Sigh Yes, I know, I know. I am scum. I'm really really sorry, if that helps? No? Drat.

Disclamer: Don't own them, never will.

A/N: Well, I really do apologize for not updating. It's been pulling on my conscience for quiiiite a while now… and I was thinking about continuing, and then, behold, another thing pops up. Not like that's any kind of excuse… but… does it at least help a little? So, I finally got back in front of the computer, (after a little verbal prompting(You know who you are)) and write once more. Once again my sincerest apologies to those who enjoy my story and waited (and waited) for me to update.

So, without further ado, on with the fic!

A Hairy Situation

By: Raiju20

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Wufei opened his eyes with a jolt, realizing he had fallen asleep. He cursed his carelessness, for just because the war had ended didn't mean they were completely safe. The peace was only temporary, he was sure, and he was quite firmly holding on to that tense, aloof manner. However, recently, it had seemed to be slipping. He could see the same in Heero, for the other pilot's glare was less frequently found, and he smiled more often. The peace is making us soft. He thought to himself sourly, but then, he thought of the other three, Quatre's smile was warmer, if that was possible, Trowa seemed more relaxed… and the two seemed happy. And Duo… the boy's smile seemed more… authentic. More real and beautiful. He felt his face heat at the thought. Where had that come from?! When had he ever thought of that braided baka as beautiful?! He snorted loudly at the thought. But in his head, in the dark, padlocked section, that was hardly even noticeable, he was very aware of the attraction he'd had for Duo since they'd met. He had been cruel, sharp, and rude to hide this, and often ignored the other boy. Despite his comrade's constant attempts to help him and be his friend, he had merely pushed away. All to avoid showing his true feelings. The feelings that Duo had always said were unhealthy to hide. On that note… was he the only one who thought his actions may be a bit unhealthy? He had considered therapy, but his pride would not allow him to take such actions. His mentality aside…

He rubbed a hand across his face, and he felt his blood run cold as he felt something soft on his hand. He looked down at his fingers and sighed. He had forgotten about the dog thing. He then became aware of multiple things at once. That everyone seemed to be up, Trowa was cooking breakfast, he was still in the living room, and that it was five o' clock. It then hit him that it was only six. Six…what was he supposed to do at six? It was something… oh! He was going to teach that dog… Maya, how to write. Why did he agree to that again? He sighed to himself and trotted down to the basement, going out through the opening to the out doors. He padded softly out under the large oak tree in the front, inhaling deeply the fresh air. He curled up and began to wait. And wait…and wait. After two hours, he let out a growl. "What happened to lessons?" He snarled as he walked back inside the house. "Punctuality is obviously not her thing."

As he came back up the stairs, Trowa passed. "Breakfast." He said quietly, returning to the kitchen. Wufei hopped up at his place at the table, and sat, viewing the food before him. "Waffles?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. He looked up at Trowa and glared. "You're enjoying this. I just know it." He said in irritation, for waffles were just as bad to eat as eggs. Trowa merely looked back at him. "Don't speak dog Wufei." He said simply, but Wufei was positive he got the gist of it.

The other pilots arrived one by one. Heero first, Duo next, which was a surprise, with Quatre trailing behind him telling him to get his arm looked at by a qualified physician. Like Sally. At those words, Duo let out an explosive snort. "Sally?" He asked with a chuckle. "She'd probably find three different vaccinations that I "needed" and see how long it takes for me to run away screaming. Shinigami is not going to be reduced to a pin cushion."

Quatre sighed. "Duo, at least see a doctor…"

"They're connected!" He exclaimed. "If I go to one doctor, Sally'll find out from them, and then, to get revenge on me for avoiding finding out what it's like to be a sewing product, she'll schedule an appointment for something "urgent." Mark my words Quat. I am not going."

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Three hours later, Duo was pushed from the house by a babbling Quatre. "I can not believe I'm going to do this." He muttered sullenly. "Quat." He said as a last resort, "I have work today. I can't just skip it for a stupid hole in my arm. Really. Doesn't even-OW! Tro! You're not helping!" He cried as Trowa "accidentally" bumped into his arm.

"See!" Quatre said enthusiastically, realizing this was his chance. "It does hurt. And it could be infected or something! We need to get you to see a doctor. It's not Sally! And don't worry, how can she find out?"

Wufei caught Duo muttering something about the sadistic tendencies of Sally knowing no bounds. Privately, Wufei agreed.

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Wufei left the house quietly, on his own private mission. His job was to find animals who knew about the "Silverwolf." He walked on determinedly, glaring at people as he walked past, resisting the urge to shout at the miserable onnas every time they "cooed" at him. After about a half hour of searching, he decided his glare really did not look all that intimidating at all. This seemed to irritate him further. He couldn't even intimidate people?! He sighed, looking down at the cause of the irritating jingle on his collar. The perpetrator was a set of dog tags, which Yuy had brought upon himself to buy so the incident with the dog catchers would not occur again.

This, however, merely lowered his rapidly disintegrating ego even more. He sighed again. "Why me?" He asked no one in particular. Therefore, he was not expecting an answer.

"Why not?" A voice asked behind him. He jumped, and whirled, paw flying to his gun… which he belatedly realized was not there, and that he was not as stable standing on three paws. This motion upset his balance, and he did a tumble on the floor. He landed, looking quite undignified. If dogs could blush, he would have been the colour of a tomato… in spades.

He turned to the cat standing behind him. She was… not the skinniest of creatures, and she took up a whole "large" cat bed with her enormous girth. She had some of the purest white, sleekest fur he had ever seen though, which largely made up for the "weight problem." She had a very aloof look, and she seemed so elegant, laying there. She seemed like a woman who deserved respect. So, he did something he'd never thought he'd do. He bowed to her. "How do you do miss?"

The cat grinned at him. "Finally learning a bit of respect for women I see?" She asked.

He looked up at her in surprise. "What?!" He asked. "H-how did you…?"

She merely smiled at him, exposing her teeth, which he was unsure of how to interpret this. "I know much about you Chang, Wufei. I know of your past, Merian, Nataku, Shenlong… I know about your problem." She said with a raised eyebrow. "And I may be able to help you."

He felt a chill trail its way along his spine. "What do you mean you know me? How?" He asked. This didn't sound good, and he was backing up a bit. "And how can you help me? Who are you?"

She grinned. "So many questions my young boy." She said with a slow smirk. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself, have I?" She asked, and languidly stretched. She yawned, a row of sharp, white teeth flashing in the sun. She looked strait at him, her ice blue, cold, eyes met his own, and he suppressed a shiver. "My name is Chill," she stated with a smile, and at the next words, her grin grew to something a bit more… predatory. "I'm also known as 'frost' daughter of the Silver Wolf."

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Ohhh, didn't see that coming did you? Or did you? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and I once again apologize for the delay.

R&R? Please? 

-Raiju