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]

This time he’d gone to all the trouble of actually making himself a perch, a little place where he could keep watch but not himself be watched. On the north side of the camp, along the made path that led off to ever-distant Kinekell. A stack of emptied crates, pushed into an arrangement that allowed him to climb to the top. The stack was piled against the side of the mess tent, and the canvas behind him kept him from being silhouetted against the sky. Duo smiled to himself. Hiding habits were hard to get rid of.

He looked down, at his little pile of sticks, and started over again; scrambling them into a pile, and then pulling them out to lay them in a row one by one. A singsong voice like a nursery rhyme played over and over in his head. One for the first day, the day that Heero went away. Two for... The voice got stuck in an endless loop. Nothing had happened the second day.

Moving on. Three for the third night, when I looked north and saw the light... He’d better not think on that too long. He was neither scholar nor prophet, and his nightmare had been nothing more than that.

Another stick joined the line. Quatre’s day was number four. He smiled in spite of himself. Quatre -- he hadn’t had a friend like Quatre in a long time. Not since Solo died. And even then... Solo was his foster brother, and eight years older. Solo loved his little brother very much, but they had never had time to become very close. Little Duo was raised and trained by all the men, and had been content to hero-worship Solo from afar.

But Quatre... Quatre was something special. He was knowledgeable, level-headed and kind -- all things that Duo had needed very badly, that day. Another night and one day more. Six was the last stick in his pile, and that was today. Six little sticks all in a row. Counting sticks and waiting for...

Heero. He missed Heero, so much that it ached; a dull persistence in his chest completely independent of the cold coiling fear in his gut that was his constant companion. But he wanted Heero, badly; wanted to see his eyes and touch his hair and feel his strength. In the days since Heero had left, Duo had come to terms with what had passed between them, on the night Heero had left. He would probably never be completely free from fears and uncertainties, but now he knew what he wanted, what he needed, and... it was Heero.

He sighed, and abandoned his little game. Surely they would be coming back soon. Heero said, It’s a day’s travel from here to Kinekell. Two days for infantry. He put two sticks on one side, and two on the other, and that left two in the middle. He stared at them, not knowing what that would mean. He’d never had experience in a battle with armies of such size, but surely it couldn’t last more than two full days!

Maybe they were moving more slowly on the way back. Duo refused to let himself think about why that might be. He resettled himself slightly in his perch, not wanting his bad leg to cramp up. He wanted to show Heero, how he was off the crutch, that he could walk freely with no more than a slight hitch in his step. Heero would be proud of him...

Resolutely, he turned his eyes northward. A flock of birds started up from a tree in his vision, and he started counting them. One for the first day, when Heero went away...