Dis: I don't own Gundam Wing!
Lost in the smoke of a cigarette
Duo sighed as he tossed and turned…it was one of those restless nights again…he had been having them more often than he would like, sitting up he ran a hand through unbraided and tangled hair, dark lavender eyes scanned the large open space of his room.
Clothes and paper's thrown everywhere with the occasionally take out container, a laptop sat in one coroner on a desk charging for the next day's long usage of talking to random people.
Outside a thunderstorm rumbled and crackled as the rain started to pour, lighting flashed lighting up the large room, sighing and not even fazed by the storm, he stood, stretched popping in a few bones, that's when he spotted it…the innocent small box, a habit he should of kicked long ago but he couldn't help it.
He couldn't remember the last time he smoked, so opening the carton, surprised by the fact that it was still full well with one missing and now another, placing the cursed thing between his lips, he went in search of his lighter, along the way making sure he didn't fall over clothes or anything that could cause him bodily harm, finding a discarded hair tie, he lazily pulled his hair back into a tail, going over to his computer desk he found the thing he was looking for.
The lighter was a see through green, the liquid inside moved from being picked up, flicking the spindle a couple of times, the lighter burned to life, after lighting the cigarette, Duo took a couple of drags before breathing out the smoke which hung lazily in there air before disappearing.
The storm outside ragged on without a care in the world giving life giving water to the plants as well for the humans.
Duo than walked over to the window and gazed half lazy and sleepily out of the rain splattered window and onto the rain soaked and abandon road below…as he gazed he reaememberd when he first started this habit…taking another drag from the cigarette he watched as the smoke danced around the window and his head before disappearing, flicking the ash into a nearby empty take out container he proceeded to continued smoking as his mind was wandered through old memories…ah…the reason he started to smoke…the day his lover died, gunned down while out shopping even after the senseless war between the colonies and Earth…
Pausing in his muse, he glanced over at the calenderer that hung on the wall, one date was circled by a black marker.
A small true smile graced his face as he turned back to the raging storm outside his window, the smoke of the cigarette dancing lazily around him, he than opened his mouth to speak even to no one.
"I'll be visiting you tomorrow Heero…I never break a promise"
And with that, he finished with the cigarette putting it out in the container and crawled back into bed to get some rest, as well as getting lost in the smoke of a cigarette.
