Author: Asuka Kureru
+ Part 6
The taste of his friend's blood in his mouth was like a slap in the face.
Kind of painful, but helped him regain his senses.
'what the Hell am I doing?!?'
Heero slowly calmed down and straightened up. Surprised by his sudden
lack of resistance, Trowa dragged him back, nearly tumbling; then froze
a second, trying to judge his mood.
His eyes had returned to be as unexpressive as ever. Quatre thought the
crisis was probably finished. He didn't feel anything alarming anymore.
"Heero? You're calmed down? You think you can keep yourself in check?"
asked Duo, sounding like he had troubles keeping his own anger in check.
'But Quatre, Quatre's blood...'
"Hn... yeah, I'm ok. Let me go."
They didn't have any reason not to believe him. He was sounding calmer
than he had been for weeks. And most of the hairs on his arms and nape
were back under his skin... Weirded out, Trowa decided that it was sort
of a proof, and let him go before he cautiously stepped back, ready to
dodge and counterattack. But Heero didn't move at all.
"Hee- Heero?" Quatre succeeded in uttering. "You... You...
Heero sighed and shrugged, stupefying them. He lowered his eyes and hesitated
for a long time before dropping his bombshell.
"I've become a werewolf."
"You what? Excuse me Yuy, it seems I've misheard you, I heard that
you said you were a..." Wufei faltered.
"I'm a fucking WEREWOLF, ok?!?"
Silence fell on the room.
"You heard." sighed Heero.
"You... sure?" asked Trowa, but at this moment, his eyes happened
to wander on the furred, long and definitely animalistic ears still poking
out of the boy's hair, and then, he just shut up.
"I... change, with the moon, and I heal faster, and all of this stuff.
And I... Damn. Duo?" asked Wing's pilot in a quiet voice, glancing
at him ashamedly.
Maxwell knew what he was asking for. He groaned, but he knew that when
Heero had this tone, Duo couldn't stop himself from doing as he wanted.
Because he sounded as if mister best-of-the-bestest, I-prefer-to-wobble-on-a-broken-leg-all-damn-night-rather-than-letting-anyone-touch-my-Gundam
needed the help, needed him, and that was... impossible
"Frankly, you could do it yourself... But OK, man, I'll explain what
I can..." sighed DeathScythe's pilot.
The other three pilots stared at them, integrating the fact that Duo had
seemed surprised by Heero's violence, but not by his physical changes...
and now, Heero was asking him to...
"YOU KNEW IT, MAXWELL!!!" Wufei bellowed, sounding hurt and
The worry and the incertitude accumulating in Duo since this day finally
melted into anger.
"YEAH I KNEW IT!!!" he bellowed back. "I've known for TWO
days, since that fucking mission went bad!!"
Heero winced and his ears flopped slightly down to dampen the shouts.
His hearing couldn't take this kind of abuse, now even less than before.
"How?" asked Trowa very calmly, his eyes still glued on the
Said pilot was sitting on the windowsill, and seemed to be trying to reach
a decision about jumping head first or no, depending on his seeing the
other pilots' discovery as a good thing for the group or as a personal
failure to hide a secret.
Duo's grin took an ironic edge, but Quatre couldn't have said if the irony
was directed toward Wufei or himself.
"Well, you know, when you fall asleep beside a brown-furred, blue-eyed
wolf with a scar on his shoulder and you wake up beside a brown-haired,
blue-eyed boy with a scar on his shoulder ... Especially when the said
wolf isn't really normal sized and has a grudge against OZ soldiers...
And he acts like a soldier... And the boy you're suspicious about acts
strangely since himself has been bitten by a big, strange wolf ... And
he has a tendency to heal really too fast and to open throats barehanded,
with his nails or claws or whatever... Etceteras...Usually you wonder
"You didn't tell us," stated Trowa in a tone that was slightly
less neutral than usually, only proof of his actual state of shock.
"What did you want me to say? Hi, guys, how's it going today, and,
oh, by the way, did you know that Heero's a werewolf? Why, yes, I saw
him the other day in his furry form... Yeah, right! As if you would have
even thought about believing me! And it was Heero's secret to tell, not
mine," sighed the American. "And... I was a little... Shocked...
Crap, to learn that one of your buddies is a bloody werewolf is not something
you expect everyday!"
"A werewolf", repeated Quatre, beginning to laugh.
His dream... the dream where a beast that was Heero anyway ripped his
throat out in an endless, hostile forest...
Duo stared at him suspiciously. Why was he under the impression that Quatre's
laugh was verging on hysterical?
