He felt it pulse silently but strongly, as if trying to wake him up from a deep sleep. It shook trying to wake up the decayed body, that has been dead for all these many years. It's wretched skin that had been lost the first six months of his death seemed to be regrowing. The bones shook as if possessed, wanting to break free of its confines. The flesh eating maggots that had taken residence in the corpse vanished. The grave shook as if by a force equal to that of an earthquake.

Flesh, flawless in it's entirety and flawlessness, regenerated. At first with a blue greenish color that only covered the bone but soon turned to the lean muscular physique, that had once been this broken body. It took shape and the eyes of that of a molten sunrise on a beautiful surface, returned with the same brilliance and strength that had once resided there. The powerful claws that had slayed so many and struck fear in so many more were made anew in their ferocity. His once proud broad shoulders were restored to their prideful form. But the most prominent feature on the form was the long silver hair that had once been scarce on the corpse, that now flowed around him and returned to their brilliant silver sheen.

The molten lava eyes snapped open looking around the dark surroundings, looking for any signs of life or light, but when he tried to take a breath to call out to someone or something he realized he couldn't breathe, that there was no air to let him breathe, or talk, and he also realized that there was no room to walk or move. Without realizing it, he did something the form before his death would have never done, or at least not showed: He panicked. In his moment of fleeting worry he pushed with all his might. At first it would not budge, but he tried a second time, and on his third try when he felt close to the point from which he had just returned, his long lost strength was rejuvenated.

With the new burst of strength and the ability to hold his breathe just a bit longer than he ever thought possible, he pushed once more. This time he felt something move and that convinced him to push a little harder, but not quite enough to get the barrier above him to let go. As he continued to push an image stuck in his head of a raven haired beauty with pink supple lips and eye drawing blue eyes, but the seemed sad and lonely. The thought of the girl and the fact that she looked so sad made him feel a pang of guilt he had never felt before, the eyes are what caught his attention. The way they seemed to look so dejected and forlorn made him think that something was wrong and that they were never meant to be that way.

He then felt enraged that such a beauty could look so hurt, and with a burst of anger he threw all the things keeping him from escaping to the surface off of him and watched them scatter about and felt dirt hit his face, but it didn't really register in his mind because all he could do was stare at the setting horizon laying down in his grave, thinking, wondering, and pondering about the raven haired girl that's name he could not recall, he now also couldn't remember her face anymore; Only her forsaken blue eyes and her beautiful hair. He could also not remember his name or where he was, all he knew was that he longed to see this beauty that had given him the strength to stop from returning from whence he had just came. He looked for the word he had to describe this feeling he was feeling for this face: love and wanting is what he came up with.

With that same wanting and love he tried to figure out a way to escape the 20 foot deep hole and looked around for something to aid him in his quest to escape. As he searched he realized he had nothing on and quickly looked for something to cover his naked form. In his quest he found a sword that seemed to be calling to him and urging him to take hold of it and never let it go. He obliged and felt a surge of power. As he continued searching he found another sword and one word came to mind: Tokijin. As he picked it up he instantly dropped it as he to dropped to the ground on his knees with an excruciating headache. Memories and faces flashed through his head of a demon that had gone corrupt with a red glow that resembled the now red glow of the sword. For a brief second he thought searching for said demon, but quickly saw that the demon had been killed by the same hands that were clutching his head.

He then saw an old man with large eyes and little pupils with a black cow with the same eyes. Tatosai, he recalled. Now the headache stopped as did the images. Even though of the pain he had to suffer he still felt grateful to have had the images implanted in his head. Now instead of wandering around like a lost fool he knew where to start, but on that note he began once more on his quest for coverage. As he looked he saw something in a clear container that seemed to be squeezed very tight, but had some how remained clean and when he picked it up the dirt just brushed right off. Because of the transparency, in the bag he could see what looked like garments, so he tried to open the it.

At first it was hard, the bag could never be opened by human hands so he put a little strength into it. Finally it opened, and once it did the scent of Sakura Blossoms and roses filled the hole. It seemed familiar but from something he could not quite recall. Sesshomaru took out the garments and looked at them the clothes were bringing back a memory, as quick as a flash spots of blood appeared and he dropped them. He then looked at it on the ground and saw that they were clean but some what covered in dirt, he quickly picked it up and brushed it off. He looked at the left over garments and quickly figured they were under clothes, he also realized that he was filthy. He looked down at his body and saw dirt and somethings that he would rather not identify. He slipped on the undergarments and jumped out of the 20 foot deep hole. Luckily there was a river next to his hole or 'home' is what he should have called it because it seemed as if he had been in there for a while.

He looked around for something to help wash himself off and soap, in his search he bent over to see a burden that was bothering his feet and as he did a cloth fell out of the bundle in his arms. He wondered how all of this was happening, maybe it was magic, he really had no clue but he was not going to complain. He then looked around the river to find something to make soap with, and found instead that someone had left soap over from their last bath.

'My angel must be somehow looking out for me.' he thought with a small smile.

He quickly jumped into the cool river and washed himself off. When he got out he shook the water off and put on his clothes. When putting on his clothes he wondered what to do with the swords and the left over boa. Sesshomaru looked down at himself and saw his sash and decided to put both swords through one side of the sash. Now as for the boa he though of hanging it off of both shoulders but realized that it itched something fierce. Instead he hung it off of one shoulder. If only he knew how powerful he looked and how he would strike fear into the one he called his daughter, Rin.

He wondered where to find this 'Tatosai' and seeing as he had no clue he went in the direction of the east. He walked slowly but surely with confidence and his head held up high. Without knowing he walked with the stoic mask that he had acquired before his death. He payed good attention to his surroundings as he realized that the sun had now set.

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