hoping this decision isn't too hokey... and some language ahead, forwarned

Edward leaned on the cage he was in and then looked at Shiro Kiba.

"You let him go, didn't you?" he asked, watching her.

She turned her head and he did the same.

"The professor said that you usually take people to the ground and either kill them or bring them back. I know the Colonel and he's an in shape guy but no one could outrun a wolf… so that means you let him go."

Shiro Kiba panted, seeming pleased with herself.

"Why? Why would you release him after you bit him? Don't you know that he's turning into a werewolf now because of you?"

Shiro Kiba whimpered and looked away. Edward blinked a little.

"You… you didn't know, did you?" She looked back at him. "You really didn't know you had that ability?" She shook her head slightly. "Then what about the others?"

She moved her head to the door and Edward nodded.

"Ah… he turned them into real wolves before the transformation could take over… So what does he want with me?"

Shiro Kiba didn't answer as the turned around in a circle and then laid down, putting her head on her paws. She sighed and looked up at him. Edward wished she knew how to talk normally…

"Things would be so much easier if you just… spoke."

"Can talk. Not well."

Edward turned swiftly to Shiro Kiba as she turned her head at him.

"What?"

"Can talk. Talk small." She said.

Edward pointed at her. "Holy shit! You can *talk*!" Then he glared at her. "Are you sure you're not a chimaera?"

"No. Just wolf. Talk in blood."

"I see… so you've always known how to talk?" She nodded. "And… does the professor know?"

"Hasch mean. No talk to mean people." She said matter-of-factly.

"I know the feeling…"

"Colonel… turn to man-wolf, yes?"

"That's what it's looking like. It's taking a long time though…"

"Moon make man to wolf."

"Oh… the old full moon thing-"

"No bright moon, dark moon. Light is dark and dark is light."

"What do you mean?"

"Me light, moon dark."

Edward thought for a second. "So because you're all white, the new moon is what makes him turn instead of the full moon?" She nodded. "Why?"

"Has been for all time."

Edward made a face. "Shiro Kiba, why did you let the Colonel go?"

Shiro Kiba lifted her head and looked at Edward, turning it.

"To save from bad man, get men back. He… high enough to make change and find people. Truth be out."

Edward smiled. "Well… at least we know you're not malicious."

Shiro Kiba sniffed but said nothing else. He hoped that no one heard their conversation. He hoped he wasn't going crazy and the conversation had never existed.

Roy had been feeling horrible all day. His arm was killing him to the point of trying to take pain medication. Riza stopped him and go some other medication for him. For now, he was in a small quiet daze as his body seemed to throb all over the place. Things were getting irritatingly enhanced, such as his hearing, smell, taste, and so forth. It was annoying as hell when he could tell Breda was coming to visit based on the fact that he smelled like half an ashtray. Since Breda roomed with Jean, the left over stench from Jean's cigarettes seemed to have attached itself to Breda's work clothes. Normally Roy wouldn't have ever smelled it at all, but with the enhancing of his senses, he could smell the man as soon as he walked into the building.

When Breda would come in, Roy would practically have to grip the sides of the bed in order not to pass out from the smell because it mixed in with whatever Breda had been eating, and he ate a lot. If the lingering smoke smell wasn't bad enough, bread and meats and different scents of food mixed in was enough to make him hurl. He hated that things had turned out this way, but it had and he would have to live with it.

Or so he had said.

Today was a different day. Today, Roy decided that if Breda stepped one foot inside of the building with his disgusting smelly self, he would go meet him personally and then rip his stomach out.

Roy shook his head, realizing what he had just thought. He stared at his hands in complete shock, wondering what was going on. Was he turning? Was it just part of his body getting used to the invasion of wolf saliva? He knew the answer but he didn't want to admit it.

The door opened and Roy looked up in fright from the sudden intrusion. It was Riza. He wondered why he could never smell her when she was in uniform. When she came to visit in her own clothing, he could smell her sweet and delectable scent from miles away practically, but her uniform somehow cut off her smell…

"Are you alright, sir?"

"No… I think… I think I'll be turning into a werewolf soon."

"What makes you say that?" she asked, slight concern on her voice.

"Because I can just feel it. I feel like complete shit, I know that. Not just the arm. Everything feels like it's ten times heavier than it should be and my senses are off the charts. It's so hard to concentrate…" he said, emphasizing his pain by massaging his temples. "I wish this whole thing would just hurry up and be over. I'm tired of the hospital, tired of feeling like hell, tired of all of this."

"I know, sir, but we can't change anything as of right now."

Roy moaned and grabbed his arm, trying to massage it and get it to stop throbbing. Riza watched him, feeling completely useless to her superior. She was supposed to protect him and yet she could do nothing for him.

"Is there anything I can get you?" she asked.

