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Well, here's chapter 2! Poor Wu-Fei, I make him suffer. cackle It was entertaining to get into his head though… evil grin Special thanks to my single reviewer, you're comments are much appreciated. Well, enough of my rambling, on with the story!

A Hairy Situation

By: Raiju20

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Wu-Fei stared into his reflection incredulously. He was a dog! A mutt to be precise! He wasn't even a purebred! This was not happening! Wait…. Come to think of it… how was this happening? How was this possible? He was a human being, not an animal! Well, technically humans were animals… he shook his head, refusing to get off track. He looked once more into his reflection, and then looked up, seeing his comrades stare in disbelief at him. Heero or Duo must have filled the other two in, because they now looked at him with an immense surprise. "How can that be Wu-Fei?" Quatre breathed, uncertainty radiating in his voice.

Wu-Fei looked at them sharply, not liking to be the center of attention. "What are you looking at!" He growled, but realized his words came out as just a growl. He blinked in surprise, he looked stunned. He couldn't even communicate with his fellow pilots? How would he work? How would he do anything? His eyes widened at the idea. He was useless. He couldn't hold a gun, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't even speak. He had no use, no way to help with anything. He was a useless animal. He shivered at the thought of not being able to do a thing to help his friends. What if they were attacked? What would he do, hide? Wu-Fei shook his head, disregarding that thought. He absolutely would not hide. He would do all he could to help. If he could do anything at all…

He snapped out of his thoughts as he saw Trowa carefully approach him. He was moving slowly, hand outstretched, watching for a hostile action. Dogs could be unpredictable and he did not want to be bitten by one. Wu-Fei could have lost all memory of ever being a human. His hand outstretched, he inched towards the black dog, who was watching him warily, ears back and tail resting still. The animal then stood and walked towards him, looking curiously at him. The dog then wagged its tail for a second, suddenly stopping looking scandalized as if suddenly realizing he had wagged his tail. His left eye seemed to twitch in irritation at the fact that he had suddenly reverted to a doglike habit. The dog snorted at Trowa and walked past his stunned friends and walked through the open door of the house. As he reached the doorway he turned and gave his comrades a look that distinctly said, "are you coming or not?" The other pilots exchanged looks and followed after the dog, who seemingly didn't notice the large bullet wound in his leg.

Fifteen minutes later, after a long fight with Wu-Fei about him lying on the couch while they attempted to remove the bullet without harming it so they could examine it later, the dog's leg was bound and was sleeping on the couch. The other four boys were sitting on nearby couches, Duo and Heero on one, and Trowa and Quatre sitting on the other. They were conversing the current issue. "There could have been a poison to mess with his DNA; some scientists have been working on that." Heero said softly after they had all settled down.

"Are we positive it's Wu-Fei?" Quatre asked, still not believing the stoic pilot was now a furry, adorable dog.

"We saw him change right before our eyes. That's definitely Wu-Fei." Duo responded, the normally cheerful pilot now serious and deep in thought.

"But, how could anyone turn a human into a dog? It just doesn't seem to make sense. Also, why would they want to turn him into a dog? Why not just kill him?" Quatre asked, seeming bewildered.

"The poison to change DNA structure has some flaws." Heero responded, "Like eventually creating the mentality of a dog. If those poisons were the case, Wu-Fei would begin to act more and more like an animal. Eventually, Wu-Fei would just be a common house pet; he wouldn't be Wu-Fei anymore. This would be an interesting torture, but other than that, I see no purpose, most likely some pointless mad scientist who just likes to wreak havoc."

The four sat in silence for a minute, assessing the situation. Heero picked up the bullet in front of them. They had attempted to clean off the blood, but it was still stained with a faint tinge of crimson. He analyzed it carefully, eyes finally resting at the base. He then noticed something. "Look." He said, pointing to a small hole in the bullet. It was at the back, showing that the back part of the bullet was hollow. It was still mainly solid, but the very back portion was empty, showing that something could have come out of the back through the small hole. He frowned at this, bullets weren't supposed to have that small hollow; they were supposed to be solid. He tapped the front with his fingernail, and then tapped the back as well. He heard a slight echo at the back, it sounded like the front was completely solid. He paused, puzzled. "There is a possibility this is the chamber for the poison, but it wouldn't be this… big." He said, staring at the bullet as the other three looked at the gap.

"What else could it be for?" Quatre asked, looking concerned.

"I'm not really sure. What else would a bullet do?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of… Trowa? Do you know?"

Trowa paused, in thought. "There doesn't seem to be anything else it would be for. Maybe it's just extra space?"

"What would be the point? It could also be there to lighten the bullet, in an attempt to make sure it won't go through the leg…" Heero responded, seeming unsure of that.

"Could it have been a mistake?" Quatre asked.

