Uh...yeah. Sorry about not having a disclaimer on the previous chappie. So, for the record, there are two (2!) disclaimers on this chapter, to make up for the lack of disclaimer-ness on the other one. And here's the first one...
Ahem. I do not own Gundam Wing, its characters, scenes, and so on and so forth.
And the second...
Again, I do not own Gundam Wing, blah blah blah. However, I do own all non-company-owned anime/manga characters mentioned at any time in all of this fic (i.e. Sei, most of the time, and a few others), and if you try to steal any of them, so help me I will hunt you down. (bright smile) Thank you.
The sight that met the eyes of Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei, after they had burst through the infirmary door, was startling. Duo was collapsed against the wall furthest from the large stainless-steel table that was situated slightly left of the room's center. He was staring, eyes wider than dinner plates, at the table and the figure on it, alternately pointing at it and making high-pitched, incoherent sounds. Heero was backed away from the table as well and had carefully placed himself between it and Duo.
The still-unconscious boy on the table was the most surprising sight of all. His arms, legs, and forehead were covered in stark white bandages, and he was in a curious position: somewhat laying on his side, as if Duo and Heero had been in the process of turning him over when Duo had screamed and leapt back. The trenchcoat was partially under him; the boys had obviously been trying to take it off to check and bandage his back. The coat's sleeves had been ripped off—probably by pragmatic Heero—and were lying on the floor.
What made all of the pilots' eyes widen, however, was the fact that the boy's back was dominated by a pair of immense silvery-black, feathered wings; moreover, a rather large, long, and bushy silver-tan foxtail protruded from his backside.
All five teens stared, unblinking, at the winged boy. Several minutes passed in which Heero managed to calm Duo down. For the most part. Even as the pilots watched, the child's face and body grew and aged until he looked to be in his early twenties. His dark hair grew rapidly, stopping when it reached about mid-thigh. Its shiny burgundy color changed to silvery-gold, but never lost its tamed shagginess. His ears wiggled up the sides of his head to rest on top, changing to become larger, pointed, furrier, and essentially canine-like.
Duo whimpered and clawed desperately at the wall. Heero bent down, dragged the braided boy's arm around his shoulder, and supported Duo as he struggled to hobble out of the room. Trowa closed the door behind them; Heero let go of Duo, who immediately sagged against the wall, his knees trembling violently.
Quatre was the first to speak. "Who—what—is that?"
Duo looked up from the floor, where he had slid after his legs had given out on him. "How t-the hell sh-sh-should I know?" he stuttered angrily.
"This is why I didn't want to help him. He's most likely an extraterrestrial of some kind." Heero crossed his arms and nodded self-righteously.
"A…WHAT!" Duo exclaimed as he struggled to stand under his own power. Trowa and Wufei caught him as he stumbled forward, still babbling. "An—an—ALIEN? Is that even possible, Heero? Aliens…they haven't been discovered yet, have they? Oh, god…" Disgusted, Wufei released Duo. Trowa followed suit, and the braided boy fell uncaring to the floor again.
"Stop your whining, Maxwell," Wufei hissed. He turned away, irritated with the American.
A pained moan sounded from the infirmary.
