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WhooHoo! Chappie Number Three! Wu-Fei, forced to be a tiny, yappy dog, oh the injustice of it all. Cackle For those of you who are actually reading my story, and have made it to this chapter, please tell me in your reviews, because I really haven't gotten many of those, and currently, I'm thinking I'm just getting hits on the first chapter and everyone's writing my story off there. If not, please R&R guys! Thank'yee! Now, on with the story!
A Hairy Situation
By: Raiju20
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Wu-Fei woke to a thump and a dull pain in his side. He jumped up, looking around for an intruder and found he had merely fallen out of bed and landed on a book. He blinked as he looked around him. Everything seemed to tower above him; the bed seemed like a house. His eyes widened at the memory of the previous night.
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Duo awoke to an extremely loud yapping coming from Wu-Fei's room. From one room over he heard Heero curse as he was woken up, then storm out of his room, slamming his bedroom door and Duo thought he heard the sound of Wu-Fei's barking falter as the sound of another door opening and closing sounding. Duo smiled and looked over at his clock, then frowned. It was four o'clock in the morning. He blinked at this, then chuckled, getting up and leaving his room, deciding he had better stop Heero from shooting poor Wu-Fei.
As he opened Wu-Fei's door, he saw an extremely annoyed looking Heero pointing a gun at Wu-Fei with a glare that clearly told of his irritation. Duo popped up behind him with a grin, taking Heero's gun out of his hands with a smile. Hee-kun, it's not very nice to point things at people or animals, especially not objects that are capable of blowing off people's heads!" He quipped cheerily, much too cheerily for the morning.
Heero looked dryly at Duo; he was very close to fulfilling his promise to kill the boy. "What if that animal just happened to wake you up at six o'clock in the morning?" He asked calmly, trying to suppress his hand's twitch at having the gun removed from it so suddenly, it was an old nervous habit.
"Well, poor Wuffie had a hard night. You really shouldn't blame him for being nervous, though I don't know why he had to bark, it's probably just some nervous reaction for dogs or something, like your hand twitching when somebody takes your gun." Duo responded with a smile, motioning towards his hand.
Heero abruptly stopped the twitching as Wu-Fei snickered. Or was it a snicker? It was more like an odd wheezing breath or something. Wu-Fei actually stopped and looked puzzled, that had just seriously sounded disturbing. REALLY disturbing. He looked up and saw Duo and Heero staring at him like he had just confessed he was one of the female gender. He looked up at them innocently, with a look that said "What?" After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence Duo burst out laughing and Heero just turned with an "Hn" like he didn't just hear that.
"Wuffers, that was seriously creepy." Duo said through hardly suppressed giggles. Wu-Fei merely glared in response. He really didn't like being made fun of, he actually took pride in himself, it hurt his pride when somebody mocked him. He let out a growl then primly turned away from the laughing, braided boy with a sniff. Normally he would have given Maxwell a piece of his mind… unfortunately; he had the curse of not being able to give anything a piece of his mind in English or any language his friends would understand.
Duo took a look up at the clock, and then realized something. "Wuffers, how are you going to get any work done?" Duo asked. "We can say you're sick today, but until we find the antidote or whatever to the poison, you can't go to work. How are you going to get anything done!" Duo, Quatre, Wu-Fei, and Trowa were part of the Preventers, while Heero was Relena's body guard. It was a workday that day and they were going to have to leave in an hour.
Wu-Fei stopped at this, thinking over the problem. What would he say? He was sick with something unknown? But Sally would see through that. They always came to her when there was something wrong… he could say he was out on a mission. That could last for at least three weeks. He pondered over this, deciding that saying he was on a mission would be best. He nodded his head in a final decision and then opened his mouth to state his conclusion until he once again realized he couldn't tell them because he couldn't speak. He hit his head on the floor several times in annoyance and if he could have pulled out his fur, he would have.
Heero, however, thankfully came up with the same conclusion. "We could say he was on a mission, which could last a while. Emergency call, no time to leave a message and just asked us to explain." Wu-Fei nodded his head vigorously, wagging his tail… OH MY GOD! He was wagging his tail AGAIN! What was he, a dog! Wait, actually, come to think of it, he was a dog. However, he would NOT pick up doggish habits, he refused to! He started hitting his head on his nightstand until Duo picked him up with a smile.
"Wuffers, you don't want to cause yourself brain damage now do you?" He said in a mock worried voice. Wu-Fei just growled, thinking to himself, It's Wu-Fei Maxwell, Wu. Fei. But the teen merely laughed. "Don't worry Wuffers…" Duo paused, a sudden delight popping into his eyes. Wu-Fei started wondering what it was, then realized something. The name now officially fit. He was a dog, dogs made a sound that sounded remotely like Woof, Wuf wasn't too far off… suddenly Duo acquired one of the most obnoxious smirks on his face. Wu-Fei felt himself twitch in annoyance. Don't you dare. He mentally said to the braided teen, hoping he had suddenly acquired mind powers or telekinesis or whatever you needed to speak to someone mentally or else Maxwell was going to have a very angry little dog clinging to his neck with its teeth. Unfortunately, Wu-Fei had not gained mind powers, but Duo had gotten the look. Duo was actually very good at reading expressions and their meaning, he just sometimes chose to ignore them. This time however, he didn't and just smiled and walked out of the room still carrying Wu-Fei.
