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!

♥

Comments

Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“The same,” the blond one smirked. “Cocky little criminal, sitting here cool as anything in broad daylight...”
“His loss, our gain,” the other grunted. “His price ‘as doubled, in the last week. This’ll make us rich men.”
The situation seemed, for a moment, absolutely ludicrous. Wufei tried to think of some way to convince these men, No, you can’t take me back to Romafeller, I’m already heading that way myself...
“I’m afraid my price is not yours to take, gentlemen,” Wufei said coolly, sliding his chair back and standing, every muscle tense as a wire. It’s already claimed, you see --
They grinned at each other, amused by his seeming defiance, and started forwards towards him. Wufei dodged their first grab, ducking behind the table -- one of the chairs clattered to its side, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. From behind the kitchen curtain, Bella’s worried face peeked out, and widened as she took in the situation.
Hell with it, Wufei decided. He had given his word of co-operation to Duo, not to these thugs. Narrowing his eyes, he slipped into a defensive stance, though his focus wavered back and forth between the two men.
The blond one -- Alex -- grabbed hold of his wrist, and Wufei quickly twisted his arm around, throwing the bigger man off balance, and then followed this up with a blow to his neck. Alex staggered, but before Wufei could press his advantage, his partner charged in from the other side and forced Wufei to duck his swing.
The three men soon devolved into an unorganized struggle. Wufei had more discipline, more knowledge of the art and power that went into combat, but his opponents were much larger than him and surprisingly fast for their size. Their punches and kicks, even those that he blocked, hit him with bruising strength; he gave as good as he got, but they had more mass with which to absorb his own blows.
An opening -- at last! Concentrating entirely on Alex for a moment, ignoring his partner, Wufei delivered an expert kick to the man’s knee, and snarled in satisfaction as he toppled with a surprised howl. This time he did not give him any time to recover, following his opponent down to the ground and punching at him with all his strength. Alex was dazed, groggy, and Wufei felt a thrill of impending victory. One down -- one to --

Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He heard the sharp crackling through the air an instant before his right arm was circled by a line of liquid fire. He gasped at the unexpected pain, his arm falling for a moment uselessly numb, and took an instant to recognize its significance; left free for a moment, the other bounty hunter had pulled out his whip. Another crackle sounded as he tried to turn, face his opponent, and this time the whip caught him across the chest, sending him sprawling to the floor amidst the wreckage of the chair.
Dazed, he tried to fight through the blinding pain to get to his feet, but the lash descended mercilessly, driving all thoughts of fight from his mind. Distantly, he heard Alex, sounding furious and out of breath. The whip entangled his left arm, and then strong hands gripped him and hoisted him into the air, slamming him down on the table. He felt the wood start to buckle with the force.
“Hold’im, Mueller... just a minute...”
His hands were yanked behind him, and he felt something cold and rigid bite around his wrists. Chains! After all this? He had to concentrate on getting air back into his lungs, as the rattling of metal links filled his ears. Manacles fastened around his legs, too -- he remembered a similar setup the first time he had woken up, after Duo had run him down. But unlike Duo, these bloodhounds had no intentions of letting him go.
“ -- son of a bitch! Nearly broke my leg!” came Alex’s outraged voice. “I wanna teach this little bastard a lesson --”
“Later,” growled his partner. “First we gotta get th’ brand on him. Don’t wanta have to chase him down gain.”
A snarling agreement, and the sounds of footsteps limping away. With difficulty, Wufei refocused his eyes. Dark-haired Mueller still held him pinned unforgivingly against the wooden table, as his partner, muttering curses, hulked over the fireplace. He pulled out a long metal rod with a wooden handle, and began to scrape coals out of the firebed. Wufei tried to twist his head to see the rest of the room; the other patrons appeared to have fled. Behind the kitchen curtain, there was no sign of Bella. Damn it! They can’t just -- let them --
“All right,” Alex said hoarsely, limping back over to the table. He tightly clutched the wooden handle of the glowing iron brand. His face was twisted in vengeful glee as he instructed his partner, “Open up his shirt -- and for the luvva God hold’im still...”
Wufei twisted and bucked frantically against his bonds as Mueller shifted his grip to yank Wufei’s shirt open. It was no good, Mueller pinned him easily -- Alex bent over him with the brand --

Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The door slammed open, admitting a bright burst of sunlight into the darkened room. Startled, the two bounty hunters looked up from their bloodthirsty task, and Wufei wrenched his face as far around as he could to see.
Standing in the doorway, black clothes silhouetted against the bright sun outside, stood Duo, full back dangling from one hand. His face twisted by a cold fury the likes of which Wufei had never seen. Behind him, Wufei just caught a glimpse of an anxiously hovering Bella.
“Just what exactly,” Duo growled, in a voice that chilled Wufei to the bone, “do you think you’re doing with my prisoner?”
Mueller eyed the newcomer uneasily; Alex glared daggers. “Clear off,” he snarled, attempting to look imposing. “This is our piece of meat.”
“Correction,” Duo drawled almost lazily, stepping slowly into the inn room. “That is my piece of meat, and I was the one who ran him down, and I will be the one to collect on his reward.”
Mueller’s glance flickered uneasily from Wufei to Duo. “He ain’t got your brand on him.”
“That’s right.” Duo smiled dangerously. His hand hovered over a suspicious lump in his black trousers; Wufei wondered desperately if there was actually a weapon there, or if Duo was just bluffing. “Shinigami doesn’t need a brand to claim what’s his.”
Alex stiffened, then barked a laugh. “You think you can impress us by pretending to be Shinigami? Like hell!”
“Alex,” Mueller muttered uneasily. “I don’t think he’s pretending.”
“No way.” Alex stared down at the much shorter, slighter man with contemptuous disbelief. “You’re trying to tell us that this skinny little wimp is the guy who brought down the bandit Hoskin and his men? That’s crap!”
“Care to test it?” Duo bared his teeth in what could very generously be considered a smile. It looked morbidly like a skull’s grin. “I’ve come much too far to lose my investment in the Dragon.”
Something in his aura of menace unsettled the two older men; Alex drew back slightly. Wufei breathed a sigh of relief; the tip of the iron poker had been wavering perilously close to his face.
Mueller’s voice was defensive. “It don’t matter who you are,” he retorted. “If your mark ain’t on him, he ain’t yours...”

Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He heard the sharp crackling through the air an instant before his right arm was circled by a line of liquid fire. He gasped at the unexpected pain, his arm falling for a moment uselessly numb, and took an instant to recognize its significance; left free for a moment, the other bounty hunter had pulled out his whip. Another crackle sounded as he tried to turn, face his opponent, and this time the whip caught him across the chest, sending him sprawling to the floor amidst the wreckage of the chair.
Dazed, he tried to fight through the blinding pain to get to his feet, but the lash descended mercilessly, driving all thoughts of fight from his mind. Distantly, he heard Alex, sounding furious and out of breath. The whip entangled his left arm, and then strong hands gripped him and hoisted him into the air, slamming him down on the table. He felt the wood start to buckle with the force.
“Hold’im, Mueller... just a minute...”
His hands were yanked behind him, and he felt something cold and rigid bite around his wrists. Chains! After all this? He had to concentrate on getting air back into his lungs, as the rattling of metal links filled his ears. Manacles fastened around his legs, too -- he remembered a similar setup the first time he had woken up, after Duo had run him down. But unlike Duo, these bloodhounds had no intentions of letting him go.
“ -- son of a bitch! Nearly broke my leg!” came Alex’s outraged voice. “I wanna teach this little bastard a lesson --”
“Later,” growled his partner. “First we gotta get th’ brand on him. Don’t wanta have to chase him down gain.”
A snarling agreement, and the sounds of footsteps limping away. With difficulty, Wufei refocused his eyes. Dark-haired Mueller still held him pinned unforgivingly against the wooden table, as his partner, muttering curses, hulked over the fireplace. He pulled out a long metal rod with a wooden handle, and began to scrape coals out of the firebed. Wufei tried to twist his head to see the rest of the room; the other patrons appeared to have fled. Behind the kitchen curtain, there was no sign of Bella. Damn it! They can’t just -- let them --
“All right,” Alex said hoarsely, limping back over to the table. He tightly clutched the wooden handle of the glowing iron brand. His face was twisted in vengeful glee as he instructed his partner, “Open up his shirt -- and for the luvva God hold’im still...”
Wufei twisted and bucked frantically against his bonds as Mueller shifted his grip to yank Wufei’s shirt open. It was no good, Mueller pinned him easily -- Alex bent over him with the brand --