Part 2 - The Thrall
Standard disclaimers apply.
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for all of 02 except the epilogue.
YAOI WARNING: Erm... hmm, well there's going to be boy x boy stuff
all throughout this fic, but I doubt it will get explicit. I don't
really want to call it shonen ai though, because there's not going to
be much WAFF at -all- in this fic. Just loads and loads of angst.
"Of course I can track him," Koushirou said, sounding somewhat
offended to even being asked that. It was easy enough to track any of
the other Chosen Children. The digivices and the D3s had strong
signals unique to them that was rather easy to pinpoint. He frowned
slightly and added, "Well, as long as he still has his D3 on him."
Yamato, Takeru and Hikari looked at each other questioningly. All
three shook their heads as if coming to the same conclusion. They
were all huddled together in one corner of the waiting room to avoid
any eavesdropping. Taichi and Koushirou had arrived about half an
hour after the police had left. Yamato had watched his brother and
Hikari for the entire time. He wasn't sure what to do, but knew one
way or another that they had to find Daisuke -soon-. "No, we didn't
see it anywhere in the apartment," he answered finally, glancing over
at Taichi as he did so, "He probably still has it with him."
"No sweat then," Taichi grinned and enthusiastically slapped
Koushirou on the back. "Kou-kun will find Daisuke with his pineapple,
we'll go rescue the kid and kick the ass of whoever did this."
"It's not that simple. And I told you not to call me that," Koushirou
bristled as he glared over at Taichi. He sighed in defeat when Taichi
just grinned back at him maniacally. There were times when he really
wondered about their leader's mental health. Surely no one could be
that dense and sane at the same time. "It won't be hard at all to
find him. But, I don't think it's all that smart to go searching
without at least one of our digimon along," he continued blandly as
he slid his laptop carrying case off of his shoulder. He hoped Taichi
would get the clue like he sometimes did. It was a rare occurrence,
but it did happen, sometimes. Really.
Taichi chewed on his bottom lip as he glanced at Hikari, Takeru and
then Yamato in turn. They all looked worn out and worried, though
Yamato seemed more so. "I don't think we have the time to waste to go
look for them," he murmured as he locked gazes with Yamato. Their
eyes mirrored each other in shared determination and understanding.
Yamato expected him to do the right thing as leader and damned if he
was going to disappoint.
"All right, fine. I don't think it's a good idea though," Koushirou
said absently as he looked back and forth at Taichi and Yamato. No
matter how much he knew about Taichi, he never could figure out those
two. Sometimes he wondered if they were telepathically connected
somehow. It wouldn't be too hard for that considering all those
climatic moments they'd shared in their travails. But, at other times
he wondered which was going to kill the other first. They were just
way too strange to fathom. Shaking his head, he flipped his trusty
pineapple open and booted it up.
Hikari frowned as they waited for Koushirou to start up the search
program. She was worried about Daisuke and hoped that he was okay.
She was also worried about Ken, but the doctor had assured them that
he would be fine with enough rest. Something else was bugging her
though. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling something really
bad was going to happen tonight and there was nothing any of them
would be able to do about it. But what was it? She couldn't pinpoint
what the worry was about, it was just an all-encompassing feeling and
she couldn't shake it.
Above all else, Hikari wished Tailmon was there, but the others had
agreed that they didn't have time to go get any of their digimon. It
was frustrating. Squeezing Takeru's fingers, which were grasped
within her own, she looked up at her brother and asked, "Should we
all be going? Maybe one of us should stay here with Ken."
"Don't worry, Kou-kun will be here," Taichi flashed a satisfied smirk
as Koushirou glared up at him again. "Don't give me that look. You
can order us around fine through our terminals."
"Quit calling me that! And that's not the point," Koushirou ground
his teeth together. Oh, he knew what this was. Taichi's protective
streak was rearing its smothering tendencies again. And Taichi seemed
to take such perverse pleasure in treating him like he was breakable.
It was infuriating.
"No, it's not." Taichi shook his finger under Koushirou's nose,
surprising them all a bit as he explained further, "The point is and
has always been that you're far more valuable away from the front
lines. Information specialists shouldn't have to fight, especially
when there aren't any digimon around."
