Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing. But I do own Sei. Tach-a heem, and Ai keel you.

Important Note: This here chappie's all from mah baby Sei's POV. That's why 'tis all in first person. Ta ta, and enjoy!


I woke. Pain assaulted me, and I could not stifle a loud groan as I sat up slowly. I touched my midriff, feeling the bandages that covered me almost without a break. Fire lanced suddenly through my head, and I bent forward reflexively, my hands clutching my temples. As the pounding in my head rose to an unbearable crescendo, I dug my claws into my scalp, the new resulting pain going unnoticed.

Claws?

I slowly pulled a hand away from my head to stare at it. I blinked incomprehensibly for a few seconds, then moaned. "Oh, shit." I moved my hands carefully over my body, knowing the changes that had ripped through me as well as I knew myself.

I halted abruptly in my self-examination to study my surroundings. I seemed to be in some kind of medical room, as everything was clean, pristine, and white. I eyed the room apprehensively. Beyond the white door, I could hear a murmured conversation, though I did not recognize the voices.

I pricked my ears forward, listened harder. I couldn't make the words out clearly, but the speakers sounded young. Ah, yes, I thought, closing my eyes briefly. The boys I saw before. Those ones…

A sudden noise made me open my eyes. They were coming through the door, fanning out almost instinctively, their weapons drawn. I smiled inwardly. They reminded me of wolves, in the way they moved as a group. Pack hunters, I thought, shivering—not with fear, but with excitement. Just like me.

They all stood very still, as if afraid that if any of them moved, I would attack. I grinned, showing my razor fangs, as I brushed my long bangs up and away from my face. They all stared, transfixed, at my claws and pointed teeth, true, but especially at my eyes.

They had a reason to. My eyes were certainly not anything they had ever seen before, I was sure. They were grossly mismatched, for one thing: one bright green, the other soft violet. They also had pupils that were vertical slits, reminiscent of a cat's. Altogether, to these children my eyes were certainly the strangest things they had ever seen. Besides the rest of me, perhaps.

I shifted on the medical table, startling them. The teenager in the middle—a boy with thick, dark brown bangs and evening-dark blue eyes—brought his gun up to point unshakingly at my forehead. His eyes narrowed to hateful little slits. I just looked at him silently, knowing that calm in the face of a storm will often endear one to others. His eyes flashed; something wavered in his mind. I could feel it, almost taste it. Without commanding them to, my nostrils flared and my ears pricked toward his interesting young mind. I sternly ordered my body to obey my will instead of its instinct.

The blond boy spoke, a tremor plainly evident in his voice, distracting me from the dark blue-eyed one. "Who—what—who are you?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, caught in a dilemma. What could I tell them? A lie? Well, it would be the wisest course, but then they wouldn't trust me, and I needed them for however long I would be staying here. I have always been able to lie well—extremely well, in fact—but I knew by the feel of their minds that I might not be able to put one over on such as these. The truth, then? But that would endanger them greatly; and even such obviously well-trained boys might not be able to defend themselves.

I opened my eyes. The truth. Yes, a truth.

Or a part of one, anyway.