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An: It took five years to get this one chapter out. Sorry for the wait. I'm not sure how long it's going to take to get the next one out, so I'm going to go ahead and give out the ok to anyone who want to write their own version if they get tired of waiting. Just please let me know so that I could read it too.

Warning: English is not my first language, so please forgive me if they're any mistakes grammar or spelling wise. I'll try to catch as many as I can.

Summary: Usagi turns into a cat and get adopted by the gundam boys.

Cat for a Week

Day 3

Wufei Chang had suspected that the thing Winner and Maxwell brought back wasn't so much a cat as it was a pig.

Sitting outside a McDonald restaurant, watching as the cat scarfed down her second bag of cat food, Wufei had to wondered how he managed to get himself roped into tagging along with these idiots and their mascot.

The knock on his door that morning should have been his first warning that something was up.

It had been an unspoken and unwritten agreement in the safehouse that every man there was there for himself. Those who left alone would be left alone. Since Wufei had no urge to talk with any of the others, he preferred the solitude, and with the exception of a few curt nods to Yuy if they crossed path, he had kept to the rule.

So had the others.

Until the knock on his door.

This abrupt change in routine made his guard go up and he was wary when he opened the door to see a pair of eyes trying to puppy dog him. Maxwell tried to look as innocent as possible as he held the kitten in the crook of his arm.

"You've got a car, right?" Maxwell asked. "Can I borrow it? I want to take little Silver to the vet."

Wufei's eyes took in the cat.

Little Silver? No doubt named after the color of its fur. Wufei felt an overwhelming sense of pity for the creature already.

"No," he said. He was about to shut the door in Maxwell's face when a boot stopped his door from fully closing.

"Aw, come on," Maxwell pleaded. "The nearest Vet's like four miles and I don't have a car."

Wufei snorted. "Then call a cab."

"I don't have any money!"

"Your problem."

He stomped on Maxwell's foot with his heel and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it. He sat in the middle of his floor and was about to return to his meditation when his door swung opened.

"What if I say please?" Maxwell asked. He came in uninvited.

Wufei eyed the small bobby pin in Maxwell's hand with a look of contempt.

"No. Go away." Wufei crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

Maxwell's aggravating voice broke through his contemplation. "Please? Pretty Please?"

Wufei barely had time to take a deep, calming breath before something was shoved under his nose. With annoyance, Wufei shoved the kitten away. It was bad enough looking at the thing, he didn't need to smell it on top of everything else.

"Ever heard of personal space?" he snarled.

"Ever heard of love thy neighbor?" was the retort.

Wufei looked at the way Maxwell was dressed. Christian? Catholic? The hair was a little unorthodox, though.

"Hey. Does that hurt?" Maxwell asked in curiosity.

"What hurts?" Wufei was annoyed to find himself, somehow, pulled into Maxwell's frankly disjointed pace.

"That goose on your head," the braid hair fool pointed.

Wufei rubbed his forehead with a grimace. The blond had one hell of a left hook.

"Doesn't hurt a bit," he gritted his teeth. He noticed Maxwell raising an eyebrow. "How's the nose?"

He sneered in satisfaction when he saw Maxwell gingerly touched his swollen nose.

"I think that guy has bricks for hands," Maxwell complained.

Wufei snorted. "Be glad Yuy held back."

"That was holding back?" Maxwell gapped. "Wait. His name is Yuy?"

Somehow, Wufei managed to hold back an insult.

Maxwell seemed to remember the reason he was there in the first place. "Anyway, about the car-"

"No."

"What if I take Quatre with me?

"The blond?"

"Yeah," Maxwell grinned.

"In that case…no."

"Don't be such an ass," Maxwell said.

"And calling me an ass it would make me want to give you my car more?"

Maxwell shrugged. "I call em' how I see em'."

Wufei's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Wait," Maxwell held up his hands. "What if you go with me?"

"What?"

