. . .And On The Seventh Day

By. Tate Icasa

A retelling of the twelfth chapter of my DM fic 'Seven Days.' A very Lemon-y retelling.

Part One: The Original Chapter 12

: Kitami's POV /

I wake up leaning against one of the walls of the cave.

Hakuoh is sleeping in my lap. He isn't giving off much heat.

It won't be long until he freezes to death.

I hug him to me, but he doesn't wake up.

I think. . .

I don't think he's going to make it. And I don't know if I can.

So now I make the decision.

If I can't save him, the least I can do is die with him.

(Tate: Storms in angrily Kitami! This is NOT a lemon! Kitami: You could just have Mimi or Shobu tell us what they were doing. Tate: Thinking in context, I'm not sure I want to know. Mimi: No, you pervert, it was nothing like that! Tate: Oh, really? Mimi: We were just getting together to- Tate: Have a baby? innocent look Mimi: Pervert! No, we were trying to figure out how to did Hakuoh out. Kitami: What about me? Mimi: We didn't know about you yet. Kitami: Oh, yeah. Ok, back to the problem at hand. Tate: You can't write a lemon! I specifically said NOT A LEMON! Kitami: You could just fast forward. Tate: blinks, then nods slowly Yeah. . .ok. . .that works. . .)

(Tate: At which point I showed up and yelled at Kitami for trying to write a Lemon. Kitami: Yeah. But I wanted to write a lemon, and as her second muse I have power! Tate: Actually, I just have a promlem reading something and not trying to write something of kind. . .I should have known not the look in the rated M section. . .)