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: Heero Yui and the Organization of the Zodiac

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"Got any idea where?" I demanded in my best flat voice. I could see his own eyes flash with irritation.

"Maybe if you started *looking,* instead of just --" he began, in the far-too-familiar tones that would begin yet another round of endless arguments.

"Guys!" Quatre interrupted, an edge of panic lacing through his voice. I wrenched my mind back to the situation at hand, and saw. Our situation had just gotten a hell of a lot worse. We had come out into a straight row of shops, with no side streets or possible turns in sight. Unless we found some sort of cover before Oz came around the next corner, we would be right in their line of sight.

And then it would turn into a firefight... in the middle of a crowded street...

"Here!" Trowa barked out the word like an order, startling me, even if I wouldn't admit it. He doesn't speak often, and rarely loudly; the rarity of the occurrence immediately caught my attention. He swerved off to the side, skidding to a halt in front of a door beneath a swinging rusty sign. It was an unobtrusive little shop... so unobtrusive, in fact, that even with Trowa calling my attention to it I couldn't focus on it for a minute. But that was just fine. If it was really so out-of-the-way looking, then perhaps Oz wouldn't see it right away.

Anything, as long as it got us off the street. I waited until the others were through the peeling-paint wooden doorway, before ducking through myself. Those extra seconds gave me enough time to catch a glimpse of the sign over the door, and if it hadn't been for my trained observation skills, I wouldn't have been able to make out the faded words printed on it: The Leaky Cauldron.

Obviously some type of inn.

Once inside, the five of us immediately scattered. Quatre had flattened himself against the wall by one of the windows, where he could see out but would not be seen by anyone on the street. I copied his example by one of the other windows, putting my back to the wall and scanning the space we had found ourselves in. Luckily the room was almost empty; all we needed was one bystander panicking to stir up a total disaster. But the occupants of the room stayed unmoving, thanks be to any attendant Kami; they seemed frozen in shock, or so absorbed in their own affairs that they didn't even notice the arrival of a traveling circus packing heat...

My first quick scan of the room was a cursory one, searching for threats; after I'd finished it, though, something nagged at me. I took a slightly longer look, trying to pin down the uneasiness -- no, they still weren't speaking, weren't making any threatening moves. The pudgy, middle-aged man at the bar continued to focus intently