The little dog soon realized he was in Maxwell's arms and started struggling again, causing Duo to drop him and to just laugh. Wu-Fei glared and followed the American down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time until he tripped over one of his paws and rolled the rest of the way down, landing on his still injured leg, causing him to let out a whimper. Duo frowned at this. "Wuffers, you need to take a bit more care of yourself, you are still hurt." Wu-Fei merely snorted and continued walking. Duo rolled his eyes in exasperation behind him and walked after the little dog, making sure he didn't hurt himself. It was Duo's turn to make breakfast this morning, Duo, amazingly being a pretty good cook, better than all of the pilots except Trowa, who was such a good cook, it made the others wonder how he had learned to cook so well.
Soon, Wu-Fei was sitting on the table, trying to eat some eggs and toast as neatly as he could, Trowa was attempting to keep a strait face at the struggling Wu-Fei while drinking a cup of coffee, Quatre was smiling softly at the suffering dog, sitting next to Trowa and daintily eating eggs, yes it was possible for eggs to be eaten daintily, this was Quatre after all, he took the sloppy out of Sloppy Joes and just made them Joes. Next to Quatre was Heero, absorbed in something he was doing on his laptop, eating toast in little bites, and next to him was Duo, laughing hysterically at the little dog standing on the table next to him who was still desperately trying to eat his eggs. Wu-Fei finally ate half of his egg and gave up, having yolk dripping down his furry chin. He pressed his furry muzzle into his napkin, trying to clean off that which was on his face, being only partially successful.
Wu-Fei was still mulling over his face when Quatre spoke up abruptly. "Wu-Fei, do you think you'll need to go outside? Won't that be hard?" Wu-Fei stopped, thinking about it for a moment, and then nodded vigorously. "I'm sorry we didn't think about it before, I'll get working on that soon, it would be hard for you to get doors open and to get outside." He smiled softly, his calm eyes holding a bit of apology in them.
Wu-Fei started when he heard a slight grunt from Heero, who he didn't even think was listening. "Another subject we have to address," Heero stated calmly, "Is the fact of if we get attacked, which isn't uncommon, what will Wu-Fei do?" He said all of this without even looking up from his laptop and seemed to show a manner of not caring.
The other three pilots looked at each other uncomfortably, as if knowing this was coming, just not wishing to address it. "Well…" Quatre started uncomfortably, "He could escape out the back, he can't really fight mu-" but was cut off short by a sharp bark from Wu-Fei. He really disliked this topic. He glared at them, mentally saying, I will fight! I can still fight well, I don't give a damn what you think! It's injustice to leave you here while I run! The other four caught his meaning and looked at each other again.
Heero spoke next, not seeming to care about the discomfort of the other pilots. "You can't fight Wu-Fei, you'd be a hindrance." Wu-Fei flinched at these words, knowing them to have some truth to them. A low growl emitted from his lips in warning, he couldn't run, he just couldn't.
"Please Wu-Fei, what else can you do?" Trowa asked, his brow furrowed in worry and annoyance at Wu-Fei's denial. "You can't hold a gun, you can bite, but that will only go so far, other than that, you can scratch and hit them with your tail. If you fight, you'll just be committing suicide. Wait until we get an antidote." Wu-Fei growled, refusing. He would never just leave his friends, whether it got him killed or not, he didn't care. He would rather die than run and kill his pride.
Quatre sighed. "Wu-Fei…" He started, but Wu-Fei cut him off and jumped off the table, ignoring the pains that shot through his leg, and attempted to run out of the room. Once again, it was more of a stumble, but this time he didn't care, he just had to get out of there. He couldn't stand it, couldn't they see? He had to fight. What if something happened to them because he hadn't helped? He just couldn't take that. Why couldn't they understand? The little dog leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. He looked up, finding himself in a hallway, the hallway leading to the door which led to the basement. He blinked as he heard a soft sound coming from downstairs. Cautiously, he crept towards the door, which was oddly open. He slunk downstairs, curious. Finally, he found the location of the sound, an opening in the basement, it led outside. The wind was blowing through it, blowing a small string with a metal end on it against the wall. The little dog smiled, not wondering why it was there, just slipping outside and walking over to sit under a tree, near to the scene of violence last night. He scanned the ground once more, trying to see if he could see his katana, he just couldn't believe someone could have taken it without him noticing. He sighed in exasperation and flopped back against the tree, watching the sun rise slowly. It was so warm with the sun shining down on him, causing his fur to reflect the golden glow, warmth seeping through his veins. He heard the sound of Quatre calling his name far away, but he really didn't seem to care. At the moment, he was content to just sit and relax, enjoying the warm rays of the first light of day. Wu-Fei leaned back against the rough bark, and was hardly aware of the door opening and Trowa looking out and calling back to Quatre that Wu-Fei was alright. Wu-Fei was also unaware of Heero leaving for work, and the other three leaving an hour after him at different times. He also missed the worried look that each one of his fellow pilots threw at him as they left. All the dog really cared about was the peace of the moment, and actually being at peace for one of the first times since the war.
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