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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Re: taking a page from mikke's book!

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Author's notes: Something about that title makes me feel vaguely pretentious, but all the other titles were worse. >< This fic has been sitting on my hard drive for months because I don't like it, but I don't think I'm going to revise it any more, and it is possible that it has some merit in it somewhere.


Disclaimer: Une, Treize, and the setting were created by people other than myself. I have no reason to believe that, in writing this story, I am in any way depriving those people of potential income, and therefore, I do so without moral qualms. With that in mind, I politely ask that you do not sue me.

Pairings: 11+13

Warning: this story is absolutely riddled with words, which I am told can potentially be used for subversive, unpatriotic purposes. Government oversight is strongly advised. Get to it, Mr. Ridge. What are we paying you for?


The Adolescence of Une


Her commanding officer was tall and handsome; it was the first thing she noticed about him. The next was that he had a deep, rich voice that spoke such fine words that when he opened his mouth, all voices fell silent.

She found him playful behind his elegance and formality. He called her Lady, and eventually, she called him Lord. The affair was conducted entirely through words and glances, for Une was a stickler for regulation that year. She might be different later, given as she was to frequent shifts in mood, but what she would be next, not even Une knew.

She didn't know what he saw in her, except perhaps a highly personal vision of physical beauty. She wasn't sure who began the dance. She commanded his troops gladly, shouting orders so he need never strain his voice, but when exercises were over, she did not say a word beyond "yes, sir"--until he said Lady to her in a voice so beautiful it made everything else he had said seem ordinary.

For all the fineness of his voice and face, Treize was still only an officer to her, one gracious and handsome, but only a man, until the day they flew up to Colony X-18999, where he was to take command of the training facility.

Re: taking a page from mikke's book!

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"You could be my aide there, Lady," he told her, after opening the sealed envelope containing his new orders. "I would enjoy your company."

"Yes, sir," she said, a model of soldierly attention, stiff-backed and stony-faced.

He set the papers on his desk and regarded her with an expression that suggested hurt. "You called me sir."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't you want to go to the colonies, Lady?"

"No, sir."

"Why not?"

"I...don't care for the colonies, sir." Une did not know what she would be tomorrow, but she remembered what she had been yesterday, and from where she had come, and Une had no desire to return to either.

Perhaps he understood what she was then, because he said, "Well. I wouldn't want to force you to do something that was unpleasant for you, my Lady. I can find another officer to serve as my aide while I am at Frontline."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"You could at least be my pilot, though. It's not too great a strain on your sensibilities to fly to the colonies and back, is it?"

"Of course not, sir..." she said with a touch of indignition. Then she smiled slightly. "Not at all, Lord Treize. It would be my pleasure to take you."

They left the next day, and Une found her heart behaving oddly, jerking a little whenever she thought of how she would soon salute him goodbye. Perhaps he felt the same, because he never left the cockpit, although he had dozens of reports to read before they landed at the Frontline Command Center.

"I will miss you, my Lady," he said to her, near the end of the journey. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw him smiling fondly. A lump rose in her throat. He continued: "Without you, I shall have to do all my own shouting."

"I...will miss shouting on your behalf, my Lord," she half-whispered.

"You know, your voice is much more beautiful when you speak softly, Lady Une."

"But it is more useful as a shout, isn't it."

Treize laughed and she shivered. "When I am a General, you will be my colonel, and you can shout and whisper and sing for me, and I will change the world. With your help, I couldn't fail."

"The world? The whole thing?"

"The whole thing," he repeated, and the room felt hot, even though they had long ago left the atmosphere, and they were deep in cold space.

"My Lord Treize," she said, clutching at the controls so her hands didn't shake, "I can do even...unpleasant things for you, if you ask. If you need me to do them. I am a soldier."

"Thank you, Lady Une. I'll keep that in mind." His voice was light, but she felt terribly heavy in a shuttle so full of conviction. "Lady..." Treize finally touched her, covering her hand with his. Her skin burned. She turned her head to look at him. "Thank you, Lady Une," he said again, and then he kissed her.

The kiss went on much too long to be considered even vaguely appropriate, but Une no longer cared.



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