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Addiction	By : Phanatically Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Addiction is defined as the condition of being abnormally dependent on a habit, substance, or foreign entity due to something your body or mind thinks it needs. Everyone in my life is addicted to something. My pop is addicted to alcohol, my friends to each other, and my baby sister to celebrity gossip. Most people lose interest in their addictions as time passes, like my friend Mai and her favorite designer of the month or my friend Honda and which couch he wants to leave an ass-print on that week. Some addictions, like my pop's, are more serious and life threatening and last for years. These are the addictions ya need to look out for, the ones that ruin lives and careers. I know it ain't easy for these guys, but I care about 'em, ya know? I want to learn how to help 'em, but I don't know if I can.
"For the last time, Jou!" A high pitch voice screams into my ear.
"Mmm" I sigh. Swatting a head above my head. "Leave me be, Anz, I'm thinkin'"
"Better wake him up quick, I think he's delusional. That or he might hurt himself."
"Shaddup, Honda" I snap back. "I can think just fine!" I lift my head up just enough to scowl at him. "Why can't you let a guy sleep, eh?"
"Because it's time to go home, brainless. You've slept right through the end of the day." Honda rolls his brown eyes, shaking his head. "Honestly, what would you do without us?"
"Catch some more Z's" I sit up and stretch, yawning loudly. "I'd have figured it out eventually."
"Sure you would." Anzu nods flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Right after the doors were locked for the evening and you were stuck here all night."
"Whatever" I grumble, snatching my bag off the side of the desk. "Where's Yuug?" I ask, ruffling my hair and shuffling for the door. "I thought we were s'posed to hang out today?"
"That's tomorrow, bonehead. He's busy helping Gramps today." Honda reminds me as we head out of the room. Shit, that means I work tonight.
"Honestly, it's like you never pay attention to anything." Anzu snickers, not noticing my brief grimace.
"Sure I do." I turn back and grin at her. "Such as when food is the topic of conversation."
"Or Duel Monsters, maybe sleep" Honda interjects as we turn a corner.
"Occasionally, but usually if we're talking about sleep he's usually the one sleeping." Anzu adds.
"Whatever." I grumble reaching the doors. "I'll catch you guys later, I'm gonna head home this way."
"Later, man!" Honda salutes as he and Anzu head further down the hallway. "Make sure you show up tomorrow! Possibly try to stay awake too!"
"Shaddup!" I snap back, heading out the doors towards work.
My friends don't get it. They don't get it 'cause I ain't tellin' 'em. I've been working two jobs to cover the cost of my rent payments. I know livin' on your own at 17 is frowned upon, but it sure as hell beats livin' at home with an alcoholic for a pop. I love my dad, but I need somethin' more, somethin' better. I can't take care of him forever, losin' my paychecks to his addiction rather than savin' up for my own place. I know most kids my age are savin' up for college, but I ain't that smart. What I am is determined to be successful, even if I have to work for it. I ain't gonna be like him, I'm gonna work hard and live a real life. And if the price I pay for being successful is less sleep then I'll pay it.
"Shit." I sigh under my breath, scratching the back of my neck. I can't be successful if I'm always sleepin' my way through class. "Damnit!" I growl kicking a rock down the street, shifting my bag on my shoulder. I can't take less hours at work and I can't spend as much time sleeping in class. "More coffee it is then." I sigh, jamming my hands in my pockets.
I'm tryin' not to get any of the bad kinds of addictions. Addictions like smoking, drinking or drugs ain't what I'm worried about. I'm worried about the embarrassing, dependent kind. Like nail biting or knuckle cracking. My biggest worry is caffeine. The shit does wonders with the kind of life I've been livin' lately, but it's also addictive. I don't want to be dependent on anything other than myself.

"Good afternoon, Jounouchi-san. You're here early today?" A soft, kind voice interrupts my musings.
"Oh, hi Kanako-chan." I yawn, grinning at a petite girl with large brown eyes and long black hair. "I guess I walked here faster than usual. 'Sides, I'm only 10 minutes early."
"For someone who's always late, 10 minutes makes a difference." Her light, airy voice shakes with laughter.
"I like you, Kanako-chan. Don't make me hate you." I grin, flicking her nose as I walk towards my locker.
