InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hijacked Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 5

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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 fianc�, 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: 12.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 868 | Status: Work In Progress

Hijacked honeymoon

Chapter 5

Sesshomaru could have angled his mouth over Kagome's to silence her. But however much he might have enjoyed gathering her into his arms and testing her own brand of southern sass, he couldn't take advantage of her. She was an innocent target, and he had to keep that first and foremost in mind. So, he gently clamped one hand over her mouth, tugged her against him with the other. With her back pressed to his chest, he didn't have to face the temptation of her smart lips. Or see the accusing anger in her eyes.

She struggled, twisting her full hips against his. She tried to stomp on his foot, kick his shin, ram her elbow into his stomach but he shifted and avoided damage from her attack.

“Stop it,” he whispered in her ear. And she paid no attention.

No doubt sensing this as an opportunity to escape him, she wriggled, squirmed and twisted until he feared she would hurt herself. However, her strength was no match for his and he had no fear of her shouting out.

Yet, with her bottom brushing his crotch, his body responded of it's own accord, creating a storm of sensation he would have preferred not to suffer. As he held Kagome for several long minutes, sweat broke out on his forehead. His pulse sped at her proximity. The men in the chopper seemed to take an eternity to move on with there search, and as he breathed in the early scent of mud, rain and a light citrus scent from her hair, it became increasingly difficult to pretend Kagome wasn't a very desirable woman.

Last night, as he'd gone over contingency plans, ha hadn't anticipated this kind of reaction. But then, he hadn't considered he'd have to hold her this closely, or that top of her head seemed made to fit under his chin. Or that her slick skin would be so soft. Or her conversation would be so impertinent, intriguing and intelligent.

Since Kagome's father was eccentric and brilliant, Sesshomaru should have taken into account that his daughter might have inherited his intellect. But Sesshomaru had gone into mission with a prejudice about her that had come from reading a too-brief file. Because she'd always lived in a small town, because she'd dropped out of collage to nurse her dying mother, because she was willing to marry a man she'd known for less then six months, he'd expected Kagome to be more naïve, less suspicious of him. So now he found himself unprepared to deal with his attraction to her on a variety of levels, both physical and mental.

“Mmm.” She tried screaming through his hand.

Sesshomaru's friends would have found his situation comical. He didn't, though. Nor did he think it ironic that the first woman he'd been attracted to in a long time believed he might kill her. The soft sounds escaping from her sealed lips wouldn't carry far, but they needed to keep moving. And walking with his hand clamped over her mouth wasn't a viable option

He tried reasoning with her. “My choices are to knock you out and carry you, or you can cooperate. What's it going to be?”

“Uh. Mm.”

“I'll take that to mean you'll cooperate. Since you've proved that I can't trust you, I'm going to gag you. Sorry.” From his pocket, Sesshomaru removed a relatively clean piece of material that he'd saved from her dress in case a situation such as this one arose, twisted it and slipped it between her teeth. After tying it tightly at the back of her head, he turned her around to face him. “I know it's uncomfortable. But don't touch the gag, and I won't tie your hands. Once we're out of shouting range, you can remove the gag. Okay?”

She nodded, her eyes firing angry missiles, even as she blinked back tears.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” Even as he said the words, he knew she didn't believe him. With every muscle taut with anger, she held her shoulders stiff, her back straight, her neck taut. Resigned to her hostility, he pointed. “We'll head north. You set the pace.”

They walked for fifteen minutes, going through several fast-running streams, around thick underbrush of mountain laurel, sumac, azaleas and rhododendron and around the edges of a low-lying area of cypress. At least the rain would cleaned the air of their scent and ground water would confuse any dogs set on their trail. As a snake slithered through the grass, he set his feet down with care. A crow cawed, and rabbits darted. Meanwhile, he racked his brain, trying to think of anything he could say to convince her that he wasn't about to murder her. But he came up with zip.

The storm finally slowed to a drizzle and then stopped, but the trees continued to drip and the humidity prevented their cloths from drying. He stopped in a rocky area. “Okay. You can remove the gag.”

Her hands had trouble with the knot, so he untied it for her. He half expected a diatribe of curses to follow, but she breathed deeply and didn't say a word. He hadn't a clue what she was thinking, but he shouldn't have cared. His thoughts should have been focused on covering their trial, on figuring out what to do next. He kept wanting to reassure her, but didn't know how.

