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Running into the Sun [Prince of Tennis; Data Pair]

Title: Running into the Sun
Characters: Inui Sadaharu, Yanagi Renji
Rating: PG for the stuff on television
Summary: Hawaii is very different from Japan, but seven days are theirs and they've always been quick learners.
Word Count: ~5000
A/N: ♥ Garland.


Their plane touches down in Honolulu on Saturday at 5:43pm. The flight attendant comes on over the intercom to welcome everyone to Oahu, and wishes them a pleasant visit.

"As we say here in Honolulu, or wherever your final destination may be in the Hawaiian islands today, Aloha!"

When the seatbelt sign blinks off, Sadaharu disentangles himself from the sleeping boy beside him, pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, and reaches up into the overhead bin for his tennis bag. He unzips it and feels around to make sure both his rackets are intact, and his notebooks are all still there. He pulls his bag down and then grabs Renji's, grinning at the sound of Yahtzee dice and Battleship pieces jostling in their plastic boxes. His best friend's thought of everything.

His and Renji's parents are several rows ahead and his mother turns around, smiles, waves, and asks if he had a good flight. Did he take a nap? How is Renji-kun? As if on cue, there's a rustling in the seat next to him. Renji stirs, yawning. His eyelashes flutter but he doesn't open his eyes. He's awake, Sadaharu knows. He can see it in the way his mouth curves into a smile.

"We're here," Renji says, the vowels long as he sighs, stretching his legs out under the seat before standing up. He brushes his hair back behind his ears and takes his bag. "Hakase, did you change your watch yet?" With tandem movements of their fingers, they change the hours, and then double check, making sure they both have 5:53 and 46, 47, 48 seconds.

The rows in front of them empty out as people file into the aisle and off of the plane – the businessman with the fedora, the young couple with the screaming infant, the group of teenagers Sadaharu's ascertained are there for a research trip.

"Ready, Kyouju?" he asks, raising a fist.

"Ready, Hakase," Renji answers, clenching his own fist and knocking it against Sadaharu's. They exchange grins and sling their bags over their shoulders.

The in-flight radio is playing "Aloha Oe" as Sadaharu and Renji reach the jetway and then they're breaking into a run, a daring escape, before the attendants have a chance to thank them for flying. If they were anything other than precocious ten-year-olds, the airline staff might have called security, but as it is, they just stand there shaking their heads as Sadaharu and Renji run past, dodging other passengers and wheelchairs in their way.

When they stop to catch their breath at the other end, they're both laughing so hard they can barely stand up.


When they meet up with their parents in the terminal, two women in bright floral dresses are waiting to attack Sadaharu and Renji with flower leis and welcome them.

"Aloha!" they chorus over and over. The women have huge white teeth, their mouths lined in magenta lipstick, and Renji smirks as the taller one compliments Sadaharu on his hair.

"So spiky!" She says, grinning.

The shorter woman pats it. "Like a porcupine."

"It just… does that," Renji agrees dryly, making a vague gesture with his hands. Sadaharu pushes up his glasses, certain he's blushing. He isn't used to the attention.

The woman turns to Renji. "Yours is very pretty, too!"

Sadaharu laughs and Renji scowls. "You do look very pretty with those flowers, Kyouju," Sadaharu says.

Renji sticks out his tongue. "I'll fill your shorts with sand." The woman starts trying to make up excuses, calls Renji's hair half a dozen other, better adjectives, but Renji isn't really paying attention to her anymore. "Besides, you have flowers, too."

"We both do," Sadaharu concedes, "And your hair is hardly pretty."


"Are you two finished?" Renji's mother calls, an amused tone to her voice.

In unison, Renji and Sadaharu reply, "Yes!" Sadaharu fiddles with the flowers around his neck. They smell nice, even if boys shouldn't be wearing flowers. He mentally categorizes the petals, pistils, and stems of them as they walk to the baggage claim.

"Orchid," Renji says when they step onto the escalator. "That's what they are."

"I knew that."

"Of course you did," Renji replies, shaking his head. "Besides, the chances were about fifty-fifty they'd be orchid. Otherwise I would say plumeria. They could be lehua blossom, but that's less common."

Sadaharu stops and looks at Renji. "You researched Hawaiian flowers before the trip?"

"You didn't?"


