Coffee and Cigarettes
A series of unconnected vignettes, starring the Yu Gi Oh cast and revolving around the eponymous items. Obviously, I don't own Yu Gi Oh, and I don't own Jim Jarmusch's wonderful film Coffee and Cigarettes... but it's a fabulous movie, so I do recommend it to you.
To Ratica, Mya Ino, nkitty29, crsg, Black Breeze, Downtrodded and Freak09, thank you for your reviews. I had so much fun with the last chapter I'm considering using it to make a longer SetoxSerenity spinoff, later on. But here's the next little snapshot, so... Enjoy... :)
Scene Two: Bakura, Anzu, General Health Warning
"I hope that's not all you're eating for lunch," a voice rasped at Anzu.
She glanced up from her book to confirm its owner. Bakura had claimed the vacant seat at her outdoor café table. He lounged in it as though he'd been perfectly comfortable there for hours, leaning back in his black leather pants, a white shirt with too many buttons undone (it was hazardous to passing females, Anzu warranted) and a jacket of some kind of nylon-black-denim sort of material, its collar turned up under his long hair. He casually flicked the end of his cigarette onto the pavement.
Anzu spared another glance for the large cappuchino that was sitting beside her book.
"...And if it is?"
"In a spunky mood today, are we?" Bakura grinned at her.
Anzu rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling Bakura always put in her stomach. "No, just trying to read my book in peace."
Bakura glanced down at what she was reading. "Well, at least it isn't one of those silly romance novels."
Anzu raised an eyebrow, and took a sip of her foamy drink.
"Well, they're so boring."
"...How would you know, unless you read one?"
Bakura choked on his cigarette smoke, before apparently deciding to pass along the blame. "Hey, a spirit has to learn to read somewhere. Ryou has a limited book collection."
"...Right." Anzu flicked her book shut. It was actually the biography of a backup dancer for a pop singer. It was also evident that she wasn't going to be able to concentrate on it with him in front of her. She stared at him for a moment. "Anyway, what're you complaining about? Coffee never killed anyone... Unlike cigarettes."
Bakura laughed, and shook his white hair. It seemed very sparkly in the midday sunlight. He probably used all kinds of products in it or something. No one's hair was supposed to be that attractive. Anzu smoothed her own absent-mindedly... And watched as Bakura watched her do it. Interesting. Very interesting.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" she said, when he failed to defend himself.
"Just passing by," he said nonchalantly, and took another long puff.
Anzu took a long sip of her coffee in response.
He cocked an eyebrow at her and puffed again.
Anzu sipped again.
Bakura sat up straighter in his chair, and wrapped his mouth around his thin cigarette suggestively, and sucked on it once more.
Anzu sat back, raised her cup and gulped down a long draught of the hot, sweet liquid.
Bakura puffed an O.
Anzu slurped some of the foam off the top of her drink.
Bakura took such a deep breath of his cigarette that he sucked the red ember down to the end of the white stalk. He crunched the brown butt out on the glass top of the table they were sitting at, and then exhaled one long, smoky breath. He cocked his head at her through the haze around him.
Anzu responded by draining the rest of her cup in one go, and then slowly raising the index finger of her other hand. She ran it around the rim of the large pink mug to catch the remaining foam. She then stared evenly at Bakura as she inserted her finger into her mouth and licked it off.
Bakura laughed again, the scratchy sound sending a brief tingle up Anzu's spine. "We are feeling spunky today. Too bad you still lose," he said, grinning evilly, and then reached inside his jacket pocket to extract a small box. He flipped open the end, snapped box forward with his wrist, then carefully extracted one of the many cigarettes he still had. Then he rested the box on the table, pulled out a black lighter, and lit up a second time.
He smiled at Anzu's glare. Smug bastard. She'd show him. She pushed her chair away from the table with a screech, and walked back inside the café. A few moments later she emerged with another pink mug of fluffy coffee and plonked back down in her chair.
"You really ought to eat something else for lunch."
"Hey, I'm a dancer. None of us eat," she joked. Actually, when she felt like it, Anzu could wolf down almost as much as Jounouchi. She burned most of it off in dance rehearsals and nervous energy. (Like the nervous energy Bakura so easily inspired in her, a small voice added.) But there was no sense in telling him that; she was rather enjoying his concern for her wellbeing.
He rolled his eyes.
"Cigarettes are bad for you," Anzu said earnestly.
Bakura rolled his eyes again, this time in an exaggerated, comical fashion. Anzu stifled a giggle.
"Well, if you're going to happily poison yourself, at least think about my lungs. I'd be more worried about them than my stomach right now, with you breathing all that second-hand smoke in my face."
Bakura's lips twisted in a very seductive manner. "Actually... If I were to devote large amounts of time to thinking about parts of your body, it wouldn't be your stomach or your lungs that held my attention."
Anzu flipped her book back open. "Take your smokes elsewhere, you seedy bastard."
In response, Bakura gathered his cigarettes and his lighter off the table and slid them back into his jacket pockets. He shuffled his chair backwards - carefully, not making the grating sound Anzu had - and stood up. He turned to leave.
Damnit. He was calling her bluff.
"Hey," Anzu called. "Where do you think you're going?"
He turned around with another mischevious smile on his face and reclaimed his seat. Then, without another word, Bakura lit up his third cigarette. He took a short puff and gave a brief sigh of happiness.
Anzu smiled sweetly at him... And took a sip of her cappachino.
Author's Note: I just want to make it crystal clear that smoking is BAD. If you already smoke, hey, I'm not preaching to you, but if you don't smoke... For the love of god, don't start. I am in no way advocating cigarettes. Thanks. Next chapter? Ishizu, Odion and their waiter... Shadi?? OOCness.