"Something to ease the pain in my arm. It's like nothing I've ever felt before and I just… I can't stand it anymore. I'd rather cut the damned thing off." He snarled.

"I'll see what I can do about that."

Riza left as Roy continued to massage his arm.

As the day progressed, the amount of pain seemed to increase and at one point, Roy was almost reduced to tears from the radiating spasms of sharp pain, followed by dull pulses afterward. The pain medicine may as well had been fore a parakeet because it didn't seem to even hit his arm. Roy just wanted to pain to stop and usually tried to sleep it off but he was woken up from horrid nightmares. So he just laid and suffered, eventually letting whatever way his body wanted to cope with the pain be the way he coped and tears flowed slowly from his eyes. He hated crying but there was really nothing to be done but to take his arm off.

He was so focused on the pain that he didn't even smell Breda come in until he was right next to him. He must have gone to a restaurant that smoked meat.

"Hey, Colonel. Are you alright?"

"No… My arm hurts like hell and now that you're here, you're going to give me a headache." He grumbled angrily.

Breda didn't take any offense to the words, clearly seeing that his superior was in a lot of pain.

"Anything I can do?" Breda asked.

Roy couldn't concentrate. The sun was going down and the pain seemed to be at its highest and Havoc's smoked meat/cigarette smoke scented jacket was pissing him off. He gave a snarl and Breda took a step back.

"Get the fuck out of my room, you fat ass!" Roy snarled, his face seeming to turn feral. "I can't do anything with you here because I choke on your eating habit! Get the hell away from me before I rip your fucking throat out. Better yet, if I just pull out your whole esophagus, you won't have a way to eat and then I can ram my hand into your abdominal cavity and pull out your stomach so that your fat ass can't hold any of the food you put into your mouth!"

Breda blinked at him. "Jeez, Colonel, no need to be cruel..." He spat.

"Did you want me to be nicer about it? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so sensitive, Lieutenant. Did I hire a pussy? If that's the case, I should have looked a little deeper into your personality because I could have sworn you were able to take a fucking order! GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Breda breathed in and gave a salute to him.

"Sir, yes, sir." He said softly, leaving the room.

Roy groaned and fell back onto his pillows. He didn't want to do that. He didn't want to yell at Breda and say horrible things. What was wrong with him? He decided to get up and try to walk around for a bit, maybe clear his head. He would apologize to Breda later. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom when he felt like his head was about to explode. The most eye piercing migraine slammed into the back of his head like a mallet and almost took him off his feet. He stumbled into the bathroom and leaned on the sink. He looked into the mirror and saw that his eyes were bright yellow, his pupils seeming to take over his eyes, the white sclera lost. Around his eyes was darkening into black and he lifted his lip to see that his teeth were elongating. He looked at his hands and noticed his fingernails were darkening and seemed to be shorter than usual. Roy gulped, realizing what was happening and came out of the bathroom to go to the window. The moon wasn't there but the sun was almost down.

He had to get out of there.

He didn't know what to do or how to maneuver around the hospital staff without getting caught when the door opened again and he turned.

"Colonel, what the hell is-" she gasped at him as he growled at her, his lips coming over his teeth. "Colonel…"

"I want out." He said gruffly.

"Out?"

"I have to get out of this hospital. Do you not understand English?" he snapped.

"And what will you do once you're out?"

"What the hell does it matter, Hawkeye?! If you don't move out of the way then I will plow right through you, bitch."

Riza moved out of the way as he headed to the door when a searing pain seemed to explode from within him and he doubled over. He went to his knees, grabbing his stomach.

"Hawkeye, get out of here…" he grunted. "I don't want to hurt you…"

"I'm staying right here, sir."

Roy didn't care anymore as he felt his spine elongating along with his face. He could feel his chin elongating to meet the extension of his nose and upper mouth, teeth shifting into place. His ears traveled up the side of his head and elongated. His muscles bulged out, seeming to get twice as large and defined and Roy tore off his hospital gown in agony, where Riza could see his torso muscles come into shape. The sound of the muscles tearing and pulling along with other muscles moving into proper places made Riza want to vomit, but she stood in the corner, watching. Roy let out a howl of pain as black fur began to erupt from every pore of his body, covering him in almost an instant.

For both Roy and Riza, it had seemed like a lifetime into the transformation, but it had only taken about five minutes, tops. The door opened and Breda looked in.

"Hawkeye-"

He stopped when he saw the werewolf on the floor, his fear of dogs kicking into overdrive, and Roy picked up his head, his yellow eyes staring into Breda's soul.

"BREDA RUN!" Hawkeye yelled as Roy let out a howl and headed straight for his subordinate.

yay he finally transformed! and i forgot that havoc was where edward was so i had to use breda as the scapegoat. not used to him haha. i guess i should get used to him though... either way, hope shiro kiba being able to talk wasn't too off the wall. i figured that her background would account for that, ya know? anyway, onward and forward...