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: Torn 2

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"Possibly he burned them when Duo died," Trowa suggested absently, but Wufei straightened up, his own eyes narrowed.

"For that matter," he murmured, "what became of that box I saw through the camera? I badly want to know what was in it." He abandoned Trowa to begin his own search of the room, much more efficient then mine. I felt vaguely upstaged, and there was a strange feeling in my chest that drove me restlessly to pace.

I found myself stopped in front of his closet, holding the door open. It had suffered the same whitewash treatment as the rest of the room, but a quick glance was enough to assure me that he didn't use it. I was going to move away, but felt an odd tugging in my chest, drawing me into the blank space.

Behind me, Trowa sighed and pushed his chair back. "Either there's nothing here, or he's hidden it so deeply I can't find it," he proclaimed. "It's all mission data, every bit of it. I'm beginning to think this was a waste of time."

Wufei agreed with him, but the strange feeling just wouldn't leave me alone as I ran my hands over the closet back. I don't know why; there wasn't anything there, and I was startled out of my wits when there was a sudden, hollow click and the back panel of the closet slid away. I jerked my hands back, startled, as the outline of a door resolved itself, and backed up a step before stumbling into a warm body behind me. Twisting my head around, I saw Wufei and Trowa intently staring over my shoulder; Wufei shoved me slightly to one side so that he could wriggle into the closet with me as he ran his hands over the door.

"I take it you didn't know about this?" I muttered to Trowa as I backed out of the closet to give Wufei better access. He just shook his head, his green eyes intent on the hidden doorway as Wufei located its release catch and it slid open with a hiss and a hydraulic-sounding clank. Seriously heavy security, then, I thought; undoubtedly soundproof, blast-proof... I bet the rest of this wall is too. But if there's something in there he wanted to protect so much, why didn't he lock the door? As if there wasn't enough security on the hallway door... Then Wufei stepped into the hidden room, and I followed, and the puzzle over locks was shunted to a much lower priority on my list of questions.

The room beyond was warm. That was the first thing I noticed; really warm, even more so than the briefing room and Trowa's quarters. The outer chamber had been as cold as the rest of the station, if not more so, but in here it had to be at least thirty degrees. It was dark, and I groped along the inside wall for the panel to bring up the lights, and gasped at what the soft rosy illumination revealed. In this tiny space -- almost as large as the outer cabin, but everything crowded into it made it seem a lot smaller, or at least cozier -- was every bit of color and softness that was lacking elsewhere in the station. The walls were painted a soft violet, what I could see of them -- most of the space was taken up with pictures or posters. Half of one wall was taken up by a bookshelf, and wedged in the corner was -- yes, that was definitely a telescreen. It looked... it looked like a college student's dorm room, not a secret passageway surrounded by blastproof steel in the heart of a military base. There was a folded-out couchbed taking up much of the floorspace, and pillows and blankets strewn everywhere else. How Heero had gotten the bed in through that tiny doorway was beyond me. How he had gotten any of these things here without anyone noticing boggled the mind. And as for why --

Re: Torn 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Trowa eased past me into the room, and I realized I'd been standing and staring for almost thirty seconds, entranced by the vision of comfort and domesticity that had unexpectedly appeared before me. Muttering a quick apology, I stepped forward into the room, careful not to trip on the scattered cushions as I began to search. I didn't know exactly what it was I was looking for, but at least there was something in this room worth looking at. I went over to the bookshelf, and scanned along the rows. Most of the titles I didn't recognize, but enough of them were fantasy or adventure to assure me that they had never come from Heero Straightedge Yuy's collection of training manuals and historical novels. A flash of color caught my eye, and -- I checked -- a neat stack of well-worn manga was hiding on the bookshelf. "These are all Duo's things," I murmured, straightening up and scanning the posters on the walls. Now that I knew what to look for, I recognized some of them as Duo's taste in music, or art (if you could call it music and art; I certainly didn't.) "What is this place -- some sort of shrine to Duo's memory?"

"Heero," Wufei said from the other side of the room, "is not a religious man, but his heritage is Shinto. If he were to build a memory shrine, he would do it properly, of that I have no -- ah?" This last was said to himself, as he opened a cabinet and pulled down a cardboard box from it. His black eyes narrowed as he inspected the contents, and he said, "Quatre, I think you'd better come have a look at this..."

