[fic] TGZ: Fight Scene
Jan. 30th, 2006 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpSo... um. That one day job? Turns out it -might- last most of this week. ^^ Don't mind. I have permission to entertain myself with the computer and internet as long as it doesn't effect work. ^__^ And the guys are nice folk to.
Only problem is that I'm answering phones and some of the people have -really- thick accents. Then talk fast. I have to ask for people to repeat stuff a lot. Got asked if I was Canadian today. Guess we really we don't quite sound quite American anymore, but we don't sound exactly Kiwi either. @_@
Speaking of Canadian, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thekeet for answering our Canada question.
This is the missing chapter after Aoko's Visit. We're now caught up! mwuahahahaaa. Prolly needs editing. *Sigh* Ah, well.
The most recent chapters have been posted IN ORDER! on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
manycases1truth and dc_yaoi.
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Violet.
Deep, dark, rich, unmistakable violet.
Kaito, no, Kid stared at his eyes in the mirror in shock, icy tendrils of shock wiping away the last vestiges of heated anger from his mind.
He and Saguru had been fighting. It had been building for weeks, the tension between them brewing since before Aoko had come to visit them. It had gotten worse in the days after his sister left, Saguru silent and distant most of the time, refusing to comment on his broody behaviour when Kaito asked. The blond seemed to lurk a bit as well, constantly watching Kaito as if the detective was expecting him to vanish at any moment.
It was enough to make a thief paranoid. He hadn’t stolen anything in ages --well, since Christmas anyway-- nor was he planning to. So he’d done the only thing he could think of.
Waited until after dinner, when Mum left to spend the night on one of her usual odd disappearances, asked Hirokini to turn off the microphones for a little while, then went and tracked down Saguru for a calm, rational discussion on what the hell was going on in what passed for a brain in the blond’s head.
He didn’t -like- fighting. Heists were one thing, it was a match, a contest, a game of wits. It had rules, guidelines of sorts. Bantering was great, it was duelling with words and ideas. Snark was lovely.
Fighting? No. Too much potential for damage of all sorts. He just wished that Saguru had gotten that memo.
The past several minutes --however long it had been since he’d walked into the room and asked Saguru what was going on-- were a blur of meaningless loud voices. They’d both been too angry to think very clearly. At least until Saguru shoved a hand mirror in Kaito’s direction then demanded to know what colour his eyes were.
They were the same colour they usually were. Blue. Not the clear bright blue of Saguru’s contacts, but a darker blue, like an indigo.
Then Saguru had moved, straightening up and squaring his shoulders in an imposing posture, placing himself between Kaito and the window. Kaito had locked the door himself, a chair pressed up against the knob to make sure Saguru didn’t weasel out of their conversation. A stupid move in retrospect, as his mind had registered ‘law enforcement official’ and ‘blocking escape route’.
He’d reacted accordingly, preparing to flee out the other window, if need be. The detective was bigger and stronger, but he was faster.
Saguru had asked what colour his eyes were then. He’d glanced quickly, then done a double take.
Not blue.
Violet.
“I -always- knew who I was talking to.” Was Saguru’s comment, strangely calm and detached.
He touched the mirror, then his face, part of his mind rebelling and crying it was a trick. But as he watched, the violet faded back towards blue, hovering somewhere between the two colours.
“It’s been like that since we met again in August.” The detective sighed, loosing the impressive aura and shrinking back down to his usual self. He tiredly sank down on the bed, looking drained. “It used to be almost a physical change, your switching between the Kaitou Kid and Kuroba Kaito. You’d… shift, and the colour would change. But since we moved here, they haven’t been one or the other. Like you haven’t known who you are. I thought you might want space to figure it out.”
Kaito repressed a flinch as the comment hit a little too close to the truth. Especially at the beginning, when they had first moved here, he’d had a hard time coming back from being the Kid for such an extended period of time. Even now, he still wasn’t sure he’d succeeded in doing so. It was far to easy to slip, one way or the other. React the wrong way.
