Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything within it.
Ok! Here we go! This is my first fanfic, so maybe not five star material, but, I'll get better! Really! Anyway, this fic is YAOI, if you have a problem, don't read. However, if by chance you're intrigued by my storyline…. Read on. (And yes I know the title is pathetic, I stink at stuff like that.)
A Hairy Situation
By: Raiju20
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The clouds outside were huge, gray, and laden with rain, which was now dumping on top of an unlucky Gundam pilot's head. The rain had started 15 minutes ago, and for Wu-Fei Chang, this was not a good day. He glowered at the sky, wondering why he was even out there, drenched with mud. The only good thing about this horrible rain was it masked his footsteps from his cheerful trip out to destroy another group of people who were too damn stupid to enjoy their few years of peace. The only problem with this bright side of thinking was that the group of idiots didn't exist; it had been another false alarm.
As Wu-Fei was wrapped up in his fabulous, optimistic thoughts, he stepped in a puddle, soaking his shoes, water seeping strait through his socks and freezing his skin. He twitched in annoyance at this, barely containing his temper. As he sloshed back to the house he and the other pilots had been occupying, he ignored people's surprised looks as he glared at them. One person even whimpered as he gave them a particularly evil look. This made a smile twitch on his lips as he felt a wicked pleasure from her fear.
He reached into his pocket and drew out a key to the house, placing it into the keyhole, only to find it was the wrong one. He held in a scream of frustration as he jammed his hand into his pocket once more, drawing out the correct key, sparing a wondering thought as to why he was even carrying another key… He shrugged mentally, deciding he really didn't care. Slamming the key into the key hole he unlocked the door and opened it with a glare at nothing in general. He stalked into the house, dripping wet, storming up to the bathroom for a shower.
As the steamy water washed over him, he contemplated his day. The morning had started, horribly. He had woken up with his alarm clock, fallen out of bed, slamming his head on his bedside table. Then everything went downhill. Apparently, he had set his alarm early, because when he looked at the clock, it said 4:00. Wu-Fei had stared at it with big eyes, thinking it must have been one of Maxwell's annoying jokes, but it couldn't be, he had left a week ago to destroy a big group with Quatre. The two were due back tonight, but they couldn't be back yet, much less could Duo sneak into his room while he was asleep without waking him. Nobody was that quiet. Not even Heero Yuy could pull that off and come out unscathed. Wu-Fei had finally come to the conclusion that he had set his alarm wrong and hadn't noticed. Getting up, he walked down the stairs, careful to not wake Heero or Trowa up, they could be… disturbing in the morning. He had then attempted to make breakfast, successfully burning the eggs and toast and actually spilling the orange juice as Yuy stepped in and shouted at him for making so much noise in the morning. The two had gotten into a shouting spat until Trowa had come down and successfully shut them up with a single look.
Wu-Fei stopped his mental review as he shuddered at the thought of that look. It said something like 'Shut up and you'll find your innards inside your body tomorrow morning' Wu-Fei was amazed that anyone but Heero could say so much with a single look, but say so little with their vocal cords... Wu-Fei shook his head at the thought. The other pilots were so silent, it even disturbed him at times. Yuy hardly even spoke at all and the way he responded to things was normally a grunt or an 'hn.'
Wu-Fei stopped these thoughts, deciding he didn't really care about the other pilot's ways of speaking. He then returned to his evaluation of his day. After he had received that extremely disturbing look, Wu-Fei had gone to work. He had done paper work mostly in the morning, and then gotten an emergency call, telling him there was an emergency. There was a band of rebels against the peace. Wu-Fei had followed exact coordinates and found nothing. He found a field, one horribly "dangerous" cow that had just looked at him and mooed, and a few chickens that couldn't even peck him, much less hold a gun to his head or attempt to kill him. Then, as he started to walk back, it had started raining. To top it all off, he had walked to work and it was a 15 minute walk back to his house. The "emergency" call was the last job for the day, so he walked all the way home in the pouring rain, getting soaked to the skin, and now, here he was.
