Wishing Well
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Dragon Ball Z. Even my pants are on loan. Don't sue me.
Disclaimer: This is my first fic. Expect it to suck. Don't hurt me.
Legend: "…" = speech
'…' = thought
~~~ = beginning/ending of flashback
"…and that's how it all ended."
Miroku had finally finished the story of the Shikon no Tama, Naraku, Kikyou, Kagome, and Inuyasha. Inuyasha had tried hard not to join in, but he couldn't stand how Miroku was portraying him as a two-timing, arrogant, irritable bastard. He wasn't a two-timer!
Gohan was surprised at the adventures this group of people had stumbled into. He thought the Z senshi were the only people who could possibly end up in these types of situations. Naraku's form seemed eerily similar to Cell's, and Gohan found himself fighting the horrible flashbacks.
The men had talked so long that the sun had risen. The village was awake and they hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
"Shimatta, I hate when I don't get any sleep," Miroku muttered angrily.
Gohan groaned loudly.
"I would love a good soak in my dad's bathtub. Or one of those hot springs that are all around Krillen and Master Roshi's island."
Inuyasha leapt out of the tree, almost crash-landed into Miroku, and smirked wildly as the frazzled monk threatened him from his position on the ground. With a self-satisfied smirk, he turned to Gohan, who was busy stretching.
"We've got a hot spring nearby, and we should be able to soak for a while before the bitches wake up…ITAI!"
Miroku's staff stood out from between Inuyasha's ears, as Gohan sniggered behind the monk.
"You mean before the young ladies wake up, don't you Inuyasha?"
Inuyasha rubbed the tender lump on his head, and silently vowed to drown the monk.
"Shut up bouzu and let's go. Feh!"
Sango woke up, feeling rather unrefreshed. She had tossed and turned all night, trying to remember just when her treacherous body had begun to miss Miroku's gropes. She sighed quietly as she tried to find her yukata and bath items.
Videl woke up bleary-eyed and woozy, her cheek feeling like a swollen mess. She really wished that Gohan had told her he was an alien before she thought of conning him into hitting her.
'Itai, itai, itai! I need a cold compress.'
Videl tried to move her muscles, but the landing in the well seemed to have left them cramped.
'Mou, I need a hot bath to soak in, THEN a cold compress.'
Videl sorted through the few capsules she had to reveal one that was marked TOILETRIES.
Kagome woke up with her eyes stuck together. A quick rub revealed that her tears, which she had cried in her sleep, had dried her lids shut.
'Baka Inuyasha, why don't you care?'
Kagome reached absently in her pack for her bathbag.
All three girls finally became aware of the others' existence. Sango smiled wearily as she grabbed her bath gear.
"Videl, you have a choice between a hot springs and a cold river. Which would you prefer?"
Videl thought carefully.
"Which one is Miroku not at?"
Kagome and Sango laughed knowingly as they remembered their own struggles to hide from the lecherous monk. Kagome slipped her arm through Videl's right arm, as Sango slipped her own through Videl's left.
"Miroku hardly ever goes to the hot springs, it's too far for his lazy butt. We'll be safe there," Kagome answered with more cheer that she felt.
"Ok then, onwards!"
The world trembled before the three grumpy girls on a mission of cleanliness.
The monk and the two half-breeds were comfortably settled in the hot springs.
"Ah, this is wonderful! All those fights with Naraku seem like a distant nightmare here."
"For once I agree with you, bouzu."
"There's nothing like a dip in a hot spring after a hard day," Gohan agreed.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
The three males sank lower into the water. Each one wore a satisfied smile of content relaxation. Each one was curling up to happy thoughts. Each was hit by a wave of the most wonderful scent he had every whiffed in his short, strange life.
'Tangy, so crisp. Like an early autumn day. Much like Sango…"
"What is that bold scent? Jaunty, happy…kind of a bully. Smells of ripe fruit and Videl…"
"Hn…light scent, like fresh spring flowers. Innocent, but eager for life, like Kagome…"
The realization hit each male at the same time. The response was the same as each male jumped out of the water in shock, forgetting their nakedness.
Kagome, Sango, and Videl stood stunned as the man of their individual dreams jumped up in surprise.
Kagome felt the air in her chest rush out in a solid woof. Her eyes flew across Inuyasha's naked form, taking in the sheen of the water on his sunlit-body. She watched as a single drop of water fell from his left ear onto his shoulder, and then slowly trailed down his broad chest and over his hard abs to slide effortlessly in and out of his navel. The drop slid lower and lower, eventually tangling with the other drops lodged in his pubic region. Kami!!! How was that supposed to fit in anything other than his own hands! And how could it be getting bigger!