"Heero became a werewolf... because he had been bitten by a werewolf...?
No?" the golden-haired boy succeeded in explaining to them.
He was shaking harder and harder.
He lifted his hand up toward them. On his forearm, a teeth imprint with
too-big canines was still bleeding.
"Oh, Heero... Please... It only works when you're a wolf, isn't it...?
Tell me it works only when you're a wolf!"
The Japanese boy turned around and stared at him in silence before approaching
him, without a sound. He stopped two meters before he was actually in
range and glanced at him, as if he was afraid of looking into his terrified
eyes. He held out his hand, and after a while, Quatre gave him his shaking
limb. The brown-haired pilot bent slightly, sniffing at the sweaty palm,
before glancing at its owner.
"Sorry, Quatre..." he mumbled, in a voice where you really could
"No... NO!!" The smaller pilot screamed, dropping boneless on
A... Werewolf... A monster of legend... Not human... not anymore...
Strangely, the first thought that came to his mind was 'what is Father
going to think?' He would have some problems being the perfectly well-behaved
host that all the young ladies wanted to marry at those business parties
He began to rock himself mechanically, shell-shocked, his green-blue eyes
staring off in space.
Trowa stepped forward and went to put a hand on his shoulder, but Heero
got to the blond boy first. He knelt in front of his victim and put his
hands on the boy's shoulders, turning him around to face him. Quatre looked
at him, his lashes glistening.
"Quatre... Quatre, I... Gomen nasai, I wasn't in control of myself..."
Heero mumbled, so low and soft that the other pilots wondered for a second
if they weren't imagining it. "Calm down, it's not so terrible...
All will be ok... "
His voice was strangely soft, and he seemed ... worried was the best word.
The other three pilots stared at him incredulously, refusing to accept
that this anxious face and this kind voice were really coming from Heero-I-am-a-war-machine-Yuy.
Quatre was still rocking, a hysterical chuckle escaping him from time
to time, with tears welling up in his eyes. Kindly, Heero caressed one
of his damp cheeks and gently taped his shoulder.
"It will be ok, Quatre, it'll be ok..."
He stepped back, perplexed and undecided about what he could do, unused
to care for crying people, then took a decision.
"You should get some rest, maybe you'll feel better afterwards. "
Quatre nodded and tried to get up, but his shaking legs weren't holding
him up. Trowa caught his arm before he could nose-dive. The blond trembled
slightly before looking up at him and giving in thanks a parody of his
usual soft smile.
"Sorry, I shouldn't act like that ... It's not as ... As..."
he stammered. Suddenly, he felt his legs fold under him once again, and
Trowa had to keep him up. "I don't understand why my legs are doing
that..." he complained absently. "I know I am too emotive, but
not that much..."
Trowa frowned and put a hand on his forehead.
"Heero, he's getting fevered, is it normal?"
"Already?!" the other boy exclaimed, surprised.
"So, it is normal?" Trowa asked again, not in the mood to guess
or wait patiently for the complete answer.
"Yes," Heero frowned.
A cold stare from Trowa encouraged him to elaborate.
"It happened to me too. But I had half an hour before beginning to
feel dizzy. He's touched fast... His antibodies are probably less resilient
than mine. But I was modified by J, so..."
Receiving a glare for his going into a tangent, Heero continued to count
all of the side effects he could think of.
"For a few days, I had fevers, dizzy spells, and I felt very ill
and ready to vomit anytime, even if I couldn't get enough to eat in between,
but it didn't last much more than a week. After that, I felt... a little
less able to concentrate for a long time, for approximately three days,
I guess. For a few hours I couldn't even read, I forgot the beginning
of the sentences before arriving to the end. And mood shifts, as you saw,
although they are worse by night... And I am still feeling slightly more
hungry than I was used to, so I suppose it is not going to go away. He'll
need red meat too. It's more filling."
Heero looked disapprovingly at Quatre who, feeling slightly better, was
stepping away from Trowa's support. And not without reasons; he had to
catch Sandrock's pilot before the boy kissed the ground not a second after.
Heero gave an undecipherable look at Quatre, then without thinking about
it anymore, bent to put an arm under his knees and the other around his
shoulders, and lifted the boy off the ground before resolutely attacking
the stairs with the blond pilot in his arms.
"You have to rest" he answered sternly when the boy protested.
"It won't be long before you fall asleep."
They disappeared in the staircase, letting behind the other pilots still
shell-shocked and trying to cope.
Duo was, like always, the first to be able to talk again.