Koushirou blushed slightly as the others smiled in agreement. "I hate
it when you make sense," he muttered before returning his attention
back to the search program. He smirked in triumph as an orange blip
started blinking on a map of the bay. "There," he said, pointing at
the blip as he turned his laptop around so that the others could see
his results, "He's in a warehouse out on the waterfront."
"Good job." Taichi held his chin as he considered a plan of action,
"All right, it's a few miles from here, so we'd better get going.
Koushirou, you let us know exactly where he is in relation to us when
we get there, or if he moves at all." Koushirou nodded in
understanding and he continued, "The rest of us are going to have to
be extra careful. We don't know what we're up against and we don't
have any digimon to bail us out if we get into a fight."
"I brought along some flashlights since it's already getting dark. I
guess Jou is rubbing off on me," Koushirou chuckled lightly as he
handed them out. "Be careful and stay in touch. If anything happens
let the rest of us know."
"Don't worry, Kou-kun. I'm sure we'll be fine. We'll be back with
Daisuke in no time flat," Taichi patted Koushirou on the shoulder
reassuringly. The rest voiced their own reassurances before heading
out, though Hikari looked as if she didn't quite believe her own
The hunger. It was a living, breathing thing. It coiled beneath the
skin, scrabbling painfully at already exhausted nerve-endings. It
demanded appeasement. It demanded to be satiated with the warm, red
liquid it craved so much. But it wasn't getting what it wanted and it
didn't seem like it would anytime soon.
It was driving him crazy.
He was laying on his right side now, his knees drawn up tightly to
his chest. He kept changing positions every now and then, but all
were uncomfortable and he just couldn't stay still for very long
either. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be outside, under a
night sky blanketed in a thousand pinpricks of stars, hunting for
something that looked pretty to the eye and would certainly be tasty.
But he couldn't do that. No, that bitch had chained him here to the
floor, with a chain he apparently couldn't break even with his newly
enhanced strength. She had known exactly what would happen and was
probably relishing the results even now. Well, he had definitely
decided on what to do with her thanks to this. She was just going to
have to die for it, slowly, painfully and creatively. After she
delivered on her part of the bargain, of course.
Blowing out an explosive breath as his fangs sent lances of pain
bouncing around inside of his skull, he gritted his eyes closed and
curled up even tighter. He was almost to the point of letting Daisuke
wake up and shoulder this incredible ache for awhile. Almost. He
didn't quite trust innocent little Daisuke to be able to handle
something of this magnitude and yet hold onto to some shred of
sanity. And well, an insane Daisuke around -his- Ken wasn't a very
pleasant train of thought. No, he could handle it fine himself.
And speaking of Daisuke, he was going to have to figure out a better
way to control his idiot self. There had to be some sort of mental
manipulation that would get his other self to act accordingly. Or
perhaps he could just come up with a way to absorb Daisuke into
himself so there really wouldn't be any sort of separation. That was
somewhat appealing, but he had no clue whatsoever as to how to go
about doing something like that. It -was- an option to think further
Lost in his own misery and contemplation of the future, he didn't
hear when she finally returned. He didn't hear the light click of her
heels on the cement floor as she approached him. He didn't hear her
soft chuckle as she stood there gleefully studying the portrait of
pain and incomparable hunger he'd made of himself in the past few
hours, such a short time. Nor did he hear the almost inaudible
crinkle of her clothing as she kneeled down just out reach, but he
did hear when she spoke in a beguiling tone that instantly set his
teeth on edge, "Feeling a little peckish, pet?"
To his credit, Beast Daisuke -tried-. Unfortunately, the chain kept
him from the pleasant task of throttling her neck. Thanks to the
titanium links, all he could do was claw ineffectually at thin air
and growl sulfurously as she grinned at his futile attempts at
mayhem. After a few minutes of this, he sighed and sat back on his
haunches, waiting for whatever it was she wanted now.
"I must say, it's been quite entertaining to watch you writhe," she
purred, her grin widening slightly when a low growl rose at her
teasing. "But all good things must come to an end," she pouted as she
continued, "I do hope you're hungry, pet. We'll be having visitors
soon. Nice, young, healthy visitors. A perfect meal for a starving
little vampire, wouldn't you agree?"
