mahaado studied the face of his sleeping ruler. He had failed him
enough, he wouldn’t fail him now, this evening, this one
night they had together. He wasn’t afraid of what the morning
would bring, even more so he was looking forward to it. Together
forever. Past, present and future. An eternal servant.
Time was a
strange thing, Yuugi thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, fully
dressed. Morning already,
and he had hoped this night would never end. Not only for himself.
He’d seen the love in Mana’s eyes, he’d
seen the deep respect and love in Mahaado’s eyes.
He’d seen the love in Yami’s eyes, and knew there
had been love in his eyes, too.
How could a night be so short, and so intense? How could he live with himself, knowing what he knew now? About timelines, other realities, other Jounouchis, Anzus and Yuugis who existed in other worlds, making mistakes, living, loving, laughing and lamenting all the same?
How could he
live now everything would be turned back, and his Other would become a
spirit again, losing his body for the second time? Yuugi had hoped to
learn the reasons behind it all, the answers to his million questions,
but he knew it was too late - he couldn’t ask them anymore,
and if he could, they wouldn’t be answered. This
morning…this morning, people would die, and they would
embrace it with joy.
Startled as he
felt hands on his shoulders, he quickly broke into a smile when he saw
it was Yami. Who else could be touching him at this very moment?
“Aibou,”
he said, cupping his face, “this is going to be difficult.
When they leave…”
“Shhh,”
Yuugi silenced him. “One more kiss, please. They’re
not going to leave, not yet.”
There
wasn’t an answer, just soft lips on his, and he
couldn’t help but heave a sigh.
“This
shouldn’t happen,” he said when Yami pulled away
from him, repeating the kiss on his neck.
“It
seems that higher forces than us have decided for it to be this way,
aibou,” Yami said. “Fate, or destiny. Whatever
brought us together, whatever made you solve the Puzzle after eight
year, whatever invented that Great Timeline…it also made
them, no forced them, to return to where they came from.”
“But
they came from nowhere, mou hitori no boku,” Yuugi said.
“As soon as they…leave, they’ll
die!”
Yami nodded.
He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, sugarcoat it.
“They will die, but not in a way we see death, aibou. They
will continue to live on another plane - Afterlife, heaven, however you
want to name it…but it is something they believe in, and
something that will await them, and they will be happy
together.”
“As
long as they’re happy,” Yuugi said, but his voice
didn’t sound very confident. He looked up when there was a
knock at his door.
“So
early?” Yami said confusedly and looked at the clock. It was
unbelievable that it was a regular school day, and Yuugi
should’ve been sitting in his math class by now. He
couldn’t care less at the moment. Time…had proven
itself to be very strange and very fleeting, slipping through his
fingers like sand, whisked away by the wind…
“Too
early, way too early,” he mumbled and stood up from his side
of the bed. Yami followed him, standing up as well, the chain of the
Puzzle rattling as he moved.
“Aibou.”
“I
know.”
Yami pressed a
kiss on his forehead, but made no movement to walk to the door. They
remained standing, facing each other, bright violet eyes gazing into
dark crimson ones.
“We
have to go.”
“We
can’t keep them waiting.”
“This
is horrible,” Yuugi whispered as he pressed down the handle
of the door, opening it.
“I
know,” Yami said, repeating Yuugi’s earlier words.
He felt nervous, light-hearted and burdened at the same time if that
was possible; he couldn’t describe the feeling that ran
through him. Was it because he was going to meet the other Pharaoh
again? Or was it the inevitability of the situation…and that
he would return to be the spirit of the Sennen Puzzle as soon as the
magician left?
“Good
morning!” Mana waved at them as they entered the living room.
They were standing close to the window where Mahaado had stood only
yesterday - only a few hours ago. Yuugi swallowed, returning the wave.
She looked different, and not only because of her clothes. The
formless, dark purple long robes were gone; instead she wore a short
skirt, combined with a top in the same color, a golden belt around her
waist. Her eyes were sparkling, and her smile was brighter than before.
The Pharaoh was standing next to her, the epitome of composed calmness,
his hands next to his sides. His clothing was repaired and his jewelry
shone in the early morning light. Mahaado wasn’t present yet
- secretly, Yuugi hoped that their departure would be postponed, for
whatever reason Mahaado hadn’t shown up.