“Also,” The blond continued uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “You’re kind of isolated here. Visits from Aoko-chan aside, this is ‘my’ territory. House, country, even the language. There’s no neutral zone here, no separate dwellings to retreat to like there were in Japan. I didn’t want you to think that you –had- to do something just so that you could stay here.”
He hadn’t even thought of that. “Sometimes, you think too much.” He informed Saguru as he grabbed the computer chair to sit on. Antiquated sense of chivalry and honour… He wasn’t some girl Saguru had to protect.
“Firstly,” He counted down on his fingers. “You’re not ‘making’ me do anything I don’t want to. If you were, no matter how fucked up in the head I am, I’d be out of here.”
“I know.” Saguru agreed dully. “You’d be out of here, winging it back to Japan or something. Hence, my not wanting to pressure you into something you’re not interested in.”
The phrasing of the last bit of sentence caught his attention. Did Saguru thought he wasn’t interested…
Come to think of it, the blond seemed to have the worst timing lately. Especially at that one house with the that one pink-haired girl and the *shudder* hedgehog incident. He had kept trying to get Saguru to help him escape the pink menace, but if Saguru thought he was interested in the girl, he’d do exactly what he had done, turn away to give him an opportunity… And then that time with Aoko in the bathroom with the tag on the boxers, he hadn’t gotten a chance to clear that up either.
“Who said anything about not being interested?” He finally ventured.
He wished he had a camera for the look Saguru gave him, wide-eyed with surprise and tentative hope. The detective gaped at him for a moment, his mouth moving silently.
Kaito shrugged, ducking his head slightly. “You’d only kissed the Kid, thought you were only interested in him, not boring old Kaito.”
Saguru’s jaw closed with a snap. “No. Definitely not.” Before confusion had a chance to sink it, Saguru amended himself. "Boring is something you certainly are -not-. Either of you.”
“Ah.” Kaito nodded, faintly embarrassed and strangely pleased.
Silence fell, both of them reflecting and pondering what to do next.
“So…” Kaito finally drawled. “Just to clarify-“
“You like me and I like you.” Saguru was blushing slightly, a small smile on his face. “Er. Both of you. More than like, really. Um. Romantically.”
“I’d gotten that.” Kaito smiled back. “And ditto.”
Saguru grinned, looking relieved. “Good.”
It was. “Yeah.”
“So. Um…” Saguru laughed nervously. “God. What next?”
Good question. Things were suddenly awkward. Not the awkward of the past several weeks, but a different kind. A better kind of awkward, a good feeling awkward. but still awkward. It was still just him and Saguru just hanging out… but suddenly there was -more-. Stuff. Potential. Something.
“Sleep?” He suggested. “After that, let’s just take it as it comes? Uh. Figure it out as we go along?”
The detective paused a moment, then nodded in agreement. “Sounds good. But I think it’s best if you sleep in your room tonight. Less possibly that we’ll do something we’ll regret later.”
Kaito debated about it for a moment, then agreed. Less opportunity for trouble. Even though the fight was over, it’d still be all too easy to start up again. They both had a habit of looking too deeply and over-analysing things sometimes. Like what started this whole mess. And it’d give them a chance to back off for a moment and reflect. He at least needed a chance to get his head on straight with this whole ‘Kaito-Kid-Eyes’ thing.
He rose, heading towards the door when a thought hit him. There were other things they could end up regretting other than fights. “Hey, Saguru?”
“Hmm?” Saguru had stood up as well, looking extremely self-conscious as he stood there.
“You’re not -that- traditional, are you?” Kaito ventured. “No sex before marriage and all that?”
Saguru looked thoughtful. “Well… the United Kingdom does have legal Civil Unions now, which isn’t -exactly- marriage but is as close as you’re going to find it outside of Canada. And we are both above the marriageable age of consent…”
Kaito stared, unable to properly phrase a response to that.
