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Pairing: 2x1, mentions of 3,4,5
Rating: NC-17 sexuality for the very end, PG-13 for the rest.
Warnings: None that aren't in the rating.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em that would be BANDAI. Don't have any money either.
It's nearly impossible to grow massive amounts of trees on the colonies.
Sure the occasional park evenly spaced out over the building plans is
all right, but there are no forests, no tree farms. Christmas trees have
to be shipped in every year from earth. There's problem with the gas intake
and outtake systems that results in too much oxygen buildup and not enough
CO2 to keep up the phosphorylation. Supposedly
it's possible; there are computer programs in place to monitor and regulate,
but no one takes the chance. Stories filter down onto to the school playground
of early colonists who combusted because of stray sparks or by lighting
Trees used for pulp making and paper are grown off world either on the
Mars Colony, or on specially designated satellites where the oxygen levels
can be totally contained with a minimal amount of staff. It's dead expensive
because CO2 has to be drawn out of Earth's atmosphere, compressed, and
flown up, with the water, and soil, and solar panels. Thus paper is used
mostly for ceremony on Earth, and even less in the Colonies. Besides electronic
tablets, they mostly have compacted plastic sheets that are almost transparent
and made out old soda bottles. It's a convenient process and they're recyclable
over 300 times, but it's like newsprint, and books tend to come and go
according to the fashion. Around people's houses somewhere they will have
at least one paperback or hard bound lurking on a table or in a bookshelf.
Once when they has been using one of the Winner libraries as a tactical
planning station, Heero had seen Trowa run a knuckle down the spine of
a hardbound Nietzsche with the same expression of concentration he had
seen when Trowa had restitched his shoulder then touched his face afterwards.
The same expression as when he played the flute, and when he -so carefully-
handed Quatre his glasses making sure their fingers didn't touch. Much
later he's stripping off his shirt to climb onto the shit mattress they'd
manage to find, when he stops. Duo's on the other side, curled up, facing
the wall. In his right hand still with his fingers tucked in and marking
his place is The King in Yellow, and in his left the spine crackly
with its layers of cellophane tape, is Johnny Got his Gun tucked
close to his heart.
Heero had never touched a paperback in his life until age 8, and then
it was Odin's Bible as he went though their bags salvaging weapons, fake
id, protein supplements. He didn't think about it then, but he's sure
it felt different than the books at St. Mary's -the paper ones that weren't
allowed to leave the library with their big heavy parchment pages.
J had made sure Heero had known all the classics. Even now when asked
about Oedipus Rex, or Kafka's The Metamorphosis he can recite them
both backwards and forwards, their major thematic principles, and significance
to literature. It's useless information. When he told J this, he old man
goes very still. He doesn't turn around even though Heero had seen him
exit the program specifications he had been working on, and he can't hear
him typing anymore.
Instead he tells Heero creakily, "The reason there are so few real paper
books left, is not because of the non-viable nature of photosynthesis
in the colonies, the air pollution here, or even because no one is reading
them. It is a little known fact that during the original war to unite
the Earth sphere there was a short period of Nuclear winter in the Northern
Hemisphere and since the allies could not abandon their offensives -it
was suggested- that the books being kept in the libraries under the conquered
nations, and eventually in those of the homes of the allies, should be
shipped to the fronts and burned for fuel so that the soldiers
wouldn't freeze to death."
Heero doesn't quite understand any of this. Not when Wufei is turning
pages of The Woman Warrior with intense concentration, not even
bothering to push his glasses back up his nose. Definitely not when Wufei
threatens a reenactment of the Boar's Head Gaudy if Duo doesn't "Shut
his fucking obscene mouth." Not when Duo reads him the description of
a kiss and breathes in one shaky little gasp of air. He holds one of Duo's
books in his hands limp, cracked open, and feels nothing.
Sometime later Duo will turn over, prop his head on one hand and say,
"This is the part where you're supposed to tell me something romantic
like that 'my eyes are as lavender as amethyst lilacs' or some other BS."
Heero looks at him for a moment. There's medical tape on Duo's collarbone
where it had split the skin, a crisp of sweat salt at the hairline of
his braid, and on the inside of his elbow a deep bruise the exact shape
and color of a plum where an hour earlier Heero's thumb had clamped down
and moved that hand from its place on his hip, rocking the two of them
forward, to the hot cock nudging his stomach.
"But they're not."
Duo just sort of snorts at this, then fishes around for his pants and
He figures he gets it later when Duo's laid open for him like a book.
His skin the paper, his scars the edge of a page, black gunpowder line
of hair down his stomach the hidden binding. They fuck later, slowly,
Duo in from behind breathing the same line as before about the kiss into
his ear, breath hitching after each word. When Duo moves his hands down
to palm his hips, Heero thinks of Duo's hair laid out, sinking down like
ink into the white mattress and forming all the words he'll ever need
A/N: um plausible science? I do not know how many trees you would need
for oxygen build up, but oxygen is very flammable and I imagine that would
be a problem for the colonists.
The Boar's Hear Gaudy is celebrated at Queen's College, Oxford. It originates
from the story of a student being attacked by a wild boar and saving himself
by stuffing his Greek text down its throat whereby it expires. I swear
I'm not making this up.
The King in Yellow- a tribute to some GW story I read when I was
14 and loved. Duo owns this book in that fic.
Johnny got his gun- Anti-war novel in which the main character
looses most of him limbs/senses afterwards he wants to show soldiers the
atrocities of war.
The Woman Warrior- Non-ficiton tales of a Chinese immigrant told
by her 1st generation daughter. I imagine Wufei would have problems with
just the title.
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