InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Take My Breath Away ❯ Take My Breath Away ( Chapter 1 )

By: Roxotaku
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inu-Yasha, never claimed to, nope. It belongs to that wonderful mangaka Rumiko Takahashi and her publishers.

The song in this fic is “Take My Breath Away” by Berlin
Some people who are younger than me may know it if they are Tom Cruise fans.
It was used during the sex scene between him and Kelly McGillis in the movie
“Top Gun.”

A/N: Please excuse any errors in use of Japanese words and lack of knowledge about certain episodes. I have only seen the eps. aired on Adult Swim, and only own some of the Viz manga. I don’t download any fansubs or scanslations of Inu-Yasha, no room, my husband has my hard drive loaded up with his crap!

Take My Breath Away

The battle had been fierce, worse by far than any they had fought before. Naraku had set a horde of reptilian youkai against them in the narrow confines of a forest, and they had been hard pressed. These particular youkai had nasty venomous fangs, and poison barbs on their wrists and ankles. Kagome leaned back against a tree, panting. In one hand she held her bow, now lowered in exhaustion. By her side was an empty quiver for the arrows she had shot feverishly during the melee. With trepidation she tried to account for her friends, ignoring her own bruised and tattered state.

Miroku was about ten yards away, kneeling on the ground gasping, his kazaana just recently re-covered with fabric and prayer beads. Like Kagome his clothes were torn and shredded from the youkai’s barbs, but he seemed to be otherwise unharmed.

Sango was beginning to get up from a ditch she had landed in nearby. Her hiraikotsu lay next to her, blackened with the blood of the youkai. Smears of black were on her face and clothes, but they looked to be only dirt and youkai blood, not her own.

Shippo was high in a tree, away from the action. But where was Inu-Yasha?

“Shippo, can you see Inu-Yasha from up there?” Kagome called to the kitsune.

The little fox youkai scrambled out from the confines of the thick branches and got on the edge of the nearest tree limb to look around. Kagome watched him as his small red head appeared from the foliage and scanned the area.

“Over there,” he pointed to a deep stand of trees, “I can see the red of his clothes.”

“Inu-Yasha, Inu-Yasha!” Kagome called in that direction.

When she got no answer, Miroku and Sango started calling as well.

“He’s not moving,” said Shippo.

Those words galvanized Kagome into action. The adrenaline rang in her ears as she dropped everything and ran. The squish of dead youkai under her feet did not deter her as she pushed her way through the trees. Inu-Yasha lay on the ground next to several dead youkai, Tetsusaiga still drawn and clutched in his hand. He was unconscious and had an unhealthy greenish pallor to his skin. As she bent down to check his pulse, her heart beating wildly, Miroku and Sango reached them.

“It looks like he may have youkai venom in him,” said Miroku, his face solemn with worry. “We have to check for puncture or slash wounds.”

The three of them began pulling aside his sleeves and shirt to look. Kagome gasped as she found a deep gash on his right forearm that was bubbling with green venom. Before anyone else could react, she jumped up and went to look for her pack. Miroku sighed in exasperation and called out to her.

“Kagome, I don’t know if your medicines from the future can help him,” he yelled after her, “this is youkai venom.”

She tried not to trip, her eyes blinded by tears. I have to try to help him, thought Kagome, Inu-Yasha can’t die. Shippo stood next to her pack at the base of the tree he had been in, and tried to pummel her with questions while she dug into it. It was futile though, she was single minded in her efforts. Several times she had to swipe at her eyes with the back of her hands to clear her tears so she could see what she was doing. Finally she found some analgesic, bandages and a canteen, and went running back, Shippo in tow.

As Kagome approached the stand of trees again, Miroku and Sango, who were carrying Inu-Yasha between them, met her. They laid him on a patch of clean grass, and Kagome began to frantically apply the analgesic and clean and bind the wound. His breaths were shallow, and he had not regained consciousness. His skin still looked a sickly color.