The blond chuckled, a rolling amused sound. “I don’t believe I am -that- traditional, as you say.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t quite sure if he was relieved or not… Did that count as a proposal?
“But…” Saguru’s amusement faded, to be replaced by a thoughtful expression. “I would prefer not to go rushing into things.”
For one thing, that wasn’t precisely in the detective’s nature to do so. Unless someone had died and or a mystery needed to be solved.
“We have a lot of potential to damage each other, more so than a lot of couples because of what we are.” Saguru continued. “If things between us go south there’s the very real possibility of either one or both of us ending up a lot more than our feelings hurt.”
“Like dead.” Kaito finished for him. The fact that they were both guys would be a factor in the relationship, certainly, but when it came down to the wire, the fact was that they were still a thief and a detective. Opposite sides of the law, even if they had a common enemy. And they both knew where to hide the bodies.
“Exactly.” Saguru looked like he had bit into something sour for a moment, then the expression flickered away. “And I’d really prefer if we didn’t tell Mum for a while.”
Kaito was about to ask why when he remembered Mum’s habit of appearing in unexpected places. With cameras. Plural. Not to mention they were allowed a great deal of privacy and freedom because they were ‘just friends’. “Right.”
Mum squealing over what a cute couple they were… The thought sent shivers down his spine. Ugh. “No problem.”
Although, knowing Mum, she’d figure it out within minutes of walking in the door. Mum-sense or something.
“Thanks.” Saguru looked relieved and Kaito would have bet his monocle the detective was thinking along similar lines.
Kaito nodded, moving the chair away from the door and putting it where it normally stayed. “So… um. See you in the morning.”
“Yeah.” There was that awkward air again. “Night.”
“Sleep well.” He waved, feeling lame. He was a magician, a showman, he should be able to do more than a weak wave and ‘sleep well’. He could face down masses of blood hungry policemen, walking out of a bedroom should be a piece of cake.
He darted over to Saguru and kissed the surprised blond. It wasn’t a ‘suck the tonsils out of your throat’ or a quick peck. Just a nice, simple kiss. The kind they hadn’t shared in almost a year, since before he found Pandora. Gods it felt nice to do again.
“Pleasant dreams.” He grinned before ducking out of the door and heading towards his own room for the night.
Saguru’s grin followed him out.
-fin-
Sorry about the odd start, but that's what pictures we got. @_@;; you now know as much about the fight as we do. >P
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!
Only problem is that I'm answering phones and some of the people have -really- thick accents. Then talk fast. I have to ask for people to repeat stuff a lot. Got asked if I was Canadian today. Guess we really we don't quite sound quite American anymore, but we don't sound exactly Kiwi either. @_@
Speaking of Canadian, thanks to
thekeet for answering our Canada question.This is the missing chapter after Aoko's Visit. We're now caught up! mwuahahahaaa. Prolly needs editing. *Sigh* Ah, well.
The most recent chapters have been posted IN ORDER! on
manycases1truth and dc_yaoi.+++
Violet.
Deep, dark, rich, unmistakable violet.
Kaito, no, Kid stared at his eyes in the mirror in shock, icy tendrils of shock wiping away the last vestiges of heated anger from his mind.
He and Saguru had been fighting. It had been building for weeks, the tension between them brewing since before Aoko had come to visit them. It had gotten worse in the days after his sister left, Saguru silent and distant most of the time, refusing to comment on his broody behaviour when Kaito asked. The blond seemed to lurk a bit as well, constantly watching Kaito as if the detective was expecting him to vanish at any moment.
It was enough to make a thief paranoid. He hadn’t stolen anything in ages --well, since Christmas anyway-- nor was he planning to. So he’d done the only thing he could think of.
Waited until after dinner, when Mum left to spend the night on one of her usual odd disappearances, asked Hirokini to turn off the microphones for a little while, then went and tracked down Saguru for a calm, rational discussion on what the hell was going on in what passed for a brain in the blond’s head.