When they get to their hotel room, Renji immediately claims the bed next to the window. They unpack their things, explore the different closets and the balcony, and then proceed to itemize the snacks and drinks in the minibar. Their parents said they were expensive and they shouldn't touch them, but Sadaharu and Renji have ways of bending the rules, namely, Sadaharu's father's credit card numbers written in the center of an otherwise blank page of his notebook, and soon they have all of the refrigerator's contents spread out on the floor and ready to divide up between them.

"You like peanuts, Hakase," Renji says, sliding them across the carpet.

"And you can have the Hershey bar," Sadaharu replies, tossing it to Renji.

"And the popcorn?"

"We'll share."

"POG?" Renji holds up a can of juice with brightly colored flowers on it.

"Passion fruit, orange, and guava," Sadaharu says, ticking off each fruit with his fingers. "It's good. I've made some of it myself, since they don't have it for sale in Tokyo."

Renji laughs. "I highly doubt what you made was POG."

"Well, I might have added something extra…" Sadaharu pushes up his glasses at just the right angle to catch the light from the lamp on the bedside table.

"You always do. Was it something toxic?"

Sadaharu grabs his notebook from the bed and flips through. He stops, looking thoughtful, and then his lips curl into a devious smile. "It might have been."

"Hakase…" Renji says in a mock-scolding voice. "And you drank it just the same?" Sadaharu starts to mutter something about the value of empirical study, but Renji just laughs and hands him the can of juice. "I have a feeling this will taste better."


The rooms in the hotel open into a large open-air atrium. Sadaharu and Renji are up on the fourteenth floor, two rooms down from Renji's parents to the right, and four rooms down from Sadaharu's on the left. There are bright green geckos all over the stucco walls and when Sadaharu and Renji lean over the balcony into the lobby below, they can see a jungle of palm trees and tropical flowers. There's a stream that flows down the middle and there are even two blue and gold macaws on perches at the two corners of the room. The air is thick with humidity and fragrant flowers. The first night they're there, after they've come back from dinner in the restaurant downstairs, Renji and Sadaharu stand out on the balcony and listen to the buzz of insects and conversation all around them.

On the second morning, Sadaharu and Renji wake up at 7am, before their parents, set their stopwatches, and race down to the lobby, each choosing a different staircase on opposite ends of the hallway. They meet at the bottom and touch the south-wall macaw's perch, their makeshift finish line. Renji is two seconds quicker, and even though they're panting from running down fourteen flights of stairs, Sadaharu challenges him to a rematch, the next morning, and the morning after that.

"Of course," Renji says comfortingly. "We can race again. Every morning, if you set the alarms and we wake up in time."

"Yeah," Sadaharu agrees, "at least until we leave here."

Renji shakes his head. "You know what I mean."

Sadaharu does, just like always. There will be time to figure out who's faster, smarter, stronger. They're only ten.

He climbs to his feet, offers Renji a hand and the two of them set off to the elevators. When they reach the fourteenth floor again, they chase after the geckos until they're all scattered into niches in the wall and Sadaharu and Renji have each managed to break off a tail.

"They're different species," Renji observes, studying the tails under the light of the bedside table lamp.

"We'll have to look them up—" Sadaharu starts.

"—in the book in the lobby," Renji finishes.

Sadaharu glares. "You have to stop doing that, Kyouju."

"Well," Renji says, smirks,"then stop being so predictable."


The next morning after breakfast, sausages and pancakes from the buffet, they take a boat to the Big Island and set out in a van to Mauna Loa. Renji and Sadaharu exchange bits of information about volcanoes in the back seat at a rapid-fire pace while their mothers pore over a map of downtown Hilo and contemplate shopping.

"It's been dormant since 1984," Renji says, eyes closed. His hair is combed straight and his mouth is a smart, thin line. The van bounces as it turns onto a gravel road.

"That eruption lasted three weeks," Sadaharu replies. He takes off his glasses, cleans them on his shirt, and puts them back on. Renji opens his eyes and watches him. "I hope we'll get to find some cool rocks and cooled lava and stuff."

"Igneous rock," Renji says. His father turns around.

"When did you pick up that term?" He looks impressed.

"I read it in a book."

Sadaharu slings his arm around Renji's shoulder. "Kyouju knows everything," he says.