He shook his head in annoyance at the day, getting out of the steaming water and wrapping a towel around his waist. He slipped into a change of clothes, smiling for the first time that day from the warmth. He then stepped out of the bathroom and walked downstairs, finding the house empty. He turned and walked up to his room, deciding to meditate and get rid of this anger.
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It was 10:00 and Wu-Fei was lying in bed reading a book. His long coal black hair fell around his shoulders, obscuring his face.
Wu-Fei jumped at a frenzied knocking on the door. Duo and Quatre had returned about 15 minutes ago, happy to say their mission was accomplished. The two had gone upstairs to their rooms and he hadn't seen them again since. He guessed their activities had something to do with sleeping, but he decided he really didn't care, and stood to answer the door. He stepped downstairs, wincing at the noise that their new visitor was causing. He opened the door, obviously catching their visitor by surprise because she almost knocked on his head, still trying to hit the door. Wu-Fei glared at the girl, who looked panicked and frazzled.
"Wu-Fei!" Hilde shouted. Wu-Fei looked at the girl in surprise. She looked exhausted, her short hair drenched and her clothes were soaked. Her breath came out in gasps. However, the shouting he considered useless noise, and this shouting caused Wu-Fei's look to darken. Hilde obviously noticed this, because the next time she spoke, her voice was noticeably softer. "Y-you have to get out of here!" She said, panting. She must have run here. Wu-Fei thought to himself. "There's a group of rebels, they're a large organization, t-they've decided to attack you guys. They said something about experiments or something, but it wasn't really clear, I snuck into their base, and came in about halfway through the conversation. They said they didn't know exactly where you were, but you shouldn't take any chances. Get out of here!"
He looked down at her, then a sudden realization hit. "Hilde, did you come strait here?" He said calmly, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice. "And if you did, did you check to make sure no body was following you?"
Hilde looked puzzled. "They couldn't have followed me, they didn't notice me." She said with a smile.
Wu-Fei found this highly doubtful, considering the fact that this was Hilde, who wasn't the quietest of people. She definitely wasn't the quietest of people when she was nervous, and he highly doubted that she had made it out of their base unnoticed. He scanned the landscape behind the girl, searching every bush and tree within sight range. After a long scan of the area, he looked back at the girl, who looked extremely annoyed at this point. "You don't believe I could make it out of there unnoticed do you?" She asked, her brow furrowed a frown on her lips. "You think I led them right here, don't you? I'm quiet! I can be stealthy! I didn't lead any of them he-" Her words were stopped short as a loud gunshot echoed through the night, shattering the silence. Wu-Fei acted quickly, pushing Hilde down to the ground and covering her with his body. A bullet whizzed past right where Hilde's head had been two seconds ago.
Wu-Fei stood and saw a small group of men run out of the clearing behind them, all pointing their guns at the two people. Pulling out his gun, Wu-Fei pointed it back at them in a flash, clicking off the safety. The men who were coming forward stopped, as if unsure what to do. They looked at each other uncomfortably, unsure whether or not to continue forward. The silence was broken as a tall man with light brown hair stepped forward, his hazel eyes flashing as he saw the gun, but other than that, he showed no emotion. The man then smiled, it was a face that sent shivers down his spine, making him shift weight from his left foot to his right, glaring at the man.
Wu-Fei then noticed in one quick glance, that the other pilots were obviously awake, for the lights in all four rooms were on and he heard faint noise coming from the house. He turned his attention back on the man, who had opened his mouth to speak. "It seems we are at a standstill Chang Wu-Fei." He said, threads of malice wove through the words, making him sound cruel and wicked. Wu-Fei kept a calm look on his face, showing no emotion.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wu-Fei saw slight movement, noticing there were only 5 men now, there had been 10. However, he had no time to stop and ponder their loss of numbers, because the man in front of him shot, aiming for his shoulder. Wu-Fei jumped out of the way, aiming a shot of his own at the man, hitting his mark. The small chunk of metal went through the man's leg, crimson liquid oozing from the wound. The man snarled and fired twice more, Wu-Fei easily dodging both bullets and firing off one of his own. This time however, he missed the man, hitting one of the other 5 men instead. The man howled as the bullet penetrated tender flesh, embedding itself in his neck. Wu-Fei frowned as the man in front of him smiled; not seeming to care one of his comrades had fallen.