He didn’t -like- fighting. Heists were one thing, it was a match, a contest, a game of wits. It had rules, guidelines of sorts. Bantering was great, it was duelling with words and ideas. Snark was lovely.
Fighting? No. Too much potential for damage of all sorts. He just wished that Saguru had gotten that memo.
The past several minutes --however long it had been since he’d walked into the room and asked Saguru what was going on-- were a blur of meaningless loud voices. They’d both been too angry to think very clearly. At least until Saguru shoved a hand mirror in Kaito’s direction then demanded to know what colour his eyes were.
They were the same colour they usually were. Blue. Not the clear bright blue of Saguru’s contacts, but a darker blue, like an indigo.
Then Saguru had moved, straightening up and squaring his shoulders in an imposing posture, placing himself between Kaito and the window. Kaito had locked the door himself, a chair pressed up against the knob to make sure Saguru didn’t weasel out of their conversation. A stupid move in retrospect, as his mind had registered ‘law enforcement official’ and ‘blocking escape route’.
He’d reacted accordingly, preparing to flee out the other window, if need be. The detective was bigger and stronger, but he was faster.
Saguru had asked what colour his eyes were then. He’d glanced quickly, then done a double take.
Not blue.
Violet.
“I -always- knew who I was talking to.” Was Saguru’s comment, strangely calm and detached.
He touched the mirror, then his face, part of his mind rebelling and crying it was a trick. But as he watched, the violet faded back towards blue, hovering somewhere between the two colours.
“It’s been like that since we met again in August.” The detective sighed, loosing the impressive aura and shrinking back down to his usual self. He tiredly sank down on the bed, looking drained. “It used to be almost a physical change, your switching between the Kaitou Kid and Kuroba Kaito. You’d… shift, and the colour would change. But since we moved here, they haven’t been one or the other. Like you haven’t known who you are. I thought you might want space to figure it out.”
Kaito repressed a flinch as the comment hit a little too close to the truth. Especially at the beginning, when they had first moved here, he’d had a hard time coming back from being the Kid for such an extended period of time. Even now, he still wasn’t sure he’d succeeded in doing so. It was far to easy to slip, one way or the other. React the wrong way.
“Also,” The blond continued uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “You’re kind of isolated here. Visits from Aoko-chan aside, this is ‘my’ territory. House, country, even the language. There’s no neutral zone here, no separate dwellings to retreat to like there were in Japan. I didn’t want you to think that you –had- to do something just so that you could stay here.”
He hadn’t even thought of that. “Sometimes, you think too much.” He informed Saguru as he grabbed the computer chair to sit on. Antiquated sense of chivalry and honour… He wasn’t some girl Saguru had to protect.
“Firstly,” He counted down on his fingers. “You’re not ‘making’ me do anything I don’t want to. If you were, no matter how fucked up in the head I am, I’d be out of here.”
“I know.” Saguru agreed dully. “You’d be out of here, winging it back to Japan or something. Hence, my not wanting to pressure you into something you’re not interested in.”
The phrasing of the last bit of sentence caught his attention. Did Saguru thought he wasn’t interested…
Come to think of it, the blond seemed to have the worst timing lately. Especially at that one house with the that one pink-haired girl and the *shudder* hedgehog incident. He had kept trying to get Saguru to help him escape the pink menace, but if Saguru thought he was interested in the girl, he’d do exactly what he had done, turn away to give him an opportunity… And then that time with Aoko in the bathroom with the tag on the boxers, he hadn’t gotten a chance to clear that up either.
“Who said anything about not being interested?” He finally ventured.
He wished he had a camera for the look Saguru gave him, wide-eyed with surprise and tentative hope. The detective gaped at him for a moment, his mouth moving silently.
Kaito shrugged, ducking his head slightly. “You’d only kissed the Kid, thought you were only interested in him, not boring old Kaito.”
Saguru’s jaw closed with a snap. “No. Definitely not.” Before confusion had a chance to sink it, Saguru amended himself. "Boring is something you certainly are -not-. Either of you.”
