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]

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His eyes were open, but they stared blankly at the ceiling; not truly asleep, but wrapped in nightmare, unable to distinguish the outside world from the world of his memories. Heero knelt on the bed above him shaking his shoulders in a desperate attempt to break him out of the half-waking he was in. “Duo!” he yelled, but his voice had no effect, no more than the shaking. “Duo, wake up!”

Devils take me, how could I have been so stupid? He told me he didn’t want to sleep, but I left him alone to run off and talk with Wufei! I should have known he would have a nightmare -- but I’ve never seen a nightmare like this -- Out of options, he slapped Duo across the face. The longhaired boy’s head snapped to one side, but rolled back limply with no effect. Oh Gods -- oh Gods -- he’s barely breathing! Heero’s mind shrieked at him. His lips are nearly blue! What’s happening to him?

Instead of breathing in a normal, steady rhythm, Duo’s lungs were convulsing uncontrolled, the muscles pulling uselessly against each other and bringing no air into his chest at all. It was almost as though his lungs were paralyzed, twitching with no more effect than your arms or legs in the grip of a dream. He’s not getting enough air, Heero thought in a panic as he shook the boy once more. “Damn it, Duo, snap out of it!” I need a doctor, someone who knows what to do -- but I can’t leave him, not even long enough to get Quatre! If this keeps up much longer, he’ll die...

The thought filled him with such a bleak coldness that it drove out every other consideration. He couldn’t live without Duo again, he couldn’t let Duo die! “Wake up, Duo, wake up... don’t leave me... please wake up...”

His own limbs shaking nearly as badly as Duo’s, Heero did the only thing he could think of. Taking Duo’s face in his hands, trying not to see the gray-blue pallor of the skin, Heero gently pulled Duo’s cold lips apart and covered them with his own.

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Duo hung trapped, suspended between dream and waking. All he saw was darkness, the smothering, suffocating darkness that pinned his limbs and stifled his chest. He choked on it, gasping for air, but none came. Drowning, he was drowning, and this time they were going to hold his head under until his blood burst from lack of air...

Sound filtered through the darkness, the sound of a voice, but it spoke only gibberish to him. He was seized by panic, prompting him to struggle, but his muscles seemed weak as water. I can’t -- I can’t breathe! was the only thought that filled his mind, over and over again.

He barely registered the weight that settled over his body, the touch on his face and lips, until something warm and wet pushed into his mouth. The sensation triggered other memories, memories of agony and shame and blood; he fought against the intrusion hopelessly -- feebly --

And then, there was air. Sweet, sweet air moved in his lungs, filling his chest in a rush and gently drawing out the poison. Another breath followed the first, and another, none of them his own doing. Slowly, the numbness began to fade from his body, to be replaced by tingling pins and needles. His muscles ached, they were sore from the abuse, but oh how good it felt, to feel them move once more! The gentle, steady rhythm continued -- breathe in, breathe out -- even as his own chest muscles twitched and jerked without direction. Slowly they, too, calmed, and began to work together, following the cadence of the air moving through his lungs. He became suddenly aware of a warmth lying close on top of him, blocking out the cold -- a second heartbeat, thrumming in time with his own. Another breath filled his lungs, and something moved away from his mouth as he exhaled on his own. “That’s right, Duo, just breathe,” a voice whispered, and as something closed once more on his mouth and gave him another lungful of air, Duo knew who had saved him.

At last the blackness cleared from his eyes, and he blinked rapidly to pull the world into focus. The first thing to meet his vision was a pair of luminous, intent, and very worried blue eyes; the rest followed.

“Duo?” Heero whispered hoarsely, pulling his mouth away from Duo’s. He, too, was breathing hard, from the exertion of sharing his breath with another body. The cadence of air moving in and out of his body exactly reversed that of Duo’s. “Are you awake, now?” he asked, his eyes still locked with Duo’s.

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Duo nodded, and felt Heero’s hands on either side of his face. He carefully preserved the rhythm, feeling it calm and reassure him. “Y-yes... Heero, I’m --”

Speaking was a mistake; his airflow broke again, and he coughed raggedly, his tongue clogging his mouth and throat. There was barely time to panic, though, before Heero’s warm lips touched to his cold ones again. Heero’s tongue pressed gently over his, holding it down and out of the way as the air passed from his lungs to Duo’s again.

He lay stunned, when Heero finally pulled back again. “Don’t try to speak, Duo,” the soldier admonished him. “Just breathe...”

Duo stared at him in utter shock; Heero didn’t even seem to know what he had done. One hand was rubbing soothing, encouraging circles on Duo’s back; his free hand came up to brush the sweat-drenched strands of hair away from Duo’s face. “I was so worried,” Heero murmured, almost more to himself than to the other. “I thought you were going to leave me... don’t ever do that again, Duo...”

Holding onto the steady rhythm, Duo allowed his eyes to slowly slip shut. There would be no nightmares, no memories while the soldier was there. He pressed against Heero’s warmth, feeling the movement of blood within his body, the steady pulse of his heart. Duo imagined that even if his heart were to falter and stutter to a stop, Heero could restore it with the beating of his own.