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: Junk 3

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

With difficulty, Heero reined in his temper. He could read the signs. Duo had a bad day at work, and came home looking for a fight. It always went the same way. They would argue, Heero would turn to his laptop and work on it until Duo cooled off enough to apologize. He didn't want to fight right now. Instead, Heero turned away. Started towards his workspace, his cold sterile bubble that shut Duo out. Behind him, he heard Duo spit out a vicious curse as he realized what Heero was doing. In a moment Heero felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, and spin him around to face one mightly pissed-off Duo. "You have no right to tell me I don't care," he snarled. "All you care about is that goddamn piece of shit computer of yours..."

"Shut up," Heero snapped at him, jerking his shoulder away from Duo's hand. "If you bothered to take care of your things, instead of letting them go to rust --"

"Damn it, Heero!" Duo exploded, hands clenching into fists. "It's just junk! Why can't you understand that? There're more important things in life than expensive furniture!"

"Maybe I'd think so," Heero retorted, "if I were accustomed to living in a landfill, but some of us have higher standards!"

Duo froze, and all the blood drained out of his face as he swayed on his feet -- as though Heero had struck him. It confused and unsettled Heero; he didn't think he'd said anything all that...

The realization of his own mistake hit him a moment later. Shit. Shit! He had not just said that to the child of L2's streets -- how could he have been so stupid? Frantically, he tried to think of some way to take it back, some way to undo his mistake. "Duo, I..."


"Fuck. You," Duo whispered, so visibly filled with rage that he shook with it. Abruptly he turned, and put his fist right through the plaster behind him. "Fine. I get it. I'm not stupid, ya know. I get it now. Nothin' I do is good enough for you. Nothin' here is good enough for you. So fuck you, Heero Yuy, fuck your training, fuck your precious laptop, fuck your perfect soldier ass, fuck your ideals and high standards and --"

He took a step towards Heero; Heero backed away. Duo stopped in his tracks, and his face twisted. "What's wrong, Yuy? You don't want this filthy little gutter rat putting his dirty hands on you? You never cared if I touched you before, why start now? Unless you find yourself too clean to fuck my ass all a sudden. I guess Relena isn't so --"

"Kisama --" Heero growled around clenched teeth. His own hand twitched, as though longing for the butt of his gun. Duo saw it, but instead of frightening him, it only served to make him angrier. "Don't talk about Relena, you don't have the right --"

"Oh, I think I get it now." Duo laughed, an ugly sound. "So the princess bitch is too pure and perfect to suck you off, so you come running to the worthless little bastard who was stupid enough to fall for your high and mighty act. You don't have human emotions, why would you give a shit what happens after you screw him and leave like the fucking coward you are --"