"What is it?" I crossed the room to his side as quickly as I could without tripping, and a single glance into the box was enough to destroy the illusion of normalcy that the room's other furnishings had created. The box was a jumbled mass of metal; manacles, locks, and chains, all completely functional. On top of the mess was a pair of handcuffs; I felt my face flush slightly as I lifted them from the box and realized that they were padded. "I hadn't known that Heero and Duo were into that sort of thing..."

"They weren't!" Wufei snapped, turning the handcuffs over. "Look at this -- code-locks. Expensive, advanced, and practically unhackable -- and all of these restraints are made of gundanium alloy! These things are completely functional, virtually indestructible, and definitely not meant to be toys." He placed the cuffs back into the box, and searched along the wall for something; his hand stopped on a heavy metal bar that melded into the wall. He shook his head, and dropped his hand away from it.

Trowa joined us in inspecting our find. "I had wondered why the way in here was unsecured," he said, echoing my earlier sentiment. "I was wrong. This room does lock -- from the inside. Another code-lock."

I shook my head in bafflement. "Why? It doesn't make sense. If you really want to keep someone prisoner, then there's a fully functional brig with much better security. And this place is... nicer than anywhere else on the station, that's for certain. It's..." I struggled for words a moment, then shrugged helplessly. "It's warm."

Trowa nodded. "I wonder why the environmentals..." but I interrupted him.

"That wasn't what I meant. I meant it feels... warm." I lifted one hand to my chest. "In here."

"Your Spaceheart?" Trowa's eyes lit with understanding.

Re: Torn 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Trowa eased past me into the room, and I realized I'd been standing and staring for almost thirty seconds, entranced by the vision of comfort and domesticity that had unexpectedly appeared before me. Muttering a quick apology, I stepped forward into the room, careful not to trip on the scattered cushions as I began to search. I didn't know exactly what it was I was looking for, but at least there was something in this room worth looking at. I went over to the bookshelf, and scanned along the rows. Most of the titles I didn't recognize, but enough of them were fantasy or adventure to assure me that they had never come from Heero Straightedge Yuy's collection of training manuals and historical novels. A flash of color caught my eye, and -- I checked -- a neat stack of well-worn manga was hiding on the bookshelf. "These are all Duo's things," I murmured, straightening up and scanning the posters on the walls. Now that I knew what to look for, I recognized some of them as Duo's taste in music, or art (if you could call it music and art; I certainly didn't.) "What is this place -- some sort of shrine to Duo's memory?"

"Heero," Wufei said from the other side of the room, "is not a religious man, but his heritage is Shinto. If he were to build a memory shrine, he would do it properly, of that I have no -- ah?" This last was said to himself, as he opened a cabinet and pulled down a cardboard box from it. His black eyes narrowed as he inspected the contents, and he said, "Quatre, I think you'd better come have a look at this..."

"What is it?" I crossed the room to his side as quickly as I could without tripping, and a single glance into the box was enough to destroy the illusion of normalcy that the room's other furnishings had created. The box was a jumbled mass of metal; manacles, locks, and chains, all completely functional. On top of the mess was a pair of handcuffs; I felt my face flush slightly as I lifted them from the box and realized that they were padded. "I hadn't known that Heero and Duo were into that sort of thing..."

"They weren't!" Wufei snapped, turning the handcuffs over. "Look at this -- code-locks. Expensive, advanced, and practically unhackable -- and all of these restraints are made of gundanium alloy! These things are completely functional, virtually indestructible, and definitely not meant to be toys." He placed the cuffs back into the box, and searched along the wall for something; his hand stopped on a heavy metal bar that melded into the wall. He shook his head, and dropped his hand away from it.

Trowa joined us in inspecting our find. "I had wondered why the way in here was unsecured," he said, echoing my earlier sentiment. "I was wrong. This room does lock -- from the inside. Another code-lock."

I shook my head in bafflement. "Why? It doesn't make sense. If you really want to keep someone prisoner, then there's a fully functional brig with much better security. And this place is... nicer than anywhere else on the station, that's for certain. It's..." I struggled for words a moment, then shrugged helplessly. "It's warm."

Trowa nodded. "I wonder why the environmentals..." but I interrupted him.

"That wasn't what I meant. I meant it feels... warm." I lifted one hand to my chest. "In here."

"Your Spaceheart?" Trowa's eyes lit with understanding.

Re: Torn 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Wufei's own eyes were narrowed in thought. "It was your Spaceheart that led you to this room, wasn't it?" he asked, and I nodded. "Is it telling you anything else right now?"

