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: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Quatre scrunched his brow in thought, then winced. “I don’t think so, Trowa,” he replied after a moment of contemplation. “I usually don’t forget a face, and I’m fairly certain I’d remember him if I’d seen him before.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Trowa sighed, then shrugged. “Who knows, maybe Heero will be able to find out more about him. He’s apparently decided to adopt this stray.”

“Really!” Quatre’s eyes brightened. “I’m glad. Heero could use the company, and the boy needs help...”

“Is there anything you can do for him?” Trowa asked gently, and he wasn’t referring only to the stranger’s physical state.

Quatre just sighed. “No. No more than I was already doing. I’m a doctor, dammit, not a lion tamer!” 2 He frowned in profound irritation; the thought that there were injuries he couldn’t heal was a blow to his pride as a healer.

“And a very good doctor,” Trowa reassured him. Quatre just glared at him for the condescending tone, but Trowa was unfazed. “Seriously, Quatre. Heero wouldn’t have brought the boy to you if he didn’t believe that you could help.”

“Hmph,” Quatre muttered sourly. “Goody for Heero.”

“That’s not the Quatre I know,” Trowa admonished mock-sternly, but his tone turned serious. “What’s bothering you?”

Quatre scowled for a moment longer, before bursting out, “How can anyone be so cruel? That boy’s been brutalized! How could any person want to do that to another person? I don’t understand it! What kind of animals are they?”

“They aren’t animals, Quatre,” Trowa said grimly, and the old, deeply-buried pain in his voice made Quatre look up at him, startled; his lover’s sea-green eyes were distant. “Animals are never that cruel. Animals don’t do these things to each other. Only men.”

Quatre shivered, and didn’t object when Trowa drew the gentle healer into a comforting embrace. “I don’t understand it,” he repeated, softly this time. “I just don’t understand.”

“I’m glad you don’t, Quatre,” Trowa murmured to him. “I hope you never do.”

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero didn’t understand it either; of course, at the moment he was having trouble enough comprehending his own actions, much less those of others. The soldier’s sensitive hearing had picked up every word of their conversation, although he hadn’t seen the need to mention that. Instead, he had listened gravely to Quatre’s list of instructions to care for the injured boy -- some of which he already knew, from the little first aid he’d absorbed as a soldier, and the rest of which was carefully noted and filed away for future reference. After the blond healer had finally run out of supplies to give him, and helpful advice to offer, Heero found himself more than a little overburdened; Trowa had helpfully offered to carry some of the supplies back to Heero’s tent. After securing the patient in Heero’s quarters, Trowa had turned to leave. Heero stopped him with a hand on his arm, and Trowa gave the soldier a questioning look as he struggled to verbalize his request.

“You were a beast handler, before you met Quatre?” he finally asked. Trowa nodded, and Heero went on. “How do I... how do I control a wild animal?”

Trowa stared at him for a long moment, his features completely unreadable, before he slowly answered. “If it were a wild animal... that had been hurt and abused by men, and I wanted to get it to trust me... then I would start slowly at first. No sudden movements, no loud noises, and no touching. I would make certain that the animal couldn’t escape, but also that it wouldn’t hurt itself trying. Most of all, I would have to be patient and gentle with the animal, but always let it know that I was in charge.” He pulled his arm away from Heero’s grasp, and walked to the tent flap. Heero watched his stiff posture, confused; the taller man was clearly not pleased about something.

“But... what?” he found himself asking; Trowa paused, halfway through the door, and looked over his shoulder. His eyes flashed with something unidentifiable.

“But, a human being is not a wild animal. Even if he acts like one.”

And with that, he left Heero alone in his quarters with the strange boy.

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero crossed his arms, and glared into the darkness beyond the illumination offered by the single candleflame. His night vision could barely pick out the tumbled mess of his bed, and the slender form lying in it, and he wondered what in the Gods’ name he was doing. There was no need to put the boy in his bed, or to worry -- for the first time in his life -- if the blankets were warm enough or soft enough. There was certainly no need to sit, long into the night, watching and waiting for the boy to awaken. No need for any of these, nor was there any reason for the strange crawling sensations in his belly when he envisioned the boy waking alone in a dark unfamiliar place, hurting and afraid...

Trowa was right, of course, and he berated himself fiercely for asking such a foolish question in the first place. Human beings weren’t animals, even if they acted like it sometimes -- he couldn’t help but think of the army scavenging the enemy camp, swarming like a horde of hungry insects -- and you couldn’t treat them like animals. If it had been an animal he claimed, out of Khushrenada’s possessions, then he could have just locked the beast in a cage or leashed it to a post --

No... no. He didn’t know what the prisoner would do when he awoke, so he had no choice but to sit up awake in the dead of night and watch him. It would be dangerous to turn his back on a potential threat. Imprudent. That was the only reason.

He’d have to remember that. It made a good excuse.

The candle burned a little lower; from the shadows, Heero Yuy heard a soft whimper. He cocked his head, listening hard into the silence; the boy was still asleep.

He settled back in his chair, and waited. Even if he didn’t know why.