Corazon Week 2016
Title: Smoking
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: Smoking helped him get rid of stress.
Warnings: Possible OOCness
Donquixote Rocinante, better known as the second Corazon of the Donquixote Pirates, was crouched on the railing of the base in Spider Miles. He had just thrown a ten year old boy out the window not long after his return. The boy landed in a pile of scrap metal and glared up at him.
'Stay away, leave!' Corazon wanted to tell this to the boy, but he couldn't for two reasons. He had to play mute and he couldn't let Doflamingo find out the reason he didn't want children to be part of the crew.
He had already failed to get rid of three kids. One was a baby and he wasn't cruel enough to hit one. The wailing was bad enough when the half-Fishman half-human hybrid was only hungry. The other two were a fourteen year old boy and an eight year old girl. He had constantly beat them and tossed them out the window too, but they have long gotten used to it and it didn't affect them much.
The Heart executive reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips covered in lipstick, lighting it. He knew smoking was bad for one's health, but the nicotine helped to calm his nerves and relieve some stress.
He had begun to smoke at the age of fifteen after a fellow Marine noticed how stressed out he was. With each puff, he would feel slightly more relaxed. Whenever he had a nightmare about his parents' deaths, he'd go out into the hallway or balcony and smoke one cancer stick. Though, every time he did this he almost always caught on fire.
Corazon sniffed the air, still crouched. 'Why do I smell smoke?' He then realized part of his black feathered coat was on fire. He fell backwards, off of the railing but luckily onto the wooden floor rather than forward where he'd fall a couple feet and then crash into scrap metal. He tried the stop, drop, and roll method. It would probably extinguish other people's flames, but somehow the ember spread and he was engulfed in the heat.
'I really need to stop smoking. One day this will kill me, not from lung cancer but from turning to ashes,'