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: Break

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

I have

Already waited

Too long



And all my

Hope is

Gone.





Duo was jarred out of his stupor by an explosion. He lifted his head from its cradle on his arms, scrubbing his hand against his face as if in a futile effort to clear away some of the fog. Revelations dropped into his consciousness one by one.

Explosion.

Someone breaking in.

Heero?

This is it!

Re: Break

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Hope surged through Duo's veins, and he pushed himself to a sitting position on hands that were trembling from long-delayed anticipation. He wasn't quite able to make his feet on the first try, but as he concentrated he could hear the sounds of panic beyond the impenetrable cell door. There was a second explosion, and then a third, increasingly muffled; the shrill wailing of a distant alarm nearly covered the sound of rushing footsteps in the corridor outside. Urgent voices sounded, too distant for Duo to make out any words, but the general cacophony seemed to be headed away from the detention area instead of towards it.

For several endless minutes, an increasingly dry-mouthed Duo entertained visions that perhaps this was just an unrelated base raid, and he was going to be overlooked. His pulse hammered in his ears, as Duo clenched his hands into fists and prayed. Then; a soft sound, out in the corridor. A male voice, raised in anger or alarm, and then the heart-shattering sound of a gunshot -- a couple moments of quiet scrabbling, and the door swung open to a vision Duo Maxwell hadn't been sure he would ever live to see. Heero Yuy stood in the doorway, gun in his hand still trained upon the motionless form of the guard. He raised his gaze into the cell, and his burning blue eyes locked with Duo's.

For what seemed an eternity, although realistically it could only have been a couple of seconds, Duo simply drank in the sight of his lover. He saw the relief and concern chase across Heero's face before the soldier hid them once again behind an emotionless mask -- and then Wing's pilot nodded in satisfaction, temporarily holstered his gun, and in the blink of an eye closed the distance between the two. Duo exhaled a long, shaky breath and closed his eyes in sheer relief as his trembling hands sought and made contact with Heero's own, warm and steady and reassuring. "You came for me," he said softly, his voice filled with wonder and love.

"Of course I did," Heero replied in a matter-of-fact tone. His hands closed around Duo's shoulders as he helped the other pilot to stand, and began a body check. His blue eyes flashed with murderous rage as he discovered the full extent of Duo's injuries, but he kept his grip strong and supportive as he pulled Duo into a brief embrace. "Can you walk?" he asked pragmatically as he pulled away.

"Yeah..." Duo leaned on Heero and attempted a step. His legs buckled out from under him as a fresh lance of agony stabbed through his side, and he bit his lip against the pain as he stumbled and clutched at Heero's arms. "Well, sorta," he admitted.

"Take it easy," Heero cautioned, a hint of worry leaking out through his emotionless facade. "I don't want to have to carry you." His gentleness belied the harsh words as he pulled Duo's arm over his shoulder and arranged his own arm around Duo's waist.

Re: Break

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"I don't want you to have to carry me either," Duo agreed as, with Heero's assistance, he limped across the cell. A surge of elation swept through him, and Duo couldn't suppress a face-cracking grin as he realized that he was a free man. His trust was vindicated, his faith redeemed, and -- best of all -- pretty soon, he could get something decent to eat for the first time in nearly a month.

As they passed into the corridor and his eye fell on the guard's body, a spasm of fury and remembered pain flashed across Duo's face, and he worked his mouth enough to spit on the dead man as he hobbled past. The cold blue eyes shifted from the guard to the pain evident in Duo's posture, and a tiny smile of satisfaction tugged at his mouth for a moment. He tightened his grip on Duo almost automatically, but a soft gasp from the wounded pilot led him to loosen his hold and pat Duo on the shoulder reassuringly. "Sorry," he muttered.

"That's all right," Duo replied, suppressing a wince, and it really was. Pain he was accustomed to, but Heero's embrace was worth anything. "I missed you."

Only silence was his answer as Heero suddenly halted and stiffened in a listening position, then in a flash flattened himself and Duo into a shadowy niche in the wall. Duo held his breath as a quartet of Oz soldiers rushed past, pressing his back into the corner. Heero peered out around the corner, and relaxed, but made no move to continue on. He turned his attention back to his braided lover. "The shuttle is stashed in a drydock on the north side of this complex. All the base personnel should be busy elsewhere for right now; can you make it?"

