Quick fic about Soul's bad habits XD

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Soul flicked his lighter as he leant out over the balcony of the DWMA, a smoke already dangling from between his lips. Absentmindedly, he lit it and took a deep breath, his soul unwinding as the smoke hit his throat, calming him down and drawing away the tension. The night sure is beautiful from up here, he thought as he took another drag, pulling himself up to sit on the ledge and dangling his legs off the edge, briefly wondering what it would be like to jump, to just cease to exist.

Inhale. Forget it. The cigarette filled his lungs with smoke and also a kind of numbing, free feeling. The dull, throbbing ache from his scar, the whole reason he had started the terrible habit, faded away slightly when he smoked. Soul smirked up at the moon, challenging its constant sadistic grin. Ha, he thought, I envy you. You have one job, one thing to do, and it's simple and easy and painless and domestic.

Inhale.

Another lighter flicked to life next to him, and Soul turned to see Stein leaning against the stone railing, staring out into the night, the glint of his lit butt glaring off his glasses.

"How long?" The words were spoke in a muffled sort of way, as if Stein couldn't be bothered to take the cigarette out of his mouth before he asked. Glancing at him, Soul replied:

"You know." Inhale.

"Yes, I do." A slight chuckle as the mad scientist finally turned to look at him, studying him with murky green eyes.

"It's your fault, you know. If it wasn't for you leaving these cancer sticks out in a damn hospital room, i wouldn't have started." Soul stared back, refusing to be the one to look away first.

"Ah, and you took the bait perfectly, as I knew you would. What I want to know is, why?"

He shrugged, even though the answer was clear in his mind, throbbing, reminding him.

"Don't tell me you did it to be 'cool'?" Stein guessed, exhaling a wispy tendril of smoke.

Inhale. "Nope."

Silence. Stein didn't bother to reply, instead he exhaled again, but this time the smoke wisped out in the shape of a pointy skull indentical to Lord Death's mask. Interested and curious, Soul turned to him.

"How'd you do that?" He questioned. The silver haired meister grinned widely.

"Tell me and I'll show you."

Inhale, exhale.

"... It felt like I was drowning." Soul said finally, the words dropping like heavy stones from his mouth. "I woke up and all I could feel was this deep, slow burning ache in my chest where Crona hit me. I mean sure, Maka could cheer me up, but I still felt and feel it every day, all the time, this relentless pounding in my chest." Inhale. "It was worth it, though. To save her." Exhale.

Stein nodded, not saying anything, then jumped up onto the ledge next to Soul with a deftness that surprised him.

"Pull your lips back and balance your cigarette between your top and bottom front teeth." The professor demonstrated and Soul mimicked him. "Good. Now when you exhale, breath in again quickly and puff it out, keeping the smoke in your mouth." Two dual skulls rose up into the air and drifted away, dissapating into the grim night.

The meister and weapon sat under the grinning moon, finishing their smokes and dreading the moment when they would be taken back under. For one, it was the huge, dull ache that had been punched through his chest by the demon sword. For the other, it was the click, click, click of the madness that never seemed to end.

All of this seemed to fade away on the breath of a cigarette.

Inhale, exhale.

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I dont know what this was, but please review if you liked it XD sorry if it sucked D: i take requests! cheers C: