Pick Your Cancer
Hannya
Rating: Dunno.PG?
Disclaimer: Weiss does not know that they belong to me so it's safe to say that no one else does either. Hence this disclaimer. Until forced to concede the property rights, I'll just say that I don't officially own Weiss.
A/N: Any of Weiss out there, I'd stop reading now. Angsty Yotan is not fun but this one made me write it so it has only itself as a story to blame. Yes, morbid and self pitying but thankfully short.
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Genetics. That's what it all boils down to in the end. The building blocks of humanity and the final decision on how all life meets its end. Although that's not to say fate isn't involved but, mostly, a person's life will inevitably navigate towards that which biology has predestined it. Translation?
Life.it's a killer.
Contrary to popular belief, I am actually aware of what goes on around me. I have been since those early days when the secret destructive abilities of nature made themselves clear. See, I watched while a better part of my family tree fell to the ravaging death of cancer. Stomach cancer, breast cancer, prostate cancer..
I've seen it all and feel that I can say, with complete honesty, that I'm merciful death in comparison. Cancer is insidious, it's your own body turning on you and killing you with your own mutated cells.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be considered an involuntary form of suicide. And, lucky me, I'm genetically predisposed to it. Swell.
So, you see, I've known since elementary school how I was going to die. Of course, with luck, one day a nameless guard will get lucky and I won't need to worry about funny shaped moles or unidentified lumps. I won't have to seize up with fear at the thought of forgetting my SPF15 or that I'm not eating enough tomatoes or tofu to save me from a heinous death. But, knowing my luck, they won't. Kudou Yohji, God's personal entertainment.
"Yohji-kun! Are you smoking in the back again, " a genki voice accused from the front of the shop. I don't even move from my comfortable position against the sink and inhale as deeply as I can, feeling the acrid smoke swirl in my lungs and the nicotine tingle on my lips.
A quick glance at my hand informs me that that is the last of the cancer stick anyway as it has burned to nearly a nub while I sat thinking. Got to remember to pick up a new pack later. "No, Omittchi, whatever makes you think that?" I call back, allowing chagrin and false innocence to drip from my voice all the while calmly extinguishing the evidence in an abandoned plastic pot filled with stagnant, soil spotted water.
Why do I smoke? Well, I like to have a choice in things and especially in things like my life. You see, I'm picking my cancer.
A/N: Eesh, angst. Don't I just suck at it? Anyway, I was just thinking that Aya IS a Cancer, as in the Zodiac sign so maybe I could play on words and make Yohji see one kind of Cancer might just be a good thing. Review if you like.
Hannya
Rating: Dunno.PG?
Disclaimer: Weiss does not know that they belong to me so it's safe to say that no one else does either. Hence this disclaimer. Until forced to concede the property rights, I'll just say that I don't officially own Weiss.
A/N: Any of Weiss out there, I'd stop reading now. Angsty Yotan is not fun but this one made me write it so it has only itself as a story to blame. Yes, morbid and self pitying but thankfully short.
*
Genetics. That's what it all boils down to in the end. The building blocks of humanity and the final decision on how all life meets its end. Although that's not to say fate isn't involved but, mostly, a person's life will inevitably navigate towards that which biology has predestined it. Translation?
Life.it's a killer.
Contrary to popular belief, I am actually aware of what goes on around me. I have been since those early days when the secret destructive abilities of nature made themselves clear. See, I watched while a better part of my family tree fell to the ravaging death of cancer. Stomach cancer, breast cancer, prostate cancer..
I've seen it all and feel that I can say, with complete honesty, that I'm merciful death in comparison. Cancer is insidious, it's your own body turning on you and killing you with your own mutated cells.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be considered an involuntary form of suicide. And, lucky me, I'm genetically predisposed to it. Swell.
So, you see, I've known since elementary school how I was going to die. Of course, with luck, one day a nameless guard will get lucky and I won't need to worry about funny shaped moles or unidentified lumps. I won't have to seize up with fear at the thought of forgetting my SPF15 or that I'm not eating enough tomatoes or tofu to save me from a heinous death. But, knowing my luck, they won't. Kudou Yohji, God's personal entertainment.
"Yohji-kun! Are you smoking in the back again, " a genki voice accused from the front of the shop. I don't even move from my comfortable position against the sink and inhale as deeply as I can, feeling the acrid smoke swirl in my lungs and the nicotine tingle on my lips.
A quick glance at my hand informs me that that is the last of the cancer stick anyway as it has burned to nearly a nub while I sat thinking. Got to remember to pick up a new pack later. "No, Omittchi, whatever makes you think that?" I call back, allowing chagrin and false innocence to drip from my voice all the while calmly extinguishing the evidence in an abandoned plastic pot filled with stagnant, soil spotted water.
Why do I smoke? Well, I like to have a choice in things and especially in things like my life. You see, I'm picking my cancer.
A/N: Eesh, angst. Don't I just suck at it? Anyway, I was just thinking that Aya IS a Cancer, as in the Zodiac sign so maybe I could play on words and make Yohji see one kind of Cancer might just be a good thing. Review if you like.