"Well," Renji says, blush rising on his face, "except for the stuff that only Hakase knows."

"Fine, but I doubt that's much. And together we know everything!"

"We will," Renji says, looking calm and wise. "One day." His mother turns around and smiles encouragingly. Renji takes Sadaharu's notebook from his lap and pages through to the end. "You still have blank notebooks to fill," he finishes, his eyes closed once more.

When they reach Mauna Loa, Renji and Sadaharu have exhausted all the historical facts they know about the volcano and are bouncing in their seats with excitement. Sadaharu leaves his notebook in the van, something that makes both his parents gasp, and follows Renji up the path to the crater at a run.

When they reach the top, they stand on opposite ends and shout across to each other, and down into the depths, waiting to see if their voices will echo. Sadaharu recites as far as he can remember into the decimals of pi, and Renji fills in the ones he misses.

The air up here is cooler, thinner, but it still has the sweet thickness of the islands. When they run out of things to shout, Renji yells, "Bet you can't catch me, Hakase!" and takes off down the gravely hillside. Sadaharu chases him around the summit until they're both tired and panting and Renji lets himself be caught.

Then they take a break to eat the cheese and crackers Renji's mother has packed for them.

Later, they collect rocks from all around the circumference of the crater, walking carefully, their sneakers squeaking. Most of them are dusty and grey. When they get back into the van, their hands are dirty and their pockets heavy. They wear matching grins of accomplishment.

That night in their hotel room, Renji and Sadaharu arrange the rocks on the polished-wood dresser, neatly labeling them in Renji's clean handwriting. They're categorized by size and location, and Sadaharu does some amateur dating of the bigger ones, but it's all just guesswork, really.

They both fall asleep on the floor around one, too exhausted from climbing and cataloguing to retreat to their beds, Renji's head resting on Sadaharu's stomach.

His hair is a mess in the morning, and the maid service is not pleased with the dust and dirt all over the furniture.


The next afternoon, Renji and Sadaharu put on suntan lotion and scour the beach for seashells. The sand is wet and squishy between their toes and the sun is impossibly close and hot in the clear blue sky. They stay near to the water where it's cooler, kicking and fingering at the ground.

On a strip with so many hotels, this beach is popular, and the only shells they seem to be able to find are ones that are broken. Sadaharu turns the little white chips over in his palm, studying the places where the water has beat down on the ridges until they're nearly smooth.

"Hakase!!" Renji shouts half an hour after they've begun their search. His voice sounds triumphant and Sadaharu turns.

Renji's just unearthed an enormous pink conch shell from the sand.

Sadaharu runs over and they both get on their knees, hovering protectively over the shell as if it's buried treasure. To them, it is. The shell has spires that jut out from it in Fibonacci patterns. Sadaharu runs his fingers over it, making little oohs and aahs at the mathematical intricacy of it all.

"Listen," Renji says, putting the shell to Sadaharu's ear. His fingers graze Sadaharu's ear and Sadaharu nearly flinches and pulls away, but soon he hears it, a cold sort of whisper over the shell of his ear. He shivers, and then recollects himself.

"You know," he begins, preparing a list of explanations for what he's just heard.

"It's the ocean, Hakase," Renji interrupts, a secret kind of smile playing at his lips, his eyes suddenly bright and open.

"It's really impossible for you to hear the ocean in that." Sadaharu seems to be considering Renji's expression, but then he continues, "It's just a seashell. It's just echoes."

Renji looks unwavering. "But doesn't it sound like the ocean?"


On Friday night, Sadaharu's parents have made reservations for all of them at a luau at the hotel next door. As they're bombarded with fake-flower leis and the flash of cameras, Renji tells Sadaharu that most of what's being done in the celebration isn't actually historically accurate. He's read all about actual luaus in his books on Hawaiian history. They both laugh as they're lead to their table and the waiter spins them a ridiculous tale of the Polynesian creation myth that somehow involves a dancing pineapple.

The sunset looks like lava on the horizon.

During their meal, after the hula dancers have taken a break in the set, Renji and Sadaharu share a bowl of pineapple slices, flicking them at each other from opposite sides of the table.

It starts as a fairly harmless food fight, but then Sadaharu constructs a rather elaborate catapult out of a fork, his soup bowl, and bits from the centerpiece decoration and Renji counters it with a contraption made from toothpicks and a tea saucer and held together with shreds of paper napkin.

