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 (usually)
~~~ = beginning/ending of flashback
In the early morning drizzle, a dark shape could be seen trudging towards a small village.
A sound. The shape stopped, seemingly to wait. It was soon joined by another dark shape.
The two shapes trudged on to the village, seemingly unaware of each other's close presence.
A breeze. The two shadows stopped. A third shape dropped out of the gray sky.
All three shapes moved towards the village without so much as a word.
The sun rose, unexpectedly it seemed. The three shapes morphed into colors. Red and white lead the way. Navy and purple followed. The rearguard was blue and orange.
"Kuso, damned rain, damned wolves, and damned half-brother," the red and white spot snarled. Light fell on the speaker's face, to reveal a wet, exhausted Inuyasha.
"I'm a priest, or I'd know more words to accompany yours," the navy and purple blob agreed, the voice betraying him as a drenched and somnolent Miroku.
The blue and orange smear on the landscape yawned broadly before responding.
"The English language has tons more words. Bullshit, fuck, motherfucking ignorance…let me sleep and I'll remember more for you," the muffled voice of Gohan murmured.
The trio trudged onwards.
Kagome peered drowsily as she heard the noise again. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, as she smiled at the familiar sound.
"Sango-chan, wake up, the boys are back."
Sango all but jumped from her blanket.
"Videl-chan, they're back!"
Videl sat up suddenly, wincing as the sunlight streamed through the hut.
"How can you two tell?" she mumbled sleepily.
The faint sound of miserable grunting trailed through the window.
"Oh. Never mind," she smirked, as she put up the futons.
Kagome scurried around, dragging her pack out to find some more food. Sango teased the smoldering fire into a merry blaze, warming the rain-cold room.
"Tadaima," Inuyasha yawned, his mouth almost swallowing the remaining features of his face.
The others trudged into the girls' hut, mumbling something that sounded similar.
Their sleep-bleared eyes opened wider at the scene.
Before them was a cheery fire, which started drying their rain-soaked bodies. A pot of instant soup stood bubbling over the fire, and three of the most beautiful women alive sat before them, holding three warm blankets.
"Ohayo!" chimed the three visions of beauty, as they covered the men with the blankets.
'Heaven,' Inuyasha sighed inwardly, 'I've died and I'm in heaven. No one's taken care of me like this since Mother died. It must be heaven.'
After everyone was seated and the males had consumed four bowls of soup each, Kagome urged Inuyasha to give a report.
"Gohan led us all over the place, since he seems to know the area in his time," Inuyasha began, licking his bowl as he talked, "I didn't realize that the mountains stretched so far, and I've got some interesting rivers and springs flowing through them. It's good land."
Miroku took up the thread of conversation at this point.
"We had to search all over for the wolf boundary marks, destroy them, and then let Inuyasha leave his mark. Fortunately, Ginta and Haggaku knew them all, or else we'd still be up there. Then we had to leave an offering at Kouga's shrine, and relocate the wolf clans near there. Kouga's spirit should shield the tribe once they care his shrine."
"Kouga even had a message for me from my dad," Gohan continued while handing his bowl to Sango so she could fill it up, "He said to tell Kaede hello, and kept trying to get me to tell him what happened. After I calmed him down, I told him we'd be back tomorrow with a surprise. He said that he and mom went to tell your dad, but he was bu…he wasn't there. Then we came home."
Videl nodded absently. She knew the truth; her father probably wasn't even home when Gohan's parents went over. Hell, even if he were home, he wouldn't be worried in the least. He never seemed to care about what she did as long as the press approved of it. Then it hit her.
'Wait a minute, what does he mean Kouga had a message from my dad?!' she thought, as she regarded Gohan with shock.
Sango sat there staring at Gohan with wild eyes.
"Ano, Gohan, isn't it somewhat unnatural for your father to be able to communicate so freely with the dead?"
Gohan laughed uproariously.
"My dad's been dead twice, and every member of the Z-senshi except me and Yajirobe has seen the check-in point of heaven. We practically have reserved seats in the waiting room."
Inuyasha and Miroku shuddered as they remembered the way the shrine had glowed while Kouga's disembodied voice gave Gohan the message. Hell, even Kouga's spirit had sounded awe-struck and dumbfounded. The spirit had secretly confided in the two that Gohan's father and friends were regular legends in the dimension of the dead.
The others drew away from him with queer looks on their faces. Their foreheads were decorated with enormous sweat drops.
"What? So my dad has a connection to dead people! Is it so weird?"
"Of course not!" Kagome assured him nervously.
Gohan pouted.
"Anyway," Videl said, taking the bowls away from the men to be washed up, "the festival starts later today. We have a lot to do before then, so we've got to start the day now."
"That's right," Sango agreed, as she put the garbage in a plastic bag for Kagome to throw away in her own time, "I've got to finish the obi for the kimono."
