Goodbye LJ...
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windandwaterThis 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!
♥
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: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:08 am (UTC)Duo managed to get to the shower first one morning, and was scarfing down waffles -- the one breakfast food he had managed to master to Heero's satisfaction -- by the time his lover emerged, dripping and scowling, from the bathroom.
"Duo," Heero said disapprovingly, "why do you always leave hairballs on the towel rack? It's disgusting."
Duo swallowed a bite of waffle and looked only vaguely contrite. "I have to, Heero," he protested. "Y'know how much hair I have. If I let it all go down the drain, it'd clog up the pipes twice a day." When Heero still looked mildly irritated, Duo added, "The only other thing t'do would be ta cut it off --"
"No!" Heero exclaimed, and Duo grinned at his immediate response. "Definitely not that." He crossed the kitchen to behind where Duo sat, and ran one hand down the damp braid. Duo's face glowed as he closed his eyes, and tilted his head back into the touch. Heero couldn't help but smile. "By all means, do whatever you need to in order to take care of it."
Duo opened his eyes and looked up at him upside-down. "Have some waffles?" he offered, still grinning.
"Arigato." Heero snagged a plate of waffles and retreated, as was his habit, to the other side of the room to open up his laptop for the day. Duo shrugged, and turned his attention back to his own breakfast.
Automatically, Heero went through the normal daily routine, checking for updates and scanning for threats or points of interest. His hands stilled on the keyboard, however, when Duo's soft voice floated across the space to him. He glanced in the reflection of the screen, and saw that Duo was intent on his food, eyes distant and unfocused as he began to hum and then to sing.
Searching for the one thing in days ahead
Living for the moment in heated now-and-then,
Don't pause just to look behind
No-one can stop us again.
The insistent beep of the computer jarred Heero out of his reverie, and Duo fell silent as he took another bite of breakfast. Heero quickly scanned the new message, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he turned back towards the table. "The others are coming to L2," he reported.
Duo looked up from the table. "Y' mea', 'ree thr' 'ive?" he mumbled around his mouthful, before swallowing hard. "What for?" he said, more distinctly.
Heero turned back, to read the message more thoroughly. "Trowa's old circus is doing a show in a nearby town, and he's inviting us to the party afterwards. Wufei is on L2 on business, and Quatre is visiting. They're staying at a hotel on this colony for the next few days, and invited us both of stop by."
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:08 am (UTC)Party. Heero considered the word. It was really much more of a Duo thing than Heero was comfortable with, but he hadn't seen the other pilots in some time. "I'd certainly like to see the others again," he remarked. "It's not that far away."
"Great!" Duo bounced to his feet, pushing the plate of waffles away from him. Heero looked at it and shook his head sadly, already knowing how the syrup would crystallize if the baka didn't rinse off the dish. But Duo was oblivious. "Where are we going?"
"Duo," Heero sighed. "It's not until Thursday."
Duo didn't let that slow him down. "I know that," he answered, dignified. "I only wanted to know where the hotel was, so I can look up how to get there..."
"There's no way I'm letting you drive," Heero said firmly. "I want to get there in one piece."
Duo hesitated, for a moment, back to Heero and hand resting on the doorframe. But when he turned back to Heero the grin was firmly on his face. "You can drive if you like, Hee-chan," he said. "Just make sure not to hit the self-destruct button while I'm in the car."
He smirked and skipped happily into the bedroom.
"Heero!" Quatre enthused, his face lighting with delight upon seeing Wing's pilot. He seemed about to fling himself on Heero for a joyful hug, but Trowa prudently took hold of Quatre's shoulder, so the smaller blond had to settle for a brilliant smile. "I honestly didn't expect you to come. I'm so glad you did!"
"Aah, I had to drag him by his hair kicking and screaming the whole way," Duo smirked, draping an arm over Heero's shoulders. Heero glared at him, not comfortable with such close contact in front of the other pilots, but Duo just turned the smirk into a grin. "Well, maybe not screaming. Heero don't scream. Kicking and scowling, anyway."
"Baka," Heero muttered under his breath, struggling to suppress his own smile.
Quatre gave them both a sharp look, as though uncertain of what the exchange signified, but all he said was, "As long as he's here, he can scowl all he likes."
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:08 am (UTC)"Shuttleport," Trowa answered succinctly. "I was just leaving when you arrived."
"You should probably go to get him now," Quatre reminded him. "Wufei wouldn't like to be left waiting."
Trowa nodded, but instead of leaving right away, he leaned down and captured Quatre's lips in a tender kiss. Heero stiffened in shock, his eyes widening. Trowa... and Quatre? Masaka! But there were not too many ways to interpret a kiss like that... Heero of all people would know...
"Oh, will you guys get a room already?" Duo was relaxed and smiling at Heero's side. Heero shot him a startled glance, as Trowa gave Quatre a tender look and left the room.
"You knew about this?" he hissed to his lover.
"You didn't?" Duo whispered back, wide-eyed.
Quatre eyed the two of them for a moment, before breaking into a smile of his own. "Maybe you two would like a room of your own?" he guessed.
