The BPG Part 3 - Wufei looks different!
Quatre sighed wearily, and yawned. It had been a day since Duo's message, and Quatre had done nothing but read the endless supply of books for almost 20 hours straight. Believe me, it was boring!
As Quatre finished the last page of his last book, his head was splitting from the information overload, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Fate had something else in mind.
Ding Dong!
'Who is it?' The sleepy boy called. 'Maybe it's Duo, coming to visit me early!'
'It's Milliardo, let me in.' the young man's voice was laboured, sounding as if he was carrying something heavy. 'Oh great, more books!' Quatre thought to himself unhappily, but got up none the less and went to open the door.
The first thing to greet his face was a bright flash of platinum blond hair; the second was a scowling face. Growling angrily under his breath, Milliardo pushed his way into the apartment.
'Milliardo, what's wrong?' Asked a concerned Quatre, closing the door, and making his way to his friend's side.
'What's wrong?' He almost snarled, 'what's wrong is that I've had to watch this stupid animal all day! Ouch!' The loud Ouch was emphasised with a loud snarl and another scratch on his hand from the small black creature nestled in Milliardo's arms. Feeling the grip on it lessen, the animal jumped to the ground, and curled up in a small ball. It soon began to purr, and dozed off.
Quatre stared at the bundle on his floor. It had 2 perfect black ears on the top of his head, 4 little paws, and what looked like a very long tail.
'You came to give me a cat?' he asked in surprise. 'But why? I don't need one.'
'A cat? Indeed Quatre, look harder than that!' Said the disgruntled man, and he nudged the so-called cat with a toe.
In a blur of black, it's mouth fastened on to the offending foot and a vice- grip. The look on Milliardo's face seemed to say it was quite painful. Reaching down, he grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, pulled it off his foot, and presented it to Quatre.
Quatre was right about what he had seen, but there was more. The little creature had not one, but two long tails, which were now curling around Milliardo's arm. He also had sharp, very sharp, looking teeth, and extremely long claws. He seemed to be smiling at Quatre, and watching its small red tongue flick across those sharp teeth was unnerving.
'This is a were-cat.' Milliardo proclaimed, as he plopped it into Quatre's arms, where it immediately began to purr again. 'But you know him as Wufei.'
'Wufei?' He looked down at the were-cat, who, in turn, winked at him and then resumed purring.
'Yes, he was changed to that form in a rather amusing accident, involving an abandoned brimstone pool. Want to hear about it?'
'Sure . . . but first, why don't you sit down? Wufei doesn't seem to like you much, so I can see you have had your hands full! You must be very tired.'
'I am, thanks.' He sat down on the bed quietly. 'Um, could I also have something to eat? Little Mister Grouch here, wouldn't let me have any food before I left this morning to take him to you.'
'Sure, what would you like?' Quatre asked politely, sitting next to his friend, but holding the so-called 'grouch' away. Wufei looked riled up, sitting near the blond man; but that was quickly fixed when Quatre began to pet him.
'Um, do you have any . . . ice cream?'
'Ice cream? I thought you were too old for that?'
'No one is too old for ice cream!' He laughed. 'And it's very hard to get anything other than liquid ice-anything down in Hell!'
'I suppose so then. I'm lucky Duo installed this 'special fridge' in though. Thanks to it, I can have anything I want!'
'Aru, Dru!' The angel and devil (us, the narrators that is) appeared. 'Please get some ice cream for Milliardo, Aru, any kind will do. Dru, please get Wufei some milk and . . .' He eyed Wufei's teeth, 'and some raw meat please.'
As we flew away to 'complete our mission' Quatre noticed Milliardo giving him and odd look.
'What? He has sharp teeth for a reason, and cats do like milk! Anyway, back to the matter at hand, literally. Please tell me what happened to Wufei!'
'Well, I guess it started about an hour after you left for the mortal world, this world. Wufei was feeling quite lonely, and harassed of course by yours truly. Seriously, you don't know how much he relies on you for comfort. With you gone, he was really moody, and grouchy, so no one wanted to go near him. You know he really wanted to come with you, but the rules said he wasn't allowed - he wasn't old enough I guess, or hadn't helped enough people yet. So he decided to see if he could bypass the rules by changing his form.'
'Changing his form! But only the more experiences angels are allowed to do that! It is so easy to do wrong . . .'
