Wish: Chapter 3
A/N: I'm back with another chappy... Thank you muchly for all the wonderful reviews (you people are so impatient! ^_^); I've been depressed lately, so they've helped my wounded ego. *pets ego*
I dedicate this story to all the people who have reviewed! YAY!
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Gohan awoke the next morning and rushed to his window. His bright, hopeful eyes dimmed slightly when he saw the snow-less ground. He slumped his shoulders, shuffling to his closet. He yanked on a pair of slacks and a white t-shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, then stumbled out the door.
From downstairs he heard two kinds of laughter: Adult and child.
"Bulma must be here again." He walked downstairs, stretching, and into the hallway.
Mirai looked towards the hallway, and froze when he saw Gohan. Gohan looked content as he stretched, lifting his shirt and exposing his toned stomach muscles.
ChiChi snapped suddenly, "Gohan! We have company! Say 'Hello'!"
Gohan blinked, dropping his arms. Mirai muttered to himself in disappointment.
Gohan looked from Bulma, to Goten and Trunks wrestling in the corner, then his eyes landed on Mirai. Widening, Gohan stepped forward, "Trunks?"
Trunks quickly bowed, restraining what would have been the biggest smile of his life.
"I haven't seen you in years!" Gohan ran over.
"Yes, it's been a long time."
Bulma beamed, "He's staying with us! Why don't you two go out and train? I know catching up is more of a girl thing, but..."
Gohan grinned, "Yeah! Is it okay, Mom?"
ChiChi nodded.
Goten leapt to his feet, "I wanna come too!"
But this time, ChiChi shook her head, "No, Goten. Gohan and Trunks need some time to catch up."
"Aw... M -- OW!"
Trunks tackled Goten from behind, cutting him off.
Gohan grabbed Mirai's arm. "Let's go before he gets up." He tugged him out the door.
***
After a few hours, Mirai and Gohan were laughing like old friends, laying in the grass beside a lake.
"And -- and you --" Mirai rolled around in painful laughter.
Gohan blushed furiously, covering his face.
Mirai stopped, resting on his side. He watched Gohan with glistening eyes.
Gohan pulled his hands away from his face, then folded them behind his head. "Yes, I did... I didn't mean to, it just happened."
Mirai snickered.
After a few moments of silence, Gohan spoke up, "Why'd you decide to come back... after all these years?"
Mirai lowered his eyes, "Well... After Mom died, I ... I had no where else to go... I remembered that you guys were friendly to me... Well, you, and this mom, were."
Gohan watched him, then clapped a hand on his shoulder. "So, you're staying?"
"Yes." Mirai looked up again, grinning.
"Good." Gohan stood up, staring down at Trunks. "Want to spar again?"
"Sure!" Mirai leapt to his feet, then slipped along the wet bank. He tumbled into the water before he had a moment to react.
When he resurfaced, sputtering, lavender hair plastered to his face, he heard Gohan laughing. Mirai, in annoyance, pushed his hair out of his eyes, then looked up at Gohan.
His eyes were closed, hands clutching at his sides. He knelt in side-splitting laughter.
Mirai smirked. He phased behind Gohan, and planted his boot in the small of his back hard enough to shove him, face first, into the water.
After a few moments, Gohan didn't come up. Mirai waited a few more moments, then cannonballed into the water.
From where he waited, Gohan could see perfectly where Mirai leapt in. He paddled forward as silently as he could, sliding along the lake floor. Directly ahead, Mirai floated, eyes still clenched shut.
Gohan shot forward, grabbing Mirai around the waist from behind. Like Gohan expected, he struggled, startled. Gohan only tightened his grasp.
Mirai looked over his shoulder in a slight panic. He saw Gohan's narrowed, smiling eyes, and nearly fainted.
Gohan pulled him to the surface. He broke the surface gracefully, releasing Mirai, who sputtered once again after him.
"What were you doing?" Mirai coughed, shaking the hair out of his face.
Gohan flushed at the sparkling beauty in front of him. He shook his head quickly, suddenly, and remained treading water.
Mirai watched him. "Something wrong, Gohan?"
"N-No... Nothing..." He paddled to shore. Mirai followed him, hopping onto the bank.
"Never mind about sparring. We need to dry off first." Gohan started to yank off his shirt.
Mirai stared at him, biting his lip to keep his mouth from lolling open.
Gohan glanced at him, noticed the hungry stare. With a red tint to his face, he responded, "Why are you staring?"
"God... You're bea--" Mirai stopped, embarassed.
Gohan grinned. He shuffled closer to Mirai and leaned in.
"What was that?" Gohan whispered.
"B-Beautiful..." Mirai stuttered, praying that Gohan would accept this.
Gohan tilted Mirai's head to his own, touching lips gently. After a moment, he pulled away.
Mirai stared at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"W-Was that for real?"
Gohan nodded.
"For how long?"
"Ever since you left. I've loved you for a long, long time."
"Good." Mirai grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down into a deep kiss.
After a time, Mirai released Gohan. He wrapped his arms around Gohan, stroking his hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too." Then Gohan dropped into silence, thinking for a moment. "My mom will kill us."
"Then don't tell her."
"Okay..." Gohan sat up. "We probably need to head back..."
"What time is it?"
His stomach growled loudly. With a slight laugh, Gohan announced, "Lunch time. Let's go."
He pulled on his shirt, then stood up with Trunks. He glanced shyly at Mirai one last time before rocketing off for home.
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A/N: Too fast? I added some shonen-ai-ness in there for you impatient people. But the story is not yet done. There's gonna be more conflict (I just couldn't wait).
I'm on winter break, so yay!! My stories should come out faster for the next 2 weeks. YAY! I love you guys!
AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!
A/N: I'm back with another chappy... Thank you muchly for all the wonderful reviews (you people are so impatient! ^_^); I've been depressed lately, so they've helped my wounded ego. *pets ego*
I dedicate this story to all the people who have reviewed! YAY!
***
Gohan awoke the next morning and rushed to his window. His bright, hopeful eyes dimmed slightly when he saw the snow-less ground. He slumped his shoulders, shuffling to his closet. He yanked on a pair of slacks and a white t-shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, then stumbled out the door.
From downstairs he heard two kinds of laughter: Adult and child.
"Bulma must be here again." He walked downstairs, stretching, and into the hallway.
Mirai looked towards the hallway, and froze when he saw Gohan. Gohan looked content as he stretched, lifting his shirt and exposing his toned stomach muscles.
ChiChi snapped suddenly, "Gohan! We have company! Say 'Hello'!"
Gohan blinked, dropping his arms. Mirai muttered to himself in disappointment.
Gohan looked from Bulma, to Goten and Trunks wrestling in the corner, then his eyes landed on Mirai. Widening, Gohan stepped forward, "Trunks?"
Trunks quickly bowed, restraining what would have been the biggest smile of his life.
"I haven't seen you in years!" Gohan ran over.
"Yes, it's been a long time."
Bulma beamed, "He's staying with us! Why don't you two go out and train? I know catching up is more of a girl thing, but..."
Gohan grinned, "Yeah! Is it okay, Mom?"
ChiChi nodded.
Goten leapt to his feet, "I wanna come too!"
But this time, ChiChi shook her head, "No, Goten. Gohan and Trunks need some time to catch up."
"Aw... M -- OW!"
Trunks tackled Goten from behind, cutting him off.
Gohan grabbed Mirai's arm. "Let's go before he gets up." He tugged him out the door.
***
After a few hours, Mirai and Gohan were laughing like old friends, laying in the grass beside a lake.
"And -- and you --" Mirai rolled around in painful laughter.
Gohan blushed furiously, covering his face.
Mirai stopped, resting on his side. He watched Gohan with glistening eyes.
Gohan pulled his hands away from his face, then folded them behind his head. "Yes, I did... I didn't mean to, it just happened."
Mirai snickered.
After a few moments of silence, Gohan spoke up, "Why'd you decide to come back... after all these years?"
Mirai lowered his eyes, "Well... After Mom died, I ... I had no where else to go... I remembered that you guys were friendly to me... Well, you, and this mom, were."
Gohan watched him, then clapped a hand on his shoulder. "So, you're staying?"
"Yes." Mirai looked up again, grinning.
"Good." Gohan stood up, staring down at Trunks. "Want to spar again?"
"Sure!" Mirai leapt to his feet, then slipped along the wet bank. He tumbled into the water before he had a moment to react.
When he resurfaced, sputtering, lavender hair plastered to his face, he heard Gohan laughing. Mirai, in annoyance, pushed his hair out of his eyes, then looked up at Gohan.
His eyes were closed, hands clutching at his sides. He knelt in side-splitting laughter.
Mirai smirked. He phased behind Gohan, and planted his boot in the small of his back hard enough to shove him, face first, into the water.
After a few moments, Gohan didn't come up. Mirai waited a few more moments, then cannonballed into the water.
From where he waited, Gohan could see perfectly where Mirai leapt in. He paddled forward as silently as he could, sliding along the lake floor. Directly ahead, Mirai floated, eyes still clenched shut.
Gohan shot forward, grabbing Mirai around the waist from behind. Like Gohan expected, he struggled, startled. Gohan only tightened his grasp.
Mirai looked over his shoulder in a slight panic. He saw Gohan's narrowed, smiling eyes, and nearly fainted.
Gohan pulled him to the surface. He broke the surface gracefully, releasing Mirai, who sputtered once again after him.
"What were you doing?" Mirai coughed, shaking the hair out of his face.
Gohan flushed at the sparkling beauty in front of him. He shook his head quickly, suddenly, and remained treading water.
Mirai watched him. "Something wrong, Gohan?"
"N-No... Nothing..." He paddled to shore. Mirai followed him, hopping onto the bank.
"Never mind about sparring. We need to dry off first." Gohan started to yank off his shirt.
Mirai stared at him, biting his lip to keep his mouth from lolling open.
Gohan glanced at him, noticed the hungry stare. With a red tint to his face, he responded, "Why are you staring?"
"God... You're bea--" Mirai stopped, embarassed.
Gohan grinned. He shuffled closer to Mirai and leaned in.
"What was that?" Gohan whispered.
"B-Beautiful..." Mirai stuttered, praying that Gohan would accept this.
Gohan tilted Mirai's head to his own, touching lips gently. After a moment, he pulled away.
Mirai stared at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"W-Was that for real?"
Gohan nodded.
"For how long?"
"Ever since you left. I've loved you for a long, long time."
"Good." Mirai grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down into a deep kiss.
After a time, Mirai released Gohan. He wrapped his arms around Gohan, stroking his hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too." Then Gohan dropped into silence, thinking for a moment. "My mom will kill us."
"Then don't tell her."
"Okay..." Gohan sat up. "We probably need to head back..."
"What time is it?"
His stomach growled loudly. With a slight laugh, Gohan announced, "Lunch time. Let's go."
He pulled on his shirt, then stood up with Trunks. He glanced shyly at Mirai one last time before rocketing off for home.
***
A/N: Too fast? I added some shonen-ai-ness in there for you impatient people. But the story is not yet done. There's gonna be more conflict (I just couldn't wait).
I'm on winter break, so yay!! My stories should come out faster for the next 2 weeks. YAY! I love you guys!
AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!