"I will not lose to you!" Sadaharu challenges.

"And I will never surrender!" Renji replies. The sun has set and the lights flick on above them in the luau tent. Renji's eyes open. War begins.

Back and forth they rally, Sadaharu calculating probability of success for each shot, out loud, and Renji humming noises of amusement, or crying foul when a pineapple slice hits him in the chest.

"Drop shot!" Sadaharu crows triumphantly as his pineapple slice trips over the shimmery green centerpiece and lands just barely on the corner of Renji's plate.

"Hakase, I think that was out."

"It's on the line."

Renji laughs. "What line?"

"If there isn't a line, then how can you call it out?"

"Hmm." Renji shakes his head, his hair falling in his eyes. "You may have a point." He positions another pineapple slice onto the arm of his catapult and shoots, hitting the bridge of Sadaharu's glasses. Sadaharu's eyebrows shoot up.

"Full points!" Renji exclaims.

They continue to battle it out across the table until Sadaharu's parents take their food away from them and scold them for their manners.

Despite the lack of fruit ammunition, they spend the rest of dinner still giggling over their improvised war and devising new strategies for how to make the next one even better.

They smuggle more slices of pineapple back to their room, wrapped in napkins and stuffed into their pockets. They don't get much sleep that night, either.


It's not easy to play tennis on the beach, Sadaharu and Renji realize on Saturday afternoon. There aren't any lines and there isn't a net. They volley a ball back and forth, a strange game of hacky sack with rackets and a ball instead of a beanbag. The sun beats down on their bare shoulders.

"Careful!" Renji says as the ball comes zooming back to him. "Don't hit it too hard or it'll go in the ocean."

Sadaharu laughs. "I'm always careful. Don't you know me at all?"

"Hakase," Renji says, "I know everything about you." He dives to make the return. As he climbs to his feet, sand sticking to his legs, he adds, "But we only brought one ball down here with us. You're hitting it all over the place"

Sadaharu taps the ball back to Renji. "I'm being precise."

Renji laughs. "I think you're just saying random numbers. You still have lots to learn."

Sadaharu pushes up his glasses. "Of course, Kyouju."

Renji laughs and sends the ball back with a heavy spin on it. Sadaharu mutters, "Saw that coming!", but nevertheless he loses control of the return and the ball goes flying to the left, out into the ocean. It drops beneath the surface like a skipped rock with a plop and then shoots up again. Sadaharu takes off down to the water's edge, prepared to execute a daring rescue.

"It's ok!" Renji says, "My fault."

"No, no," Sadaharu protests. "It was a fair shot. I just wasn't strong enough that time."

Renji grins. "Sadaharu, it's not like you to admit defeat."

"It's getting late anyway," Sadaharu says, shading his eyes.

Renji hums. "You probably just want to buy more POG to mix with things."

They both laugh. "We can play again," Sadaharu adds. "Tomorrow. Or once we're back in Japan and on a real court."

"Yeah," Renji says, almost reluctantly. "Let's head back to the room."


That night, Sadaharu finds out that their hotel room television set is equipped with a number of cable channels … some of which are geared towards adults.

They've been too busy so far to watch TV, but tonight they have no plans, and Sadaharu's thumb clicks up and down the channels until he stops, stares, and quickly reaches for his notebook. He doesn't think to mute the volume, in fact, he's too stunned to think to do much of anything aside from get down as much information as possible before something horrible happens, like the power goes out, or his parents knock on the door.

When Renji opens the bathroom door and emerges from his shower, Sadaharu is sitting, perched on the edge of his bed, eyes unblinking as he scribbles down notes. Renji turns to the screen and his jaw drops. The people on the screen are naked. People, multiple. More than two, even.

"What—" he stammers. "What is that?" His eyes are wide open.

"A very interesting program!" Sadaharu replies excitedly without turning to look at Renji. His pen hasn't stopped moving. "You missed the part with the horse!"

"Um." Renji doesn't waste any time standing there dripping on the carpet. He pulls his towel tighter around his waist and he walks right over to the television and turns it off. Sadaharu lets out a groan of protest. "We should go to sleep," Renji says.

Sadaharu looks hurt, but it only lasts a second. "Look, Kyouju." he says, "I even made a diagram."