'Exactly. That's what I told him, but he wouldn't listen. He took one of the older tunnels down to Hell, through the explosion cloud of a recently erupted volcano. But he seemed to have misjudged where he would land.'
Quatre looked horrified. 'Not into the Brimstone Arc! He knows better than that! And most certainly not alone! The Brimstone Arc is so far away, that if you ran into trouble there, no one would reach you in time to help!'
Milliardo looked grim as he took his ice cream from the recently arrived Aru. As he began to eat it, he continued his tale. 'Well, he wasn't really alone; I was following him to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble. But I guess he hadn't heard of the recent cat massacre in Hell . . .' Quatre looked blank.
'I guess you haven't either. Well, I'll explain it all then. For the past month or so, someone has been tossing mortal cats into the brimstone pits underneath that volcano. Although it would kill the mortal cats (making it a massacre) they were immediately brought to Hell as sacred pets. As every experienced angel or devil knows, to complete the transformation ritual, you must soak in a pure brimstone pool for 5 minutes, all the time thinking about the creature you wished to transform into. Pure is the key word. It just so happened that one of the murdered cats had been shedding, quite a bit and when it was tossed in to that very pool, it had lost some of it's hair. Because the hair was polluting the pool, and as Wufei was thinking about becoming a human, the pool used both the ideas, and turned him into a were-cat.'
'Wow, what a trip.' Quatre commented, more to himself than anyone else.
'Yes it was! And unless I had been there when he got out, he never would have even noticed. You see, I flew over to help him get put of the pool, as it looked like he was having quite a bit of trouble flying. When I finally got him out, I noticed small black furry patches beginning to appear on his wings. I, of course, flew him directly to the nearest doctor.' He stopped for a moment to finish his ice cream.
I shifted my position a bit on the bed when I noticed Wufei had vacated my lap. He was at the moment, licking the milk off his whiskers, while Aru and Dru scratched him behind the ears.
Quatre was interrupted from his musings by the clatter of metal on china, a sign that Milliardo was done eating. Looking back towards him, I found Aru already taking away his bowl into the kitchen, where soon after I heard the cheery sound of Aru washing the dish and singing.
'Anyway,' he continued yet again, 'I explained the situation to the doctor, a Miss Sally Po, I believe, and she told me what to expect in the next few weeks. It was funny, because the entire time, Wufei here was saying that nothing was wrong with him. The little black ears on his head made it kind of hard to believe him, if you know what I mean. Anyway, Sally told me that within the next few hours, Wufei would turn completely into the cat- like form. Then gradually, over the next couple days, he will learn to speak again, how to grow wings, how to walk upright in cat form, and finally turn human shaped - in that order. Of course, when he does turn into human form, he will still be able to turn back into a cat, which might be useful from time to time.'
'That is amazing Milliardo! What a story, you must have had a really rough time then, huh?'
'Darn right I did, right after we left Sally, I brought him to my place. And about 2 hours later, Wufei was a complete cat, with the few disfigurations you noticed of course. But anyway, the next day, this morning I guess, I took him to Heero, and he told me to go to you. So here I am, with Wufei, who I am now giving to you. Anyway, it is now way past my scheduled departure time, so I really must be going.' Standing up, he walked to the door, and pulled it open.
'Later! Oh, wait, before I forget. Sally said that Wufei is battling the cat part of his form at the moment, so he might get really cuddly. But don't mind that, treat him as you would any cat, right? Okay, now it is time to go. Have fun Wufei, thanks for the ice-cream Quatre!' And with that, Milliardo snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Aru, who had come back from the kitchen some time ago, flew over and shut the door, before returning to collect the abandoned milk saucer and meat plate. Dru flew into the kitchen to help wash them.
Quatre remained deep in thought for a while, before he felt something wrap around his arm. Looking down, he saw Wufei's tail clenched around his trapped appendage, and saw the were-cat starting to nod off.
'Hey,' Wufei opened his eyes and glanced up to the cheery, but tired face above him. 'I guess I'm not the only one tired, hmm? What do you say we all go to sleep.'
And with that, Quatre called Aru and Dru back to his shoulders, where they promptly disappeared, picked Wufei up with his spare hand and placed him on the floor. Then he lifted to covers off the bed, and got in. As he was beginning to fall asleep, he heard a small purring noise, and felt the were- cat jump onto the sleeping mortal's back. He smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep . . .
