Killing Moon
Toudou was always close to him before, during, and after the transformations—no matter how much Arakita told him to stay as far away as possible. He was the one who helped him up and dressed when Arakita woke up dirty and bewildered on the forest floor. But this time, all was silent.
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Capa: Shoujo Kakumei Utena Foto de perfil: Natsukawa Mao - Hikari no Densetsu Olá, muito prazer, bem vindo ao meu perfil do nyah fanfictio...
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