Hot Spring


"I had no idea it was night already. Man, this place is so disorienting. Never know what time it is," Ichigo said. He splashed some water on his face, noticing that a cut on his cheek healed when it came into contact with the water. "What's with this hot spring? My scars' healing like crazy! This is freaking awesome! What'll it do if I drink it?" Being the impulsive youth that he was, he decided to find out by trial-and-error, gulping down a mouthful.

Yoruichi smiled. For all he knows, that's liquid plutonium that he's drinking. Of course, it wasn't in reality, but still, the point remained. She decided that it was time to mess with him. "Ichigo, how's the water? Everything alright?" Ichigo couldn't very well talk with a mouth full of water, but he made mm-mmm sounds and waved his arms in response. "Nice, huh? I'm glad to hear it." More mm-mmm's. Yoruichi started to disrobe, saying, "In fact, it sounds so good, I think I'll join you."

This solicited a reaction; the spit-takes of all spit-takes! "Are you nuts? What are you doing?"

"Why, what do you mean? Is something wrong?" Yoruichi asked "innocently."

"Yeah, something's wrong! You just took your pants off!" Ichigo shouted.

"C'mon, what's the big deal? Loosen up, Ichigo, don't be so old-fashioned. You're such a prude," Yoruichi said dismissively. She was completely undressed at this point, and transformed into a cat. Ichigo was too busy freaking out and covering his eyes and screwing them shut to notice.

"C-cut it out, will ya? Stop making fun of me. No, don't come in, no-no!" Ichigo shouted.

And now, the punchline. Yoruichi got into the water, in cat form. "I don't know what you're getting so worked up about." The fact that she said it in her cat voice told Ichigo that it was safe to look.


"What? Are you a little disappointed? Come on, be honest. You are, aren't you? You little pervert." Hypocritically, by the time she had said this, Yoruichi had taken full advantage of the situation to check out his body in all its glory. Why doesn't it occur to him that even though he can't "see me," I can still see him? Yoruichi considered commenting on the size of his penis, but it might be weird hearing that from a cat. Besides, she had a better idea.

"I am going to drown you!" Ichigo growled. He didn't follow through on his threat though, and they relaxed. Wait for it, Yoruichi. "Hey, this place looks familiar," Ichigo said.

"How's that?" Yoruichi asked, leading him.

"I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I've finally figured out what it reminds me of," Ichigo said. "It looks like the training room under Uruhara's shop."

"You picked up on that, huh?" Yoruichi said. Ichigo turned his head to look at her. Damn! Too soon! Wait for him to look away again... "We tried to model that place after this one, like we built it."

"You built this place?" Ichigo asked, shocked.

"Yeah, when Kisuke and I were kids, we needed a place to play, so we sneaked off and built this place," Yoruichi said, biding her time. "It was our own little secret hideout."

"Secret hideout?" Ichigo asked, incredulously. He looked around. Yes! "This place is huge! How did you ever keep it a secret?"

"It's a very long story," Yoruichi said. She kept talking, easing herself out of the water and into a position where she could show off the most flesh when she transformed "...but we'd still come here to hone out skills," she finished. Here was the hard part of her little trick. She had to do her transformation fast enough to have said this in cat-form, but be in human form an instant later. Instead of embarrassing him by pointing out the fact that she was being treated to a full view of his body, she was going to embarrass him by returning the favor.

Ichigo rapidly turned his head towards her. "Wait a minute, Yoruichi, you mean you two used to—BLAGH!!" Oh, Classic! He had nearly finished the sentence in the time it had taken the message to get from his eyes to his brain. Transforming that quickly made her queasy, but oh, it was worth it! "You scared the hell out of me! Can't you even cross your legs?" the boy complained.

"I always get the same reaction," Yoruichi said, bemused.

"Yeah, just tell me more about mister Hat and Clogs..." Ichigo said irritably.

And so they talked for a while longer. And then there was silence. And then...she splashed him.

"Hey, watch it!" Ichigo said.

"C'mon, be a sport," Yoruichi said, splashing him harder.

"I'm not in the mood, okay?" Ichigo retorted. "Besides, I'm severely handicapped by not being able to look."

"Why can't you look? I'm not making you close your eyes," Yoruichi pointed out, continuing to splash him mercilessly while Ichigo just held his arms up in a feeble defense.

"It's hard enough getting your naked body out of my head as it is," Ichigo said, turning red as he did so. It was obvious that he couldn't believe that he had actually said it.

"Well, since the damage is already done, why don't you play with me?" Yoruichi said. Yoruichi liked how suggestive that sounded...she just wished that she had meant it to. "Besides, you're naked, too. I've been looking at you this entire time...and I've got to say, nice bod."