Quatre sighed wearily, and yawned. It had been a day since Duo's message, and Quatre had done nothing but read the endless supply of books for almost 20 hours straight. Believe me, it was boring!
As Quatre finished the last page of his last book, his head was splitting from the information overload, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Fate had something else in mind.
Ding Dong!
'Who is it?' The sleepy boy called. 'Maybe it's Duo, coming to visit me early!'
'It's Milliardo, let me in.' the young man's voice was laboured, sounding as if he was carrying something heavy. 'Oh great, more books!' Quatre thought to himself unhappily, but got up none the less and went to open the door.
The first thing to greet his face was a bright flash of platinum blond hair; the second was a scowling face. Growling angrily under his breath, Milliardo pushed his way into the apartment.
'Milliardo, what's wrong?' Asked a concerned Quatre, closing the door, and making his way to his friend's side.
'What's wrong?' He almost snarled, 'what's wrong is that I've had to watch this stupid animal all day! Ouch!' The loud Ouch was emphasised with a loud snarl and another scratch on his hand from the small black creature nestled in Milliardo's arms. Feeling the grip on it lessen, the animal jumped to the ground, and curled up in a small ball. It soon began to purr, and dozed off.
Quatre stared at the bundle on his floor. It had 2 perfect black ears on the top of his head, 4 little paws, and what looked like a very long tail.
'You came to give me a cat?' he asked in surprise. 'But why? I don't need one.'
'A cat? Indeed Quatre, look harder than that!' Said the disgruntled man, and he nudged the so-called cat with a toe.
In a blur of black, it's mouth fastened on to the offending foot and a vice- grip. The look on Milliardo's face seemed to say it was quite painful. Reaching down, he grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, pulled it off his foot, and presented it to Quatre.
Quatre was right about what he had seen, but there was more. The little creature had not one, but two long tails, which were now curling around Milliardo's arm. He also had sharp, very sharp, looking teeth, and extremely long claws. He seemed to be smiling at Quatre, and watching its small red tongue flick across those sharp teeth was unnerving.
'This is a were-cat.' Milliardo proclaimed, as he plopped it into Quatre's arms, where it immediately began to purr again. 'But you know him as Wufei.'
'Wufei?' He looked down at the were-cat, who, in turn, winked at him and then resumed purring.
'Yes, he was changed to that form in a rather amusing accident, involving an abandoned brimstone pool. Want to hear about it?'
'Sure . . . but first, why don't you sit down? Wufei doesn't seem to like you much, so I can see you have had your hands full! You must be very tired.'
'I am, thanks.' He sat down on the bed quietly. 'Um, could I also have something to eat? Little Mister Grouch here, wouldn't let me have any food before I left this morning to take him to you.'
'Sure, what would you like?' Quatre asked politely, sitting next to his friend, but holding the so-called 'grouch' away. Wufei looked riled up, sitting near the blond man; but that was quickly fixed when Quatre began to pet him.
'Um, do you have any . . . ice cream?'
'Ice cream? I thought you were too old for that?'
'No one is too old for ice cream!' He laughed. 'And it's very hard to get anything other than liquid ice-anything down in Hell!'
'I suppose so then. I'm lucky Duo installed this 'special fridge' in though. Thanks to it, I can have anything I want!'
'Aru, Dru!' The angel and devil (us, the narrators that is) appeared. 'Please get some ice cream for Milliardo, Aru, any kind will do. Dru, please get Wufei some milk and . . .' He eyed Wufei's teeth, 'and some raw meat please.'
As we flew away to 'complete our mission' Quatre noticed Milliardo giving him and odd look.
'What? He has sharp teeth for a reason, and cats do like milk! Anyway, back to the matter at hand, literally. Please tell me what happened to Wufei!'
'Well, I guess it started about an hour after you left for the mortal world, this world. Wufei was feeling quite lonely, and harassed of course by yours truly. Seriously, you don't know how much he relies on you for comfort. With you gone, he was really moody, and grouchy, so no one wanted to go near him. You know he really wanted to come with you, but the rules said he wasn't allowed - he wasn't old enough I guess, or hadn't helped enough people yet. So he decided to see if he could bypass the rules by changing his form.'
'Changing his form! But only the more experiences angels are allowed to do that! It is so easy to do wrong . . .'
