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 5

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

"I remember Heero. He came..." Duo trailed off; he looked up to meet my eyes for a minute, but quickly lowered them to study his hands instead. "Iie. Chigau. He didn't come." His voice had dropped to a near-whisper. "I guess it was just a dream."

For a long moment he stayed silent; a loose thread on the couch caught his eyes, and he concentrated entirely on picking it apart. I was glued in place, hardly daring to breathe, and nearly jumped out of my skin when he picked up the narrative again. "It was after that that things got really messed up. I think... I guess... that's when I... but I don't really remember... dying. There was just this weird feeling of... shimatta, I don't know how to say it. It's like in dreams, when you understand them perfectly when you're asleep, but then when you wake up you realize that waking language doesn't have proper words for everything. I do remember that sometimes, I thought I was back at Maxwell Church, and Sister Helen would tell me I'd had a nightmare. Or sometimes I thought I was in one of the safehouses on Earth, or back in my room at the base. And someone... one of you guys would be there, and tell me that I'd been injured and was having hallucinations. But most of the time, it wasn't -- I didn't --" His hands abandoned the thread and wrapped around his own torso, and I realized with a start that he was shaking.

"I don't really want to talk about it," he said abruptly. "It wasn't very pleasant. The one thing I do remember clearly -- I'd say it was towards the end, but like I said, I really didn't have any real sense of time any more. I heard Heero's voice. Or, well, not exactly heard it, but I could... I guess I could say I felt him calling to me. That was all for a while, but his voice just kept getting louder and louder and I felt something pulling at me, sucking me down. And then there was this weird flash, and bang -- I was standing in this white room, one severely underfurnished cabin, and for the first time in God only knows how long I could think straight again.

"I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when, trying to figure out what the hell had happened, I chanced to cross in front of a mirror. And who should I see but my old partner Heero, staring out of the glass at me with my eyes. Nobody else in the reflection -- moved when I moved -- God, that was freaky. I got a little hysterical, and blacked out.

"Ever since then, every time I wake up it's been in here. At first, it was only for a few minutes, but every time I woke up I stayed myself for longer and longer. Not all this stuff was in here, mind you -- that came in bits and pieces. I'd write notes and leave them around, and I guess Heero read them, because he would do what I asked. Most of the time, anyway. He'd always do the thing with the handcuffs, which is annoying as hell. He never would tell me anything that was going on in the war, either, except for one time when he left his laptop on in here. I think that one time was an accident though, because he certainly --" a very unpleasant expression crossed his face, and I felt a sudden flash of searing heat through my Spaceheart. Before I could identify it, though, he went on talking. " -- certainly never made that mistake again. Of the twenty-six times I have attempted to take apart these handcuffs, I've only managed it four times -- he keeps changing the codes -- and on none of those occasions have I been able to get through the lock on the door. So. Now you know what's been happening in my freaky little slice of the afterlife. What about you?" When I opened my mouth to disagree with him, he cut me off with a beseeching look. "Come on, Catch. You're the first outside word I've had in months. Like I told Heero, it's driving me cra~azy!"