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"
Make up in the new blood
And follow me to where the real fun is"
~The Cure, Shake Dog Shake
Ryou held the crimson pack in both parts curiosity and contempt. He had grown accustomed to Bakura being reckless with his body, but that didn't mean he appreciated it.
"Yadonushi," the Spirit's voice was rough, far from velveteen. Yet it never failed to get his host's blood pumping. "Who are you to judge? You've never even tried one." An incorporeal hand guided his, sliding a cigarette out of the pack. Before he could protest the filter was betwixt his lips, flaming to life.
Morals warned him to stop but he persevered. Like wading against water.
With a single drag his cells were consumed by a fire. When Ryou sluggishly exhaled he became one with the smoke, leaving his body to twirl in the air with the plumes. It was the spindly fingers of his yami ghosting over his flesh that made him earthbound once more.
"Intoxicating isn't it? Almost as much as you," he cackled. "Stay by my side and I'll show you many more delicious experiences." More dizzying smoke pooled into his lungs. Ryou never felt more alive than when he was with a dead man.