'Exactly. That's what I told him, but he wouldn't listen. He took one of the older tunnels down to Hell, through the explosion cloud of a recently erupted volcano. But he seemed to have misjudged where he would land.'
Quatre looked horrified. 'Not into the Brimstone Arc! He knows better than that! And most certainly not alone! The Brimstone Arc is so far away, that if you ran into trouble there, no one would reach you in time to help!'
Milliardo looked grim as he took his ice cream from the recently arrived Aru. As he began to eat it, he continued his tale. 'Well, he wasn't really alone; I was following him to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble. But I guess he hadn't heard of the recent cat massacre in Hell . . .' Quatre looked blank.
'I guess you haven't either. Well, I'll explain it all then. For the past month or so, someone has been tossing mortal cats into the brimstone pits underneath that volcano. Although it would kill the mortal cats (making it a massacre) they were immediately brought to Hell as sacred pets. As every experienced angel or devil knows, to complete the transformation ritual, you must soak in a pure brimstone pool for 5 minutes, all the time thinking about the creature you wished to transform into. Pure is the key word. It just so happened that one of the murdered cats had been shedding, quite a bit and when it was tossed in to that very pool, it had lost some of it's hair. Because the hair was polluting the pool, and as Wufei was thinking about becoming a human, the pool used both the ideas, and turned him into a were-cat.'
'Wow, what a trip.' Quatre commented, more to himself than anyone else.
'Yes it was! And unless I had been there when he got out, he never would have even noticed. You see, I flew over to help him get put of the pool, as it looked like he was having quite a bit of trouble flying. When I finally got him out, I noticed small black furry patches beginning to appear on his wings. I, of course, flew him directly to the nearest doctor.' He stopped for a moment to finish his ice cream.
I shifted my position a bit on the bed when I noticed Wufei had vacated my lap. He was at the moment, licking the milk off his whiskers, while Aru and Dru scratched him behind the ears.
Quatre was interrupted from his musings by the clatter of metal on china, a sign that Milliardo was done eating. Looking back towards him, I found Aru already taking away his bowl into the kitchen, where soon after I heard the cheery sound of Aru washing the dish and singing.
'Anyway,' he continued yet again, 'I explained the situation to the doctor, a Miss Sally Po, I believe, and she told me what to expect in the next few weeks. It was funny, because the entire time, Wufei here was saying that nothing was wrong with him. The little black ears on his head made it kind of hard to believe him, if you know what I mean. Anyway, Sally told me that within the next few hours, Wufei would turn completely into the cat- like form. Then gradually, over the next couple days, he will learn to speak again, how to grow wings, how to walk upright in cat form, and finally turn human shaped - in that order. Of course, when he does turn into human form, he will still be able to turn back into a cat, which might be useful from time to time.'
'That is amazing Milliardo! What a story, you must have had a really rough time then, huh?'
'Darn right I did, right after we left Sally, I brought him to my place. And about 2 hours later, Wufei was a complete cat, with the few disfigurations you noticed of course. But anyway, the next day, this morning I guess, I took him to Heero, and he told me to go to you. So here I am, with Wufei, who I am now giving to you. Anyway, it is now way past my scheduled departure time, so I really must be going.' Standing up, he walked to the door, and pulled it open.
'Later! Oh, wait, before I forget. Sally said that Wufei is battling the cat part of his form at the moment, so he might get really cuddly. But don't mind that, treat him as you would any cat, right? Okay, now it is time to go. Have fun Wufei, thanks for the ice-cream Quatre!' And with that, Milliardo snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Aru, who had come back from the kitchen some time ago, flew over and shut the door, before returning to collect the abandoned milk saucer and meat plate. Dru flew into the kitchen to help wash them.
Quatre remained deep in thought for a while, before he felt something wrap around his arm. Looking down, he saw Wufei's tail clenched around his trapped appendage, and saw the were-cat starting to nod off.
'Hey,' Wufei opened his eyes and glanced up to the cheery, but tired face above him. 'I guess I'm not the only one tired, hmm? What do you say we all go to sleep.'
And with that, Quatre called Aru and Dru back to his shoulders, where they promptly disappeared, picked Wufei up with his spare hand and placed him on the floor. Then he lifted to covers off the bed, and got in. As he was beginning to fall asleep, he heard a small purring noise, and felt the were- cat jump onto the sleeping mortal's back. He smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep . . .