A/N: Sorry. I'm way to lazy. I've been writing it for months now. Fail. And I only ran the spellchecker on it.. I cba doing anything else. I'm also sorry it's so short... Someone pointed out I write oneshots, and although I've done multi-chaptered stories before all the chapters were like 300 words. I was aiming for 2000, but I couldn't think of how I could extend this chapter without ruining the plot. Hah.. that sounds stupid. Please read it from beginning to end and not end to beginning. It'll totally spoil it all.
Walking out onto the veranda of the penthouse apartment, I look down onto night time Tokyo, watching people scurry around. I go into my pocket, lift out a packet of cigarettes and open them, shocked to find that there's only two left. I can't remember having that many! I take out the lighter and, with the stub end in my mouth, the lighter in my right hand and my left hand stopping the wind from putting my flame out, I light the cigarette successfully. I take in the deepest breath I possibly can. There's something about that first breath which relaxes me and makes any little irritations in my mind disappear. I lean onto the balcony, crossing my legs behind me. I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes so I can't see the flashing sounds below.
When I open them I feel a sudden painful rush to my head. Loud noises, bright lights. I lift the cigarrete to my lips again. "I'll quit when I die."
I remember that.
Another sigh.
The wind picks up, blowing ash past my head. Great, I think, knowing that I'm going to smell of the unpleasant cigarette.
After about for more minutes I throw it. I hoped that the stub wouldn't land on anyone or something, but I honestly had nowhere else to put it.
I open the door and walk back into the penthouse. I cough for a moment, but the strange feeling in the back of my throat lingers. I haven't been able to taste food for months now.
I wonder what Usagi-san or Nii-chan would say.