"You could never hate me, Jounouchi-san." Kanako has the lightest walk any person has ever known. It was like the pitter-patter of a cat behind me. Sometimes I feel like I need to glance over my shoulder to see if she's still there. Strange woman, very strange.
"Could if you kept doggin' on me." I wink back at her. "Who's service you on today?" I ask as I threw on my janitor's uniform. "Tell me it's not Dr. D?"
"One day he's going to learn what that D stands for. I'll miss you once you get fired." I roll my eyes, ignoring her dramatic fake sniffle.
"He ain't gonna find out if you don't tell him." I remind her, lacing up my dirty, old sneakers. "'Sides, all you have to do is bat your pretty eyelashes at him and he'll more than welcome me back."
"Nonsense." I roll my eyes again.
"Mmhmm. I'll see you later, I'm sure there's tons of medical waste lying about just screaming to get cleaned up." I finish pulling on my keycard over my neck and punching in my time card when a foul voice snaps from the door way.
"Late again, Jounouchi?" Dr. Shini's a total ass. I bite my tongue before I turn my head toward him, bowing slightly to show respect.
"Actually, I'm early today, Sensei."
"How interesting. Traffic must have been short." I grit my teeth to keep from saying anything less than polite.
"Must have been so." I agree, punching the code into the doors that lead to the basement of the hospital. "If you'll excuse me, sensei, I need to meet with my superior now." I give a short, polite nod to both Shini and Kanako before I practically sprint away. I do not need to piss off Dr. D and get fired for it. Certainly when I'm barely holding on to my job as it is. Being a hospital janitor is a suck job, but it pays better than any job I've ever had. Even if I can only work afternoons, there's always work to be done.
"Jou-san, you're here!" I smile when I see my little, old superior.
"Takei!" I grin. "What ch'ya got for me today?"
"We have a nasty load today, son. Lots of patient rooms, nasty floors, and especially cranky doctors. You up for it? You seem tired, m'boy."
"And probably too skinny too." I winked at him. "Quit worrying at me, I'm in the prime of my health, I'm just too addicted to work to let it rest."
"Being a workaholic ain't good for you. Make sure you take a break sometime." Takei's wrinkly old face warms my heart. He's such a kind old man, with balding head of gray hairs and droopy golden eyes.
"Don't worry, old man, at least I ain't an alcoholic or a shopaholic."
A warm chuckle rises from his chest as he motions for me to follow him to our first job for the night. "Oh, and before you leave for the evening, take some scones with you. Mara baked a storm last night."
"Arigatou." I grin patting my belly. I love Mara's baking.

The worst part about the days I work both jobs is I don't have enough time to rest between 'em. I have roughly 2 hours after a 4-hour shift before I have to show up for an 8-hour night shift at the Museum. Which of course ends two hours before school begins. Luckily I only do this four times a week. 8 Hours in school, 8 hours at the Museum, 4 hours at the hospital, and 4 hours to sleep. Got it.
This is why I don't tell my friends. A man with this little sleep begins to go crazy. That's why I only work at the Museum 4 nights a week. I alternate days of the week that I work both jobs in order to stay as healthy as I can and as caffeine free as I can.
I had to lie about my age at both jobs in order to get 'em, but I work hard to keep 'em. I get my homework done while I watch the monitors at the Museum and I eat at the hospital and at school. I often sleep during the boring classes too. It's a flawed system, but it's what I got.
I sigh as I swipe my ID card into the museum. As of two weeks ago I do the security night shift by myself. The Museum at night is creepy. Occasionally I'll see one of the janitors roam through the building on a monitor here or there, but for the most part there's nothing good that happens. I just sit there all night.
"Logs, done. Monitors, check. Math homework, ehh." I shrug, a guilty expression hitching my brows together. Who really needs this junk anyway? I'll never understand all these numbers and shapes, I just gotta pass. "Two more hours…" I sigh deeply, tapping my pencil against the desk. I can feel my eyelids drooping. "Damnit." I mutter standing up. "I can do this. I am not weak." I growl, pacing the room.
I pace until the end of my shift, clocking out as soon as the digits reach 00. I never have time to go home on these days, so I put on my school uniform and take a nap under my favorite tree on the school grounds instead. I skive off a few extra minutes of sleep and I have a human alarm clock every morning as well. It's a pretty good set up. On colder days I just sleep in one of the empty classrooms. This is how I spend my senior year.
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