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]

Trowa came in just as Duo reached the door, and the longhaired boy gave him a vicious snarl as he shoved past him into the night. Quatre finally snapped out of his shock just as the tail end of the braid disappeared from view, and called after him. “Duo, wait a minute! Come back -- Trowa, stop him!” He was already gone.

Quatre said something vicious in his native tongue; Trowa raised one startled eyebrow as he entered the room. “What was all that about, little one?”

“I wish I even knew!” Quatre fumed. “Duo seems to have gone crazy, and Heero -- oh, Trowa, you just now missed Heero...”

“Actually, I just saw him,” Trowa said calmly. “He was quite upset. I didn’t think it was the best time to bring up my concern.”

“I wish you’d given him a smack across the face,” Quatre said viciously. “Duo’s an absolute wreck because Heero’s throwing him out, sending him away!”

Trowa blinked, his motion momentarily arrested. “That’s a very strange thing to hear -- when I talked to Heero, he said that Duo was leaving him to go south with Hilde.”

“What?” Quatre turned to stare at the tent entrance, as though he could see Heero or his friend through the fabric. “That’s insane! Why would Duo ever want to leave Heero?”

“Why would Heero send Duo away?” Trowa countered, taking the steps to close the distance to the blond healer. “Something tells me there’s been a serious communications problem between those two.”

“They’re both insane!” Quatre exclaimed. “I have to go after Duo. Explain...”

Trowa cut him off. “I already tried that with Heero,” he admitted. “You can try, but I don’t think it will do any good, Quatre. They only hear what they expect to hear.”

“Insane...” Quatre seethed. “I have to go after him anyway, Trowa! He’s determined to walk back to Heero’s quarters, and he should not be walking yet... especially not alone. He might get into trouble...”

“I don’t think you have to worry all that much, Quatre,” Trowa assured him. “Every soldier knows what Colonel Yuy would do to anyone who dared to touch his prisoner of war. Soldiers will talk, and I don’t think there’s a body in the camp who doesn’t know how those two feel about each other.”

“They don’t seem to know themselves!” Quatre exploded. “Can we lock them into a room together until they straighten themselves out?”

“No, Quatre,” Trowa said, exasperated.

“Why not?” Quatre demanded.

“...Because this camp doesn’t have any buildings that lock,” Trowa muttered.

“Can we tie them together, then?”

“...”