By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Look at my other stories if you want a freakin' disclaimer!
I thought this one up on a whim. While watching a commerical for the Great American Smokeout, this little ficlet came into my head. ^_^ Enjoy!
I feel as though as this fic should be script-free, because I just can't think of anything to really lead into the chapter, if you get my drift. ^_^
Aaaah.
The end of the day. Working for KaibaCorp is tons of fun. Hell, I get to test video games! But it is tiring sometimes, because I do other stuff too. Plus terrorizing Yami takes a lot out of a Tomb Robber. Laura Croft, Indeed. I'm sooo hotter than her.
Anyways, stressful day. Kaiba was being an ass. He's always an ass, but today the proverbeal stick-up-the-rear-end was shoved up a little farther than normal. So what do I do to de-stress?
I take the cigarette and light it. I'm about to take a drag when the cigarette is taken from my mouth in one-fell-swoop!
I look up to see Malik standing over me, with a look of pure disgust on his face. One hand is resting on his hip, the other is holding the cigarette. He's holding it by his thumb and forefinger, arm extended out, to get it as far away from him as possible. I've been trying to hide it from him. But it looks as though I've been caught.
Oops.
Crap.
"I knew it! I knew I smelled cigarette smoke in here the other day!"
He scowls at me, lavender eyes narrowed. He looks at the cigarette like it's a slug. Then his gaze turns back to me.
"Bakura! Of all the dirty, disgusting, awful, degrading, horrific habits one has to choose from! YOU'RE SMOKING!! AND IN MY APARTMENT NO LESS!!!"
I register a look of shock on my face. I'm not sure why. I was going to get caught sooner or later.
"Just WHAT do you have to SAY FOR YOURSELF!???"
Okay. He's livid now. Ummm...shit.
"Ummm...I'm sorry."
Oops. Wrong thing to say. His eyes have narrowed further.
"You're SORRY?? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY??? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SMOKING DOES TO YOU???"
"A little." Brace youself, Bakura.
"A LITTLE?? Smoking causes cancer and emphysima and it makes your teeth all yellow and your face get all wrinkly and...not to mention..."
"Not to mention what?" I think I'm royally screwed now.
"IT MAKES MY APARTMENT REEK LIKE A FUCKING HOLE-IN-THE-WALL BAR!!!!"
Whoa. Should've saw that one coming. This is the Egyptian Cleaning Psycho we're talking about here. He comes unglued if there's an atom of dirt on the floor.
Wait a minute!
"You're apartment? I live here too!"
"I moved in here first! You came along later because Ryou threw you out!" Malik's eyes softened a bit. "Why did he throw you out anyway?"
Oh shit. Uh-Oh.
"Because...umm...because...he...caught...me...smoking."
"That's a perfectly good reason he kicked you out! If there is one habit I cannot stand, Bakura, it's SMOKING. So we're making a little deal. You stop smoking, and I let you stay. But if you keep inhaling those detestable cancer sticks, you can find somewhere else to crash."
He stamped out the cigarrette in the trash, turned on one heel and sauntered out of the room.
Damn, he's hot when he walks like that. Wait! Did I just say that? I meant...uh...I hate it when he gets like this.
Well, what are you looking at! It's the truth!
~Malik's
POV~
Oh. My.
God.
Holy.
Shit.
Bakura.
Is. Smoking.
In my
apartment.
Bakura
is smoking, in my apartment.
BAKURA
IS SMOKING IN MY APARTMENT!!
DISGUSTING!!!!!!
No wonder
Ryou kicked him out. He's lucky I didn't tell him to have his stuff packed
in two weeks.
Ya know,
I never figured him as the smoking type. But nonetheless...
NOBODY
SMOKES IN MY HOME!!!
Does
he NOT see the warning on the labels?
Of course
not, he still smokes them.
Well,
not anymore. He's going to quit. It's for his own good. Unless he likes
living out on the street in all the garbage and filth the way he likes
blood.
I sigh,
and flop down on the bed.
This
is going to be a looong week.
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Okay! Chapter one done! Oh,
and the Great American Smokeout is November 21. Later all!
-OtakuChild