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: Pocketful of Ashes

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Heero didn't even bother to look at Quatre, sliding his gun back into the holster. " 'Love' is just a pretty name for an unnecessary emotional attachment," he said, sounding as bored as though he were reciting something out of a dictionary. "It's a weakness that a soldier cannot afford. I always knew that Duo Maxwell was too emotional to be a true soldier, that sooner or later that weakness would turn him into a liability. And I was right."

"Yuy..." Wufei's voice was low and shaking with fury, and the hand that pushed him up against the back of the chair was bloodless with the force of his grip. "You... dishonorable..."

Heero met his eyes with a cold stare of his own, and said nothing.

Wufei slowly came around the table towards him, murder in his dark eyes. "I could not understand how a pilot like Maxwell had become so badly wounded by the Mobile Dolls. And now I know. It was because of you. He exposed himself to enemy fire to save *your* life, and how do you repay him...!"

"He made his own decisions," Heero snarled. "He made a mistake and he died for it. I had nothing to do with it."

"You *bastard!*" Wufei lunged the rest of the way across the room, gripping the collar of his flight jacket and slamming him back against the wall. "The only 'mistake' that Maxwell made was in trading his life for *your* worthless hide! He was ten times the pilot you are!"

Heero swept his arm up and broke Wufei's hold on his collar, shoving the Chinese man a few steps back and glaring at him angrily. "There is only one test of a soldier's competence. Duo failed that test!"

"How can you say that?" Quatre cried, rising from his seat also. "He sacrificed himself for you! Doesn't that mean anything to you at all?"

"A soldier's life is expendable," Heero muttered darkly. "Duo should have known that."

Wufei spat a curse, and his hands flew to his hip, as though searching for a weapon sheathed there. He froze his hands in mid-motion, though, staring at Heero with a look of disbelief. "I'm beginning to realize something, Yuy. For a long time I have considered Maxwell to be a flighty, shallow person. I could see the obvious skill with which he piloted his Gundam, and I respected him for that, but I was convinced that the boy himself was an idiot. And now I wonder why. There was nothing that Duo did, or said, that should have led me to doubt his intelligence, and I of all people should know that happiness is not equal to weakness. But you -- you, Yuy, with your sneers and allusions and curt dismissals of any value he might have had... I listened to you, and like a fool I let myself be convinced that Duo, not you, was the one with the problem..."