"Can't kill Shinigami, can you? I'll be fine," Duo assured him airily, his old self-confidence beginning to return. "Small thanks to you," he muttered sourly as he envisioned the nightmare prospect of running for safety or, God forbid, fighting.

"Serves you right for getting caught in the first place, baka," Heero snapped.

"What did you just call me?" Duo demanded, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his hurt at Heero's hostile tone.

Cold blue eyes fixed on him, pinning Duo against the wall. "Baka. Idiot. Fool. Moron." Almost of its own accord, one hand rose and stroked the bone-deep bruises on Duo's cheek with a feather-light touch. "Beloved..."

Duo's own eyes widened, and his hand came up to cover Heero's on his face. "Wh... what..." he stuttered.

Heero's eyes slid closed, and his fingers closed around Duo's hand as he bowed his head. "When I lost you," he breathed, "it was like all the heat went out of the world. Everything was so dry and sharp and far away, and I hurt so much inside and it just goes on and on and on. I miss you. I need you. I love you and you went away, Duo. How could you do that to me?"

Re: Break

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"I'm sorry," Duo whispered, an automatic response to the pain in front of him, even as his mind was still working through the implications of Heero's speech. "You... you love me?"

"Hai," Heero said quietly, and when he looked up again there was a suspicious brightness in his eyes. "Ai shite'ru, Duo. I love you -- I need you." Without releasing Duo's fingers, his other hand reached up and hovered over Duo's battered face, not quite daring to touch. "So don't die, okay? Don't leave me."

"I won't," Duo promised, and felt matching tears beginning to threaten in his own eyes, although they were countered by the smile that he couldn't keep off his face. He leaned forward slightly into the Wing pilot's touch; he needed the physical contact, regardless of how his injuries protested. " 'I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not.' "

They floated like that, for a timeless moment, before a dull roaring blast and the slight juddering of the walls and floor around them brought them back to reality. "We have to go now," Heero said, and the soldier mask was back in place. He lowered his hand from Duo's face, and redrew his gun. He shifted his grip from Duo's hand farther up his arm, prepared to lend his aid and support, and looked fully into Duo's face. "Will you be all right?" he asked, and there was a universe's worth of meaning in that question.

"Yes." He closed his arms around the vision of comfort and love that was his partner, and knew that everything would be all right now. "Take me home."

He smiled.



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Re: Break

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

When tyrants tremble in their fear

and hear their death knell ringing,



"What the hell has he got to smile about?" the Oz guard snarled, jerking his head towards the heavy steel door. "We've had him locked up now for almost a fucking month, and we've been working him over nearly every fucking day. He should be broken; he should be begging for his goddamned life, but we haven't gotten a single worthwhile thing out of him! What the fuck is he smiling at?"

His younger companion only shrugged, feeling the other's frustration and rage without fully comprehending it. The older man seemed to take everything the prisoner did as a personal offense, especially when it was out of the ordinary, like now.



when friends rejoice both far and near

how can I keep from singing?



Behind the two men, in the chill confines of the maximum security detention cell, a boy of no more than sixteen hunched into a ball in the corner between the unyielding wall and the floor, rocking slightly back and forth. His bones pressed sharply against flesh covered in a patchwork of bruises and cuts. His skin was flushed by the same fever that filled his eyes with a mad glitter. Those wide-staring eyes were fixed on the blinding overhead lights, the pupils distended almost to the point where the blue-violet irises were hardly visible. A once-proud mass of waist-length braid was matted and tangled beyond repair, tumbling over his gaunt shoulders and pooling against his knees where they were drawn tightly to his chest.

A brilliant smile was fixed on his face as he hummed to himself, pausing occasionally to mutter nonsense words in response to some voice that only he could hear. Violent, uncontrollable tremors wracked his frame as he rocked, turning his head slightly as if to track someone's progress, and he smiled.



In prison cell and dungeon vile

our thoughts to them are winging;



After a long time, the rhythmic swaying motion slowed, and stopped.



when friends by shame are undefiled

how can I keep from singing?



Gently, almost imperceptibly, the tremors eased into stillness.



No storm can shake my inmost calm,

while to that rock I'm clinging.



Slowly, the glitter faded from those violet eyes.



Since love is lord of heaven and earth

how can I keep from singing?