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Chapter One
Naraku: The Loose Thread of Time
The figure clothed in white fur shifted ever so slightly. A face, hidden by a baboon mask, watched with keen eyes at the scene in front of him. It suddenly came to the dark hanyou why he had been continuously thwarted by the group in front of him. There was something about two certain figures, some sort of a bond that had never been around another similar couple. Naraku realized what he needed to prevent in order to complete his goal. He turned and faded away, a single thought in his mind.
Narakuappeared next to a dilapidated castle, crumbling from an eternity of existence. It had taken four days to hunt down the building, but as he walked inside, he knew it had been well worth the wait. The difference could have been between night and day. Inside, candles sent a warm glow over clean rooms, but it was the walls Naraku was interested in. Walls covered with tapestries, telling stories of thousands of generations.
Many people had attempted to find the castle of time, but few succeeded. Those who did manage to find it once were never able to again, and Naraku knew he would have to finish all that he wanted to in this one trip. He set to work upon one specific tapestry, pulling out threads and reworking the pictures, weaving his own dark story.
Before he could completely finish, he sensed the golden guardians of time. The dark hanyou knew he was no match for them, so he left before they managed to find him. He had not completed his final tapestry, but he felt enough had been done that he could complete the last bit himself.
Soon, all would be right within his dark and twisted world.