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]

No more.

He sank to the floor and wept, cried out his anguish until at last, his quiet sobs turned to fierce growls, and the grief transformed into a boundless anger.

Oz. OZ! Was there no end to their crimes against him? How much pain had he endured already at their hands? How many families had he lost -- to them? The first time, with the destruction of Maxwell -- he’d lost the Father and the Sister, but he was left with Solo, at least. And then the second time, when Solo died, at least he’d had the Devils, the Maxwell’s Devils and revenge to keep him going. Until even that was gone, somehow, and for two years he had nothing -- nothing! -- except the burning will to live, to spite them all by surviving...

And now Heero. But how? How? Heero was strong; he was smart, he was damn good at what he did... I know he was strong enough to stand up to them. How did they set a trap for him that he couldn’t avoid?

A trap?

That’s right.

You were betrayed.

Fury gripped him now; burying, at least for now, the pain of his loss. An ambush; Heero and his troops had walked right into an ambush so perfectly placed that they had absolutely no warning of it. That shouldn’t have been possible, not unless Oz somehow got a copy of the plans -- the battle plans!

You were betrayed!

Someone in Heero’s own army, one of Heero’s own men, had sold him out. A furious snarl peeled Duo’s lips back from his teeth; he felt, for the first time in oh so long, the familiar rage of the God of Death. Yes. Vengeance. If nothing else, he could find the traitor and see that he died painfully, and rotted in hell, the son of a bitch!

But who? Think, Duo, think. How could they have gotten hold of them? Only the senior officers had copies; Heero and Wufei. Wufei almost never left his tent, and there were guards posted there day and night. It didn’t seem likely that copies could have been made right under General Chang’s constant supervision.

That left Heero’s copy. And in the final days, Heero had been out of his tent more often than in. Duo should know, he had been there the entire time Heero was gone.

And there had been no-one --