Nicotine
By C-Chan (AKA Abyssinian Angel)
Author's Note: I don't own the characters of Weiss Kruez. This is yaoi OmixYouji. Enjoy…Omi POV, yes I know I am crazy ^^'…. this one is for Brianne, just cuz I wrote the rest for Shy…. I'll miss ya, Bri! –C
Smoke curled out of his tight, stressed lips. I watched them slowly turn into a smile. I could tell how much he enjoyed the feeling of the nicotine as it rushed through his blood. His eyes were closed and twitched a little at every smoke filled breath. Of course he hadn't notice my staring.
Stringy blond hair and a tight muscular chest was all he needed to steal my heart and believe me he did. Here I am, watching him slowly kill himself and all I can think of is his beautiful mouth and wishing that he loved me. Once I asked him why he smoked and he looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Well, Bishounen, it gives you a rush, almost as if your blood begins to flow the wrong way." Like that answered my question.
Youji never did try to explain it to any of us, no matter how often we asked. Ken and I that's all we asked him for nearly two weeks and we still don't understand. Aya doesn't really care… Even now as I watch him and the gray circles forcing themselves out of his suppressed smile I still don't see what it is. Maybe I'm not supposed to…
In a way I know how he feels, with the nicotine rush. It's the same feeling I get when I see him approach from a distance. A longing, pleasant feeling that makes you want to just wallow in it forever. In another way I don't. I don't see why he can do something just once and then he'll have nagging in the back of his mind for the rest of his life to do it again.
Free and lingering the smoke makes it's way slowly to the roof, never quite making it, disappearing part way there. Just as I look back at him his eyes open and he stares at me questioningly, "Whatcha thinkin' about, Omittichi?" he asks in a lazy cheerful voice.
"Nothing really." You. I am thinking about you.
"Oh." He smiles and closes his eyes again. He parts his lips and places the cigarette between them. Moments later he removes the cigarette and releases the smoke, an action that makes my knees go weak. In a sudden moment of blind passion I am standing over him, a sweet smile, crossing my lips. I lean over and kiss him before he can place the cigarette between his lips.
Then I realize what I just did.
And I run, leaving him behind.
All I know now is why nicotine is so addicting. I'm addicted to him the same way he is addicted to his nicotine.
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"Listen, kid. I don't see you that way…" He's whispering, a cigarette dangling sexily from this bottom lip. I'm not listening, I don't have to. I know what he's going to say and I know why he's going to say it. He's scared, scared of the future and scared of me. Just like I am scared the cigarettes are going to kill him. In time I will get over my fears and hopefully so will he.
~*Crush*
Bri, this one was for you….started nearly a month ago (surprise, surprise) and lost on my PC…just like everything else on this piece of shit lol ^^…...I miss ya!