Renji raises an eyebrow. "Of the horse?"

"Of the horse, yes!" Sadaharu replies, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He turns his notebook upside down and starts pointing to the figures and explaining what was going on.

Renji socks him in the arm, closing his eyes again. "I really don't think that counts as important data."


They had planned to go snorkeling on Sunday, but their tour group is canceled due to bad weather off the reef site, so Sadaharu and Renji decide to try boogie boarding on the hotel beach instead. Sadaharu is more comfortable with this idea anyway, because snorkeling would mean wearing goggles.

"I'm sure you would have looked adorable in them," Renji says, mimicking the voice of the women who greeted them at the airport.

"But I like my glasses," Sadaharu says, pushing the black frames up a little tighter on the bridge of his nose as if to demonstrate.

"Yeah," Renji says, "me too."

They rent boards from the shack near the lobby and run down to the water's edge, securing the Velcro straps around their wrists before they climb on. Sadaharu fiddles with his watch for almost a minute, pressing buttons and turning dials.

Finally he stops and Renji looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to say that he's just invaded Europe or something.

"Now it will send out a help signal if I start to drown!" Sadaharu clarifies.

Renji just shakes his head, smirks, and says nothing.

The water is cold today, but they get used to it quickly, paddling out a ways and then waiting for waves to bring them back into shore. They linger for minutes at a time – ten, twelve, fifteen – where the water is about twenty feet deep, just watching each other, one trying to read when the other is going to turn and catch an incoming wave. Sadaharu starts doing calculations, coming up with the average span of time from one wave to the next, in seconds.

Renji corrects him a couple of times. His math was always stronger.

The first few waves aren't too great, giving a short, decent ride but nothing really exciting. Sadaharu keeps their approximate heights and ride lengths in his head for future reference as he scans the horizon behind them.

And then it comes, a dark arcing tumble of water pressing forward, closer. With each surge towards them, it stacks on another foot of dark, dangerous-looking water. By the time it's right behind them, it must be at least twenty, no, thirty, feet high.

Sadaharu looks at Renji. Renji looks at Sadaharu. They both nod and turn their boogie boards around. That's the easy part.

Now they just have to kick as hard as they can.

They have to kick really hard to get on top of the wave before it swallows them, flips them over, and spits them out at basically the same place they started. They pedal the water with their feet, shouting and grunting out nonsense syllables like war chants, and then they're both riding the wave.

"Yahoo!!" Sadaharu yells, clinging to the front of his board.

Renji cackles like an evil genius and his mouth triangles out before closing again to keep out the water.

Moments later, they hit the shore, Sadaharu quite literally. The wave spins over him and pounds him into the beach. He splutters and chokes and there's sand in his hair and all over his chest and when he grabs for his boogie board and goes to stand up again, he's missing his shorts.

"Hakase!" Renji yells, pointing. "What happened?" His mouth splits open into a grin.

Sadaharu blushes and sinks back down into the water, hoping another wave isn't due anytime soon. It isn't, not for another 46.7 seconds by his count.

Renji gets his own board and climbs out of the water. He stands on the beach smirking and laughing at Sadaharu for a good minute before he picks up his beach towel and offers it to him.

"Poor Sadaharu," he says as Sadaharu finally manages to get out of the water and up onto land again. He wraps Sadaharu in the towel and pats him gently on the head.

"I don't know why that happened," Sadaharu says. "It seems so illogical. Shouldn't we both—"

Renji sighs. "You can't predict everything, Sadaharu."


On their last night in Hawaii, Sadaharu and Renji stay up until two am, just talking. They've gotten into a habit of not sleeping in their beds. Sadaharu's is now transformed into a most excellent pillow fort. Most nights, they just curl up on the floor near the window, watching and counting the stars until they both fall asleep. One morning, Renji woke up with Sadaharu's foot jabbing him in the throat.

Even though they're in the city, the stars are still bright as ever.

"Caelum," Sadaharu says.

"Taurus," Renji adds.



They get tired listing the major ones that are visible from the bedroom window, and end up just rallying back and forth with all the names they can remember, laughing at how silly some of them sound.

"Puppis," Renji offers.


'"Hah." He shakes his head. "Sure."