"Stay away from me, you lecherous woman," Ichigo said, splashing her back. And the splash fight was on. It was wholesome entertainment, in spite of the full-frontal nudity, as whatever part of their body they were thinking with wasn't down stairs. They laughed, and splashed, and nearly drowned one another, and then it degenerated into wrestling, but not for long. She jumped him, expecting him to put up more resistence than he did, and rammed him into the rock, pinning his arms above his head with one hand while reaching around and pulling his hair with the other.

"Looks like I've got you right where I want you," Yoruichi said triumphantly.

"Yes, you do," Ichigo moaned. It was not a moan of regret or disappointment.

There was no mistaking the tone of his voice, and what it meant. Yoruichi let go of him out of surprise, and Ichigo pulled away. Damn; Ichigo is an uke. It made perfect sense, though, now that she thought about it. "Don't touch me," Ichigo said, turning away from her.

"There's nothing wrong with what you want, Ichigo," Yoruichi said.

"It's a weakness. If I expect to save Rukia...if I expect to save everyone...or anyone...I have to be strong. I can't have weakness."

"Being a sexual submissive is not a weakness. It's perfectly normal, and for you, I think, it's a vent. You have had a lot of shit shoveled onto you. You have to be strong to save your friends, yes, and you have to become it in a ridiculously short period of time. All that junk you sweep aside in order to be able to do this, it has to come out somewhere, and this is about the least compromising way for it to vent," Yoruichi said.

"So, what, this is what usually happens?" Ichigo asked.

"Exactly how many guys do you think I've slept with?" Yoruichi said darkly.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Relax, I'm just playing with you."

"Fat lot of good it does me, though," Ichigo said. "I'm a virgin."

Yoruichi hugged him from behind. "We can fix that," she whispered into his ear.

"Stop messing around, Yoruichi!" Ichigo shouted, breaking free of her grasp.

"Yeah, I'm messing with you, but I'm kidding on the square," Yoruichi said, sitting on her side of the hot spring, folding her arms behind her head.

"'Kidding on the square?' What the hell does that mean?" Ichigo asked.

Jesus Christ, that saying is dated already? Seems like I only just heard it fifty years ago. Then again, maybe Ichigo was just an idiot. "Exactly what it sounds like it means," Yoruichi said. "Now, then, how do you want to do this thing?"

"I—I never knew you felt this way about me, Yoruichi," Ichigo said nervously. "This is just so sudden—"

He was cut off by Yoruichi's laughter. "So naive. Look, Ichigo, we're in a war. Either or both of us could die soon. And so, why not indulge ourselves? You're of an age that Japan's laughable excuse for an age of consent law considers to be legal, and pretty damn cute. Also, not to mention, you can't hide the fact that you're attracted to me, not while you're in this state."


Yoruichi was on him in an instant, pinning him to the rock in a way similar to how she had previously had him, except that her body was smothering his. "You're hard as a rock right now," she whispered huskily. "You're trembling. You don't want me to continue, but at the same time, you're hoping I will. Or rather, you want me to do this, but are ashamed of yourself for wanting it. I think...I think I ought to show you that there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Yoruichi's lips moved slowly over Ichigo's, slowly drawing in, milking every last drop of suspense out of it. Ichigo whimpered softly. And then Yoruichi was gone.

"What the hell, Yoruichi?" Ichigo shouted.

"Sorry, that's not really my thing. If you have a rape fantasy, I'd be happy to indulge, but I'm not going to rape you for real, even if its for a good cause." Now there's a strange concept. "I'm not going to force you to have sex with me if you don't want to. Think about what I said, though, and what I offered. We still have tomorrow night." She got out of the hot spring. "We'd best get some sleep, Ichigo. Tomorrow will be a long day."

"Damn it, Yoruichi..." Ichigo murmured.

But, of course, that wasn't to be the case.

Author's Commentary (As If You Care)

I'm not sure whether this is the end or not. This feels more like the end of a chapter than the end of a story, and yet...well, anyway, I'm going to list it as "complete" for now, and if I end up writing more of it, I will, and if I don't I don't, and that will just have to be the way it is.

The inspiration for this story should not be a mystery to anybody. I mean, come on, I wrote the scene into the story, for God's sake. I could have made it a lemon, true, but that would have been predictable. I was trying to keep it at a T rating, but considering how graphic it got, I think this story earned itself an M. At the very least, I'll give it that rating, just to be safe. If I ever do continue the story, I probably will make it a lemon (and now watch: 98 percent of you people (the ones who review at any rate; not all of you do (you bastards)) are now going to tell me to write that fucking chapter). That's not all it's going to be, of course, but, well...

Thank you for reading, please R&R, and I hope you enjoyed it! There may be more coming, but then, there may not be. Good night!