InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hijacked Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 3

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: FrostyVanilla
Kidnapping Kagome Higurashi less than an hour before she said "I do" wasn't special operative Sesshomaru Chikarou's idea of a manly mission. But his assignment was clear: safeguard the bride-to-be until the threat against her and the United States was put to rest. Keeping his hands off the vulnerable beauty was another matter altogether.
Kagome was supposed to be marrying her fiancé, not running from him. But if Sesshomaru was right, her espoused was more interested in her funeral than her wedding. Now she was on the run with a sexy, enigmatic agent whose touch made her question her true feelings. If she and Sesshomaru survived, could a marriage be in her future after all?
I don’t own Inuyasha ok only the characters the I made up and the story line. This fic takes place in the US.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.04.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 864 | Status: Work In Progress

Hijacked Honeymoon
Chapter three
Sesshomaru told himself he held Kagome's hand to prevent her from trying to flee after they landed. But he knew better. Beside the guilt that stabbed him for interrupting her wedding and then placing her into a mechanically unsound aircraft, he liked holding her hand, needed that human touch from her as much as he sensed she needed it from him.
If they were about to die, rather then clinging to cold metal, he'd rather go with her warm flesh in his. To say that Kagome had shocked him would have been an understatement. He hadn't expected her to fight bravely, or to stop when she obviously couldn't escape after the chopper reached a high altitude. Most women in Kagome's situation would have been screaming or crying as the chopper plummeted, but she'd remained silent, containing her fear to allow Jack to concentrate on flying.
For someone totally out of her element, she was acting like a pro—with courage and smarts that he admired. And that made him feel even worse for spoiling her wedding day. For some reason he'd expected a southern bimbo to be marrying Hogo—not a smart, brave woman. Sesshomaru hoped his actions weren't about to get her killed.
In theory, Jack should have no trouble landing without the engine. However, that theory didn't take long into account the storm, the lack of a level landing site or that the copper had likely been sabotaged. Kincaid paid whatever it took for top-notch mechanics and the latest equipment. And Jack had meticulously gone over the craft before they'd taken off. Although mechanical failure was possible, Sesshomaru's gut told him that someone dangerous had caught up with them.
Despite their efforts, had Hogo gotten wind of the operation through his extensive network of contracts in the FBI? Had he sent someone to sabotage the aircraft in an attempt to cover his tracks and continue his traitorous scheme? Could he have planned for the chopper to go down before Sesshomaru had kidnapped his bride but had miscalculated so the engines failed later then expected? There were too many unknowns, and Sesshomaru wished they could break radio silence. But Kincaid had warned them that with Hogo's FBI contacts, they had to drive under the radar to avoid detection and to stay off radio and cell phones.
And now they were rocking, bumping, grinding. With the way they pitched through the gusting wind, it would be a miracle if Jack got them down. But Sesshomaru had flown with Jack before and he had seen him perform the impossible. The pilot had a sixth sense, a seat-of-the-pants altimeter inside him. Somehow, Jack could feel the land coming up to meet them, a sense that made the burned-out instruments on the control panel unnecessary.
The chopper slammed forward, then back. With his head down, his feet braced, Sesshomaru's shoulder smacked into the wall. His seat's frame yanked out of the floor with a screech of stressed metal and he skidded into Kagome's seat. But he figured they were down and released the air he'd been holding in his lungs. Then they dropped again.
“Hold on,” Jack ordered.
“Like I'm going to let go,” Sesshomaru muttered
The last ten feet seemed to go by in slow motion. Sesshomaru's stomach surged into his throat. Although knowing his muscles would be no match for the velocity and mass of steel dive-bombing the earth with incalculable forces, he clamped one hand onto the seat in front of him.
The landing came as a shock. After the bone-snapping bouncing and jarring of the aircraft. Jack set them down on the landing struts with barely a tap.
“Nice job,” he complimented the pilot, turned to Kagome. “You okay?”