“Ah.” Kaito nodded, faintly embarrassed and strangely pleased.
Silence fell, both of them reflecting and pondering what to do next.
“So…” Kaito finally drawled. “Just to clarify-“
“You like me and I like you.” Saguru was blushing slightly, a small smile on his face. “Er. Both of you. More than like, really. Um. Romantically.”
“I’d gotten that.” Kaito smiled back. “And ditto.”
Saguru grinned, looking relieved. “Good.”
It was. “Yeah.”
“So. Um…” Saguru laughed nervously. “God. What next?”
Good question. Things were suddenly awkward. Not the awkward of the past several weeks, but a different kind. A better kind of awkward, a good feeling awkward. but still awkward. It was still just him and Saguru just hanging out… but suddenly there was -more-. Stuff. Potential. Something.
“Sleep?” He suggested. “After that, let’s just take it as it comes? Uh. Figure it out as we go along?”
The detective paused a moment, then nodded in agreement. “Sounds good. But I think it’s best if you sleep in your room tonight. Less possibly that we’ll do something we’ll regret later.”
Kaito debated about it for a moment, then agreed. Less opportunity for trouble. Even though the fight was over, it’d still be all too easy to start up again. They both had a habit of looking too deeply and over-analysing things sometimes. Like what started this whole mess. And it’d give them a chance to back off for a moment and reflect. He at least needed a chance to get his head on straight with this whole ‘Kaito-Kid-Eyes’ thing.
He rose, heading towards the door when a thought hit him. There were other things they could end up regretting other than fights. “Hey, Saguru?”
“Hmm?” Saguru had stood up as well, looking extremely self-conscious as he stood there.
“You’re not -that- traditional, are you?” Kaito ventured. “No sex before marriage and all that?”
Saguru looked thoughtful. “Well… the United Kingdom does have legal Civil Unions now, which isn’t -exactly- marriage but is as close as you’re going to find it outside of Canada. And we are both above the marriageable age of consent…”
Kaito stared, unable to properly phrase a response to that.
The blond chuckled, a rolling amused sound. “I don’t believe I am -that- traditional, as you say.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t quite sure if he was relieved or not… Did that count as a proposal?
“But…” Saguru’s amusement faded, to be replaced by a thoughtful expression. “I would prefer not to go rushing into things.”
For one thing, that wasn’t precisely in the detective’s nature to do so. Unless someone had died and or a mystery needed to be solved.
“We have a lot of potential to damage each other, more so than a lot of couples because of what we are.” Saguru continued. “If things between us go south there’s the very real possibility of either one or both of us ending up a lot more than our feelings hurt.”
“Like dead.” Kaito finished for him. The fact that they were both guys would be a factor in the relationship, certainly, but when it came down to the wire, the fact was that they were still a thief and a detective. Opposite sides of the law, even if they had a common enemy. And they both knew where to hide the bodies.
“Exactly.” Saguru looked like he had bit into something sour for a moment, then the expression flickered away. “And I’d really prefer if we didn’t tell Mum for a while.”
Kaito was about to ask why when he remembered Mum’s habit of appearing in unexpected places. With cameras. Plural. Not to mention they were allowed a great deal of privacy and freedom because they were ‘just friends’. “Right.”
Mum squealing over what a cute couple they were… The thought sent shivers down his spine. Ugh. “No problem.”
Although, knowing Mum, she’d figure it out within minutes of walking in the door. Mum-sense or something.
“Thanks.” Saguru looked relieved and Kaito would have bet his monocle the detective was thinking along similar lines.
Kaito nodded, moving the chair away from the door and putting it where it normally stayed. “So… um. See you in the morning.”
“Yeah.” There was that awkward air again. “Night.”
“Sleep well.” He waved, feeling lame. He was a magician, a showman, he should be able to do more than a weak wave and ‘sleep well’. He could face down masses of blood hungry policemen, walking out of a bedroom should be a piece of cake.