Anzu was in
the other corner, also waving at Yuugi and smiling when he returned the
wave as well. She’d been reading something, and she looked
rested, yet anxious - her face was a little too pale, her expression
too blank as to keep her emotions in check.
“I
hope you slept well?” the magician asked and she even winked.
Yuugi blushed furiously, and the Pharaoh seemed to be very amused.
“This
has to be one of the most…eventful nights of my
life,” he said, and Yuugi looked crestfallen when hearing the
word ‘life’. If only they
didn’t have to leave…he had hoped they
could at least share breakfast together, but the table wasn’t
set, even though the dishes from last night were cleared out. They had
shared a very late dinner, Mana serving them quick and easy Egyptian
dishes, but tasty enough to feed them sufficiently. Yuugi had never
thought he’d sleep well with a full stomach, but he
hadn’t gottten much sleep anyway, so…
Yami chuckled
when seeing Yuugi blush even deeper. For a moment, just this little
moment, everything seemed to be perfect - just joking around, sharing a
little fun, being together. Yuugi wouldn’t have minded if
this moment did not end; he’d rather stick with his friends
than send them off to wherever they were going…and in their
case, going to somewhere no one could follow them. He didn’t
even dare ask for Mahaado, as if that would burst this happy little
bubble.
Mana talked
softly to the Pharaoh in their native language, while Anzu got up from
her chair and walking over to Yuugi and Yami, only her strained
movements betraying the tension she was trying to hide.
Yuugi beamed
up at her in an attempt to reassure her. He was glad that
she’d been with him the whole time; she was his best friend,
and that was something he was extremely grateful for. The moment he
opened his mouth to ask her how her night had been, if she’d
gotten any sleep, the door to the living room opened and Mahaado
entered.
“Good
morning everyone, good morning, Pharaoh,” he greeted, his
voice less tensed than Yuugi was used to. How could these people not be
afraid of what was waiting for them? Did the Pharaoh know everything
about what had happened? The way he was standing, he was one and all
regal calmness, unfazed. He nodded at Mahaado, acknowledging his
presence, prepared for anything. Mahaado already seemed to reach for
him…
“We
don’t want you to go,” Yuugi said, voice loud.
“There must be a way we can solve this, a way that will make
everyone of us happy, that everything can be solved.”
Mahaado
withdrew his hand, turning around to face Yuugi.
“I
am afraid, young Prince, that is not possible, no matter how much we
all want to,” he said. His robes were a light beige,
generously flowing around his body, but not as formless as his previous
clothing. The fabric was held up by a beautiful golden belt, and his
hair was covered by a headpiece, also made of gold. Yuugi was fairly
sure these were his clothes as he was supposed to wear all the time, in
his function as a Priest.
“All
the timelines have to follow the Great Timeline, and all of you, and
especially the Pharaoh, are a part of such an influential event that
any disturbance could cause a major collapse in the Great Timeline
itself.”
“We
know,” Anzu said, looking sad. “But that
doesn’t mean that we’re overjoyed to see you all
go, especially because we know what awaits you.”
Mahaado
nodded, the fabric of his headpiece shifting over his shoulders with
every movement. The Pharaoh shifted on his feet, tugging a little at
his purple cloak.
“There
is a battle ahead of me that I need to fight, and I am not going to
lose,” he said. “The darkness will be sealed for
millennia, and that is a victory worthy of my life.” He
turned to Yuugi and bowed to him. “My strong
vessel.”
He went to
Yami and bowed to him as well. “My strong self. We will all
survive.”
Yami finally
returned the favor, bowing to him. “It was an honor to meet
you.”
That answered
Yuugi’s unspoken question if the Pharaoh knew about
everything, and though he was a little confused about his words about a
battle ahead of him, it filled his heart with sadness that no more time
was given to them. He would’ve loved to talk to the Pharaoh
and learn from him and his culture, and to save him from impending
death…or just that nothingness.
Mahaado raised
his hand, but not in a way to say goodbye. A light purple glow
surrounded him for a brief moment, and then it was gone. It was the
spell he told them he would cast; the spell that would make them forget
what happened, or at least the information and knowledge they had
gotten from the previous events. So little time, so much
happening.
