InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Its Just The Beginning ❯ Chapter 20

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Fear unlike anything he'd ever known rose as he realized that Kagome was pregnant. The knowledge that he was going to be a Father, a true Leader. It was something he'd always thought about. Something he'd always wanted—with the woman he loved.
That wasn't all that he felt. Rage poured in, following closely on fears heels. The thought of his pup in mortal danger, so precious, so helpless against the outside world...Kumiko was bent on revenge because he couldn't be the Alpha. Because he couldn't have Kagome. So murder was his only option? That jealous was turning Kumiko into a depraved, sadisitc son of a bitch.
Kumiko was threatening all that Kouga held dear. For the last time.
He tightened his hold on Kagome's wrist, smelling the fear rising up from her. “It's alright.” He hissed out through clenched teeth, the muscles in his forearm bunching as he held onto her. He jerked her up into the air suddenly with that one hand, literally throwing her upward and releasing her for a split second. She soared inches over his head, her indrawn breath filling his ears and when gravity began to force her back down, her reached out with that free hand and jerked her against his side, his arm around her waist.
The move was dangerous. He could have missed her. He could have dropped her. Hanging onto her as he had, with just one hand around her wrists and trying to avoid the falling boulders while hanging against the cliff wall...it was next to impossible.

He swung them to the side, narrowly avoiding the slide of rocks that came their way. Damn Kumiko!
“Kumiko...” Kouga growled out.
Then the bastard above laughed. Kouga lifted his head, a sense of forboding filling him. He watched as Kumiko pushed a Shrieker Demon forward, much like the one who'd caused Mai to go deaf for that short time.
Too late, Kouga realized, what was going to happen.

Kumiko snapped the Demon's neck and in response, the Demon let out a blood curling scream, the sound waves heavy and thick.   
“Shit, Kagome—“ The rock wall cracked and then split, and a rock slide of boulders and pebbles tore down at that. Everything attached to the Mountain was crumbling. He heard Kagome scream, clutching his side as he lost hold and then they were falling.
Terror filled him and pain, as he watched the other Members of his Pack fall to their more than likely deaths.
He saw the ground fast approaching, Kagome's hair whipping up into his face and he swiftly turned them in mid-air so that Kagome was above him, his arms circling her body from beneath. He clenched his teeth, tightening his arms around Kagome's body as he braced his body for the pain, for death. His death. For Kagome, he'd do it. He'd take her place and he was.
He'd wanted Kagome to have a life free of pain with him...but he'd failed in that area. Hell, she'd been more safe with dog-shit than him.
“I love you, Kagome.” He whispered against her ear, his voice harsh and almost desperate because he NEEDED her to know that. She had to know that he'd give him own life to protect both her and their child.
His whole body splintered as they crashed into the ground and he groaned, his arms spasming around her body. Through the numbing pain he felt her shudder in his arms, heard her throttled scream. His body cushioned the fall for her—barely—but he wasn't sure if she was hurt or not...he couldn't...the world was closing in on him. The pain in his body was excruciating and then...and then nothing.


Terror wasn't a one way street. Whoever had said that had never experienced terror because terror came from every which way. The moment Kouga had lost his hold on the mountain and they'd begun free-falling, her mind wouldn't function past the mind gripping terror.
Kagome heard herself scream; not once did Kouga loosen his hold on her. He didn't let her go. Nothing in her mind believed this would be alright—terror didn't allow that. They were both going to die.
Then she heard his words and by God, she didn't want him to say them. Not now. Not when they were going to die. She wanted to live! She wanted to live for him! She opened her mouth because she had to tell him, let him know that she did love him. God, she did. She loved Kouga.

But she was too late.
They hit the ground on a bone jarring impact, rubble raining down on them. Every bone in her body felt broken, her skin scraped raw. She couldn't breath. “Kouga.” She sobbed his name out, her voice barely a whisper as she forced her eyes open. Her human emotions were shaken, fear and terror. Love. Her body was covered in blood. Cuts, scrapes and bruises. Kouga—
“No.” She forced the word out. She didn't know when he'd done it but he'd flipped them so that he'd taken the fall. Tears filled her eyes as she realized...he'd saved her life...He'd saved her life with that move because THAT would HAVE killed her.
Like hers, his body was covered in scrapes, multiple wounds oozing blood. Scrapes. Bruises. More bruises than she could count already. And she was sure, broken bones. His body had hit the ground so hard that he'd impacted into the ground. Veins rose up along his forward and cheeks, veins busted from the fall so they rose up red and swollen beneath his skin.
She thought she moved but she wasn't sure. No, someone else was lifting her, carefully removing her from kouga's mangled body, still body. The hands were careful but the movements still jarred her wounded, battered body. She heard herself sobbing, reaching out—trying—to Kouga but they just kept pulling her back.
“He's alive, Kagome, but barely.” That was Ginta and she realized she wasn't walking. He was carrying her. “We can try to save him but...” But they weren't sure it would do anygood, were his unspoken words. She knew she couldn't go through that again.
She couldn't lose Kouga. Not like before.
“Down.” She wheezed out. “Put me down.” She didn't wait; she tore out of Ginta's arms and her body protested the movement and she sank to her knee's beside Kouga. The pain stole her breath.
The rose and fall of his chest was irregular. His left leg, more tears came when she saw that, was a tangled mess of blood, skin and bone. White protruded through the skin of his thigh, a bone and blood pumped from the wound. She saw that same glimpse of blue she had fallen in love with in his eyes but surrounded by that were red blood vessels that were spreading.
“Kagome, stop, you're bleeding...”

She ignored the words from behind her, ignoring the twisting pain in her stomach and the overriding pain in the rest of her body. “You save him.” She whispered, not to herself but to the powers that thrived in her body as a Priestess. She braced her hands against his chest, her fingers splayed wide. She was almost afraid to touch him from the fear of causing him more pain.
Bright, hot pink light exploded from her hands and her fingertips sparked. She swore fire sizzled up her arms, causing the hairs to stand on end. She loved him that much, as he loved her, to put her own pain aside. To do anything and everything within her power to save him. She had no idea what she was doing but by God, she was a Priestess—she could do SOMETHING, right?
He didn't move. Not once. She closed her eyes and imagined that purifying energy forcing it's way into his body, giving him the necessity to just survive. Somehow his body would have to heal. Somehow.
“Kagome, stop!” She heard Ginta call her name through the roaring in her ears. He was urgent. Nausa rose up and she wavered but someone caught her before she hit the ground. She couldn't move. She couldn't feel anymore, but she heard him say, “He's breathing on his own. That's all we need.”
She couldn't ignore the pain in her body anymore. It was too sharp. Too agonizing. She doubled over in Ginta's arms, one hand pressed against the vicious, twisting pain in her stomach. There was a strange gushing wetness between her thighs and then she grew light headed.
The people surrounding her grew quiet as Ginta caught her, finally unconscious.

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