He glared at her suspiciously. She was, without a doubt, up to
something. What that something might be, he had no clue. He doubted
he'd like whatever it was though. Still, he was very, very hungry and
at this point he was more than willing to put up with her taunting if
it would get him a bite. And maybe, just maybe, he could get loose
and back to Ken. Barring being fed, that was the most important thing
for him to do right now.
Smiling slyly when no answer seemed forthcoming from him, Sumire
darted forward, grabbed his chained arm and yanked it towards her.
"You -do- look good in chains, pet, but fortunately for you hunting
requires free mobility," she murmured absently as she effortlessly
pried the titanium cuff from around his wrist.
Beast Daisuke rubbed his wrist and frowned thoughtfully. That had
been too easy. Then again, she had showed how utterly unconcerned she
was with any fight he might muster against her. She was certainly
overconfident, but she had reason to be it seemed. She had bent the
metal cuff in no time flat without even breaking a sweat. He hadn't
been able to put a dent in the thing for however many hours he had
been in here. He was going to have to be very careful around her. And
he was definitely going to have to get creative in coming up with a
way to get rid of her. A straight out assault against her would
obviously be futile at this point.
"Now then, as I was saying," Sumire continued breezily, as if she
truly didn't have a care in the world. She grabbed the collar of his
shirt and she stood up, dragging him along with her as she continued,
"We will be having guests shortly. I'm sure you know what that means
so I won't bore you with the particulars." Smiling cheerfully, she
smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes and straightened out his
unruly hair as if she were a mother about to send her only child out
on his first date.
"Whatever," he muttered gruffly as he shrugged out of her grasp. He
didn't like her touching him and when she did it only seemed to
encourage that little demonic urge that wanted him to at least try
and break her neck. But, he knew that would be a really dumb move at
this point. His stomach had thankfully disengaged in its pursuit of
eating him from the inside out and was now patiently waiting for him
to feed it. Well somewhat, it still burned like nothing else, but
that was bearable compared to the earlier agony.
"Mhmm," Sumire hummed to herself as she dragged him over to the door.
After she had opened it, she pushed him through and into the room
beyond. It was a wide hallway with a door set in the far wall and a
stairwell descending downwards into darkness before them. Indicating
the stairs, she stepped away from him and explained, "I left
something of yours down there. It should attract their attention
nicely. Do enjoy yourself but try not to be too messy." Waving her
fingers at him, she headed towards the other doorway with a few
parting words, "Feel free to go -home-, pet. I'll find you when I
have need of you. Do not doubt that."
Beast Daisuke watched warily as she left in silence. After a few
moments had passed, he walked over to the door and tried the knob.
Locked. He knew he could easily break it down, but chances were she
was still around out there and he just did not want to risk fighting
with her right now. Feeding, on the other hand, was an appealing
idea. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he glanced over at the
stairs. His stomach definitely liked that idea as well. But the fact
that she would go to these lengths to feed him made him hesitate.
It didn't make sense.
True, she had certainly made an effort to catch him. And, she had
succeeded splendidly in doing so. This was no thanks to Daisuke's
unwillingness to upset his 'friendship' with Ken. But now that she
had him, there was no need to pamper him or even humor him really.
So, why was she offering to feed him and leave him to his own
devices? There was no logic to it. Unless, it was another trick.
Either way though, he did need to feed soon before his stomach again
decided it didn't like him anymore and went back to chewing on his
And besides, he thought to himself as he walked over to the stairs,
this seemed to be the only safe way out of here now. The quicker he
got out, the sooner he could get back to Ken. And at least this way,
he'd get a bite to eat on the way. There was no need to bother Ken
with weird glowing eyes after all.
"Is it just me," Yamato asked sarcastically as he swept the beam of
his flashlight over the damp, concrete walls of the tunnel
surrounding them, "Or have we really been going out of our way lately
on dumb ideas?" The sun had already vanished over the horizon by the
time they had arrived at the beginning of the warehouses. A quick
search by the halo of flashlights had revealed that Daisuke had to be
underground somewhere. Standing on top of the signal's location and
there being absolutely nothing there had driven that point home. So
they had quickly found a way down and discovered that there were at
least two levels of tunnels that had been in use recently, no telling
how many more there could be under those.
