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“I don’t hate you, Yamikage.” Jack about chokes on the word. “I guess I feel sorry for you.”
Thought I'd boost this fic again for old time's sake. I can't believe it's been five years since I wrote it! Enjoy a tragic tale of everyone's (?) favorite traitorous daikon and his odd friendship with Knuckle Joe's dad.