"And we have to help the village women prepare the feast," Kagome added, turning away to gather the girls' bathing equipment.
They turned back around to find the boys snoring. Inuyasha's feet kept twitching like he was chasing some prey. Miroku's hands kept groping imaginary women. Chewing noises occasionally marred Gohan's light snore.
The girls tiptoed quietly out. Kagome stopped back for a second to rub Inuyasha's ear and listen to him purr in delight. In his sleep, he smiled.
The first thing Inuyasha noticed when he woke up was the presence of a large pink ball. The second thing he noticed was the dark sky through the window.
"Baka Inuyasha, wake up! Kagome has left you for Shippou because you won't come to the festival, you…ITAI!!"
Inuyasha removed his hand from Shippou's retransformed head and stood up from under the blanket that had been thoughtfully draped over him.
"Baka, dress and stop exposing yourself to everyone!" Shippou screeched at the hanyou, who stood scratching various body parts. Kirara, who stood in the doorway, demurely covered her eyes with her front paws.
Gohan's eyes cracked open as Miroku accidentally brought his staff on top of heads of Inuyasha and Shippou.
"What's wrong?" he yawned as he sat up, stretching.
Shippou turned to scold Gohan about his nudity, considering the thin strip of blanket that barely covered the area between his thighs and his stomach.
"Shippou is waking us up just in time for the festival," Miroku replied, as he pulled a large bundle from just outside the hut.
"And how could you go outside like that?!" Shippou squealed, as the monk opened the parcel.
"Baka kitsune, everyone's by the bonfire," Inuyasha commented, "Bouzu, what's in the parcel?"
"Our clothes. It looks like the girls laundered them for us."
Inuyasha's face blushed as red as his haori.
'Kagome undressed me to get my clothes while I was asleep! And I was too tired to notice? Baka, baka, baka, baka…'
As they dressed, Shippou sat in the doorway sharing a rice ball with Kirara, muttering to himself.
"I dunno why they like these goons, Kirara. I mean, when I thought Inuyasha was gonna be all noble like a landlord should be, ordering Gohan and Miroku around like two trusted, responsible lieutenants, I was gonna tell them about the things I noticed about the girls today, but now he's being his baka self again and the monk is being mean and Gohan is being baka too, so there's no way I'll…tell…them?"
Shippou felt eyes on his back. He turned around to face brown, gold, and black orbs blinking at him.
"Eeep!"
A large clawed hand reached for his tail, dragging him up into the air. A brown tail shot out to grab the rice ball that fell from the kit's hands, and the nervous jingle of rings came from somewhere.
"Now, brat, what exactly did you notice, hmm?"
Inuyasha gulped nervously as he stared at the scene before him. Miroku laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder, as Gohan comforted him verbally.
"Now remember what Shippou told us, Inuyasha. We can do this, no problem. Just remember that the first time is the worst."
Inuyasha gulped again.
Miroku really wasn't in a better state than Inuyasha. For all of his boasts throughout the years, he really didn't know that much about the subject, and he couldn't believe he was even in a position to find out more. Surprisingly, Gohan was the most levelheaded of them all at the moment.
"Gohan, how are you keeping control?"
Gohan shrugged.
"I'm kinda focusing all of my instincts in one direction to avoid the other outlet. I don't really have an option."
The others nodded sympathetically. The full moon hung in the sky like a giant paper lantern, illuminating the world.
'And yet,' Inuyasha thought breathlessly as he gulped again, 'the moon seems to be a spotlight on the single most important thing on earth.'
A quick glance at his companions hinted that they felt the same way he did. Inuyasha smirked, and turned back to the scene.
Kagome, Sango, and Videl were dancing before the bonfire, nothing but the wild countryside behind them. They sang as they turned this way and that, rounded arms tapering to slim long fingers that wielded delicate paper fans with the precision of an artist before his canvas.
Kagome's obsidian hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her bangs lay silky straight, shading her bark-brown eyes. Her lightly tanned skin glimmered in the firelight, as her cherry blossom lips moved to form the words of the song. Her graceful neck flowed down to reveal a fire red, gold embroidered kimono wrapped around her lithe body, tied by a pink obi that matched her lips and presented her bosom in an alluring manner. Slits in the long sleeves showed flashes of the white yukata underneath. Inuyasha's breath caught in his throat as he watched her graceful sway, his eyes turning a warm honey-red at each movement.
Miroku's eyes darkened to a glimmering violet as Sango swept the fan through the air before her. Her hair flowed like an inky ocean over her back, complimenting the violet kimono she was wearing. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as her chocolate gaze reflected the bonfire's light. Some unknown internal heat lightly flushed her pale skin, and her even teeth showed between her coral pink lips. The blush continued down her neck, disappearing into the gold-bordered collar of her kimono. Below the golden obi, which accentuated her fine waist, intricate slits in the kimono revealed her dark blue yukata underneath.
