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Saiko (Mashiro Moritaka) and Shuujin (Takagi Akito) don't belong to me, but the plot of the oneshot is entirely mine. Do not plagiarize, but if you are going to post, put credits to this original link. Note: Contains few spoilers about the beginning of the anime, but not many.
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First Published
2 de maio de 2013
Last Updated
2 de maio de 2013
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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