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 4

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The echoes of that final judgment rolled around the silent room again and again, fading with each repetition until they melded with the precise sound of booted footsteps as Heero turned his back and walked away. I was the first to break out of the paralysis that gripped the room; when I moved, my vision suddenly grayed out as though I had stood too quickly. I stumbled, and felt Trowa's supportive presence at my elbow as I clutched at my head. There was just too much going on, too much that I didn't understand about what I had just seen. I shook my head to clear the dizziness as I hurried after Heero's retreating form, the other two pilots closing ranks behind me.

We caught up to him before he'd gotten very far. Heero was leaning against the wall; his head rested on his upraised arm pressed against the cold chrome. His eyes were closed, and for the first time I could see lines on his face, worn marks of stress and exhaustion. The bruise along his jaw stood out in sharp contrast to his pale skin, and faint red-brown streaks marked the places of too many tiny cuts, too small to be attended to, each one leaving a scar.

I stopped dead in my tracks, Trowa and Wufei still slightly behind me. As the sound of our approach, Heero's eyes flickered open. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his head to meet my stare, and suddenly the marks on his face, on his body were less than inconsequential. The answers I wanted were in that shadowed gaze, shuttered tight and hidden deeply until not a hint of his soul showed in his eyes. He just stared at me, and I stared back, sure that my own eyes were huge with shock and concern, demanding answers as effectively as putting up a billboard would be. I knew that now, just for this near-unguarded moment, there was no point in shuffling around the question. Now, just now; there was never any better chance that he would hear me than now. I searched within myself for the right words, for something that would mean something to him any more -- for a way to make him understand. It was the same art I had been perfecting on Earth for the last six months, and I drew upon all that experience to guide me now.

The words came.

"Do the lives of innocents mean nothing to you in this war any more, Heero?"

He held his silence for a moment more, before answering. "Now that the man is dead, OZ cannot use his family for leverage against him any more. They have no reason to harm them now." He actually shrugged. "The only way to fully ensure their safety would have been to let him fulfill his mission. Did you want to die, Quatre Raberba Winner?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "I have too much to live for now." My gaze flickered to Trowa for a moment, then back to remain steadily on Heero. The other two stayed silent; anything they could have done to reach Heero, they had tried months ago. "But what about you, Heero? Do you want to die?"