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, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Duo smiled. “Ah, but it’s not. Do you see? They can’t come through the trees there -- not if they want to stay in formation. They’ll have to take the eastern route, instead, if they want to advance at all -- and then you’ll have them outflanked already, and above them.”

After a minute of silence, Heero looked up again -- the clockwork gears already clicking away again. “But why?” he asked, again.

Duo didn’t answer right away, and when he did his voice was clinical, detached. “If you’re not as strong,” he said quietly, “and you know your enemy is stronger, then you don’t try to pit your weakness against their strength. Instead, you find strength in another place, and use it somewhere where your enemy is weak. But the Earth is stronger than an army of ten thousand men. If you can find a way to use that strength, then you can win no matter what the odds.”

Heero knew that Duo had once been a soldier, too -- that he’d once commanded men in a brutal, bloody war with a lot less margin for error than Heero had. He would not insult Duo by disregarding his advice, no matter how it went against the solid tactics grounding that he had been taught. He fell silent, trying to see it in his head, trying to fit his mind around the situation.

Duo didn’t press matters, waiting for Heero to work the matter through. Through Heero’s shirt, he could feel the knotted tension in his back where Duo’s hand rested. Shifting position so that his weight leaned on the back of the chair, Duo put both his hands on Heero’s shoulders and began to knead his sore muscles.

Even if he didn’t react, Heero was acutely aware of Duo’s hands on his back; he could feel the rock-hard tension of a long week of stress melting away under the touch. After a few minutes, when Duo’s hands moved from his shoulders up to his neck, Heero set down the papers and pushed his chair back.

Duo paused, surprised, as Heero stood up and turned to face him; he started to pull his hands back, thinking he’d somehow hurt Heero, but the other boy quickly took hold of his hands. “You shouldn’t be standing on that leg,” he remarked quietly.

Reminded, Duo winced as he shifted position slightly. “Oh... yeah,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I almost forgot about that.”

“Hn.” Without letting go of Duo’s hands, Heero guided him back over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, turning him so that he sat sideways on top of the blankets. After a moment, Heero sat down behind him.

Puzzled, Duo was about to twist his head around to look at Heero, when he felt strong, warm hands press slightly against his shoulder blades. For a moment they stayed there, and then began to move, as Heero repaid him for the backrub in kind.