"Who's the third person?"
"Kalluto."
"Kalluto's playing?"
"He's right there. Can't you see him?"
"N-no."
"Actually, Kalluto isn't playing. The third hand is so that neither of us knows what the other has."
"Oh."
*.*.*
"One four."
"I doubt it."
Silently Illumi flipped over the seven.
Killua grinned. "Two fives."
###
"Two sevens."
"You know this isn't an eight." Killua held out a card. "See?"
He held the twelve out toward Illumi face up as if to prove that he wasn't lying. "One eight," he said bitterly.
"I doubt it."
*.*.*
"One eleven."
"I doubt it," Killua said mechanically.
It was an eleven.
The game was over.
###
Illumi held up two eights from 'Kalluto's' hand. "Now tell me, how was I supposed to know that you didn't have one of these?"
Killua looked through the cards without seeing them. "You knew."
