Duel Masters: Seven Days

By. Tate Icasa

Chapter Eleven: Off Balance

: Kitami's POV /

The tapping of my heels is starting to drive me insane.

But I can't sit still, I'll freeze. So my only option is to pace.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice Hakuoh stand up until I nearly run into him. I stop short.

"Hakuoh?" I ask.

He doesn't respond. (Kitami: Readers, feel free to insert shimmer-eyes here.)

"Hakuoh?" I ask again, nervously.I'm not Broadcasting again, am I?

(Rekuda: Broadcasting? Kitami: Sending my feelings into other peoples brains. I did that way back in chapter three, remember? Rekuda: I remember that. You made Hakuoh stare at you. Mimi: Just finish the story already. I wanna duel Shobu.)

No. I can't be Broadcasting. I'd notice.

"We only have three days left to live." he says.

He only has three days left to live. But I nod anyway.

"Then we should spend them as enjoyably as possible."

I blink "What are you saying, Hakuoh? I don't. . ."

He cuts me off suddenly, buy brushing his lips against mine gently.

I admit it, my knees completely give out on me. I find myself holding onto his shoulders just to stand upright.

I must be grinning like an idiot.

When I can finally stand again, I touch his face. He trembles.

"Again?" I suggest.

He nods eagerly.

If, by some miracle, we could get out of this alive, I think. . .I think I'd be willing to give up my immortality for this one.