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]

Duo heard his own voice as if from a distance -- no -- from a memory? He’d only heard himself speak in that tone once. “Don’t know... he wore a mask, gloves...” Two years ago. “Silver mask... couldn’t see his face...” Not again -- please -- not again...

Wufei snarled, oblivious to the tumult in Duo’s mind. “Did he have a seal? Anywhere among his clothing?” He loomed over Duo, now, silhouetted against the lamplight. “Tell me! A lion and a snake, on a field of spades?”

Why were they asking him so many questions? He didn’t know. He’d already told them he didn’t know. Why wouldn’t they believe him? Why didn’t they... stop... “I didn’t... look,” he gasped, sweat trickling down his trembling arms. “I don’t remember, I don’t remember...”

Wufei lost his temper completely. His hands slammed down on the sides of Duo’s chair, leaning over the smaller boy. “That’s not good enough, damn it! Answer me!”

Duo snapped. His tenuous hold on the present, on reality, gave way entirely, leaving him alone and terrified in the past. “I don’t know who they are!” he shrieked, bringing his hands up to shield his face. “If I knew I would tell you, I’ll tell you everything, I’ll tell you whatever you want, just stop it -- please -- no more!”

Shocked, Wufei reeled backwards, but Duo’s eyes no longer saw him. He screamed, and pleaded with unseen assailants, in tones of such agony that left Wufei stunned. “Yuy!” he gasped, but Heero had already leapt from his chair and reached Duo’s side in an instant. Heero grabbed Duo’s shoulders and shook them, hoping to bring the boy out of it, but Duo cringed from his touch and fought his grip until the chair toppled and spilled him to the floor, where he lay, inhaling in deep gasps and exhaling in tormented whimpers. Wufei stared at him, stupefied. “What in the seven hells happened to him, Yuy?” he demanded shakily.

Heero’s eyes narrowed to slits of rage. “If it wasn’t perfectly obvious, Chang, you’ve managed to push him into a torture flashback!” he snarled. “Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“What?” His eyes went back to the shaking, broken figure on the floor, and a sick sense of guilt began to mingle with the shock. “But I didn’t -- I had no idea he was--”

“Where in hell did you think those scars came from? Dancing through the roses?” Heero shook his head in disgust, and quickly scooped Duo up into his arms. “I’ve got to get him calmed down, before he hurts himself -- but be assured, Chang, we will be discussing this later!” With that threat, he strode from the tent, Duo cradled protectively in his arms, sparing not another glance for his commander.