どくがんりゅう の 軍記物語

A Chinese Mentor, maybe

The dome was the hottest place in the complex. Usually within an hour or so of the sun cresting the horizon enough light was converted to heat through the great glass panes to keep the top floor capable of sustaining rainforest rarities and some of the most temperamental butterfly species. Hideo’s steps were still muffled echoes on the dew blanketed floor. The butterflies weren’t awake yet, it was sad for the boy to miss them.

He wasn’t really a boy, counted by science or popular opinion. Yuuki had already held managerial positions as a salaried worker, had fought in numerous battles, loved many loves. When he was around, though, Yuuki felt young. Uncertainty and fatigue plagued his mind at most turns, and he seemed to seek guidance like one still learning and sitting by the knee of his master. Sometimes, like now, it felt deliberate. Whether he really was looking or was looking. Still, after Rana, Amakusa, Emerson, <insert name="true"> (Muraki), Yume and Ashitaka, it was startling to be faced to face and kissed. Seeking knowledge was one thing, and appropriate enough for him to offer.
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But that? Communism had drowned history and religion at least a thousand and a couple hundreds of years ago back in the mid-1900’s. With the old state had died much of the tradition and old thinking, let alone the subject of homosexuality. Practitioners had been sentenced to harsh prison terms or worse ever since, with only the occasional fugitive skipping borders or naturalizing to other nations, underground films from Hong Kong and then New Feng, and occasional other products exported to western civilization because it sold well….but blacklisted in China itself.

Chen wondered if the rest of his nation could really call themselves Chinese anymore, anyway. The land and farming had been so important; their home the center of the universe, in the national mindset, that all the space born generations seemed to lack some special pride and awareness of the holiness of their surroundings. He had felt it most looking at the starting crumbles of the Great Wall, so badly looked after since the migrations from the devastated planet. It was doing better then others, since it could be seen from space, standing as a reminder of older times. Times when a fetching young warrior approaching him amorously would not have seemed strange, but rather his due. He was clever, and smart, with scholarly aptitude highly sought in Asian peoples. His genetics had been carefully chosen to make him a great and respectable doctor. Of course youths, male or female, should desire to learn from him and….learn from him. It was an old trade, and between responsible parties, he did not think unwise. The greedy, foolish and unclean had taken advantage of such beliefs, raping and breaking the future of their people. So the institution was eradicated, and all but the oldest and most precious of clues were destroyed. It was not spoken about, but it could be heard in the whispers from the mountain falls and bamboo groves. It was pleasant, the fading warmth on his lips as it was fast replaced by the heat of the unbridled light through the dome. Perhaps in a past life they had known each other similarly, as teacher and student. For now, he was content. Chen could feel his own age creeping into his bones like spiders, and while he wasn’t incapable of pleasing another yet, he didn’t want to risk any possible embarrassment. Hideo had plenty of youthful prospects. He didn’t need to be worried about an old man, teacher or not, in the ways and closeness that such intimacy would create.

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