Videl's sapphire gaze shimmered over the bonfire. Gohan licked his lips reflexively as she turned towards him, giving him a glorious exhibition of her unleashed beauty. Her short hair had been arranged to closely follow her face, curling slightly beneath her ears. Her ebony bangs dusted her thick eyelashes as she hooded her eyes, her lips were plump and deep pink, and her skin glistened with peach overtones as she hummed the tune. Her slender throat shivered as she hummed, gently shaking the orange collar of her yukata and her blueberry kimono; below the orange obi, which outlined her feminine soft hips, the gold trimmings on the hem rippled.
The dance ended, and the three males shook their heads as if they had just been released from a trance. As the girls made their way to their seats, the men seemed to come to an agreement of sorts. Then, they moved to join the beauties below.
"Konbanwa," Kagome uttered huskily, her voice barely above a whisper. She struggled to say more, but the way that Inuyasha's molten lava eyes were staring at her caused her mind and throat to constrict.
"Please, join us," Sango invited quietly, suddenly shy before the liquid heat of Miroku's violet gaze.
"I-we're glad you came," Videl stammered, willing her heart to stop racing as Gohan's eyes lightened to an intense flaming blue.
The untransformed Tetsusaiga could cut the sexual tension between each couple. Shippou carefully cleared his throat, breaking the stress to announce the arrival of dinner.
As the couples ate, Shippou secretly winked at Kirara, who winked back. After all that they as a group had gone through before Naraku's death, and considering the huge cookie that Gohan had bribed him with, they all deserved a little happiness now. That's why the two pint-sized criminals plied their friends with just enough sake to lower their inhibitions, then sat back to watch the fireworks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I didn't notice anything!" Shippou wailed, trying to get out of the hanyou's grip.
The three pairs of eyes didn't even blink.
"Well, not much."
The clawed hand shook him like a leaf.
"O-o-k-k-kay, okay! I'll tell!"
Shippou was dropped like a brick.
"The girls want you," Shippou grumbled sourly. "They want you tonight. And they don't want you to hold back."
Miroku blinked, then smirked.
"Out with it, Shippou, tell us something we don't know."
Shippou gulped.
"What'll you give me if I tell you?"
Inuyasha spewed various threats, while Gohan thought for a moment before feeling in his pocket for a small capsule.
"Shippou, have you ever tasted cookies," he inquired.
Shippou shook his head apprehensively.
"I'm giving you my emergency supply here," Gohan warned. "This is one my mother made for me, so you better have good information, or I'll make you wish Inuyasha got you instead of me."
Shippou's mouth watered as he answered. If Gohan was saving the food, it must be good.
"I can tell you all their fantasies. The ones girls don't even tell their friends."
Inuyasha blinked.
Miroku blinked.
Gohan blinked.
The capsule popped open to reveal a cookie roughly the size of two Shippous.
"Start talking."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gohan abruptly rose, holding his hand out to Videl. Her arm trembled as she reached out to him, and she gasped as he drew her flush against him. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he bent his head to capture her lush lips. Slowly, he used his ki to levitate into the air, then, without breaking his grip, he wrapped his tail around her waist. At the touch of the furry appendage, a low moan issued forth from those same lips. In a flash, Gohan was flying away from the fire, a brilliant beam in the dark night, destination unknown.
As Sango turned to Miroku to ask him what was going on, she felt a slight breeze caress her cheek, causing her to pause, mouth slightly agape. Miroku's intense look caught her eyes as surely as if he were holding her face, and she shuddered under the scorching heat oozing from them. A slow smirk graced Miroku's lips as another breeze smoothed the back of her neck. As she gasped, Miroku dove like a hunting hawk, snatching his luscious prey between his lips. A sudden whirlwind obscured them. When it cleared, the couple was gone.
Kagome spun her head around to look at Inuyasha in alarm. She lost all coherent thought when her eyes fell on Inuyasha's pair. The look in them was feral, as if he could barely restrain his own instincts. He was panting lightly, and he seemed to taste the air around her.
"Inu…Inuyasha?" she choked out, falling into the crimson depths of his eyes, "Wh-what are Miroku and Gohan going to do with Sango and Videl?"
Inuyasha raised a claw, tracing it down her left jaw, making her mewl as desire ran rampant through her veins.
"They're going to mate, koishii Inuyasha no kokoro. They are going to go somewhere private, where none can hear their screams of passion. Somewhere beautiful and safe, where they can mate until day breaks, where their desires can run rampant," Inuyasha purred into Kagome's right ear, making her shiver with each syllable. "Somewhere where they can let their deepest, darkest fantasies come true."
"Will you do that to me, Inuyasha?" she breathed, causing his purr to roll deeper in his chest. He stood swiftly, scooping Kagome into his arms.
"Hai," he replied, kissing her fiercely as he bunched his legs under him. He was still kissing her when he sprang towards the God Tree.
Hours later, the sun was greeted by passionate moans of love.