“My
Pharaoh, it is time.”
The voice of
magician sounded with longing, without a trace of fear or hesitation.
The Pharaoh showed Yami and Yuugi a warm smile.
“The
Gods watch over you always.”
Yami nodded
simply in return, while Yuugi swallowed heavily. He couldn’t
hold back the tears and desperately didn’t want to cry in
front of his friends, in front of the Pharaoh, Mahaado and Mana who
were literally going to walk to their death.
“We’ll
see you again, Prince, sooner than you think!” The girl
waved, smiling as she never smiled before.
“Farewell,
Prince, Other Pharaoh,” Mahaado said, a hint of amusement at
last. He took the Pharaoh’s left hand, and Mana all but
latching onto his other, immediately opening a portal with the supplied
energy.
The Pharaoh
looked over his shoulder as they stood in front of the portal, seconds
away of walking through it. There was no fear on his face, only a very
familiar smirk, and suddenly he moved both entwined hands up, as in a
last greeting.
Yuugi put up
his hand as well, waving his last goodbye, unable to keep from crying.
He didn’t want the Pharaoh’s last memory of him to
be with tears on his face, even though he knew the other would forget
it as soon as they went through the portal. Mana, Mahaado, the
Pharaoh…they would all be gone, gone forever, dissolved into
the timeline and into nothingness. They would simply cease to exist as
all the timelines has been restored, their presence superfluous. The
light absorbed them as they stepped through, the flowing cloak of the
Pharaoh the last thing to be seen. The portal shone strongly after they
passed, their bodies disappearing from sight.
The bracelets
around Anzu’s wrists clicked against each other as she was
still waving, the portal slowly shrinking, the light still shining
brightly until it disappeared suddenly, as if someone had turned off a
switch. Silence was all that reigned in the apartment that seemed heavy
with suppressed grief and pain, the last trace of lingering hope gone
with the portal.
“Aibou.”
Yami said, his voice sounding strangely hollow.
“Mou
hitori no boku…”
“Aibou,
do you want to sit down…?”
“I’m
sorry, I’m so sorry,” Yuugi whispered.
“What
do you mean, aibou? There is nothing you have to be sorry
about.”
“Yes,
I do,” Yuugi hiccupped. “Look at me, crying all
over. I didn’t want them to see me cry as they
left…”
He gently
touched Yuugi’s shoulder, relieved that he was still solid.
Yuugi needed some comfort, and hopefully he could give it to him before
he would dissolve as well…he had no doubt that as soon as
the portal was gone, Mahaado’s magic would end, unable to
uphold his physical body.
“Aibou,
you remember what they said, do you not? There is still a long road
ahead of us, a road wherein we will discover my memories. There are
dangers ahead, but also good moments, and we will learn from
it…we will both learn from it.”
“You…your
other self didn’t even hesitate in stepping through that
portal.” Yuugi rubbed at his eyes, hating that he
couldn’t stop the flow of tears. Anzu dabbed at her eyes as
well, using a handkerchief to absorb the flow of tears.
“It
was courage,” Yami said. “Courage we all share,
aibou. You have been very courageous too, you know…when you
stood up for your friends, when you gave people a second
chance…it is a trait we all share.”
“If
it’s courage, why am I crying so much?”
“Do
you want to say that only girls are allowed to cry?” Anzu
said, trying to make it sound like a joke. Yami showed a small grin.
“Of
course not. Tears are never a sign of weakness, you both know that. You
are my friends, more than that - you are here.” He placed a
hand over his heart. Anzu nodded, suppressing another sob.
“Those
battles and tests ahead of you took place millennia ago,”
Yuugi whispered. “That was what the Pharaoh meant. Mou hitori
no boku…”
“Yes,
aibou?” Yami said, leaning into him to put his hand on
Yuugi’s shoulder. Both he and Anzu gasped in surprise when
his hand went straight through Yuugi’s body, unable to touch
him.
“No,
no, not now!” Yuugi cried.
“With
Mahaado gone, the spell can’t be upheld any
longer,” Yami sighed, the look on his face devastated. Anzu
stared at him, her mouth moving as she couldn’t find the
words. He was dissolving in front of her eyes, his solid body becoming
more and more ghost-like by the second.
