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Its me again, and I'm at it again..lol

The train had approach it's destination, the farmers waited for the train to stop, when it did they all open all the doors to start pulling out the cargo, what they didn't expect when they open one of the doors was a bloody body to come tumbling down with the hay for the cows. Three men ran up to the motionless body, one of the farmers when up to the body to see if there was any sign of life within, to his surprise the pulse on his neck and the rise and lowering of the bodies chest that has now been identified as a man told the farmer that this man was still indeed alive, but for how much longer?. Nobody knew, so with out any further notice they lifted his body and laid it onto the old pick-up truck.

"He seems to have gotten shot on his left shoulder".said one of the farmers that rescued the man, "and by the looks off it he lost a lot of blood" he continue.

So with that one of the farmers washed his hands, he put his finger inside the bullet wound to see if there was a bullet inside, and there was, so he grab some pliers in proceeded to take it out, after he did, he sewed the man's wound up and left him to rest.

Slowly golden molten eyes stared to open ever so slightly, trying to adjust to the light of the sun. A man to be in his late twenties, with pale skin of milk and long silver white silky like hair set up from the bed he was laying in, bones cracking as he did the simple task lead to indicated that he was in bed for a long time. He try to stand up but the pain in his left shoulder instantly made him sit back down, he try a few more times until he finally did he walk up to a worn out mirror and took in his appearance, his hair was a mess tangled up and bloody, his kimono shirt that once upon a time was bright pure white with red hexagons and white flowers designs, was now dirty and also full off blood, very old dried up blood that is. He had enough of looking at his distraught appearance so he looked away and slowly walk out the room he was in.

Once outside in the desert hot weather footsteps to his left startled him, wincing at the pain from his shoulder as he turn to look, there was a Japanese man that look to be in his late to early fifties approaching him.

"I see you're up my boy, that was one hell off a gun shoot you received" said the Japanese man. "i knew you were going to make it"he continue

"Hn" was the white haired man's response.

There was an awkward silence, but it was soon broken by the farmer

"Oh, sorry where are my manners, My name is Yuudai, nice to greet you " said the farmer now known as Yuudai with an extended hand

"And mine is Sesshoumaru"..

Well this is my new Story,I know this 1st chapter is short, but as you all know by now my chapters tend to be long. So hopefully I will Keep this story going and try to update it as soon as I can. I'm a very busy women.. LoL.

Please Read & review.

I want to know what you all think.

Much Love Axellyne M.