Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Honey

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Honey
Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam Wing. I disclaim responsibility for it.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: ?x2, 1x2
Category: angst, dark
Blood type: B -
Warnings: angst, ref. to past NCS, rape
Author's Notes: Yes, I did list those as two separate warnings. I think by the end of the fic you will understand why.

A shower should be heaven, he thought as he staggered into the hallway of their current 'safehouse,' a mangy, run-down motel whose only value was its anonymity. Duo had seen worse towns in his time, but not many -- this was the kind of place where nobody made eye contact, nobody blinked if you carried a gun, and nobody asked questions if you disappeared in the middle of the night and were never seen again. This was the neighborhood of the walking dead.
Heero liked it here.
Coming to a stop before the door -- with its institution-green paint peeling off in long, poisonous strips -- Duo closed his eyes and laid his head against the doorway, taking a deep breath. He swallowed -- it hurt --
"You've got a big mouth, space brat..."
His eyes flew open and he stuffed a fist into his mouth to muffle an involuntary cry. He could do this, damn it! He'd had worse than this before, and yes, he'd have nightmares again, but a few more months of them wouldn't kill him.
And he would not let those motherless bastards win. He firmed that thought in his mind. Taking in a deep breath along with his resolve, he pushed away from the doorframe, and automatically one hand patted the slight lump of the inside pocket on his vest. Still there.
He pushed open the door -- it creaked -- and paused, expecting to see Heero's gun in his face. That was his lover's normal way of greeting him at the door. The room was dim, colored mostly by the sickly neon sign lights trickling through the window, and his eyes took a minute to adjust from the bare-bulb illumination of the hallway. A glint of metal caught his eye, and he turned his head to see his Heero sitting at the desk in the corner, his laptop open before him, and his gun pointed unerringly at Duo's head.
"If I were Oz you'd be dead now," Heero said flatly.