Author: MelaventoriaTea

Warnings: Author rambling, inconsistency, shonen ai hints.

Title: "Almost Summer."

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I can still remember the lights of Earth. That is probably what struck me the most. Light. Real light. In the Colonies, almost all the light is man made, not real. Although it is manufactured to be a full spectrum, it is all faked.

Maybe that's it. Fake, false, unreal. That is all the colonies can provide you with. All of the environment is nothing but a reproduction of what I experienced on that blue planet of Terra Firma, Earth.

That is why I insisted on spending my summers there. On Earth. Because my job makes it almost impossible to do anything but work most of the time, summer is the only time I get a vacation.

I remember one Christmas, I had to work on the Eve of the holiday. I don't think I've every seen Trowa so angry. It was almost scary. I think it was mostly upset at all the paper work that was littering my desk. He told me once that he hated the thought of me cooped up in there all the time.

At the time I was young and so full of the want to prove to the partners that dispite my age, I could run a multi-billion dollar business, that I was spending all my time in my office and at meetings. Maybe Trowa was right to get angry that night.

Ah well. Now I have summer to look forward to. It's spring now on Earth, Duo told me that yesterday was so warm he and Heero had gone down to the beach. Allah, I envy them. Since they have much for freedom as Preventers then I do as only a part-time one, they now live on that green, blue and white sphere.

But I guess I can survive, I mean, it IS almost summer. Then Trowa and I can go down to visit Duo and Heero for the two months I have off to relax.

You know, I can remember a time when I didn't even think about relaxing. When do soldiers have the time? I slept in Sandrock a lot. The others had to all the time though… I had estates at my disposal. I guess this is Karma for my luxuries during the War. If you can call them that.

I remember Trowa telling me stories about having to spend whole nights in the cramped cock-pit of Heavyarms. Having to go on for days without food and on minimal sleep. Allah, I wonder how he survived. But my dear Trowa has always been a survivor.

Survival.

Why does that word always remind me of that fencing match I had with Dorothy on Libra?

I guess I was fighting for survival that day. Dorothy was always very opposite of me, so in a way we fit together well. She loved war, relished in it. I, however, never developed a taste for it. I was always struggling while the other Gundam Pilots were slicing threw OZ soldiers with ease. Both my mind and body were not cut out for war. I hated it.

But Dorothy didn't, as I said. And while we fought on that ship, it was more then the battle between the Zero System and the human mind, it was the fight between two ideals.

War and Peace.

But those are things I don't have to worry about anymore. No. I have to put of fires of resistance of peace, and sign papers.

Thank Allah it's almost summer.

-The End

Note:… Ok. That sucked pretty badly. But I just wrote it off the top of my head so be nice with your reviews ok? If you even bother to review this piece of crap… or READ it for that matter…