Readers: With the monastery map in the chappie before, I made a mistake! I changed it in my writing & planning but was too lazy to re-edit it (I already did once), so, just so you know, "mon.ste.mere." is supposed to be "mon.joe". I will be writing "mon.joe" from now, even though it sounds weird. Also, thank you to those who have reviewed!!! Today I was typing kind of slow because I got burned in my cooking class. Also, I'm lazy, so that contributed to the late chappie too.

On with the chapter! Enjoy!

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"Thank you, Officer Takuro," Sesshoumaru said into his cell phone. "Yes. Yes. We'll do it immediately. Thank you again."

With that, he switched off his phone. (A/N: Sesshoumaru's not important in this story. Sorry all Sesshoumaru lovers!) "Totosai's dead. They just identified his body."

"Where?" Naraku sat with his back to Sesshoumaru, his huge office chair keeping him and his expressions to himself.

"Nagoya Hospital. They say he died of massive cardiac arrest, but there was also a circulatory problem in his fingers. They said that they were purple. Anyway, they're going to do an autopsy. It's required by law." Sesshoumaru said as Kikyou looked at him worriedly.

In a rude wave of his hand, Naraku said, with a hint of annoyance, "The autopsy results won't show anything. That man had transcription errors. Why are you wasting my time with all this?"

"One of your employees just died." Kikyou said.

At that moment, Naraku turned in his chair and stood up, hands flat on his desk (A/N: vein pop heehee. sorry.). "There's nothing I can do about this. I have enough to do. Just handle it, Sesshoumaru."

Naraku Ishizaki had shown early signs of a kid genius. At the age of eight, he had told his mom, "Don't be stupid," when she said he would electrocute himself if he put his hand over a fire. This was correct, on terms of being smart. Then, about a year later, when his grandmother died, Naraku sat tearless and asked his mother if he could have the 26 dollars and fifty-six cents his grandmother owed him in a check.

At the age of eighteen, Naraku graduated summa cum laude in physics and started a new area in superconducting magnetism.

Then he started ITC- Ishizaki Technology Corporation.

One of Naraku's favorite physicists was the famed Richard Feynman, who thought of the quantum computer that would be billions of times more powerful than the regular household one. Of course, Feynman, the big dreamer, wanted his to be first, but Feynman's ideas of a quantum computer slowly drained out of everyone's minds, and everyone forgot what a quantum computer actually was. Save Naraku.

29 years old, Naraku set his company out to build the very first quantum computer in the history of the world. For several years, no one heard anything of Naraku. But they didn't care. Neither did he.

Moving back to Japan from the US, Naraku built an ITC on Hokkaido. In Kitami, he created it to be the main laboratory, and the one in the US a sister company. The US business of ITC just mainly worked on building faster computers, while the one Naraku stayed at in Hokkaido housed the quantum computer.

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"Problem one, financial problems. We need another billion before you go home today," Naraku said, pointing at Kikyou. "I need to hire more board members. Three, actually. These men can't stay in order by themselves.

Kikyou's heels clicked on the tile floor and echoed as she read some notes Sesshoumaru had just handed her about the projects.

"This is our first slip. Any more, we're doomed. And, Kikyou, you'll be checking on the Fukui project tomorrow. Since we called, they asked that our inspector arrive early and then they'd take you on a helicopter to the site."

"Yes. Totosai was our first incident. Fortunately, the cop wasn't the very brightest, and it won't go any further if we just stay silent. We already seem to have a reporter chasing us at Fukui, Hamamatsu, and Ishikari-gawa, so people might start to put two and two together if they spill there to the reporter."

"That's the second big problem," Sesshoumaru said. "Going public. We can't always count on having a fool of a cop sifting through our incidents."

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Officer Masatoshi Takuro came into Nagoya Hospital the next morning, looking for Sato Matsuyamo. The man who had died was to be checked this morning; he wanted to see if the results had changed after they had done scans again.

"…watch the arteries. Section by section…now."

Sato said, "It looks like something jumped."

"Something did jump." Takuro said, standing in the doorway. Sato looked to him and smiled as if saying hi, and then turned back to the MRI technician to signal for him to continue.

"Yeah," the technician explained, "The arterioles aren't' lined up. I'll show you again."

The circles of the arteries didn't just jump up and down, but sideways, like a crab.

"That's why he had gangrene?" Takuro asked.

"Yeah and look. You say he died of massive coronary? Big surprise." he said. Up popped an image on the computer of the man's heart. "Ventricular walls don't line up either."

"I'm not buying it. Call the repair techs to fix your machine. You have a problem with your MRI- there's nothing more to it."
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"Hello?" Kikyou's voice rang through the phone to Takuro's side.

"Hi, this is Officer Takuro calling from Nagoya Hospital. Can I speak to a… vice president by the name of Sesshoumaru?"

"Sorry, he's in meetings right now. Can I help?"

"You're another vice president?"

"Yes."

"It's about an old man, died of cardiac arrest, about 70, we called here-"

"Totosai? Oh yes." A fake-sad sigh. "Such a pity."

"He was cremated, I expect you're aware?"

