Title: Lethal Beauty

By: Serpent

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, just the story and a few ocs.

Rated: R. As always. I sure as hell am not taking a chance. It will end up there by the end, might as well start there.

Warnings: OOCness, 'specially Heero. Language. Potentional gross factor. Scales, tails, claws, fangs, and magic. Oh yes, I am twisted. Yaoi. I am starting to think that I can't write anything else.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xsomeone who I haven't decided on yet, 13x6

Author Note: Inspired by the pain I am currently feeling in my lower back. It has been there for over a week and just won't go away! And my obsession with turning my faves into things other then human. evil smirk In diary format. Don't like then leave. Basically listen, actually read, Heero rant. Will eventually shift out of diary format.

AN2: The above will be found only in this chapter and no where else. That means the disclaimer and warnings and such will be here and here alone.

Chapter One: First Entry (well first entry you will be reading)

9/4-3/195 (1)

Damnit! I hurt like hell. sigh I had another episode today. I was lucky this time, no one was around. No one saw me half crawl, half fall down my Gundam and press my back flat against the floor. No one heard me scream in pain. This was by far the worst one I've had. If felt like my spine was trying to run away after growing legs of its own. Heh. Guess in a way that is true.

I won't be able to stop the transformation from happening much longer. I can't function normally. I can't let the other pilots see what I am going through. I have to fight. And... I can't hide much longer. I know they are worried. I can feel it. Much like little Quatre can. Then again, what do you expect with my heritage? sigh

I also miss them. I miss their presence, their companionship, their support. We may have only been fighting together and staying together for roughly two and a half months, but they are family to me. We are family. Or as close as some of us will get.

But what pains me most, besides the excruciating pain from my lower back and the constant throb that seems to seep into every muscle in my body, well... I miss Him. It is hard to think of anything else, but him. He is always there for me. Has been since the beginning, ever since he shot me. Twice, I might add. What will he think of me?

The transformation has already begun. My mind hasn't changed, nor my instincts, just a few new instincts to deal with. My body on the other hand... Well, I have been human for to long, even if Dr. J played God with my DNA and genes and everything else. Everything is too intense. I can't take it. I am slowly losing my grip on things. Or as Duo would say. I have finally cracked. And once again my thoughts are of Him. Damn. Seems everything must come full circle.

(1) 9/4-3/195 is the short form of 9 suns, 4 moon cycles, 3 divisions, 195 seasons. And all of that translates to the 9th of April, of the year 195 AC (After Colony). This is just something I made up. So don't look at me too strangely. It will be explained later. Remember this is fantasy. Expect strange and weird things.

Okay that is the first part. Hope you like. I have more written. I am just too tired to type up the rest.