Wish: Chapter 4

A/N: I feel happy. Writing this chapter had been very fun... A happy fangirl's fantasy...

Sorry once again for a short chapter. ^_^

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As the two teenagers reached home, their teeth chattered. The icy breeze nipped at their soaked-through bodies.

ChiChi ran to the door, flinging it open. "What happened to you two?!" she exclaimed.

"We... uh... had an accident..." chattered Gohan.

She sighed, then took charge again, pointing up the stairs, "You two! Go get changed right now and bring your wet clothes back down here!"

Gohan and Mirai nodded, then ran up the stairs shivering. Gohan reached his room and held the door open for Mirai, who walked in with a nod. And as Gohan followed him, closing the door behind them, the rugged youth before him paused.

Mirai suddenly turned, smirking slyly. He pinned Gohan to the door, "Need some warming up, Gohan-koi?"

Gohan looked up at him meekly. He saw the glint in Mirai's eyes and knew very well what it meant. Slowly, the glint came to his eyes as well.

Mirai captured his lips and ravaged his mouth with his tongue. Gohan buried his fingers deep into Mirai's lavender hair, and Mirai's hands slowly travelled down Gohan's sides and hooked his fingers into Gohan's pants.

In a few moments, Gohan found himself on Goten's bed (the one next to his), with Trunks on top of him. Slowly, Mirai pulled away with a Vegita-like smirk.

"We're on my brother's bed," Gohan pointed out with a slight chuckle.

"So?" Mirai purred. His tongue teased Gohan's neck and his hand travelled down to the front of his pants, causing a sharp gasp.

"T-Trunks..."

And Mirai laughed. He lifted his body off Gohan and sat him up.

"If being on his bed bothers you soooo mu -- oof!"

Gohan pounced suddenly, knocking Mirai onto the bed opposite. He sat on Mirai's stomach, chuckling, "Yeah, it does bother me..."

He squirmed beneath the teenager, mimicking uncomfort. Gohan smiled and rested his elbows on opposite sides of Mirai's haloed hair. His forehead rested against Mirai's, staring deep into the endless pools of sky.

"But this doesn't." He ground his hips slightly against Mirai's.

Mirai moaned, er, started to. Gohan clasped his mouth over his, sliding his tongue into his mouth. His hands tugged at Mirai's wet shirt, moving beneath it, and brushing across his washboard stomach and chest.

Mirai's hands pulled Gohan's head closer, fingers entwining themselves in his dampened obsidian hair, and his tongue dove deeper.

"...Gohan..." Trunks moaned as he pulled his mouth away suddenly. He looked at the door nervously.

There came a knock, knock, knock.

"Gohan!" came a loud feminine voice.

"Shiiiit," Gohan hissed beneath his breath, "It's Videl!" He stumbled off Trunks, running to the door just as the doorknob turned. He grabbed the doorknob, holding it shut.

"Uh... Videl!" Gohan looked around, "We're uh... not decent! Don't come in!"

"Oh come off it, Gohan, it's nothing I haven't seen before!"

Mirai shot a nasty glare at Gohan. Gohan shook his head rapidly, fearfully, face turning a beet red.

"Fiiine... Hurry up -- you promised we'd work on our science project together!"

"O-okay Videl! Just hang on!" Gohan released the doorknob. He looked at Mirai in a slight panic. Mirai continued to glare at him.

Gohan slumped his shoulders and went to the closet. He flung it open, rooting through the pile of clothes. He tossed a pair of pants and a dark blue shirt to Mirai and pulled out jeans and an orange shirt for himself.

As the two dressed at a quick pace, tossing the wet clothes in a pile by the door. Gohan pulled the shirt over his head to find Mirai completely dressed, and right in his face.

"I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" Gohan pleaded.

Mirai hissed, "I'll talk to you later." His eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. He whipped around, hair catching Gohan in the face.

Gohan sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and followed him.

Mirai opened the door and had a large book shoved in his face.

"Chop chop, Gohan! We've got a lot of work to get done on our physics project!"

Mirai grabbed the book before it whacked him in the nose. Startled by the strength of the human, he pulled the book down to look at her. At first, he didn't see anything. Then, he pulled the book down to his waist, staring down at the tiny woman. Her hair was pulled in pigtails that hung loosely over her shoulders and striking blue eyes stared up at him.

"You're not Gohan..." Videl commented.

"Glad you noticed." He placed the book back in Videl's arms and sidestepped. Gohan, behind him, waved meekly at Videl.

Videl felt her heart flutter slightly at Gohan's wave. She forced the blush down and regained her composeur (sp?).

"Where were you? When I called earlier your mother said you were out with an old friend."

Gohan smiled slowly, "Yeah, I'm sorry Videl. But, Trunks arrived and I haven't seen him since my childhood..."

"Trunks?"

Gohan motioned to Mirai standing beside him. "Videl, this is my friend, Trunks."

Videl folded her arms across the book, "I believe we've met already."

Mirai glowered his eyes and nodded.

Gohan brightened, and turned to Mirai, "Hey! Why don't you come work on the science project with us? You're good at science!"

_No, Gohan! You IDIOT!_ Videl wanted to rip out her hair.

Mirai brightened slightly, "If you really want me to."

"I don't think Videl would mind, would you?" Gohan turned to Videl.

Videl nodded weakly, forcing a smile, "Oh, sure... That would be fine."

Gohan grinned. He lead the trio downstairs, oblivious of the blazing glares that Mirai and Videl exchanged behind his back.

"Bye Mom! We're off to the library!" Gohan opened the door and held it open for his two guests, who immediately returned to their original politeness. "We'll be back after it closes!"

Before ChiChi could protest, Gohan closed the door behind them and lead them to the car.

"So.. who gets shotgun?" Gohan turned, meeting the forced, innocent smiles of his friends.