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Yagami is a young man looking to forget his previous life and start fresh in Kamurocho. Kaito is an up-and-coming Yakuza looking to make his patriarch proud. Kaito hates Yagami for his pretty boy looks and his punk ass attitude. Yagami hates Kaito’s everything. They’re like fire and kerosene, mix them together and there’s bound to be explosions. (Alternatively, Yagami succeeds Majima and Kaito is the new Kiryu.)
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the long seasons by morningmikan
Fandom JUDGE EYES: 死神の遺言 | Judgment, 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games)
08 Sep 2020
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You Never Wrote Back by FireLordTrunks
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
29 Feb 2020
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Kakyoin wrote when he moved away for school. Jotaro never wrote back. He never knew what to say.
Six years later, he still doesn't know what to say when he and Josuke run into Rohan Kishibe entertaining Kakyoin at a cafe in Morioh. All he knows is he can't loose the man he grew to love - again.
So maybe it's time to write something back.
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Set right after DIU.
It's mostly a Jotakak fic, honestly. I love the idea of Kakyoin becoming a well known artist and collaborating with Rohan on artwork so the idea came from that.Bookmarked by Shinda1
05 Oct 2022
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He's bad at words then BOOM - the most expressive letter I've ever read. Very in-character, light but meaningful.
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What the hell is a bodhisattva? by queenieofaces
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
22 Jan 2019
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Upon discovering a Jizō statue in the Kujo family garden, Kakyoin is excited to have another Buddhist to talk to on their journey to Egypt. There's only one problem: Jotaro doesn't know anything about Buddhism. But he can fake it, right?
(Now with lovely chapter 3 fanart by Anticia!)
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“Are you mad?” Spy hissed, when the doctor's lips pressed against the back of his neck. The hand on his chest began moving downward. “Docteur!”
“Shh.”
“We'll be heard!”
“Not if you be quiet,” Medic murmured into the nape of Spy's neck, nosing the hem of his mask up to get at the soft, sensitive skin underneath. Spy tried to fight back a shiver of pleasure, then bucked his hips slightly as the doctor's large hand cupped him through the front of his pajama trousers.
This was a terrible idea.