InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stranded ❯ Abandon plane. ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Abandon plane.

 

 

“Flight 127, ready for boarding.”

 

Kagome was pleased hearing the announcement. She looked around she could not see Inuyasha. Fetching a sigh of relief, she quickly stood and approached the line.

 

This jet was larger than the last. She felt at ease somewhat-that is, if she actually made it to her destination. She closed her eyes, and felt someone sit in the seat besides her. She prayed to all the gods that it was not who she thought it was. She gradually opened up her eyes, and cringed when she saw the same man.

 

“Oh, for the love of God…how come you have to sit next to me? Isn't there another place that you can sit?” she growled.

 

Inuyasha grimaced when he saw that he sat next her again as he took his seat. `I have been cursed.' He cringed at the mere thought. Hearing her voice was like ice. “ Actually, my seat is here. I guess you're going to have to either deal with it, or you can demand another seat. I don't plan on going anywhere.”

 

 

 

Neither one of them spoke a word to each other. Three hours into the flight, a sudden jolt brought them out of their stupor. The Captain's voice came over the speakers, announcing to fasten their seatbelts. The airplane began to shake violently as it suddenly descended towards the vast ocean.

 

Kagome grabbed onto Inuyasha's arm for dear life. The safety gear dropped from the above compartment. She grabbed the oxygen mask, and carefully pulled it over her mouth.

 

Inuyasha had done the same.

 

“I'm going to die, and this is all your fault,” she cried, as tears streamed down her face.

 

“My fault? How is this my fault?” he snapped. He knew that she was just scared; he could smell it all over her. He felt her clutch his shirt harder. He could not help her; however, he could only try to comfort her.

 

 

Inuyasha growled loudly when he heard the sounds of metal shearing off. Although trying to be brave, he did not feel brave. He grabbed her hand, and held her tightly. He would probably survive this crash, as he was a demon. She, however, would not, and he did not want that to happen.

 

He watched in awe. He could hear the crumbling of the metal under pressure. He knew that the large flying beast would not be able to withstand the strain much longer. As if on cue, the jet broke apart. He could hear deafening screams come from the plummeting sections of the plane. It descended towards her demise, along with those fallen souls.

 

The wind was fierce as it sucked out anything that wasn't strapped in. He could hear the wrenching of the seats behind him as screams echoed where they once sat.

 

As quickly as it happened, it was over. A large crash followed by a splash indicated that they indeed gone down. Water quickly flooded the aircraft, and dragged her further into her watery grave. Inuyasha glanced over at Kagome. He needed to react quickly if they were going to survive. He did not know what was worse…drowning or taking the chances of being lost at sea. He decided to be lost at sea. With haste, he removed his bracelet, which revealed his true form. Long silver hair cascaded down his shoulders, replacing the once shiny ebony hair; brown eyes soon turned into gold; fangs appeared in his mouth; and sharp claws extended out of his hands, which made quick work of their seatbelts. He pulled her out of the devastation before the force of suction from the doomed airliner drew them down.

 

He did not think about the other passengers. He only thought of the fire-breathing dragon that had next to him, who deemed at the moment unconscious. He swam up from the sinking craft, and breached the surface. Loose debris had to begun to emerge from the depths. He took in his surroundings; all he could see was water. His head shifted toward the sky. He sniffed the air; he caught a whiff of land and the lingering smell of the smoke as the last part of her broken wing plummeted along with her captain. He hoped that there would be surviving passengers; however, none appeared. He sighed, and a wave of guilt crept into his very being. `I could have saved them, I should have tried,' he reasoned to himself. Even so, it was a failed attempt, he could only rescue one, and he knew it. `If I saved them all, then I wouldn't be here right now, I would be with…' He did not want to finish his thought. He shook his head fiercely, and tried not to let the culpability beat him down. He needed to survive…not for himself, but for her.

 

The day lengthened and still no sign of land. The smell was stronger than before, however the current and her cruel trickery made it harder for him to reach his destination, not to mention the glaring sun beating down its warm rays. `How ironic, to only die of thirst, when water is surrounding you,' he mused at the vindictive joke.

 

Water splashed up onto his face; it taunted him, almost made fun of his futile attempts. He tried hard not let the salty water enter his mouth or his nostrils; he seized his head back, pulling the cataleptic woman closer to his neck. He desperately tried to keep them afloat. Bright blue skies let hope in; he prayed that he could glimpse a glimmer of life fly bye, which indicated there was land nearby. Yet none came. His arm curled around her chest and shoulder, while his free hand strongly back paddled.

