Sorry I took so long to update! I was trying to build maybe a little suspense, but its probably way too obvious what happens now anyways.

Disclaimer: JP's characters and ideas of the wings and all that, not mine. Only the plot.

Fang screamed, and as it echoed around the room it sent shivers down my spine and made my eyes flare open wide and my jaw drop in horror. No! I screamed in my head. Not here, not now! Why, why, why?!

He yelled again, a blood curdling scream that he tried unsuccessfully to hide, with his back arching and twisting as he rolled over again and again, almost falling off the bed. I grabbed his arm just in time and pulled him back to the middle as he let out yet another scream of pain. His eyes were huge and his pupils were switching between so small they were barely noticeable and almost filling his irises. I couldn't help but put my hand over my mouth, thinking of the pain he would be going through. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as I held his hand tightly, watching him twist and turn. I closed my eyes every time he screamed or tried to hide it, and could only watch what was happening and feel him squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost losing circulation. There was sweat dripping down his face, more every minute, and it was starting to soak through his clothes. Ew. Then I got an idea to help.

I let go of his hand for a second and his eyes focused on me, silently pleading, and ran down the hallway to search for a bathroom. I opened three of the gold patterned doors before I found it: a giant room all by itself with two bathtubs an enormous shower and a toilet in the far corner, with a mirror on the entire other wall above two marble sinks. I grabbed the first towel I saw and turned the cold knob on the bathtub, drenching the towel as fast as I could. As soon as it was cold enough I ran back into the room where Fang's screams and grunts were coming from.

I jumped on the bed and slowly drained out a little of the water on his body to cool it down, since there was too much water in the towel. He sighed a little in relief, and then hissed and his eyes tightened as he tried not to scream. I folded up the towel and put it on his forehead. He sighed and his eyes focused on me as he whispered "Thank you," so softly I could barely hear him. I gave him a tiny smile as he closed his eyes and tried to relax before the next wave of pain hit.

This happened for about an hour with me running back and forth a few times to the bathroom to get the towel soaked again. Finally, he stopped hissing and screaming in pain and just lay there, exhausted. I rubbed his arm as he tried to calm down, scared. I could plainly see it in his eyes when he looked up at me later, and I put my other arm that wasn't being used and put it around his neck, pulling him into an awkward hug. He weakly put his hand on my waist and buried his head in my neck.

"Max… what just… happened?" he whispered, gulping in my ear.

"Come on, Fang. I'll show you." I told him, and he nodded. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled back, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. When he stood he almost fell, so I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him to the bathroom. He blinked as I turned on the bright lights, then leaned against the bathtub I had used for the towels.

He was too weak to take off his own shirt- as I had been too, though I hadn't needed to- and tried to refrain from staring at his sculpted chest. I gently turned him around to see his jet black-almost-blue wings sticking out, much like I assume mine would be. The skin around them was tomato red, and there were tiny down feathers sticking out between the larger ones. I gently held touched his back, without thinking, and he hissed. I pulled my hand back like it was burned, and he looked at me over his shoulder from the corner of his eye.

"It's what I think it is, isn't it?" he asked, but it was more like a statement. I could only nod.

"Try using your muscles and extend them. It'll feel better." I reassured him, and his shoulders flexed a few times as he tried to find which muscles they were. When he moved his back a little they started opening, and he gasped as the tips appeared behind his shoulder and he watched, in a trance, as they fully extended. The feathers rustled and settled together as some of the down feathers fell to the ground. It was beautiful, really. They were beautiful. When I had had my wings fully extended in my bathroom, they touched the corners. In this bathroom, I could probably fit five times my wingspan in and still not touch the walls; it was that amazingly huge.

We both just stared at his wings. I couldn't help but reach out to touch them, and they were the softest things I had ever felt, almost like a baby chick's down. They were all black, like raven feathers, and they changed colors when he moved them: black to purple, purple to blue, and even a little bit of orange and green mixed in.

I went around to face him, and he just stared at me with fear in his eyes, and he didn't even try to hide it.

"What happens now, Max?" He questioned as I stroked the other side of his feathers. They were just as soft, maybe even softer. I stopped and looked him in the eye.

"I'm not sure. I guess we just have to wait and see, Fang." I told him honestly. You really can't lie to your best friend. Have you ever tried? Well, it doesn't feel good. I mean, not that I've ever lied to my best friend…

Fang sat on the edge of the tub and pulled his wings in, rolling his shoulders. I couldn't help but notice his pecks move, and I looked away quickly but he still noticed. He smirked, and I just traced the golden pattern on the floor. It was more triangles, like in the front room.

"Do you notice anything else that changed?" I asked suddenly, thinking of my vision and how light I had felt. Not to mention my air sacs. Fang raised an eyebrow, thinking in his perverted ways. I smacked his shoulder, and he pouted and held his arm in mock-hurt. "Not like that, perv. Like, do you feel lighter, do you have better vision…?" he thought for a moment, staring into the mirror.

"I do, actually. I feel lighter, and like I have way better vision than I did, and better hearing. Like, I can hear my parents way on the other side of the house." He scoffed and shook his head. Then he put a hand on his stomach and his brow furrowed as he stared at his abs. I tried not to drool, so I just watched his face. "Is that air?!"

I chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I thought the same thing. They're air sacs. You know, how birds need to have air sacs to fly in high altitudes to get all of the oxygen out of the air." I pointed out, and he nodded, realization on his face.

"Ah. So, we really are birds now, huh? Man that is so weird to say." He mumbled to himself and I smiled at him, nodding.

"Yeah, we are. But only 2%, my mom said." My jaw tightened as I said that, and it didn't go unnoticed by Fang. He wrapped his arm around my waist (a little too close to my butt for me) and pulled me closer on the slippery tile of the tub. I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head on his chest, ignoring the fact that he was shirtless.

"Don't worry, Max. We'll get through this, I promise." He whispered in my hair, and I let myself believe it instead of shooting down his hopes with my stupid logic.

I just buried my head into his chest for comfort, tightening my arms on his waist. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad with Fang by my side.

Huh, or not.

Sorry if it's a little OOC, it's just how I pictured it would be. And, does anyone else really want to live in his house? And I know its made up, but that would be the coolest thing ever to live in a house like that. That would be so awesome. :P So, REVIEW!!! Tell me if you have any ideas, or any constructive criticism you would like to share with me. :)

Till later~

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