[center][u][b]Jaakuna Aka[/b][/u]
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Nothing… Nothing… Nothing… Nothing. [b]Nothing[/b] matters at all. Until a spark, a touch. What is that? A hand? No, hands are soft. This is soft too, but in a rough way. Too many hands? No, cold. Like dirt. Uncaring dirt. Why dirt? Suddenly, pain! Why pain!? It’s the dirt! It’s crushing! It’s uncomfortable! Climb out of the dirt! Hands scrapped the earth, pulling it aside. Digging. Up? Must be up! Just dig! Crawling, climb! Can’t breath! [b]Need air![/b]

The cockroach was lucky to have been watching. Had he been there when a claw broke the surface of the dirt, he’d be dead. A hand, long clawed like fingernails bursting out. Waving at the air, slashing and twisting! A head came next, air rushing into his lungs, eyes wide and full of fire. Dirt rolled from his hair, clung to his skin as if to hold the body down. Begging him to return to his grave. But he was blind, deaf, dead to world except for that sensation of touch. A hand pressed against his chest, feeling the air rush into his lungs. 

Alive! What happened last? Seijuro! A killing blow, but it was mutual. A blade in his chest, life dripping between his fingers. And yet, he was here. Where was here? Did they bury him? Ha, what a prank that would be. Walking into Konoha after being declared dead. The fox sage al- Wait… Sight was returning. His ears drumming as sound drifted in. 
[color=9e0b0f]“So you’re awake now?”[/color] That voice seemed excited. 
[color=ed1c24]”I am, but what did I awake to?”[/color] Jaakuna Aka whispered softly, eyes drifting around the cave. His insides in agony for just a moment before he leaned forward, and vomited. A thick liquid splashed to the ground, and his nose returned just in time to catch the scent. Embalming. He was dead, they’d preserved his body… Gross. 

[b]NOW[/b]
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Two hours ago… That was how long it took to get dressed. That and catch up on modern times. The cockroach kept it simple. Twenty years, dug up and given life again for a reason. The big concern had been food, as Jaakuna had managed to eat at least two whole hams. Coming back to life did a number on the body. As he pulled the meat from his third ham bone, the fox sage had neared his destination. Konoha, the outskirts anyway. He went off the main roads, couldn’t draw attention. Orders not to. And for some reason, he couldn’t say no. Being undead did that to you, most likely. 

Jaakuna landed on a sturdy branch, feeling the wood thud under his touch.  [color=ed1c24]”Should have known.”[/color] Jaakuna frowned, eyes focused on his benefactor. The man responsible for his second life.  [color=ed1c24]”Was hell to lax in security when it came to Seijuro Nandate? Or was ripping out your heart too lax on my part?”[/color]