Taichi, in his infinite wisdom or lack thereof, had suggested they
split up into pairs to search both levels at the same time. They had
all agreed to it and here Yamato was searching the upper level with
his brother. But, the plan left him feeling very uneasy. They didn't
know what they were up against. They didn't have their digimon with
them. And now they were divided too. If they were attacked, there
wouldn't be much they could do but beat a hasty retreat... assuming
they could do even that if it came down to it.
"Well, to tell the truth, I'm not exactly thrilled with the
situation," Takeru said tonelessly as he looked up from his D3. "But,
I think it's better that we find Daisuke now. There's no telling what
might have happened to him, much less what might happen to him if we
don't find him soon."
"Worried about him?" Yamato asked carefully, noting the sound of
Takeru's voice and not really liking it. Daisuke and Takeru didn't
exactly hate each other, but they couldn't seem to get along either.
He knew Takeru was just plain nice most of the time, but he didn't
think it would go that far. Then again, he hadn't really been paying
much attention to them lately, even Takeru. He felt kinda bad about
that. He had always wanted to be a good big brother, but there was
always a reason to put things off it seemed. Taichi. Jou. Sora. The
complete mess he had made of things with them lately. At least
Koushirou didn't know anything about it... yet. Then there was the
band and school and everything else that went with those. There was
just never any time left to spend with his family.
"Well, of course. He's my friend," Takeru stated simply as he walked
ahead. He wondered briefly why Yamato would ask something like that,
then brushed it off as unimportant. "Besides, Ken would kill me if I
didn't take up the slack."
"Okay, so the worry is mainly because of Ken then?" Yamato asked
slowly as he thought about that particular oddity. All right, so he
-really- didn't pay attention to the kids much anymore. He did know
that Takeru and Ken were friends... They weren't more than just
friends though were they? No, that didn't make sense what with Hikari
and Takeru always hanging out. This was confusing. And why was he
even thinking about this now when they were looking for Daisuke? Eh,
maybe he was just trying to distract himself from worrying too much.
"You think too much like a fangirl," Takeru muttered snidely under
his breath and shook his head. A second later, he said louder so his
brother could hear him, "Just nevermind, Yamato. It's not as big of a
deal as you're probably thinking it is."
"If you say so," Yamato replied as he followed Takeru further down
the tunnel. It was quiet, too quiet. They were getting closer, a
quick glance at the D3 held in Takeru's hand confirmed that. The
little bleep was blinking faster and faster the further along they
went. But that meant they were probably getting closer to whatever
took Daisuke and attacked Ken. Yamato's muscles knotted from the
tension he was feeling at the unknown that lay ahead. He didn't like
this. He didn't like it at all.
"Almost there~" Takeru trailed off as he followed the direction of
the D3. Something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but
for some odd reason he just knew something was about to happen,
something he had a feeling he wasn't going to like, not all all.
Sighing, he looked back at his brother as he took a step forward,
tripped and fell and just kept falling.
"Takeru!" Yamato yelled as his brother disappeared from view. What
the? Panic threaded its way through his veins as his flashlight
revealed a significant hole in the concrete Takeru had just been
walking on. How in the hell did you get a hole in a place like this?
Not unless someone put it there on purpose... "Takeru?!?" he called
out frantically as he peered down through feet of sheered concrete
and into a dust cloud in the tunnel below. That wasn't the type of
fall someone could walk away from intact...
Hacking from the dust, Takeru slowly sat up and peered fuzzily at the
semi-lit cloud that hovered around him. He hurt. A lot. He should
hurt more from a fall like that, though. It had felt like he landed
on something that was certainly softer than concrete. A quick feel
with his hands proved this fact. It felt more like a heap of dirt or
something. Well, at least he was in one piece. Finally hearing his
brother's calls, he yelled, "I'm fine! A little bruised, but fine."
Yamato blew out a breath of air. Well, that was a relief. Frowning
worriedly a moment later, he asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Other than a mild feeling of déjà vu and a hell of a lot of bruises,
yes," Takeru answered shortly before sneezing as the dust slowly
settled around him. When it was clearer he looked down at his D3 to
make sure it was still intact. Thankfully, he had managed to keep
ahold of it when he fell. It was fine, though quite dirty right now.
"Déjà vu?" Yamato asked absently as he looked around for another way
down. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be one nearby.
