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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Comments

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

The prisoner threw his head back with a gasp, wild-staring eyes darting around the area before settling on Heero. The animal terror filled them still, but now there was something more -- something different in the close attention he paid to the soldier. Unlike the first time, he didn’t even react when Heero closed the distance again -- at least, not until Heero spread the stained, ratty blanket and began to wrap the boy in it. At the touch of the fabric the prisoner suddenly startled, and the half-subdued terror and rage flared back into life. He made a noise that was half-snarl, half-scream, and lashed out at Heero, with only his bare hands but the fury of a cornered beast.

Heero didn’t even flinch as one of the boy’s hands slammed into his temple; it would take a lot more than that to damage him, but he dropped the blanket and grabbed the boy’s wrists, in attempt to hold down his flailing limbs. A guttural sound wrung from the prisoner’s abused throat as he found his arms pinned, and his head snapped forward to bury his teeth in Heero’s wrist.

This time, Heero did wince, but it was not so much from pain as from the unhappy realization that there was no way he could get the strange boy to the healer’s quarters if he was going to be this unmanageable. The only way Heero could see to do it would be to knock him unconscious, and that was difficult to do without causing some damage -- and the one thing Heero did not want to do was to hurt the captive any more than he already was.

Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any way of convincing him of that, and Heero let out an displeased “Hn” as he transferred the boy’s wrists to a one-handed grip, freeing his other hand to stretch over the exposed area of the back of the captive’s neck, searching for one of the particular nerve junctures that Wufei had taught him. He found it, and after a moment of carefully applied pressure the body in his arms stiffened, and then slumped bonelessly. Heero carefully extracted his other arm from the boy’s bite, and shook it out as he recalled what the insolent captain had said about rabies. He gave a silent sigh and turned his attention back to the task at hand, namely, securing the now-unconscious boy for transport in the blanket. When he stood, the bundle in his arms wasn’t as awkward as he’d feared; Heero was stronger than any normal human, and even if the other boy was Heero’s age, he was frighteningly light in Heero’s arms.