He started as he heard another shot, coming from behind him. He turned as the man dodged this as well, seeing an angry looking Duo standing with his gun raised, pointing between the man's eyes. Behind Duo stood Heero, who had the same glare, holding his gun in his hand, hanging at his side.
The man in front of Wu-Fei seemed surprised for only a moment, then smirked. "So there are more of you as well eh?" His voice held a great amount of amusement in it, making Wu-Fei feel a bubbling anger raise up in him. He shook the emotion off, aiming once more for the man's head and firing. The man caught this move just in time and ducked, the bullet embedding itself in a tree not too far away.
With a smile still on his face, the man held his gun up once more. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I really must continue with my job," he said lazily, his smirk fixed on his face. He reached into his jacket, pulling out another gun. It was carved with long golden swirls along it, dancing around the silver barrel of the gun and winding down to form the trigger. The man lifted the gun, pointing it at Wu-Fei with a smile on his face. Wu-Fei tensed, and then fired his gun once more, finding it was his last shot. He frowned and threw the gun aside, hitting one of the other men in the face.
Duo moved to help, then yelped as he and Heero were bombarded with multiple bullets from behind. They turned, and faced the five men that had disappeared earlier along with 3 more, who were attempting to shoot them down. He then noticed something. None of the men were aiming to kill them. All of the bullets were aimed for their legs or arms. As Wu-Fei had this thought he turned back to the man, seeing him shoot the gun he was holding. Wu-Fei tried to dodge it, but was too slow, getting a bullet in his leg. He hit the ground, rolling at the impact, and attempted to stand, feeling a bit weak in the leg. Panting, he dropped to his hands and knees, feeling the searing pain shoot through his leg. As much as he tried, he simply couldn't stand; his legs wouldn't support his weight.
He turned again as he heard the gunshots fall silent behind him; the men that were still alive were fleeing. Heero fired off one last shot and turned back to an injured Wu-Fei. He stopped mid turn, staring at his comrade, amazement in his eyes. "What?" Wu-Fei asked indignantly, feeling his comrade's eyes on him. He slightly noticed that his voice sounded… different. It sounded slightly rougher and clearer. He cocked an ear, things sounded different. He could hear Heero's breathing and he could smell the blood fresh on his leg and all around him more clearly than before.
He turned his head sharply to Duo, who had managed to stutter out, "W-Wu-Fei?" With an extremely puzzled look on his face, he took a step forward, and then stopped, seeming unsure. Heero looked at him with barely concealed confusion. Quatre and Trowa chose that moment to run out, looking nervous.
"What happened!" He asked, worry obvious on his face. He stopped dead when he looked at Wu-Fei. "What? Who?" He said, seeming confused. "Why is there an animal here?" He asked, surprise now written all over his face.
Wu-Fei frowned at this. "An animal!" He answered hotly. "What do you mean an animal!" Now that he paid more attention to his voice, he realized, yes, it did sound different, a lot different. He blinked, perplexed. What was wrong with him? Why was everything sounding and smelling so different? He then realized something else. Quatre's hair was white, and Duo's eyes were a deep… grey? Why wasn't he registering color? He blinked again, then looked into a pool of blood beneath him. Looking back at him was a black face, with deep onyx eyes, the face of a mutt, or so it seemed. It was a small dog, with a long smooth coat. It was about the size of a cat, pointy ears and a big fluffy tail. He blinked, and the dog in the blood blinked at the same exact time. Wu-Fei stared with big eyes at his reflection, ears perked up in amazement and surprise. He, Chang Wu-Fei, was a dog.