Sango had been groped by the monk many times, and had never understood the compulsion. Now, as she saw the houshi naked, understanding began to dawn in her eyes as her own hands twitched convulsively. Miroku was perfection in pale marble, hard and whipcord lean. Each plane of muscle was etched, and slid effortlessly into any position. He had the build of an acrobat; so smooth was he that Sango could only imagine him to have been sculpted. She could not find one undeveloped muscle on his body, but she did find one very overdeveloped one. One that grew under her gaze.
Videl felt her eyes stretch impossibly wide in an attempt to view all that Gohan had hidden from her. How he'd ever accomplished it, only Dende knew for certain, but she was suddenly glad to have been the only female in Orange Star High School to see the splendor that was Gohan. His shoulders shot out from his broad neck, to taper down to battle-hardened narrow hips. His legs were like young tree trunks, firm, even though a hint of the supple movements they were capable of could be seen. His tanned skin rippled like velvet over his abdomens, and…Videl's eyes stretched wider at the sight of the rapidly rising organ below his waist.
It took the girls all of three minutes to complete their scrutiny. In that time, Inuyasha, Miroku, and Gohan stood and felt uncomfortably like bulls about to be slaughtered. What turned the tides against the girls were their individual scents and their monthly reproductive cycles.
Inuyasha and Gohan smelt it first, not just the change in the females' scents to that of heavy arousal, but also the mind numbing allure of…
"Heat. Kuso, Sango's in heat," Miroku whispered breathlessly, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible.
Inuyasha would have time to ponder why Miroku could smell the changes later. Right now he was busy trying to control his instincts. Gohan stood oblivious to all but Videl, until his mind decided to run on autopilot; letting his Saiyan instincts take over.
Drawing himself to his full height, Gohan let his heated gaze run over Videl's small, fit frame. When he made eye contact, he grinned lasciviously, licking his lips in a sultry motion before he murmured out, "Like what you see, onna?"
The words cut the tension like a knife. Inuyasha had won the battle with his instincts, but after so many occasions where Kagome had accused him of being a hentai, he couldn't let this chance to tease her get away.
"Feh. Miko, hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?" Inuyasha growled, letting some of his passion show in his eyes.
Miroku smirked, throwing the others their clothing.
"Leave them alone, can't you see they're trying to look but not touch?"
The three girls came out of their reveries with a jolt.
"HENTAI!!!!"
"Oomph!"
"Itai!"
"Stop yanking!"
The dust around the hot springs cleared to show Inuyasha crumpled into the every popular Sit position, Miroku massaging a large lump on his head, and Gohan coddling his tender tail in his hands.
"You came here to spy on us didn't you, Houshi-sama?"
"I thought you were better than that Gohan!"
"Can none of you keep your hentai thoughts away for two seconds?!"
Miroku was the first on his feet, rolling upwards with such grace that Sango could not concentrate on her tirade.
His eyes smoldered as he turned them towards Sango. He remembered what his father had taught him, about his soul mate being the only woman he would ever smell in heat. He had been in love with Sango for so long, and to finally have proof…it was a heady combination.
Inuyasha stood up slowly, moving with preternatural ease from rest to standing. His eyes were hidden by his bangs, but Kagome remained in his sights. His senses had not lied to him. Kagome had been examining his body, and what she saw had aroused her greatly. 'So, I do stand a chance. Kami, to have been blind for so long…'
Gohan levitated to his feet, eyes intent on his tail. He had told Videl to stop yanking, but pain wasn't the reason for his outburst. The minute she had touched his tail, his body exploded into myriad sensations, each one overwhelming his senses. He could smell her heat. He could taste her skin. He could feel her pulse through her fingertips. He could hear the way she was panting with unconscious lust. He could see the way her body responded to him.
The males turned and walked away, smirks plastered on their faces.
Kagome shuddered as she was released from Inuyasha's unseen, yet hypnotic golden gaze. She watched the other girls shake their own hypnosis off, and sighed. What had changed just now? Inuyasha had given her heated glances before, but this…this was a blatant advertisement of lust. Kagome had never felt so aroused and desired in her life.
"Ano, I guess we should take our baths," she muttered softly, unable to meet anyone's eyes. "We have a lot to do before the festival."
The other girls nodded mutely as they stripped.
No one saw a fox kit and a two-tailed cat scamper from the bushes.
Shippou and Kirara had been sent by Kaede to look for flowers to help decorate the village for the festival. And that really was Shippou's only intention. Honest! But he sniffed Kagome okaa-san going to the hot springs and he was sure that he could have a little fun getting his hair and tail washed.
He never expected to see Inuyasha and the other men there. And he didn't really expect to find Kagome and Inuyasha reacting to each other like his parents used to, although they had come close to it many times before.
So he did the first thing he was good at when it looked like the coast was clear.
Which explains why he and Kirara were zooming back to the village as silently as possible.