"Not likely, if it was, they would have just remade the bullet instead of risking their mission failing because of a simple mistake."

Quatre sighed. "I can't think of any logical explanation."

"Maybe there isn't one." Trowa said with a shrug. All four then jumped as Wu-Fei growled, signifying his awakening and his annoyance at the world in general. He glared darkly at Trowa who merely smiled at this. Wu-Fei was obviously still annoyed at him for using a tranquilizer on him to make him sleep during their attempt to remove the bullet. Wu-Fei growled at the green-eyed teen's smile, obviously not amused.

Quatre smiled with a bit of difficulty, standing up. "Let's not worry about it for now, currently, we just need sleep." He smiled at Trowa, who favored him with a soft smile in return, making Quatre blush. It was well known among the group that Quatre and Trowa held feelings for each other, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. Trowa then stood up behind the blonde boy and bid the others good night, walking upstairs with a smile. Quatre then followed in suit, followed by a quiet Duo and a contemplative Heero. Wu-Fei however, stayed, stuck in his thoughts.

He was a dog, an animal. A thought struck him. He was allergic to dogs. Did this mean he was allergic to himself? Or did that allergy still exist? He hadn't felt the urge to sneeze yet… he had however felt the urge to pull out his katana and kill something… wait, HIS KATANA! Where had it gone! He jumped up and ran out of the room. Well, ran was an exaggeration, more like hobbled. He was so worried he actually ran into the door, realizing he couldn't get out. Damn. He needed to find a way to open the door… He tentatively reached up a paw and tried to prod the knob with his paw but to no avail. He was too small. He cursed, the word just coming out as an irritated growl. He jumped and touched the knob with his paw, attempting to turn it, but once again with no success. He whined in distress.

After an hour of trying to every window, door, and any other possible exit and not being able to reach half of them, the rest impossible for him to open with no opposable thumbs, he finally gave up on doing this on his own. He sighed in resignation and slipped upstairs, deciding if he wasn't awake already, he'd wake up Maxwell. Finally, after walking up the stairs, which seemed to take twice as long on his small legs, damn, they needed an elevator, he reached Duo's closed door. He blinked, and then turned in annoyance to find all of the other doors closed, including his. He must have closed it when he went to answer Hilde… come to think of it, where was Hilde? He scanned his mind trying to remember. She must have gone home, he finally decided with a mental shrug. He now faced the matter at hand.

He reached a paw up and ran his claws down the wood of the door loudly, hoping to wake the sleeping pilot. This being unsuccessful, he tried again. After trying this for five minutes he decided it wouldn't work and backed up from the door. Gritting his teeth, the little dog ran and slammed his side up against the door. After trying this three times, he was finally rewarded with an opening door. Unfortunately, he was just taking another go at the door and ran right into Duo's legs, almost knocking the braided pilot over. "Sup Fei?" Duo asked, hardly suppressing a yawn. Wu-Fei glared at him and turned, attempting to make Duo follow him. He was rewarded with Duo following after his small, quiet yips. "I'm coming, I'm coming. What's wrong?" Duo asked, now fully awake. The small black dog led him to the front door, scratching at it. Duo looked puzzled, and then said, "You want me to let you out?" Wu-Fei barked in response and the door was opened. Wu-Fei sighed with relief and ran out to the spot of the fight earlier. He searched high and low all around the area he had changed, but he couldn't find any trace of his precious weapon.

Finally he whimpered and curled up, scanning the ground with just sweeps of his eyes. His nose was killing him, the scent of blood and death still lingered around the yard and his sensitive nose was picking up every trace of it. He stood, ears lowered in defeat. He could hardly feel his legs, he was so tired. I'll find it tomorrow. He decided with a sigh, and limped back to Duo. Duo frowned at his friend's downcast look, and leaned down, picking up the small dog. Wu-Fei barked in indignation, struggling to escape the teen's grasp. "Calm down Wuffers, I'll take you upstairs. Must be hard with those puny legs of yours." Wu-Fei growled, but stopped struggling, admitting defeat. This was injustice, he was a dog, he couldn't speak, and he had to allow himself be carried up the stairs by Maxwell. His thoughts flashed back to the afternoon. This really is the worst day ever, the little dog decided as Maxwell opened his bedroom door and laid him down on his bed. Wu-Fei glared at the boy as he curled up on his pillow, holding in a yawn. Maxwell smiled, "Night Fei." He said softly and left the room to return to his own, leaving the door open a crack so Wu-Fei wouldn't be locked in his room tomorrow. Wu-Fei sighed as he heard Maxwell's door close. He smiled as he curled his tail around himself. He was asleep before he even realized his eyes were closed.

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Chappie 2 complete! Yay! R&R please and stroke and or squish my pride. Just reviewing is good. Please tell me what you think! Thank'yee!

-Rai