Duo laughed, as Heero blushed just slightly red. "Nah, we're good. How'd you guess?" he admitted.
Quatre's smile widened at this confirmation. "Heero looks far too uncomfortable for that arm over the shoulder just to be a friendly one," he explained. Heero immediately removed Duo's arm from his shoulders and stalked to the other side, in a last-ditch attempt to regain his lost dignity. Quatre took advantage of Heero's movement to lean in, and pitched his voice a little lower.
"Besides... you looked so much happier than the last time I saw you," he said softly. "I'm glad, Duo... really, I'm glad."
"Me too, Quat," Duo said, looking fondly after his lover. "You wouldn't believe how glad."
"So how is it?" Quatre asked, his voice louder as he moved back a little.
"Q-man!" Duo feigned shocked disbelief. "I didn't think ya were the type!"
Quatre swatted him playfully. "Not that, you hentai. Or at least, not just that. Are you living together? Going on dates, or what? Honestly... how's it working out?"
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:09 am (UTC)Suddenly, Quatre stood up straighter and snapped his fingers, interrupting whatever Duo had been about to say. "That means I can give this to you now!" he exclaimed. "Thank God. Trowa and I had absolutely no idea what to do with them."
"N...nani?" Duo and Heero both stared as Quatre bounded across the room and picked up a small gray box, about the same size as a camera case. He handed it to Duo with an air of relief.
Duo looked down at the box, and back up at Quatre. "What's this, Quat?" he said as he started pulling it open.
Quatre made a face. "It's a... get-well present from Dorothy. It arrived in the mail a few months ago." He sighed. "That's one smart girl. I don't know what Trowa said that tipped her off, but..."
Duo looked in the box, and blanched. "Dorothy gave you these?" he choked.
Quatre nodded, with a sour expression. "You see that we couldn't just throw them out? She might be offended. But this way, it's a legitimate gift to a friend!"
Duo lifted the padded handcuffs and dangled them in front of his face, a look of horrified fascination on her face. "No fuckin' way, Quatre!"
"Please?" Quatre said earnestly. "Just take them away with you. That's all. If one of my staff found them..." He shuddered. "I'd never live it down."
Heero looked from Duo's face, to Quatre's. "Is there something I'm missing here?" he said uncertainly. "They're just handcuffs."
Duo and Quatre looked at each other for a moment, and then Duo dropped them back in the box. "Tell you what," he said to the blond. "I'll take them off with me if you explain it to him."
Quatre sighed. "It's a deal," he agreed.
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:09 am (UTC)Heero, unsurprisingly, was not enjoying the party. The Perfect Soldier was not a party animal under the best of circumstances, and while this intimate gathering wasn't nearly so bad as one of Relena's extravagant balls, still the fact remained that he hardly knew anyone there.
Of course, Heero thought as he glowered across the room, that didn't seem to be slowing Duo down any. Duo had been chatting and occasionally dancing all evening, and Heero felt more than a little resentful and abandoned. And now the baka was up on the table, singing karaoke.
Maybe that last wouldn't have been so bad if Duo hadn't been able to sing. But he could, and the way everyone at the party was looking at him, the way all the girls (and some of the men) were staring at his Duo, well...
Jealousy was added to the pile of burdensome feelings. He had never told Duo, how closely he listened when the baka sang in the shower, but without even realizing it he had come to think of Duo's voice as something special, for him alone. Just the fact that here he was, sharing that wonderful voice with a room full of strangers, was enough to put a scowl on Heero's face.
Wild Wing Boys... flying to freedom. Wings of legend that will carry me on
Wild Wing Boys... sky is the limit. Sun above Sea below falling away
Wild Wing Boys... watching the stars fall. Swiftly fading, too soon are gone
Wild Wing Boys... passionate feeling. Tomorrow is open for dreaming today.
Take off.
Duo finished the song and, flashing the victory sign to his audience, jumped off the table. Laughing and flirting with everyone in his path, he made his way across the room until he fetched up in front of Heero. "So what'd ya think?" he asked, half out of breath.
He made a truly mesmerizing picture, flushed and a little rumpled, eyes shining just a bit too brightly. It came to Heero that Duo had been drinking, and he looked to the side. "Hn."
"Saa..." Duo leaned on Heero's arm, leaning his head on Heero's shoulder; it was enough to almost make up for the flirting. "My voice in't that bad, is it? C'mon, Hee-chan, what's that scowl for?"
"I am not," Heero told him, "having a good time."
"Well," Duo replied, "how much've you had to drink?"
"Nothing!" Heero snapped, taken slightly aback. "I never drink."
Duo grinned. "Well, then, there's your problem!" he exclaimed. "Heero, alcohol was invented for the express purpose of making social events tolerable. I promise ya, after a few drinks you'll be up there singing your heart out." He nodded towards the table, where Quatre was singing -- not badly, but sounding distressingly feminine.
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:09 am (UTC)Heero, unsurprisingly, was not enjoying the party. The Perfect Soldier was not a party animal under the best of circumstances, and while this intimate gathering wasn't nearly so bad as one of Relena's extravagant balls, still the fact remained that he hardly knew anyone there.