“Please
don’t leave me!”
“I
am not leaving you, aibou…we could not be
closer…”
“You’re
right…” Yuugi looked up, rubbing at his eyes
again. He was done crying - tears wouldn’t bring his friends
back, and tears wouldn’t change the situation. He forced
himself to watch as his Other, Yami, disappeared, wearing the same
smirk as the Pharaoh when he stepped through the portal. The Puzzle
fell to the floor, his body too far gone to support the weight. Yuugi
reached for the Item, grabbing the thick chain and putting it around
his neck again, the weight immediately familiar against his chest. A
hand was on his shoulder - Anzu’s. Gratefully, he looked up
at her.
“Is
he home again?” she asked, a little sheepishly because she
referred to the Puzzle as his home. Yuugi beamed at her.
“Yes,
he is,” he said. Just as the weight of the Puzzle,
Yami’s presence in his mind was familiar. It would be hard
living without it, as that day would be inevitable as well, but as far
as Yuugi was concerned, that day would take a long time to come. Time
again. Anzu smiled nonetheless. She suddenly turned her head
to the right.
“What
is it?” Yuugi asked, cautious.
“I
thought I heard something,” she said.
“Someone?”
“No…look,
Yuugi!”
She
didn’t have to point at anything in particular, as it seemed
all of the furniture and objects in the living room started to decay
and rot. Dust settled over the couch, chairs and the large dining
table, the walls looked gray and dirty, with the wall paper torn and
peeled off. The book case was empty, only a few volumes, dusty and
crumbling, left behind. The paint was chipped, large flakes falling
down from the ceiling.
“I
guess that was the last of their
heka,” Anzu said. She looked up at the ceiling
which showed large black circles, as if someone had been smoking there
at exact the same place for ages.
“I
guess so too,” Yuugi agreed, feeling sad. All those beautiful
things, gone, withered away, just as time would take everything away. We
will forget in time, he reminded himself,
but we won’t be forgotten in time.
“We
better go,” Anzu suggested. “Ah…my book
bag!”
He had to
suppress a short laugh. “Is mine there, too?”
“Yes,
they’re both here,” Anzu said, pulling out the two
heavy bags from behind the dusty, moldy chair she had just been sitting
in only moments ago. Yuugi took his bag from her, flinging it over his
shoulder.
“Come
on, everyone will be so worried,” he said.
“Especially
Jounouchi! He’s going to give you an earfull when he hears
all about this…”
“I’m
sure he will!”
They left the
living room, not surprised to find the hallway in the same state of
decay. Carefully, they moved past the large gaps in the carpet,
avoiding touching the dirty walls. Yuugi reached the front door first,
and rattled at the doorknob. It broke off as the door swung open.
“What
the hell?”
He immediately
took a step back, almost bumping into Anzu, as the tall man towered
over him. “Hey kids, get out of the way! These apartments are
going to be demolished, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Nothing,”
Anzu chirped, “we were…just curious!”
“Curious,
my ass,” the man answered rudely. He tugged at his utility
belt and took out a hammer. “Get lost!”
Anzu had to
giggle, dragging Yuugi with her as they searched for the elevator of
the building, which looked dilapidated in broad daylight. A large crane
was next to it, and construction workers were all over the place. Yuugi
looked over his shoulder a few time, being stared after by the man that
had ‘caught’ them, but he wasn’t really
looking at the man - he was looking for a last glimpse of Mana,
Mahaado, or the Pharaoh…but there was nothing to see, there
was nothing that remained of them, and finally he turned his head
around and looked forward, if only to see where he was going; a lot of
rubbish was on the floor.
They avoided a
few other construction workers on their way down and left the building,
Anzu looking around to discern where they were. Not that extremely far
from the park, as their run from yesterday evening had proved. She
pointed westwards.
“That
way to school, Yuugi,” she said.
“Okay!”
She shifted
her book bag from one hand to another, walking along Yuugi on their way
back to school. Obviously lost in thoughts, she stared in front of her,
her hands loosely on her back. Yuugi’s thoughts drifted off
as well, subconsciously worrying about his Other and searching him out
in his soul room, wanting to know if he really, really was there.