"You can drive me. That way, I get a ride to the vet to get poor Silver checked out and you get to keep an eye on your car."

"Yuy has a car," Wufei grunted. "Why don't you go bother him?"

"I'm not suicidal," Maxwell deadpan.

Against his will, Wufei felt his mouth twitched.

"How about this? I give you the counter dye," Maxwell grinned. He gestured to Wufei's purple hair. "It'll wash that right off. All you have to do is give me a ride. What do you say?"

Maxwell held out a hand.

Wufei thought on it for a moment before reluctantly taking Maxwell's hand. It irked being blackmailed. It had taken him two days to get over the itching and the fear that his hair was going to fall out. So far nothing he's tried had managed to get rid of the dye. In another time and place, he would have probably admired Duo's ingenuity. As it was, Wufei was still pissed at being the victim of the prank.

Wufei put more strength into the handshake then necessary.

"If that thing scratches or pees in my car, I'm going to toss it out the window."

"Silver won't do that. Will ya, girl?"

Maxwell got up and happily bounce out the room. "We'll leave in ten minutes," he hollered back.

Wufei felt a headache brewing.

It got bigger when Maxwell invited the blonde along.

In the long drive (long for him), Wufei had to suffer through listening to Maxwell and Winner play twenty questions.

Maxwell grew up in an Orphanage on L2.

Winner was born on L4.

Maxwell was an only child. At least as far as he knew.

Winner had thirty plus sisters (much to Maxwell delight).

Maxwell liked to fix anything electronic in his spare time.

Winner liked music and could play the violin.

"Shut-up!" Wufei snarled. He drew the line when they started to ask him questions. Questions he didn't feel comfortable answering. He was relieved when they pulled up into animal clinic's parking lot.

Wufei was planning on staying in the car. He was going to wait until they were inside before he took off and stranded them there.

Maxwell's must have sense something.

"Come on," Maxwell hauled him out.

So much for leaving them stranded.

Wufei reluctantly went inside with them.

...

They made a strange image Usagi was sure.

Three teenage boys who looked like they got mauled by a bear, walking into the clinic with a tiny kitten.

Duo with a broken nose and swollen cheek; Quatre with multiples scratches and bruises, and the Chinese boy, Wufei, with nasty looking bump on the head…Usagi could feel the dubious stares as everything in the clinic came to a stand still.

"Can I help you?" The pretty assistant at the desk asked. She frowned. "The nearest hospital is about a mile down-"

"No. No." Duo gave her his most charming smile. "We're here for little Silver."

He placed Usagi on the desk.

"She's adorable!" The assistant exclaimed. She smiled as she looked at Usagi, who puffed her chest out slightly. It was nice to be told she was pretty, even if she was a cat. High on the praise, Usagi didn't even mind it when the assistant reached over to play with her paw. "How old is she?"

"Uh," Duo seemed at a lost. "We sort of found her."

"You picked her off the street?" The girl frowned.

"Sort of," Duo shrugged. "Anyway, can we get her checked out?"

The girl nodded. "First, we need you to fill out these forms. White are medical and the pink are insurances forms." She handed them one of those clipboards with the pens that swung on a chain.

Usagi couldn't help herself. It was shiny and it was swaying. She crouched down with her bottom up and eyes wary before she attacked the pen. She was so entranced in playing that she almost missed the next bits of conversations.

"Insurance forms?" Duo looked confused.

"Yes. You do have pet insurance, don't you?" the girl asked patiently. "Otherwise, your pet care can get pretty expensive."

"I'm afraid we don't have pet insurance," Quatre smile. He slid his credit card across the counter. "I'll like to pay it straight up if you don't mind."

"Sure. Please fill out the medical form and have a seat. The vet will be with you shortly." The girl handed Quatre back his card.

They took the seats closest to the magazine rack.

"I was just going to have her bill me," Duo said with shrug. "But since you already paid, I'll make sure to pay you back as soon as I can."