"Mrow?" Kirara asked Shippou.
"We didn't do anything wrong, Kirara, but can you imagine what Inuyasha and Miroku will do to us if they find out that we know how they really feel about Kagome and Sango? Especially with all the other stuff we've heard from being with the girls last night? And I don't think Gohan is any better when it comes to Videl."
Shippou was suddenly gripped by a sensation of floating, his tail rapidly rising off of the ground to leave him dangling upside down in the air. He shrieked once, and fainted dead away as he heard an overly familiar voice inquire, "And what exactly did you overhear, hmm lunch bait?"
Kirara saw the figure, and transformed, only to be swarmed on all sides. Before she could disperse her attackers, Shippou's scent was long gone.
Kirara was back at the hot spring in roughly two seconds.
The water was turbulent, as if a great disturbance had occurred in the spring. Bath gear and clothing were scattered all over the area.
The girls were gone.
"Someone explain to me why I can't use my claws on the wood and be done?"
Thwack.
Gohan sighed wearily as he pried Miroku's axe handle off of Inuyasha's head.
"Kaede-sama said that she needs the wood in a certain size in order to build a wall of sorts around the main bonfire. It irritates me to do it this way too…"
Thwack.
"But if the miko of a village asks you for a simple favor, you honor it, not bitch like two hanyous I know."
"Feh!"
"Aw man, Miroku-sama, use your staff next time, ok?"
The three males had returned to the village and were immediately sent back out into the woods to chop logs for firewood. Furthermore, Kaede had ordered that the logs be a certain length and width, glaring meaningfully at Inuyasha, who had been busy stretching his claws.
The task was not so onerous as to put a damper on their mood, however.
'She knows the truth now, and she was still aroused by me. Me, Son Gohan, first-rate geek of Orange Star High! I've got to find out more about how she feels. I need to talk to her.'
Gohan stared down wryly at his lingering erection.
'Eh, maybe when she's not in heat. Heat. Heat. Heat.'
Gohan mindlessly chopped a log into chopsticks.
'Blind! I've been so blind! I have a chance, a small chance, but it's there! Kuso, I need to talk to that girl, whether she is in heat or not. Heat. Heat. Heat.'
The tree that Inuyasha had felled was neatly slashed into many large platters.
'My father told me, before he died, that the right woman, my soul mate, would be the only woman that I would be so in tune with that I could smell her monthly cycle. It is strange though. I suddenly feel energized. I feel like I could run like Inuyasha. I have a need to show Sango that I can be a good mate for her, especially now that she's in heat. Heat. Heat. Heat.'
Miroku artfully sculpted a man and a woman in an endless embrace.
Kirara landed into the clearing with a loud thud. In her mouth, she held Kagome's shirt, Sango's yukata, and the shorts that Videl had been training in.
All three males looked up at the faint traces of the girls' scents. However, there was an all too familiar scent that lay heavily on the articles of clothing. Miroku and Inuyasha were so used to the scent that they often ignored it, and Gohan had been used to it from the time he met Yamucha. However, the dark look in Kirara's eyes told them that the scent was now a problem. A big problem.
Inuyasha's eyes flashed scarlet as he picked up the scent.
"Kuso. Kirara, which direction did Kouga and his pack go off in?"
Kirara pointed her nose to the mountains.
"Does he have Videl and the others, Kirara?" Gohan asked, his voice quiet and tight. His black eyes now held a blue flame at their core.
Kirara nodded once, her growl deepening at the mention of the others.
Miroku mounted her in one fluid motion, and used his grip in her mane to turn her back to the mountains as he grabbed his staff from against the woodpile.
"What are we waiting for?" he asked, his voice deceptively mild, "Let's go wolf-hunting."
No one saw Miroku's brown eyes darken to a deep violet that matched his robes.
'Itai, itai, itai! Any more blows to my head and I'll be as scrambled as Gohan's dad!'
Videl woke up to find herself in a torch-lit cave. The air in the cave smelt like the mountains near Gohan's home, but it should have been much colder. She felt like she was wrapped in a fur blanket…
Across the cave, she caught Sango's eye.
"Don't move!" Sango mouthed to the young fighter.
Videl nodded, puzzled by what could have Sango worried…
The fur blanket next to her stood up and stretched.
'A wolf on two legs?!' Videl thought wildly, trying to control her movements and appear as if she were still asleep.
The wolf turned to gaze at Videl. His face was scarred, and he looked like a brawler. His black fur was as shaggy on his chest as it was on his back.
'A werewolf! A wolf youkai! All of them…wolf youkai!'
"Hn, my bitch, you're awake. Good. I'm looking forward to marking and mating you," the black wolf youkai snarled, as a salacious grin marred his face.
"Fuck," Videl gasped, then shivered as his eyes met hers.