Once they've run out of names, they start talking seriously, or as seriously as boys their age can, planning out their futures. They already know they want to be professors. The decided that long ago when they realized that way they'd be able to keep studying and fiddling with things and get paid to do it. They've never really considered anything else.

"Well," Sadaharu says thoughtfully, "Maybe tennis."

Renji laughs. "Professional tennis is pretty competitive. I think we'd have to be a lot better than we are now to do that."

Sadaharu leans back against the edge of Renji's bed frame. "We're already good."

"Yes," Renji says, "We are. But we're ten."

Outside on the beach, a party dies down and Sadaharu says, "Well, growing up is the easy part."

Renji stretches out his legs in front of him and then pulls them back to himself, curling his hands around them so they're tight at his chest. He yawns.

"Maybe we should invent a time machine. Or…" Sadaharu reconsiders, "an aging machine. Then we'd be old enough."

"But then we'd miss all the good stuff."

The moon filters in light over their beds, over the fort of pillows in the corner near the bathroom and the POG concoctions Sadaharu has arranged on top of the luggage rack.

Sadaharu looks around and then back at Renji. "The good stuff," he agrees.

They sleep soon after that.


Their things are packed.

The room is relatively clean now, in part because Renji and Sadaharu are good at keeping things tidy when pressed, but mostly because the hotel staff yelled at them before, about the gecko tails, and the lava rocks. Luckily they didn't make them throw any of it away, but it's too much to fit in their suitcases as is.

Sadaharu decides, as they're wheeling their suitcases after their parents towards the elevator, that they should get something to remember their vacation. They haven't bought anything. Their parents have bought tons, of course, Teva sandals and snow globes and t-shirts that say "Hang Ten Honolulu".

"We have so much already," Renji says, but Sadaharu won't hear it, dragging Renji off the elevator and into the lobby's souvenir shop.

Most of the stuff in there is tacky, dashboard hula dancers and plastic grass skirts. Sadaharu and Renji settle on something simple: They buy the same picture frame, a small 4x6 going for $5.99. "Aloha" and "Hawaii", it says. It's the only thing they buy in Hawaii, and they decide that maybe when they're older they'll look back and it will be a good reminder of things. When they're thirty and have a lab at some prestigious university, they can have these picture frames side by side on their research desks and they'll remind them of the time they had a pineapple war, or the time Sadaharu lost his shorts in a freak boogie boarding accident. All of the good stuff.

Maybe they'll look at the picture frame and think, Let's go to Hawaii again, and they can make it an annual trip. They could even have a cool name for their traveling academic duo, something like two super heroes would have. They could come back and stay in this same hotel and race downstairs to the blue and gold macaw just like they never grew up and never left. They never did have a rematch and Sadaharu knows he could beat Renji if he were given another chance. He's just as fast.

Sadaharu asks Renji what he's going to put in the picture frame and Renji says he doesn't know yet. He can't think of anything good. Sadaharu says it should be a picture of them, and Renji nods.

They pay for the picture frames and take the receipts back to their parents who are waiting near the revolving doors at the front of the hotel.

"Well, at least you aren't girls about your shopping," Renji's mother says. "They would have wanted to buy a lot more stuff, I'm sure."

"I think these two are just strange," Sadaharu's father says and the grown-ups all laugh.

All of Sadaharu and Renji's other souvenirs are picked up for free – the shells from the beach, the gecko legs and insect wings off bugs outside their hotel room, the strawberries the local vendor gave them the morning they left for the airport. Renji tells him that they're his favorite fruit and the vendor gives him a whole carton of them for free. Sadaharu looks envious and hopes Renji will share.

He does, and they eat the strawberries on the airplane messily. They're ripe and juicy and stain their lips red. Sadaharu suggests in a whisper that they could use the in-flight meal trays as catapults, but this time his parents are sitting just across the aisle and they grind back with, "Don't even think about it."

So Renji and Sadaharu sleep, instead, tasting strawberries and salt air in every inhalation, Renji's nose pressed into the crook of Sadaharu's neck, Sadaharu's cheek pillowed on Renji's head.

When they arrive home, Renji's parents scold them for the stains on their shirts, but Sadaharu's parents just smile.

And so do Sadaharu and Renji.

Tags: characters: inui, characters: renji, fandom: prince of tennis, pairing: data pair

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