"Yeah, like I'd fallen off a cliff or something before," Takeru
muttered as he looked up and frowned. There was no way he'd be able
to get back up there. So what were they going to do now?
"I wouldn't be surprised if you had," Yamato sighed as he resigned
himself to what he was about to do. "Look, I can't see a way down.
I'm going to have to go find one. Just... stay put. I'll be there in
a little bit."
"But~" Takeru groaned as the light vanished and a soft echo of quick
footsteps filtered down from above. Why couldn't Yamato just listen
to him for once instead of being so impulsive? Grousing to himself
over said idiotic impulsiveness of older siblings, Takeru dug the
little flashlight of his own out of his pocket and thanked whatever
god was listening that he hadn't landed on it.
Really, there was no need for Yamato to go all the way back and then
all the way down here since Hikari and Taichi would probably get here
soon. Yamato could have just waited for them at the entrance and they
could have all gone down the upper tunnel together after this one,
assuming they didn't find Daisuke down here. It made sense to him. Oh
well, they'd find Daisuke one way or another.
Takeru blinked as his eyes watered, the dust was settling but not
fast enough. Gingerly, he made his way down off of the pile of dirt
he had landed on. It was pretty big, not exactly something a person
would expect to find in an underground tunnel made of concrete. Then
again, that pitfall wasn't something to be expected either. That
meant that somebody had probably set them up on purpose as a trap.
That didn't bode well.
Turning around to get a better look at the tunnel, Takeru froze as
the hairs on the back of his neck decided to do a little dance in
accompaniment to the icy fingers that seemed to be crawling up his
spine. Someone out there was watching him. Someone who wasn't very
nice and didn't have his good health at the forefront of their mind.
"Well well, if it isn't Takeru," a familiar voice purred from within
the darkness. "Always showing up where you're not wanted. Always
getting in the way. That's a rather dangerous habit you've got there.
After all, somebody might decide to take umbrage at it and then
where would you be?"
Takeru gulped, he didn't like the sound of that but... that voice. He
knew that voice. It was emotionally colder, a little lower in tone,
but it was unmistakable. It had to be, "Daisuke?"
"Ah, and another one of your problems," Beast Daisuke muttered as he
stalked out into the light of Takeru's flashlight, being careful to
keep his eyes out of view. "You're just too damned perceptive for
your own good."
Frowning in uncertainty, Takeru took an involuntary step back. This
was Daisuke, so why was every instinct for preservation in his body
screaming at him to run for his life? It was ridiculous. Licking his
lips hesitantly, he asked, "Daisuke, what~?"
"I guess it boils down to the fact that I just don't like you
enough," Beast Daisuke cut Takeru off easily as he walked closer.
"Oh, you're nice enough and all, but you're too annoying and you're
getting in the way. I just can't have that." Smirking knowingly, he
finally looked up at Takeru, his eyes glowing a hellish crimson from
the amusement he felt at this turn of events.
Takeru gaped, stumbling backwards from the impossibility standing
before him. This couldn't be his friend. Before he could fall,
'Daisuke' grabbed his wrist in a painful grasp causing him to drop
the flashlight. The sound of it smacking hard against the ground was
just registering in his mind when he was yanked forward. He had
almost got his bearings when twin lances of pain buried themselves
deep into his neck and then, nothing.
Beast Daisuke hummed in pleasure as he fed off of his, well Daisuke's
friend. It seemed as if Sumire really had planned a trick on him, but
he didn't really mind all that much. Finding his D3 in the middle of
an underground tunnel had been mystifying but discovering that one of
his arranged 'victims' was Takeru certainly had been a bonus. He
really didn't like Takeru all that much. Oh, he probably could have
begrudgingly liked Mr. Goody-Goody given time, but with Ken coming
home smelling like him... well, that was another thing altogether.
Yes, he could certainly do without Takeru's 'interference'.
He was so involved in his feast that he didn't notice the bobbing
lights making their way down the tunnel. It wasn't until a beam of
light flashed across the huge pile of dirt and then across him that
he finally noticed that he was no longer alone. Instinct ignited, he
dropped his meal and ran back into the safety of the dark. Behind him
a high pitched scream echoed painfully off of the concrete walls.
He had been running. He knew this because his muscles ached fiercely
and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. He didn't know why he had
been running, but it must have been about something important.
