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.