 

Relying on instincts alone, his demon strength was brute force. He still worried about the pending dangers of being in the deep-sea…sharks, and whatever ill-fated creature had caught scent of the fresh blood that dripped from her very brow. `She must of hit her head hard,' he contemplated. He wanted to clean the wound, but he could not—he needed to stay on course.

 

“Dammit all to hell! I can smell the land, but where is it?” he yelled. Today was not the day he would become a meal for some hungry fish.

 

As if God himself was with him, a single gull flew above them, his majestic wings spanned out catching the free wind. A soft call came from the white bird, almost as if he was trying to tell them, `This way is land, follow me.'

 

He would have rubbed his eyes; unfortunately, the brackish water would callously burn them, rendering him useless. He'd need all his senses in order to face the volatile situation ahead. He recalled the horrendous sounds emanating from the broken plane earlier that day, which would perpetually disturb him, as he followed the unsuspecting bird.

 

He glanced down at the still-comatose female. He could soften to her dire need, her desire only to endure, and be with him. He chuckled at the mere notion: `Yeah, Dragon Lady will probably blame this on me, too.' However, he did not care, his mission right now was a dry beach, or a nice large city.

 

Kagome started stirring, she could feel the coldness of the ocean tides as she felt herself drift with a very strong arm wrapped around her, touching her very breasts. A sudden pain distracted her. She automatically lifted her hand, up only to feel the warm seeping wound. She moaned in pain at her own touch. `What happened? Where am I?' she reflected. Flashbacks of the ill-fated crash swam through her head. She closed her eyes, not wanting to reflect. She choked as a sudden splash from the water entered her mouth. The taste of salt almost made her heave. She had hoped that this was all a bad dream, and she would awake any minute as she finished her deal in Jamaica.

 

Inuyasha could feel her stir, and asked, “Are you alright?”

 

She grunted when hearing that all familiar voice. “Inuyasha?”

 

Under different circumstances, he would have chuckled at her weakened attempt to say his name; however, this was not the time for entertainment. In addition, she did not know his true state yet. He pondered the idea of how she would freak out on him; she'd probably panic and attempt to drown him. He restrained his fear. “Kagome, do you remember what happened?”

 

She wanted to speak; but no words escaped her mouth. Her once spirited eyes were now dull and lifeless. Fatigue set in quickly, as she collapsed into his strong chest.

 

“Dammit, Kagome…wake up!” he ordered, as he tried to shake her. He knew that she had just gone into shock and sleep was not something she needed to be doing right at this moment. He repeated himself, and shook her with a little more force. However, his endeavor was fruitless.

 

 

An unnerving feeling embedded in his stomach. He could sense something coming, and it was under them, `No, I cannot lose her—not now!” Just then, the animal he sensed popped its unsuspecting head out of the water, clicking companionably. The inquisitive mammal, dove under the water again, as if it was playing with them. `I can't believe that I thought it was a shark.' Relief flushed his face. Soon they were surrounded by a pod of dolphins. He could not pinpoint what species they were, however, he was grateful that they were indeed there. No sharks would harm them now. The small gray creatures leapt into the air and landed with a deafening smack, and water splashed upon their faces.

 

As the mammal swam by him, he quickly grabbed on to its dorsal fin, and hitched a ride. The animal was obliging, as if it almost sensed the distress of the two beings in his domain.

 

Thankful his head was away from the cascading water that was now hitting the back of his silvery locks; he could feel the powerful flukes as they danced up and down emanating a strong current under his very feet. He heard the animal's sudden breach; it made a “pssssshhh” sound. He felt tranquil; he almost wanted to close his eyes for some much needed rest. He fought the urge to collapse. He willed himself to stay awake. He needed to know where his newfound savior was taking them. He could only hope towards shore.

 

 

It seemed like hours have passed. He was reluctant to loose his grip, careful not too penetrate the rubbery slick skin of the docile creature with his razor sharp claws. Ears suddenly perked up when hearing flocks of seabirds above them; hovering over them, then diving into the depths with their wings tucked in. They dove like missiles, only coming out with a large fish. The strong smell of land was near. He almost wanted to turn around and look—and all the same, he did not. Fear embraced him; anxiety of loosing hope, as if he were to turn around and only be a disappointing wish, but the chatter of the birds signified how close they really were.

 

Inquisitiveness won the war once again, and slowly turned his head around, a thrill raced through his core, the dolphin indeed saved them as he looked at the small island, and its white sandy beaches looked like paradise. Nevertheless, a wave of sadness hit him hard-no, it was not heaven; this was their new penitentiary. Only time would tell when they would be getting off the diminutive isle.