Not dead yet
It was dark. Comfortable softness was surrounding him – like he would be lying on a silk futon. Someone was also humming. Death was supposed to be something peaceful and quiet, but it certainly wasn't quiet; Yamato could clearly hear buzzling of people outside.
He was supposed to be death! Or had he reborn? No, that shouldn't be possible. In that case he wouldn't remember his supposedly past life. And the whole idea seemed short of far-fetched.
If he was alive, where was he? How long had he been unconscious? And what about the humming man in the next room – a foe or friend? Friend… Jack and Akiko: "What happened to you after that…?" Yamato thought, but he knew he would not come up with answers just by lying here.
Only now he opened his eyes. He was in an average size room with tatami floor and paper walls. Yes, it was a basic room with nothing eye catching in it.
"Nngh…" rising up he felt a surging pain his chest. It felt like he had a rib or two broken, but he was bandaged. Also - the humming had stopped; that person must have heard him groan. There was few hastily steps and shoji flew open. At the doorway stood a samurai – his katana unsheathed.
AN: I started to write this fanfiction because I've noticed how Yamato's presumed death touched many fans. He was also one of my favorite charas. So, I decided give him another chance to live.
I'll apologize for any grammar errors.
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