He darted over to Saguru and kissed the surprised blond. It wasn’t a ‘suck the tonsils out of your throat’ or a quick peck. Just a nice, simple kiss. The kind they hadn’t shared in almost a year, since before he found Pandora. Gods it felt nice to do again.
“Pleasant dreams.” He grinned before ducking out of the door and heading towards his own room for the night.
Saguru’s grin followed him out.
-fin-
Sorry about the odd start, but that's what pictures we got. @_@;; you now know as much about the fight as we do. >P
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Date: 2006-01-30 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 05:39 pm (UTC)The eye-color change was very nicely done; liked that, and it made perfect sense. This was a bit I've been waiting to see for a long while, and it was worth the wait. **grin** Of course, I'm with Mum on this one, though-- PICTURES! PICTURES PICTURES! Are you sure she wasn't hiding behind furniture during this? I can just see her a year or so later:
MUM: "And this is a photo of their first fight; aren't they cute?"
HAKUBA: "Mum... how did you--"
MUM: "Dear, a mother has her ways."
HAKUBA: "Uh, just what else have you got pictures of?"
MUM: "Well... nothing I'll show you without having your Uncle Glorian nearby as backup, certainly."
HAKUBA (aside to Kaito): "Your burlary skills are up to par again, correct? She usually keeps her negatives in the safe behind the portrait in the study--"
KAITO: "Way ahead of you, man. Way ahead of you."
she's YOUR character, makes complete sense.
Date: 2006-01-30 07:07 pm (UTC)Make sure to get the back up photos that are in the sock drawer and under the mattress.
Hmmm... *scratches chin* Lately, YGO art plunnies are biting... will see what I can do for snoggish TGZ art.
... although, not while at work... @_@;;
Yay! Glad the eyes make sense! That was covered in SoG, but Kaito never knew about them...
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Date: 2006-02-01 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 07:02 pm (UTC)First they have to stop the guys in black from killing them. ~_^ THEN they can snog in peace.
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Date: 2006-01-30 05:10 am (UTC)Nice to see that Kaito and Hakuba have cleared the air between them. (the whole eye color thing was fun)
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:15 pm (UTC)Nice to see that Kaito and Hakuba have cleared the air between them.
Yeah. ^^;; As Ysabet can contest to, we've been playing with that for a while. Just could never hear/see the actual fight, just the eye-mirror thing.
So went with what we could get. #^^#
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Date: 2006-01-30 01:32 pm (UTC)Happy Chinese New Year back. Eat more hot dogs!
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:17 pm (UTC)We get a lot more bangers here than hot dogs. But will try!
Heard that Dogs are supposed to be bringers of Good News. Will see, ne? ~_^
Yay! Glad the eye-shift worked! XD
-Blame Ysabet for Mum. ^___________^
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Date: 2006-01-30 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 10:18 pm (UTC)Oh, and by the way, I have a present for you. There's a wonderful, wonderful fanart of Jou and Kaiba, with a twist, at http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/~sankairo/kosupure.html
I think you (and everyone else!) might like it. *hint hint nudge nudge*
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Date: 2006-01-30 10:29 pm (UTC)... even funnier is that over in the other window, I'm re-editing and adding more to our YGO fic, Guard Dog. #^^#
And yes, the snogging can commence. And there was much rejoicing. ^___^
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Date: 2006-01-31 02:50 am (UTC)*squeels* WHEE!!!! eye change thing=AWESOME!!!! *gives icka-san cookies* YAY!
But all in all after the hyperness was over and I re-read it I really liked the "Did that count as a proposal?" part. I laughed and then called my friends and was all like "LOOK!!!! Haku-chan pretty much proposed!!!" and then they screamed in my ears, so I cant hear and went to go read... Good chappie though!
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Date: 2006-01-31 07:51 pm (UTC)Y'know... somehow I'm both terrified and proud. ^^;;
Yay! Glad you liked! XD *munches cookies!*
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Date: 2006-02-01 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 07:51 pm (UTC)