That question threw me for a moment. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "Wait a moment. Let me..." I trailed off, and closed my eyes, concentrating. The other two waited, in tense silence; I could almost feel them exchanging worried glances as I carefully extended my senses, reveling in the unaccustomed warmth and comfort that filled the room. Trowa was near me, and Wufei, as well, and the faint, underlying presence of a third... a third...

Something was very wrong with that third presence. I opened my eyes, but didn't really see with them, only using my vision to avoid obstacles as I followed my inner sight to the source of the uneasiness. There was something, something about that room... despite all the warmth, there was an object there that radiated an unearthly chill, one which I had seen only one place before.

Inside Heero. Deeper than his loss, lurking behind his pain, something which I had barely gotten a glimpse of before I was forced to cut off the contact. Here... the center of his... madness...

My vision cleared, and I found myself crouched on the floor, a small wooden box in front of me. I didn't remember searching for it, or finding it, or removing it from its hiding place. I shook my head to clear it, looking up to meet the worried gazes of my friend and my lover.

"Here." My voice sounded very far away, and I had to clear my throat before it came out more normal. "This is..."

"That's the box I saw in the camera," Wufei said quietly, and it surprised no-one.

I reached out to open the lid, but hesitated. "Trowa," I said uneasily, not really sure what I was asking for; reassurance, or help. He only nodded, and pulled the innocent-looking box towards him, and flipped open the lid.

I couldn't immediately see its contents, but I felt a stab of pain through my chest; my spaceheart sang with pain, and I gasped, "What? What is it..."

He looked up at me, eyes dull and unreadable, and turned the box for us to view.

"Oh, Allah, no..." I heard myself whisper. Of their own volition, my shaking hands reached out into the box, and closed around the soft, silken mass of chestnut hair. Golden light glinted off one end, and the detached part of my mind identified a small, plain cross on a chain that wound one end of the braid shut.

Wufei had told me that he could find no words to describe Heero's soul when he had looked into that box, but as I let Duo's braid slip through my shaking fingers, I could see it perfectly in my mind. "Heero..."

Re: Torn 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Wufei's own eyes were narrowed in thought. "It was your Spaceheart that led you to this room, wasn't it?" he asked, and I nodded. "Is it telling you anything else right now?"

That question threw me for a moment. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "Wait a moment. Let me..." I trailed off, and closed my eyes, concentrating. The other two waited, in tense silence; I could almost feel them exchanging worried glances as I carefully extended my senses, reveling in the unaccustomed warmth and comfort that filled the room. Trowa was near me, and Wufei, as well, and the faint, underlying presence of a third... a third...

Something was very wrong with that third presence. I opened my eyes, but didn't really see with them, only using my vision to avoid obstacles as I followed my inner sight to the source of the uneasiness. There was something, something about that room... despite all the warmth, there was an object there that radiated an unearthly chill, one which I had seen only one place before.

Inside Heero. Deeper than his loss, lurking behind his pain, something which I had barely gotten a glimpse of before I was forced to cut off the contact. Here... the center of his... madness...

My vision cleared, and I found myself crouched on the floor, a small wooden box in front of me. I didn't remember searching for it, or finding it, or removing it from its hiding place. I shook my head to clear it, looking up to meet the worried gazes of my friend and my lover.

"Here." My voice sounded very far away, and I had to clear my throat before it came out more normal. "This is..."

"That's the box I saw in the camera," Wufei said quietly, and it surprised no-one.

I reached out to open the lid, but hesitated. "Trowa," I said uneasily, not really sure what I was asking for; reassurance, or help. He only nodded, and pulled the innocent-looking box towards him, and flipped open the lid.

I couldn't immediately see its contents, but I felt a stab of pain through my chest; my spaceheart sang with pain, and I gasped, "What? What is it..."

He looked up at me, eyes dull and unreadable, and turned the box for us to view.

"Oh, Allah, no..." I heard myself whisper. Of their own volition, my shaking hands reached out into the box, and closed around the soft, silken mass of chestnut hair. Golden light glinted off one end, and the detached part of my mind identified a small, plain cross on a chain that wound one end of the braid shut.

Wufei had told me that he could find no words to describe Heero's soul when he had looked into that box, but as I let Duo's braid slip through my shaking fingers, I could see it perfectly in my mind. "Heero..."