“Mou
hitori no boku?”
“Yes,
aibou?” came the immediate answer.
“Will
we ever know if they succeeded in repairing the timeline?”
“The
Great Timeline they were talking about was out of danger with the
timelines they repaired…and with the Pharaoh they found in
this universe, everything was rectified,” his Other pondered.
“I guess that if they really did not succeed after all, this
world would either come to an end right now or they would return, to
try to restore it.”
“I
would love to see them again,” Yuugi whispered.
“Mou hitori no boku…”
“Yes,
aibou.”
“About
last night…”
“About
last night,” he repeated, some amusement to his voice.
“What is it you wanted to talk about, last night?”
“Hey,
are you blacking out on me again?”
“Whu-what?”
Yuugi blinked a few times.
“Keep
your attention to traffic young man,” Anzu mock-scolded him.
She lifted up her finger, tapping him on the nose. “I
don’t want to see you getting almost hit by a car once
again.”
“You’re
right about that,” Yuugi said a little sheepishly.
Anzu reached
for him, grabbing his hand and dragging him over the crossing.
“Come on, it’s green now!”
She laughed
contagiously, and he laughed with her. Their memories started to fade
during the last spell Mahaado had cast. As they ran to the other side
of the street, time twisted and turned one more time, a small ripple in
the universe of timelines, to return to a calm, smooth pattern as the
Great Timeline moved on, all in due time.
“Yuugi!
Anzu’s here for you!”
“Coming!”
Mutou Yuugi
snatched up his Sennen Puzzle, a golden pendant shaped like an
upside-down pyramid, and put the metal chain over his head. Satisfied,
he looked into the mirror, checking the way the Puzzle was secured - he
used to wear it on a rope, but recent events had proven that a chain
would be far more effective.
“I
can’t believe it,” Yuugi muttered.
“What,
aibou?” A voice floated through the room, only audible to the
young teen.
“That
so many people are after the Puzzle, mou hitori no boku,”
Yuugi answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to
speak to a spitting image of oneself in spirit form.
“I
am really glad that you have chosen for a more…ah, sturdier
solution,” the spirit said, his crimson eyes resting upon his
home - the Sennen Puzzle. Ever since Yuugi had managed to solve this
mysterious puzzle, his spirit and soul had been reawakened. For what
purpose or reason still eluded the both of them, but he had faith
enough that someday it would become all clear to them. For now, they
had their hands full on finding his memories; as he didn’t
recall anything from his past, and that was the most logical thing to
look for first.
“Mou
hitori no boku...”
“Yes,
aibou?”
“You’re
daydreaming. We have to go to school!”
“Ah,
yes, you are right,” he chuckled briefly and the next second
he was gone, retreating back into the Puzzle. Yuugi smiled to himself. One
day, we’ll find your memories, mou hitori no boku, and then
you’ll know all about yourself and why you’re here.
Until then, we’ll be friends and help each other.
Slinging the book bag over his shoulder and storming out of his room,
Yuugi almost ran over his mother.
“Sorry
about that, kaa-san!”
“Were
you talking to yourself again?” the woman asked, throwing him
a suspicious look.
“S-sorry.”
Yuugi blushed.
“You’re
growing up to be exactly like your grandfather,” she said,
shaking her head though she didn’t sound too sad about it.
“Now, hurry up, don’t keep poor Anzu
waiting!”
“No,
kaa-san,” Yuugi answered and threw her a smile before turning
around and thundering down the stairs. He really should’ve
gotten up earlier - there was no time for breakfast now. Yuugi opened
the door, squinting his eyes at the bright sun.
“Yuugi,
over here,” Anzu waved, her voice clearly indicating that she
wanted to be saved from his grandfather. Mutou Sugoroku was the
proprietor of the Kame Game shop for decades on end, and besides his
love for games he was pretty much renowned for his appreciation of the
female bust size. Anzu was too polite to tell him to knock it off with
glaring at her upper body and she heaved an audible sigh when Yuugi
grabbed her hand and dragged her off to school.
“Bye,
jii-chan! See you later!”
“Really,
Yuugi, your grandfather…” Anzu started when they
were well out of sight. Yuugi was now the one to heave a sigh.