Of course, Heero thought as he glowered across the room, that didn't seem to be slowing Duo down any. Duo had been chatting and occasionally dancing all evening, and Heero felt more than a little resentful and abandoned. And now the baka was up on the table, singing karaoke.
Maybe that last wouldn't have been so bad if Duo hadn't been able to sing. But he could, and the way everyone at the party was looking at him, the way all the girls (and some of the men) were staring at his Duo, well...
Jealousy was added to the pile of burdensome feelings. He had never told Duo, how closely he listened when the baka sang in the shower, but without even realizing it he had come to think of Duo's voice as something special, for him alone. Just the fact that here he was, sharing that wonderful voice with a room full of strangers, was enough to put a scowl on Heero's face.
Wild Wing Boys... flying to freedom. Wings of legend that will carry me on
Wild Wing Boys... sky is the limit. Sun above Sea below falling away
Wild Wing Boys... watching the stars fall. Swiftly fading, too soon are gone
Wild Wing Boys... passionate feeling. Tomorrow is open for dreaming today.
Take off.
Duo finished the song and, flashing the victory sign to his audience, jumped off the table. Laughing and flirting with everyone in his path, he made his way across the room until he fetched up in front of Heero. "So what'd ya think?" he asked, half out of breath.
He made a truly mesmerizing picture, flushed and a little rumpled, eyes shining just a bit too brightly. It came to Heero that Duo had been drinking, and he looked to the side. "Hn."
"Saa..." Duo leaned on Heero's arm, leaning his head on Heero's shoulder; it was enough to almost make up for the flirting. "My voice in't that bad, is it? C'mon, Hee-chan, what's that scowl for?"
"I am not," Heero told him, "having a good time."
"Well," Duo replied, "how much've you had to drink?"
"Nothing!" Heero snapped, taken slightly aback. "I never drink."
Duo grinned. "Well, then, there's your problem!" he exclaimed. "Heero, alcohol was invented for the express purpose of making social events tolerable. I promise ya, after a few drinks you'll be up there singing your heart out." He nodded towards the table, where Quatre was singing -- not badly, but sounding distressingly feminine.
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:09 am (UTC)"I don't feel any happier," Heero groused. Duo gave his shoulder a playful smack.
"Have some patience, baka! It takes a few minutes for the buzz to hit." Someone calling his name tore his attention away, and Duo's face split into an absolutely evil smile. "Oi, Heero, I'll be right back. Quatre's tryin' ta get Trowa to sing. This, I gotta see..."
Quatre: Come on, Trowa!
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Quatre: Pleeeeease?
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Duo: C'mon, Tro-chan! I sang, Quat sang, now it's your turn!
Trowa: [headshake]
Quatre: [BIG PLEADING EYES]
Trowa: ...
Duo: Wow, he's a tough nut to crack. He won't even speak!
Trowa: [pulls out notepad and scribbles] Recent throat surgery. Had an Adam's Apple installed. Can't talk for two weeks.
Quatre: Trowa! That does it, you're not getting any nookie tonight!
Trowa: [scribbles] Not supposed to do that for two weeks either.
Duo: ...ite.
The drink had, in fact, helped. In fact, it made Heero feel so much better about the party, that he went and got another. And another. By the fourth one, he had actually relaxed enough to talk to some of the girls who approached him. She was nice enough to bring him another glass. After that, he got involved in a deep philosophical discussion with the circus manner about the moral code of gypsies. He vaguely remembered listening to Wufei sing... surprisingly well... and...
Re: Junk 2
Date: 2006-02-22 08:09 am (UTC)"I don't feel any happier," Heero groused. Duo gave his shoulder a playful smack.
"Have some patience, baka! It takes a few minutes for the buzz to hit." Someone calling his name tore his attention away, and Duo's face split into an absolutely evil smile. "Oi, Heero, I'll be right back. Quatre's tryin' ta get Trowa to sing. This, I gotta see..."
Quatre: Come on, Trowa!
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Quatre: Pleeeeease?
Trowa [headshake]: ...
Duo: C'mon, Tro-chan! I sang, Quat sang, now it's your turn!
Trowa: [headshake]
Quatre: [BIG PLEADING EYES]
Trowa: ...
Duo: Wow, he's a tough nut to crack. He won't even speak!
Trowa: [pulls out notepad and scribbles] Recent throat surgery. Had an Adam's Apple installed. Can't talk for two weeks.
Quatre: Trowa! That does it, you're not getting any nookie tonight!
Trowa: [scribbles] Not supposed to do that for two weeks either.
Duo: ...ite.
The drink had, in fact, helped. In fact, it made Heero feel so much better about the party, that he went and got another. And another. By the fourth one, he had actually relaxed enough to talk to some of the girls who approached him. She was nice enough to bring him another glass. After that, he got involved in a deep philosophical discussion with the circus manner about the moral code of gypsies. He vaguely remembered listening to Wufei sing... surprisingly well... and...