“Do you need to rest?”

“I'm okay”

“How're your feet holding up?”

“I'm okay,” she repeated, but she wasn't.

Now that they'd stopped, he could see her shivering and clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. He wished he could warm her with his body heat, but even in the moonlight he could see her outrage. The last thing she'd welcome was his touch. He could stop and build a fire but suspected they couldn't afford to waste that kind of time. “Look, I don't know who sabotaged the chopper, but whoever it was may be on are tail.”

She spoke carefully, as if afraid he might strike her if she said the wrong thing. “Maybe the chopper going down was an accident. Maybe no one is after us except good people who are attempting a rescue. Maybe you haven't thought out all the consequences of your actions.”

“Maybe.”

“But you don't agree?”

“In my business, I've survived by assuming the worst. By being careful. My boss, Kincaid, is a fanatic when it comes to maintaining equipment. He hires only the best men and mechanics. It's much more likely that Hogo got wind of our attempt to protected you and tried to stop us.”

“But according to your theory, Hogo wanted to use me. He didn't want me dead. And you never did say how my father is connected to Hogo,” she prodded.

“We aren't sure of all the details.” He started walking along a deer path, and she kept up with him where the path was wide, fell back behind him when the trail narrowed to allow only single file.

“What do you mean, you aren't sure?” Her voice rose in bitter annoyance mixed with a saucy Southern drawl. “Are you saying you made me miss my own wedding on a hunch?”

“Before Hogo was transferred to Alabama, he was one of the men to protect your father. The two of them became friends.”

“So now your saying both my father and my fiancé are traitors?”

“No.” He winced at her razor-sharp tone. “I'm saying that Hogo cozied up to your father to learn his weakness.”

“His weakness?” She sighed. “Look, I'm wet, tired and cold. You have to explain better because I'm certainly not following your line of reasoning—assuming you have one.”

He ignored her sarcasm, knowing it was due to discomfort and frustration. “Your father's weakness is you.”

“Ha,” she snorted. “Now I know you're making up fairy tales. I've never spoken to my father. Never received so much as a birthday card.”

Sesshomaru slapped himself on the forehead and stopped dead in his tracks. She almost bumped into him. After reaching into his pocket, he removed a photograph. “Dr. Higurashi may not have ever spoken to you, but he loves you.”

“Right. And next you're going to tell me that I've won the lottery.”

He handed her the picture and shined his penlight on it. “Look.”

She scowled at the gray-haired scientist and, front and center on Dr. Higurashi's desk, the picture of her, wearing her high school graduation cap and gown. He pointed out a detail she might have otherwise missed. “In the corner of your picture is another snapshot of you when you were five.” When she remained silent, Sesshomaru continued, “You do recognize your father?”

“My mom had a wedding picture of the two of them. He's older here. But yes, it's him.” She swallowed hard. “But I don't understand. How did he get these pictures of me?”

“I don't know. But obviously, he kept track of you over the years. On his own way he loves you.”

“If he'd loved me he would have found a way to stay around and do his research.”

“His work was dangerous. Maybe he didn't wish to put you in danger. But whatever his reasons, he loved you, and Hogo knew it. We think Hogo intended to take you out or the country in order to blackmail your father into doing what he wanted.”

Her eyes snapped up from the picture to stare at him. “What Hogo wanted?”

“Right now your father is voluntarily stashed in a secret location. Hogo's scheme was to use you to prevent your father from completing his work.”

“Use me? How?”

“We don't know have all the details. Just enough to know Hogo meant you harm and that you need protection.”

Along with a strong measure of disbelief, the sass was back in her tone. “And you expect me to actually trust you based on the meagre evidence of a picture, which any computer nerd could have altered in PhotoShop?”

“I have other evidence.” Sesshomaru pulled out the tiny camcorder from his pocket and held it up. “We caught Hogo on video.”

“You were watching him? Why?”

“The details are classified. But his movements made one of our agents suspicious.”

“Show me,” she demanded.

“I planned to, but I'm not sure how much juice is left in the battery. We may need what's left for more important things.”

Suspicion flared in her eyes. “Like what?”

“Our survival.”