“I
know, Anzu…he doesn’t mean it like that,
really.”
“He’s
a pervert,” she whispered furiously.
Yuugi blushed again, trying to find a way not to belittle his
grandfather’s actions…but he couldn’t
find any, because Anzu was right.
“He
really doesn’t mean it that bad,” he repeated,
willing his blush away. Anzu was far too optimistic and cheerful to let
it ruin her day, and started talking about an upcoming school
performance. She loved to dance, and this year the students of their
class had chosen to incorporate dance in their annual performance.
Yuugi wasn’t really looking forward to it and hoped he could
avoid all the dancing by simply volunteering to help with the costumes
and the stage settings. Mentally going over their classes for today, he
listened to Anzu talking as she was describing her costume and the
dance she was studying.
“I
think red would fit you splendidly,” Yuugi said, blushing at
the thought of Anzu in a form-fitting, long red dress. They halted in
front of the traffic lights. Anzu was very excited about the
performance, as her greatest dream was to go study modern dance in New
York. Only her best and closest friends knew of her ambition - Anzu
wasn’t the kind of girl to flaunt it in everybody’s
face, but she sure loved this opportunity, no matter if it was only a
mere school performance, to demonstrate her skills.
The traffic
light went green and Yuugi already took a step forward, still listening
attentively to Anzu describing the costumes for the dance. His feet had
barely touched the asphalt when he heard the girl screaming his name.
“Yuugi!”
Her hand
grabbed him at the collar of his school uniform and yanked him
forcefully back, out of the way of the onstorming car. Yuugi yelped in
surprise, stumbling and falling on his ass as she let go of him.
“People
are driving like crazy around here,” she muttered, looking at
the car disappearing around the corner, honking for good measure. She
reached for him to get him back up on his feet.
“Phew!
If it weren’t for you, I would be roadkill by now!”
Yuugi dusted off his school uniform, glaring at the direction in which
the car had disappeared to.
“If
you didn’t have me to look after you,” Anzu
quipped. She smiled. Yuugi adjusted his backpack and returned her smile.
“Come
on, let’s go.”
Anzu had
picked up the conversation about the school’s performance
again and Yuugi listened to her, enjoying her calm voice and her
enthusiasm for the dance. His own thoughts wandered away just a little,
and suddenly, something… or rather someone, to the left
caught his eye. It was a man, sitting behind a wooden table, a crystal
ball in front of him. He was dressed in a large, formless robe, masking
a great part of his face.
“Hey
kid, want to know the future?”
“The
future?”
Yuugi
wasn’t really sure. He wanted to know the future, that was
for sure - he wanted to help his Other, the spirit of the Sennen
Puzzle. It had just been a few weeks since they won Duelist Kingdom and
it had become pretty apparent that people were after him and the
Puzzle. Maybe…a glimpse in the future could help him out?
“Are
you sure?” Anzu asked, scrunching up her face. Whoever was
sitting in front of a dark alley with such weird clothes and a crystal
ball in front of them was pretty weird in her book, but if
Yuugi
really wanted to, it couldn’t hurt, could it?
“Can
you really see the future?” Yuugi asked, slightly incredulous.
“But
of course,” the man answered smoothly. “But I need
something personal of yours…your pendant perhaps?”
“Yuugi…are
you sure…?” Anzu asked again. She knew that there
was something about the Puzzle, and not only because of
Yuugi’s other. He hesitated, not sure whether he could trust
the man or not. It took him a few minutes, but then he beamed at Anzu,
his good-hearted and kind nature prevailing. He would have to have
faith, not only for now, but also in the future. He would find his
Other’s name, his memories, and help him as much as he helped
Yuugi in retrieving his grandfather’s soul. He would trust,
he would have faith, in what was to come, and what Fate - and time -
had all laid out for him.
He took the chain from his neck, missing the satisfied grin on the man’s face. A glimpse in the future wouldn’t hurt. He would do anything to help his Other, and his faith and hope was more important, even if he was about to be fooled. He would remain positive, and believe in himself and the goodness of mankind. Yuugi handed the Puzzle over to the man, unknown of the series of events he would set off with this simple gesture, events that would test him, his friends and his Other, in deepest darkness and hopeful light.
End
Chapter 13 |