"Well, shiiiiiit... You saw how he was with lil'Cat? Woohoo... Tro-man,
old buddy, you should have made your move earlier, you lost your place..."
Trowa stared at him but didn't say a thing, just let his eyes become colder.
"I don't have the first clue what you're talking about, Maxwell"
he said finally, when the said Maxwell showed no signs about stopping
to babble about the golden occasion the HeavyArms'pilot had missed.
"Well, if you had your sights on Quatre, it's too late, 'cause if
Heero-I-am-a-polar-bear-Yuy takes the trouble to care for him, it can't
be innocent... And now that he's a Were, I dunno how you'll be able to
enter the competition, he could bite you by pure jealousy..."
Trowa considered a moment the thought of hitting the annoying pilot behind
he head, but it would only give him a proof that he had hit a mark. Where
it was not at all the case. He didn't have any interests of this kind
for Quatre, nor for anyone now that he went around to it. He didn't need
this kind of relationship, didn't need any relationship. They were in
a war, and he was there to serve as a soldier, not to flirt. If Yuy wanted
to have a relationship with the little blond, it was their problem, as
long as it didn't prevent them from accomplishing their missions.
And Heero had changed, true, but not to this extend. It was his self control
that had been damaged, not his libido. He didn't see why, like Duo said,
he should be jealous.
He wasn't jealous at all. After all, why should he...?
Quatre was only his first, only and best friend. Nothing to be possessive
...He should probably go upstairs to see if the smaller boy didn't need
Wufei shrugged and let himself fall on the nearest chair, and pressed
his hands on his temples.
" Nataku..." he muttered, in a totally incredulous and spent
tone of voice.
If Duo had believed in any god apart from one that didn't take kindly
about being invoked for such trivial matters, he would probably have done
the same thing. What a mess...
* * *
Heero pushed back the door with a shoulder and went to put Quatre down
on his bed. The little blond huddled under the covers, shaking, and looked
at him strangely before lowering his eyes. Heero stared at the boy for
a few seconds, frowning faintly, then leaned toward him.
"Y-yeah?" he answered, voice shaking badly.
No, Heero was not mistaken... Sighing imperceptibly, he straightened up
and stepped away from the bed.
"You can't stay alone for now... I am going to ask for one of the
others to come and take care of you. Do you have a preference?"
"Err... No, I..."
"I'll ask Trowa, then," Heero said experimentally.
Two seconds later, as Quatre was looking confused and lowered his head,
Heero authorized a small smile to play on his lips.
The Wolf was decidedly efficient to understand non-verbal communication.
* * *
A few minutes later, Heero walked back from the first floor. Three suspicious
stares fixated themselves on him.
"Trowa, do you mind staying up at Quatre's?" he asked in a neutral
"Why don't you?" the boy asked, an eyebrow raised in question.
"He's afraid of me" admitted the brown-haired boy with a seemingly
Trowa raised an eyebrow higher, his way to encourage explications.
"He didn't tell me but I can smell it. It's a very distinct scent."
"And why not Wufei or me?" Duo asked.
"He needs to be reassured. Wufei..." he said before looking
at Shenlong's pilot and shaking his head. "Wufei wouldn't know how
to, not any better than me. And you... "
"I'm his best pal!" protested the American.
"He needs to rest, not to hear you chatter for hours on the advantages
and inconveniences of being a werewolf."
He tensed and stared back at his comrades.
"Weeeell, lycanthropy can change a man!! before, you didn't even
take the trouble of answering and now, you're talking back like that?
Bite me!!" Duo exclaimed jokingly.
"Be careful, I could take you up on the offer..." Heero warned
him with a menacing little smirk.
"You'd better not, Yuy; can you imagine him as a bigger chatterbox
than he is now?" Wufei was sprawled out on his armchair, in a totally
new posture for him.
Wing's pilot snorted.
"Quatre is alone," he reminded Trowa.
Trowa glanced at him and left for the stairs. Once he had disappeared,
Heero smirked slightly.
"What did you say?" asked Duo.
"Nothing" answered Heero, glancing at Maxwell innocently.
Duo didn't buy it for a second.
* * *
Quatre and Trowa were acting so differently when they were in the same
room, and even their scent changed so much, but if they were waiting for
the other to drop a hint about his feelings, they didn't realize it.
The Soldier was screaming at him, furious that he would take the time
to concern himself with playing matchmaker.
The Wolf was laughing his ass off.
He found it way funnier to listen to the Wolf. And easier at the moment.
* * *