"Moments in Time":
"Smoker"
Setting: KHR, Primo's Era
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: T
Summary: Giotto wishes G. would stop smoking already.
Word Count: 1,102 words
Genre: Romance
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or stressed words.
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Giotto hates it when G. smokes. Each time he hears the flick of the lighter or the crumpling of a carton, he frowns a little bit more. He knows its G.'s own choice, but seriously, he's slowly killing himself that way. Each stick leads him a bit closer to Death's clutches and he's been smoking since they were teens.
Giotto glanced up when G. entered his office, and as always was smoking a cigarette. The redhead was a heavy smoker, going through nearly two cartons a day, which meant fourteen a week. That was a shit ton of cigarettes. Every time Giotto confronted the other about smoking so much (because it wouldn't kill the other to cut back at least a little), G. said it helped with stress. He claimed that if he didn't have to deal with Lampo's incessant 'bitching (G.'s words, not his), Asari and Knuckle's complete idiocy (again G.'s words), Alaude's cold nature, and Daemon's ridiculous creepiness (the only two things Giotto could silently agree to) that he wouldn't have to smoke so much.
"Giotto, here is Lampo's report," G. says while carrying a small stack of papers.
"Hey, you should quit smoking already! Its bad for your health!" Giotto says instantly, disregarding the other's statement completely. G. sighs, as if they had been through this conversation thousands of times before (which they have, by the way).
"Giotto, I'm going to die already. Smoking won't make much of a difference." G. repeats for feels like the millionth time.
"But G., I'm worried about your well being," Giotto pouts, trying his puppy dog eyes. He soon remembers that G. only falls for that when he's in tears, but he can't seem to conjure up any, so G. just rolls his eyes.
"I know you are, but this is one thing I won't stop doing," The redhead states with an air of finality, and places the stack of paperwork on the desk before leaving.
The blond is far from letting this be over. He's determined to get his lover to stop smoking, and he will stop at nothing to do it.
G. really needs everyone to shut up. Lampo hasn't shut his mouth since he entered the room for dinner, and no one is really trying to distract the youngest guardian from whatever the hell it is he's complaining about now. So, G. takes it upon himself to hit the other upside the head and snarl out something along the lines of 'will you shut the hell up', only with a lot more growling and glaring and a lot less words.
"Giotto, I'm being bullied again!" Lampo cries immediately, running to the blond in an attempt to escape G.'s wrath.
"Ma, why don't we just all quiet down." Asari says in a placating manner, turning away from his conversation with Knuckle. G. doesn't really ever give a damn about the moron's attempt to play pacifist, so he turns on the Japanese male and states darkly,
"Shut it, flute freak."
"Nufufu..." Daemon snickered, completely amused by his typical temper exploding. Alaude, however, brandishes his handcuffs and snaps,
"Quiet down or I'll arrest you." G. doesn't listen, because he just doesn't care, and throws his plate of food at Lampo's head with flawless accuracy. The green-haired male sputters as various foods get tangled in his hair.
"Extreme food fight!" Knuckle laughs, immediately turning this into a game. The priest launches a potato at Asari who skillfully dodges and laughs as he joins in. Alaude disappears, murderous intent and all, while Daemon conjures up various food illusions to drop on the others. G. reaches into his pocket to grab a cigarette as he dodges some pasta (this shit is really setting him off), but then freezes in place.
"Where are my cigarettes?" He questions in a low tone, barely audible, but everyone stops what they are doing immediately and blanch. G. without his cigarettes...Oh no. G. turns to Giotto, the likely culprit, but the blond merely places innocent. "Giotto, where are my cigarettes?"
"How would I know?" The blond asks airily. G.'s eye twitches and takes one step towards the other.
Giotto's out the door in a heartbeat. The redhead growls in a dark, threatening manner, and races after the blond. He does, however, stop at the door long enough to growl at the others to clean up the damn mess, before resuming his chase. By the hurried clattering in the room as he sprints down the hall, he knows they are complying as quickly as possible.
Giotto should have known taking the cigarettes was a bad idea. He has a small bump on the back of his head to remind him of how stupid it was for him to even think of it (G. runs even quicker than he does when on nicotine withdrawal apparently). Now, G. is furious at him and he feels terrible. Sighing, Giotto places his ink pen on the mahogany desk and stares at the paper without reading the words. The door silently opens, and an annoyed G. comes in with more papers.
"Giotto, here are the papers," The redhead states in a dry tone and drops the papers on the desk. Giotto silently nods and picks one up. Instantly, the smell of smoke infiltrates his nostrils.
"They smell like smoke. Would you stop smoking already?" Giotto murmurs, mostly to himself, but his lover hears him anyway.
"...I refuse. I will, however, stop smoking around the paperwork." G. states, annoyed, and turns away to leave. Desperately, Giotto nearly shouts,
"Can't you tell I care? I don't want you to get sick." There are several tense moments of silence at this. G. probably knows he cares, wants to smoke because he can, but knows that its upsetting the blond more than he thought it probably would. Eventually, the redhead sighs and says slowly as he turns back around,
"Alright, alright. Tell you what I'll do. I will cut down to a pack a week, and then slowly cut it down from there. Okay?" Its a big jump from two packs a day to one a week (Giotto can feel the increased moodiness in the future already, but still...), so Giotto nods in agreement.
"Okay," He smiles, relieved, and adds, "thank you. I love you."
G. leans forward, kisses the other on the lips and responds, "Love you too, Giotto."
Its mission accomplished for Giotto, but the impending months to come is near death for every guardian in the mansion.
But Giotto will take those months and a nonsmoking G. over the alternative any day.
Fin.
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