I'm Sorry I'm Addicted To Nicotine
The cool night breeze swept through Yuki Sohma's black hair bringing the many scents of the busy city along with it. His full lips parted slightly as if he wanted to taste the many smells that assaulted his nose. But, slight tremors in his hands and the nervous adrenaline that raced through his system told Yuki that he had to do it. Now.
Sliding his shaking hand into his jacket pocket he pulled out his emergency pack of cigarettes, and with his other hand he brought out a lighter. Yuki slide the cigarette between his middle and ring finger, just touching the webbing of his fingers. He fumbled slightly, at first his shaky hands were unable to align the tip of the cigarette to the small flame, but after a few frustrated grunts and an irritated jerk, Yuki finally managed to light it.
His chapped lips embraced the end of the cigarette like the arms of a long time lover as he inhaled the cloyingly spicy smoke that was nicotine. His lithe frame shuddered in what could only be described as relief, when the cigarette filled the chasm of his need that had been knawing at his belly for a few hours now. And a smile flitted across his face before his fingers uncurled themselves from the side of his face, and he pulled the small cylinder from his mouth, and allowed a beautiful smile to brighten his model face.
The sound of laughter caught his ears, and he looked back at Tokyo U's Art building. The dome shaped building was lit up and the young women that currently inhabited the building had abandoned their paintings and sketches in favor of laughter and talk. Yuki's brilliant smile faded into a sad smile as he reminisced about his own high school. The laughter and the smiles that he had never been able to get for himself, that he could only watch from afar. The constant desire to run away from all of his problems, to be the coward that he had always known himself to be, was still there. It now manifested itself in the form of cigarettes something that he never would have done in high school.
Then again, college was different. It was always different, everything was easier once you passed the entrance exam, hell you didn't even have to attend the classes. It was one of the reasons that Yuki was saving, and studying, so he could move to the States. It wasn't like the Sohma family couldn't pay for him, hell he was pretty such that his brother would pay for him to live in America. He would be so happy that Yuki was finally doing something that wasn't for the family. Yuki wanted to do something on his own for once, something that didn't involve his family, unlike the rest of his life.
So that was how Yuki Sohma became an art model for the college students of Tokyo U. The pay was pretty damn good, and the hours were extremely flexible, not to mention that the students (especially the girls) practically drooled when he got naked. The first time that he'd stripped in front of anyone though was probably the most nerve wrecking time of his life. Before that he'd never been naked in front of any girl. Ever. Fuck, he'd never even had a girlfriend before.
Yuki inhaled again, before once again uncurling his fingers from the sides of his face and blowing the smoke out into the chilly night air. It was cold enough that a passerby might mistake the smoke for his breath, winter was, after all, approaching quickly. The last of the autumn leaves were falling away, and, if he remembered the weather forecast right, snow was supposed to come in about a week.
"Yuki-san! Come inside before you catch a cold!" He sighed, before stubbing out his cigarette and walking back inside.
Well, back to work again.