"There's nothing to pay back," Quatre assured. He took Usagi away, so that Duo could fill the form unhindered.

Disappointed, Usagi settled back in Quatre's arms. She blew a raspberry at a dog that growled at her.

"Let's just get this over with," Wufei grumbled.

"Ok," Duo glanced down at the clipboard. After five minutes, the only things the boys could fill out was the name and physical description.

Usagi was unhappy when Duo had put small (Quatre's suggestion) on the line that describe her size. On the other hand, it was better than what Duo wanted to put originally; scrawny.

Wufei had wanted to put down puny.

Usagi watched as Duo ambled over to the window to hand in the forms. He took a few extra minutes to flirt before he came back with a slip of paper triumphantly.

"Aren't you supposed to be some sort of priest?" Wufei asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I can look. I just don't touch," Duo grinned as Quatre shook his head.

While they waited for their name to be called, Duo and Quatre cooed over her, and Wufei tried to pretend he wasn't with them.

"Silver Maxwell Winner Chang?" An assistant called from the side door; ten minutes later.

"Wait, how did I get drag into this?" Wufei looked as if he had swallowed a particularly sour lemon. "You changed the name when you were up there!"

Duo just grabbed him by the arm and hustled him across the room.

"Silver Maxwell Winner Chang? Oh, hi. Wow, that's a mouthful," the assistant commented when they came to her. She showed them to a room. "Just place her on the table and the vet will be in shortly."

When the door closed, Wufei exploded. His loud voice made Usagi cringe and cover her ears. "Why does that thing have my name?"

"Why not? She could be like the daughter we never had," Maxwell grinned.

Daughter? Usagi was dubious. She had mixed feelings about these boys (barely older than she was) considering themselves her fathers. She watched as Wufei turned an angry shade of red.

"What the hell kind of logic is that? I only came because I want my hair back to normal!" Wufei abruptly latched onto the daughter bit. "A bit young to be thinking about kids, aren't you?"

Quatre spoke up quietly. "I believe that the chances of any of us living long enough to have children is very slim." He smiled down gently at Usagi. It was a sad, little smile.

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

Usagi couldn't help but think that she had missed a large portion of the conversation. Why wouldn't they grow up and have kids?

Usagi was horrified.

Did they have some incurable disease? That was awful! She nuzzled her face into Duo's hand, trying to comfort him.

"It's a cat," Wufei finally said. To Usagi, it sounded as if he too exhausted to even keep up the anger. "Not a kid."

They were interrupted when the vet walked in.

"Ok, Silver Maxwell Winner Chang. That's a mouthful," the vet said in amusement.

Duo looked proud.

Usagi had suffered what felt like hours of being poked and prodded, some in mortifying places, before the vet pronounced her healthy and gave her several shots.

The only highlight of the day was when Duo had wheedled the Chinese boy into taking them to McDonald.

She didn't get any food, other than finishing the second small bag of cat food they had gotten on the way. Even with her big eyes, she couldn't get Duo to give her a piece of his big mac or fries. The vet had warned them about giving her human food. Usagi had to be content with her own meal and sitting on Duo's lap. She was comfortably drowsy as the sunlight warmed her. Her eyes were closed and she was half asleep when she heard Duo's voice.

"What's the deal with that Yuy guy?"

The one who held her at gunpoint? Usagi yawned.

"I mean, seriously! Pointing a gun at a defenseless animal?"

Duo sound very insulted.

"He's allergic," Wufei's voice answered.

By that point, Usagi was drifting off.

"Really?" Maxwell's voice had an odd tone.

Usagi had only known Duo Maxwell for three days, but even she could tell by his voice that he was planning something mischievous and underhanded. Probably something that would get him in hot water. Usagi felt sorry for this Yuy-boy.

Then, she remembered the gun pointed at her and a pair of beautiful cold eyes.

Huh, Usagi thought, as she fell asleep.

Maybe she should feel sorry for Duo instead.