Chapter: 2/7
Color: Orange
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O.rang.e"Go," he told him. Loving hands reached out for his chest, violently shoving him out the door and causing him to stumble into the flaming hallway. By the time the he pulled himself upright in an attempt to rush back into the apartment, a blazing orange wall of fire had erupted in the threshold, preventing him from entering…and him from exiting.
"Just wait!" he shouted, ready to launch himself right through the fiery barrier. "Please!"
"Don't you dare even think about it!" A fit of vicious coughing erupted from the beyond the flaming wall. "Run. Run now." His figure dropped to the floor like a rag doll. He was but a dark, fallen form silhouetted against the wild orange flares, and spasming every so often as a fresh round of hacking coughs let loose. "Please, I don't want you to end here!"
He stubbornly sat down cross-legged, basking in the dangerous heat. He smiled gently, fingers caressing the fiery partition that blazed between them. "We're going to die here. Together."
He stilled, his once tense shoulders becoming limp.
Scarlet eyebrows, matching singed crimson hair, furrowed resolutely. "I love you," Daisuke sighed.
His dark form glowed bright orange. "Love you, too," Satoshi echoed breathlessly.
Fi.rE
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I used the fictional, make-believe word spasming. It's not a word – but really. Spasming should so be a word… It sounds like a word, doesn't it? o.O