Another Short Saiyuki Fanfic - Cigarettes
I almost named this little fic "Addiction" but there seem to be a lot of fanfics with that title, especially about Saiyuki (and I think I may have even written a few...), so I called it "Cigarettes" instead. Which may or may not be used even more. Either way, I lack any talent for coming up with titles, haha.
Title: Cigarettes
Word count: 494
Warnings: worksafe
Pairing(s): none (possibly slight Gojyo/Hakkai)
Description: Gojyo-centric. A quick glimpse at his life and relationships pre-Hakkai.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction =/= Kazuya Minekura-fiction
Gojyo got addicted to things very easily.
He’d only taken a few cough-inducing puffs from one of his brother’s cigarettes before he started having cravings for the high he had hardly even achieved. Only a couple of puffs, and he had to sneak into the kitchen to snag the box of Hi-Lites from their hidden place in the bottom drawer every couple of hours. When he finally left that house, that box was the only thing he took with him.
He seemed to suffer from heavy Jien withdrawal from that point onward, so apparently he had unconsciously been addicted to that as well. The mother withdrawal symptoms were particularly brutal, he noticed.
People started to pick fights with him, so he learned to hit back, and he got addicted to that pretty quick too. It was satisfying in a sick sort of way to feel somebody’s face cracking under your knuckles. It felt good after the wave of insults and jeers. Kind of like how a cigarette’s cool-down felt good after the initial burn in your lungs.
When he ran into Banri, the blonde turned into yet another addiction, this one perhaps even stronger than the rest. Gojyo would follow him everywhere, like a shadow, and do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it done; and in return, Banri would sling an arm around Gojyo’s shoulder and tell dirty jokes and grin at him.
Banri introduced Gojyo to a number of other drugs. Like the sort of high being with a woman could provide, and the deep sort of sleep you could only achieve after getting completely stone-wall drunk. Gojyo had cravings for all of them.
When Banri left and didn‘t come back, there was withdrawal again, but this time Gojyo had an entire world of pleasures to make up for it, to distract him from the Banri cravings, and the Jien cravings, and the mother cravings, and anything else. In and out every day, he had a perpetual high. Random people to laugh with for a day, booze, women, and a cigarette constantly hanging from his lips. He partook in every glorious trip imaginable that could distract him as it slowly blackened his lungs. He didn’t need anything else.
Then came the night when it was raining, and he saw a smile. He didn’t really care about the guy in the road at first: he was as good as dead, if he wasn’t dead already. But still, Gojyo became addicted to things extremely easily, and when he saw that smile, it suddenly seeped into his blood and spread like nicotine.
He needed that smile for whatever reason. So he took it with him. Scooped up the man who had withdrawal symptoms that might’ve been even worse than his own, and carried him back home.
From that day onward, that man became as constantly present in Gojyo’s life as his trusty box of Hi-Lites, and Gojyo wasn’t sure which need would kill him first.
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Title: Cigarettes
Word count: 494
Warnings: worksafe
Pairing(s): none (possibly slight Gojyo/Hakkai)
Description: Gojyo-centric. A quick glimpse at his life and relationships pre-Hakkai.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction =/= Kazuya Minekura-fiction
Gojyo got addicted to things very easily.
He’d only taken a few cough-inducing puffs from one of his brother’s cigarettes before he started having cravings for the high he had hardly even achieved. Only a couple of puffs, and he had to sneak into the kitchen to snag the box of Hi-Lites from their hidden place in the bottom drawer every couple of hours. When he finally left that house, that box was the only thing he took with him.
He seemed to suffer from heavy Jien withdrawal from that point onward, so apparently he had unconsciously been addicted to that as well. The mother withdrawal symptoms were particularly brutal, he noticed.
People started to pick fights with him, so he learned to hit back, and he got addicted to that pretty quick too. It was satisfying in a sick sort of way to feel somebody’s face cracking under your knuckles. It felt good after the wave of insults and jeers. Kind of like how a cigarette’s cool-down felt good after the initial burn in your lungs.
When he ran into Banri, the blonde turned into yet another addiction, this one perhaps even stronger than the rest. Gojyo would follow him everywhere, like a shadow, and do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it done; and in return, Banri would sling an arm around Gojyo’s shoulder and tell dirty jokes and grin at him.
Banri introduced Gojyo to a number of other drugs. Like the sort of high being with a woman could provide, and the deep sort of sleep you could only achieve after getting completely stone-wall drunk. Gojyo had cravings for all of them.
When Banri left and didn‘t come back, there was withdrawal again, but this time Gojyo had an entire world of pleasures to make up for it, to distract him from the Banri cravings, and the Jien cravings, and the mother cravings, and anything else. In and out every day, he had a perpetual high. Random people to laugh with for a day, booze, women, and a cigarette constantly hanging from his lips. He partook in every glorious trip imaginable that could distract him as it slowly blackened his lungs. He didn’t need anything else.
Then came the night when it was raining, and he saw a smile. He didn’t really care about the guy in the road at first: he was as good as dead, if he wasn’t dead already. But still, Gojyo became addicted to things extremely easily, and when he saw that smile, it suddenly seeped into his blood and spread like nicotine.
He needed that smile for whatever reason. So he took it with him. Scooped up the man who had withdrawal symptoms that might’ve been even worse than his own, and carried him back home.
From that day onward, that man became as constantly present in Gojyo’s life as his trusty box of Hi-Lites, and Gojyo wasn’t sure which need would kill him first.
xxx