Quit It!
Chapter Two
By OtakuChild
Disclaimer: I have none. They're on my other fics. Sheesh, what does one have to do to convince another that you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Hi All!
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the story so far! Um...that's basically it. So...here's chapter two!

Chapter Two: Method Number One: Cold Turkey

~Bakura's POV~

I can't stop shaking.
Literally, my hand shakes, and if I stop it with the other one, they both start to shake. I hate this!
I don't think I can take much more of this...
Shaking won't stop. Now I'm sweating.
No more!
Just one. I'll have just one smoke. Malik will never know.
Much better...
Yes. I feel calm now.
"BAKURA!"
Oh hell. Maybe he won't see me.
"You'd better not be smoking where I can't see you! Because If you are, let me tell you I'll make your withdrawl symptoms look like a damn field day!"
Must get out of here. I round the corner, and hide in the broom closet. The cigarette is almost gone, he'll never find out! See, It's gone!
I stick the butt in my pocket, and febreeze the area(it is a closet, after all). Nothing left but to get out of here, and go back to my room like nothing happened.
Whew. I am slick.

~Malik's POV~
Bakura!
Where is he?
I think he snuck out for a light. I'm going to go see. I round the corner of the hall, and go into his room.
GODS! It reeks in here! He has been smoking! That moron!
I must go find him.
I walk back down the hall, when something catches my eye.
Ash. Not much, mind you, but enough to get my attention. It's near the door. I hear noises from within the closet.
I knew it!
Let's open the door, shall we?
I open the door, and Bakura falls out, and onto the floor.
"Oh, well, hello there Malik." He gives me this grin.
"Well, hidey-ho to you too, good roommate. And just why are you in the broom closet, you wouldn't happen to be smoking in there now, would you?" I plaster a grin on my face to match that of the former tomb robber.
"Um...why, of course not! I was just...organizing the cleaning supplies!" He gives me a wink.
Busted! He never organizes anything, except his money, so no one will steal it. And he's never touched the cleaning supplies. Something has fallen out of his pocket.
It's a cigarette butt.
I can't believe him! He stuck it in his pocket! Oh, how disgusting! That little sneak! He thinks he's smooth, well, it looks like he slipped on his little plan. Not funny.
"Hand them over," I say.
Bakura gives me a woeful look. He takes a pack of his cigarettes out of his pocket and hands them to me.
Disgusting. I walk to the kitchen and throw them away.
"Strike one, Bakura."
Bakura looks at me with a void expression on his face.
"Remember what I told you."
"I know, I know, If I don't quit I get to go me one with the homeless."

~Bakura's POV~
Dammit!
My plan was perfect!
But Malik caught me.
Grrr....
It's okay, it's just a minor setback. I can quit! If I want to smoke, I'll just...I'll just have some gum instead. I don't want to get kicked him out, I haven't slept with him yet!
WAIT A MINUTE!
Did I just say that?
You didn't hear that. You didn't.
No matter, that was my last cigarrette, from now on I am clean and smoke-free.

One hour later...
Shit. This sucks. Now I'm chewing gum and shaking. Not to mention I'm all sweaty. I've gone through about twenty pieces of gum. I'm starting to sculpt the wad. Anything to stop the hands from shaking.
Malik has found every secret cigarette stash in the house, and he has thrown them away.
Jeezus. He made a whole dramatic production of wearing gloves and a surgical mask. He can't even touch them with his bare hands. He can't even breathe the "fumes."
For shit's sake, they're not even lit!
He had to go take a shower.
The unlit cigarettes might make that platinum hair of his fall out or something.
Okay, time to spit out the gum.
Crap.
Now I'm out of gum.
I have nothing to sculpt!
The shakes are coming back.
I have a major headache. Maybe I can sleep through this.
Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll sleep through it!
I got it under control. I can quit.
Cuz if I don't I'm royally fucking screwed!

~Malik's POV~

I can't believe this!
BAKURA WAS STACKING CIGARETTES IN MY APARTMENT!!!
I didn't even know about this!
How could I not have known?
I just don't understand.
Well, I'm pretty sure I got rid of all of them.
Okay, now to go take a shower. I feel soooo grimy.

One hour later...

Much better.
You just can't beat that clean feeling. It's wonderful.
I think I should go check on Bakura. I mean, I know I can be a bit of a psycho, but even I don't make gum sculptures.
Oh geez.
He looks awful. He looks all sweaty, and he's shaking in his sleep. He doesn't look like he's sleeping very well.
Man, he looks terrible.
I think we need a different plan.
I hate smoking. If he keeps smoking, it'll ruin his beautiful face.
GODS!! Did I just say that?
Yeah...I've loved him for a while, guess it's time to deal with it. But I won't ever tell him.
Anyways, time to think of another quit-smoking plan.
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Sorry it took so long to get up! Windows is kind of corrupted, and it goes into these fits once ever 90 days or so. Grrr...anyways, chapter 2 is up. The chapters will be kinda short, but I don't want to drag them out into long pointless things. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, and once again, I am sorry I couldn't get this up sooner. I'm working on "You are SO Infuriating!" as well. I hope to get that up this weekend. Later all!

-OtakuChild