"Yes."

"We've some of his personal effects. What would you like us to do with them?"

"Effects?"

"Well, a diagram. It looks like a church or monastery. Says M-O-N-.-J-O-E. on it."

"Uh-huh."

"Do you know why he would have a map of a monastery?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, he got a bit depressed since his wife died, and he had been acting strangely of late."

"Would you like to have it back?

"If you wouldn't mind."

"And this ceramic piece? With 'ITC' stamped on the side?"

"Oh, okay."

"I was wondering what it was."

"It's an ID tag. For getting around our security system."

"You would like that back too?"

"Please."

"Uh-huh. Okay. Bye."

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"Do we have to fly so low?" Kikyou shifted in her seat uneasily.

Miroku laughed. 24 years old, he was the assistant to Professor Higurashi in history. "It's perfectly safe."

The wind beat on all sides of the helicopter as they moved on through the quickly rising mist.

"I'm surprised Professor Higurashi didn't come with us." Kikyou had expected to deal with him directly, and not with his assistant. She was, after all, a high level executive from the providing company.

"Unfortunately, he had a prior appointment."

Pressing her index finger against the window, Kikyou said, "What's that?"

"Proton magnetometer. Looks for magnetic anomalies in the ground below us that could indicate artifacts."

"Any equipment you'd like that you don't have?"

Once again, Miroku smiled and turned his head around to Kikyou's direction from his seat alongside the pilot. "No thank you, we have everything we've asked for."

Kikyou knew all about him: a graduate, cum laude, Miroku was one of the "experimental" historians who set out to create the past before their very eyes. He was a fanatic; he had apparently learned medieval outfits, language, and custom in complete detail. He was one of them She had been told he even knew how to us a katana.

Behind his grey, collared, short sleeve shirt, she could tell that muscles rippled beneath, though it didn't seem he would have to use them at any time; he seemed the nicest kid on the block.

Nice smile, she thought. And tall too.

Miroku looked down and saw an elderly lady, looking up at them, and shaking her fist violently. All Miroku did was smile and wave back. "She's mad about us coming early."

"I would be too; it's 6 o'clock. Why did we come so early?" Kikyou asked, holding up the wrist with her dainty silver watch on it.

"Light. Early lights reveal anything from contours to crop marks. Anything we hadn't seen before."

"And…where's the project?"

"Coming up. And here is our Doppler signal…"

A series of high pitched electronic beeps came from the front of the helicopter.

"Stand by. Landing in five…four…three…two…and one." The pilot counted down with the beeps that had suddenly grown faster, and the dark green tree tops fell away as they entered the valley of Ishikari-gawa, a brown sort of snake-ish river that twisted this way and that, in many loops that could have been a frustrating knot of rope. Early as it was, there wee kayakers along it for a peaceful ride alone.

"500 years ago this was the military frontier. The far side was Chinese and this one Japanese. Now this is all owned by Japanese, but it used to be grounds for the Chinese castle in the Qin dynasty. See there? That's Ling Sheng Su. The castle of the emperor. Fighting went back and forth." Miroku explained and pointed to both sides of the river.

Kikyou said, "But this isn't our project…"

"No," Miroku replied, smiling. "I'm just showing you the general layout of the region."

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"…would you like to circle it again?"

"No," Kikyou said, keeping the disappointment locked up instead of letting it out with a sigh. Looking down at Ling Sheng Su, she then sighed. Though the walls had been restored and were easier to see compared to the other sites of the project, she said, "You let the tourists in?"

"That wasn't really our decision. The government opened it to tourists because it was a new site, but we'll close it again when we reconstruct."

"And when will that be?"

"Maybe about between two and five years from now." Miroku said. "So…we've come to an end. Would you have any questions, call us."

"Thank you. This really is lovely." Kikyou said, but thought, I've seen enough. "We can go back.

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So, how was it? I know, I know. Lame ending, right? Well now you know that I'm a sucker. Well, all that happened, really, was that Kikyou visited the dig site, Fukui, and their progress isn't exactly the greatest ever.

CHAPTER III: Kagome's grandfather, the professor and leader of the archaeological group, is introduced, along with Inuyasha. Inuyasha's parents died, leaving him to be the 2nd ranking student. (He already graduated, though.) 23 years old, Inuyasha helps at the dig finding out what happened when Kikyou came, crap, etc. (They don't know each other, okay?) A reporter visits the site and she asks questions about the site and ITC's projects. Then, suspiciously, after Kikyou had talked to the professor, he (Higurashi) leaves to ITC.

Yeah. It's just a little preview of what happens in the next chappie. So far I have everything planned out to the sixth chapter, once again, in thanks to my sister. Her pen-name: alohaturtle. Read her stories! And review! Thanks!

The title "Narabi no Toki" probably is not grammatically correct, but "narabi" means line and "toki" means time. Switch it around a bit, TIMELINE!!! Get it? Yay… Sorry. I have problems. Anyway, it's all from writing and planning the story.

DISCLAIMER- I OWN THE INUYASHA CHARACTERS!!! JUST KIDDING. REVIEW PLEASE!!!