“We have to get him back to Kaede as soon as possible,” Kagome said, “can we use Kirara Sango?”

“Yes, I see her over by Shippo’s tree,” Sango replied, “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I asked. Miroku, Shippo and I will get back on foot. It will be faster if she only takes you and Inu-Yasha.”

Sango beckoned and the fire cat came over to them. Kirara graciously agreed to help, and changed into her larger youkai form. Kagome mounted her, and Shippo handed up her pack, which she strapped to her back. Carefully they handed the unconscious hanyou to her and she held him in a half prostrate position against her. Inu-Yasha’s head rested on her breasts, his head tucked under her chin, and she locked her arms tightly around his chest under his arms. As the others watched, Kirara flew away.

“What do you think?” asked Sango to Miroku.

The houshi shook his head.

“He has his own youkai blood in his favor.” Said Miroku, “But his human blood is working against him. I can’t really say for sure, but it will be touch and go until Kagome gets some help for him.”

Sango sighed.

“Yes, I’m thinking the same thing.” She said.

Kagome estimated they had been traveling for a few hours when she began to notice Inu-Yasha’s temperature rising. She felt his forehead, and decided reluctantly that they had to stop. She instructed Kirara to find someplace near water, a stream or small spring would do. Very shortly they stopped by a spring that fed a small, bubbling brook. Kagome dismounted as carefully as she could, staggering a bit under Inu-Yasha’s dead weight. She slipped him off Kirara’s back and set about making a comfortable spot for him. When she had him lying on his back she examined him and found he was drenched in sweat, his silvery hair plastered to his face. Sighing resignedly, she knew she had no choice but to strip him and bathe him to try and bring down his temperature. She wasn’t sure how aspirin would work on hanyou metabolisms, and did not think she could get it in him anyway while he was still unconscious.

It took a while longer then she had hoped, as she struggled to remove his haori, hakama and white undershirt. When she had him undressed, she moved his long hair aside off his face and body from where it clung. Having never seen him naked before, she blushed as she worked, furious with herself at the feelings she had as she surreptitiously looked at his body. He’s sick, possibly dying, and my hormones have to flare? She thought with disgust. Thank kami he’s unconscious and can’t see me blushing. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and reached for a towel in her pack. As she dipped it in the brook, she knew she would be getting a closer examination of the hanyou than she ever would have thought to, and told herself to get a grip.

Kagome turned to him with the wet towel, and gasped as she took the sight of him all in at once for the first time. Despite his illness, he was breathtaking to her. His sculpted mouth was slightly open, the tips of his fangs just visible. The turned up nose looked like it belonged on a younger, more innocent face. His upswept brows above his large eyes gave his face a dramatic look. Bending over, she began to wipe his brow and worked her way down the planes of his face. Next she did his strong, slender neck and broad shoulders. She was careful when she got to his arms to avoid the bandages, not wanting to disturb the wound. His chest was surprisingly hairless, his pecs hard and well defined. By the time she got to his washboard abs, she was trembling and sweating. She had to stop a few times to wipe her own brow and push the hair out of her face. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to do his hips and pubic region. Tears came to her eyes as she was flooded by her raging emotions, while she wiped the deep indents of his slender hips. His flaccid cock lay in a sweaty tangle of silver pubic hair, large even in repose over his low hanging balls.

“Kagome…” he suddenly moaned as the washcloth brushed this region, and she jumped with an ‘eep!’ of surprise.

Was he awake?

“Inu-Yasha,” she said tentatively, looking into his face.

No his eyes, were closed, his breathing a little ragged. As she watched he drew his brows down into a frown and turning his head to one side, murmured her name again. It was all too much for her to bear, everyone always thought her so strong, but not at this moment.
Overcome with emotion, she started to cry, bending over his prone body so her tears fell on his chest.

“Oh, Inu-Yasha, I love you…don’t die.” She sobbed.

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Watching every motion
In my foolish lover’s game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.06.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 3.0K | Status: Completed