AN - Before we begin I'd like to get my thank-yous out of the way. Thank you to Montacia (not on ff), who, by lecturing my nephew that by which side WWII was won by history has been written accordingly has inspired this story. Thanks for making me think about the other perspective. Thank you to all of you beautiful writers here on ffnet who got me back into the Inuyasha fan club after a year of apathy towards it. And most of all, thank you to you, dear readers for giving my story, and hopefully a version of Naraku's through it, a chance. Just a small chapter to start things off but they will not all be this size.
As much as I would love to admit it, these characters aren't mine. Acknowledgement goes to Rumiko Takahashi for creating a world with a certain red-eyed hanyou.
The Victorious.
Preface - Last Thoughts
When the hanyou Naraku that had been plaguing the land of the rising sun for the last two years was dying, two thoughts filled his mind.
One, how cruel fate had been to him; that, even though he had held the Shikon Jewel in his hands for more than enough time to make a wish, his one desire was unattainable. Images of Kikyou fluttered through his mind unbidden; Naraku killed them with pained resolve. Never again.
And two, how history would tell his story. Time slowed down as the entity known as Naraku closed his eyes for the final time. Yes, he mused, his side of the story would probably never be told. His heart, that accursed organ, knew that many of the things he had done were evil, but it refused to believe that the darkness had consumed his entire being. Some things he had done purposefully however, half of his 'truly' evil acts had been conceived in ignorance. But, a sad smile lingered on his face, no one would ever know of that, for it was the victorious who told history and they were hardly ever reliable in the depictions of their enemies.
If he was lucky he would be hated. A curse upon households; if, at the least, a story to scare children who had disobeyed their parents. If he was unlucky he would be pitied, the very word caused him to mentally snarl. He had been pitied before by an angel who had come to him through the flames, clad in red and white and he had no want to ever be pitied again.
And then, it began. His mind snapped back. For the triumphant Inutaichi and others it passed in an instant. In one second he was there and the next he was purified. But, for Naraku, it was literally a lifetime.