Actually, he didn't know much about anything right now. He didn't
know how he had gotten loose. He didn't know how he had gotten here.
And he certainly didn't know where exactly here was.
Sighing mournfully at his predicament, Daisuke looked around at the
little cement room he had found himself in. There were two tunnels
that connected this room to probably more tunnels but he didn't know
which way he came or which way would take him out of here. Moonlight
was pouring in through a grate in the ceiling, but that seemed to be
the only thing producing light. Everything else was dark. So how had
he been able to see to run here, where ever here was?
He squinted as he tried to figure out what had happened, but there
wasn't much to go on. He remembered waking up and being chained to
the wall of a warehouse. He remembered getting into an argument with
the psycho bitch. He remembered having really bad stomach cramps. And
then there were just shadows of memories like wisps of dreams that
were fading even now. What the hell was going on?
Shaking his head at everything in general, Daisuke froze as he tasted
something odd in his mouth. It was mildly metallic and he could swear
it almost tasted like... blood. Feeling kinda queasy at this new
revelation, Daisuke slowly reached up and touched his lips with his
fingers. They were wet. Just as slowly, he raised them into view and
blanched. His fingertips glistened darkly in the moonlight. Blood.
What the hell? Hastily he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
and scrubbed it off on the black part of his jeans. No more raves.
That's what started this shit. Never, ever again.
"Daisuke?" He whirled around at the question, coming face to face
with a really pissed off looking Taichi. What was Taichi doing here?
"Are you okay, Daisuke?" Taichi asked as he stepped closer.
"Uh yeah, I guess..." Daisuke trailed off. What the hell was going
on? Why couldn't he remember shit? Why was Taichi here? Why was he
pissed off? And why was -he- here for that matter?
"Good," Taichi growled as he gave Daisuke a once over. If that
monster had hurt Daisuke too... "Did somebody just run by?"
"No," Daisuke answered slowly. Okay, that made even less sense than
everything else. Not that he could remember anything from a few
minutes ago, but why would Taichi be asking him that? Nothing made
"Dammit!" Taichi swore then ground his teeth together. Him and his
bright ideas. Not only had the vampire claimed another victim but it
was still loose. Who knew when it would attack again. Sighing, he
pushed his self recrimination to the side for later and turned
around. He needed to get back. "Come on, Daisuke. We have to get
back. We're going to have to get Takeru to the hospital ASAP."
"Takeru? What's wrong with Takeru?" Daisuke asked in complete
confusion. Why was Takeru here? Was anybody else here? Where was
here exactly? What the hell was going on?
"He got attacked by the vampire that kidnapped you," Taichi said
matter of factly, hesitating for a moment before continuing,
"Hikari's with him. He didn't... look so hot."
Daisuke couldn't make sense of anything now. He had been kidnapped by
a vampire? Would that mean the psycho chick was a vampire? And why
was he feeling so guilty all of sudden from the fact that Takeru had
been hurt by that crazy chick? It had to have been her, right?
Something flashed across his mind at that final question. Maybe it
was memory. Maybe it was just a tidbit of a nightmare. It frightened
him though and the mild guilt he had felt was now an overbearing
weight he just couldn't shake.
There had been a cloud of dust that had just started to come back
down to earth. There had been the sound of something hard hitting the
ground. Somebody had called out his name. And then, there had been
some warm liquid coursing through his mouth and the sound of a
heartbeat drowning out the sound of anything and everything else. It
hadn't been his own. It had been someone else's.
What had he done?
What had he done to Takeru?
Lookie at all the clichés I've managed to stuff into this fic so far.
It's so much fun, especially when poking fun at oneself and my own
fics. Heh-heh. Anyway, you know I just had to stick Takeru in there
somewhere. Have no fear, it's going to be a Daiken, one way or
another. Of that, you need not worry. And as for Yamato's little
problems, I should really expand on that shouldn't I? It would just
be mean to leave them hanging. Then again, they're not part of the
main plot so we'll see. September was an incredibly horrible month.
I wasn't able to write for the majority of it nor did I have the
inclination to. But, I'm glad I finally got this part finished. I
feel accomplished. Still no clue as to how long this is going to end
up being. I have the plot pretty secure in my mind, but no clue as to
how much of it will go in each part. I guess we'll just have to see.