“Just peachy,” she muttered sarcastically, her face pale, her hands shacking.
“We're got a fuel leak that's trouble.” Jack Flipped switches and his tone deepened with urgency. “Get out. Now.”
As if his warning needed emphasizing, Jack kicked the windshield. The Plexiglas popped with a noisy released of suction. Wind and rain and the reek of burning fuel roared into the chopper. Jack scrambled out the front, disappearing into the weather.
Sesshomaru unlocked his seat belt, opened the rear door and turned to help Kagome. Right behind him, she didn't require his help.
Sesshomaru leaped to the ground. Rain slashed him, and he prayed the storm would put out the fire from the explosion he sensed was coming. He'd hate to survive a chopper crash only to burn in a forest fire.
One emergency at a time.
Kagome landed right next to him but, unbalanced, she almost fell. Grabbing her hand, he tugged away from the chopper. “Run.”
She swore at her shoes, reminding him of those impractical spiked heels. Walking in them on pavement would have been difficult. In the rain, in a forest, running was practically impossible. And to add to her difficulties, her bridal gown was wet, heavy.
She bent to take off the shoes.
“No time.” Sesshomaru swept her into his arms. And ran like hell.
This time she didn't fight him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her head against his chest and clung tightly. He should have smelled her scent, but instead, the odor of fuel and smoke urged his feet faster.
“Over here.” From behind a downed tree, jack waved him closer.
They'd almost reached Jack, who'd dashed out from behind cover to help him, when the chopper exploded. Caught in the concussing blast, the three of them tumbled, Jack and Sesshomaru automatically rolling for cover, tugging Kagome with them. Both men covered her body with their bodies as metal, flames and fuel burst from the aircraft.
“I can't breath.” Kagome squirmed beneath him
Sesshomaru lifted most of his weight from her. Jack rolled away, leaving him to deal with her. Her white gown was now not only wet but filthy, as dirt, leaves and debris clung to the wet material. But the steady downpour of rain had already wiped most of the makeup from her face, leaving her looking younger and appearing more vulnerable with her brown hair slicked to her head.
With the immediate danger over, Sesshomaru released her “Sorry. You okay, ma'am?”
“Yeah”
All three of them climbed to their feet and stared at the burning chopper. Sesshomaru glanced at Jack. “Time for Plan B.”
“Plan B?” Kagome asked. “What was Plan B?”
Sesshomaru frowned, much more on his mind then answering her question. With flames shooting up from the downed aircraft, every satellite focused on the southern part of the U.S. would pick up the heat and their trail. Traveling with Kagome would be slow—even if she cooperated—and that was far from a given. So he stalled, thinking, planning, only willing to say so much. “Kincaid's not going to be happy about the chopper.”
Jack shoved hair off his forehead. “I'm not worried about Kincaid. I promised Piper I'd be home today.”
“Then get going. I'll take car of Kagome.”
At his words, Kagome backed away, mumbling something about taking care of herself. Sesshomaru didn't try to stop her. She wouldn't get far in those shoes and heavy dress. Besides, he wanted to say a few words to Jack without her overhearing.
“You sure?” Jack asked.
“Go your wife needs you.”
The two men shook hands.
“Okay,” Jack agreed, then turned up his collar against the rain. Per standard operating procedure he didn't ask which direction Sesshomaru wanted to go, he wouldn't be able to give away Sesshomaru's location. On the other hand, he also wouldn't be able to tell Kincaid where Sesshomaru was. But that was fine. Kincaid gave his men room to operate and right now, Sesshomaru intended to take advantage of that modus operandi.
“Jack, when's the baby due?” Sesshomaru asked.
Jack grinned, “Babies don't come according to a reliable ETA. Why?”
“You have time to lay a false trail to the south and buy us some time?”
“No problem.”
No problem for him, maybe. Sesshomaru still had to talk to Kagome, who was fleeing to the north. He supposed that direction was as good as any.