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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Heero Yui and the Organization of the Zodiac

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero Yui and the Organization of the Zodiac

Rating: PG

Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+OC (*sighs blissfully* Ahh, that oft-seen lineup!)

Warnings: shounen-ai, magic, occasional silliness, occasional angst

Blood type: AB

Disclaimer: Yea, although I walk through the valley of Gundam Wing, I remain untouched by lawsuits, for I own nothing and lay claim to nothing. So mote it be.

Author's Notes: This is a Harry Potter-Gundam Wing fusion. I wrote it for a contest, so if you see it around, assume that I lost...



London, even in AC 196, retained a lot of its history in its buildings, and a lot of personality in its streets. If you had a beautiful spring day day to spare, you could walk through the narrow, twisting, cobbled alleyways, gaze at the shops lining the courseway, and pretend that you lived in a time before colonies were ever conceived.

If, however, you spent that same spring day being pursued through those same streets by a platoon of OZ soldiers hot after your blood, then you had less attention to spare for such things.

We needed to go to ground somewhere. I *knew* that. A group of five teenaged boys, none of whom could be said to be unobtrusive, running full-tilt through the quiet London streets is hardly what I call inconspicuous. Any of the passersby who turned their heads to stare after the five of us as we pelted down the street could identify us to our pursuers. Our best bet would be to split up; it would be much easier to hide one person than five. I knew that too. But we couldn't split up, for the same reasons that had drawn us together in this conspicuous manner in the first place. All five Gundams, all five pilots, would be needed to complete this mission.

That damned baka bobbed up in front of me without any warning, and I nearly ran into him. "We need to find somewhere to lie low for a while!" he exclaimed, as if I didn't already know. He was running alongside of me now, Kami only knew how he was keeping up, with that idiot pigtail flying out behind him like a banner, marking him to anyone and everyone who cared to look.

Kami-sama, did you ever meet a person who was just so fundamentally annoying that absolutely everything that came out of their mouth, even if it would be completely reasonable to hear from someone else, just makes you want to scream in irritation? Duo Maxwell was such a person. I ground my teeth and tried to concentrate on the situation at hand, and not on certain other things I would prefer to be doing. Like punching him in the mouth.