Alright, well this would be probably one of my most challenging fanfics ever, given that I'm not use to writing stuff like this, it's definitely out of my comfort zone. Way out of my comfort zone . . .

But I think as a writer I need to challenge myself, in a way I should be thankful of this fic because it did drag me out of my hiatus with my other works.

Also like any fics I write about Samurai Warriors, I don't put it to relation to history because the game never really does anyways. Never played it and only used my knowledge from Youtube videos and wiki sites to keep the character's personality in check.

Also it's rated M for a reason kiddies, wait until you are decently old enough or at least mature enough to read it! It is a story, not real life. :/

Takes place after the Battle of Osaka, where Yukimura dies. (Assume everyone has their Samurai Warrior 3 looks/designs too)

Chapter 1: Lost of Osaka

"Don't you understand? I have to be here! I have to fight for what I love, for what I must protect! Taking care of him is all I ever wanted to do."

-Kunoichi to Inahime at Battle of Osaka

Samurai Warriors 3

The Siege of Osaka is the Toyotomi's last stand against Tokugawa Ieyasu. The Toyotomi forces are vastly outnumbered and it is Yukimura's final battle. The brave Sanada samurai decided to fight against the Tokugawa forces, despite the inevitable death awaiting him. Following him loyally until the end is Kunoichi, his ever faithful ninja. She was determined to fight and ensure that her beloved lord doesn't die. But the odds were against them, and her own despair was starting.

It was her worst fear.

She was injured and unable to help Yukimura as he ran towards the incoming Tokugawa forces.

"Stupid, idiot, moron." All those words bitterly hiss out, amid her tears, as she watch her lord run. Charging to his death.

She stood by his side loyally throughout the years. Even when all hope seemed lost, she willingly went with him.

'I will do everything to protect you, even if everyone else abandons you, you will live. I refuse to think of what everyone expects.'

The battle of Osaka was a failure. Everyone was fleeing, and everyone who was standing was dying. In her eyes she saw Nene, Hideyoshi's widow, standing there awaiting death in the hands of her dear friend Hanzo, Ieyasu's ninja. 'You were once allies! Hanzo help Nene! Don't kill her!' she remember herself screaming in her head.

In her eyes she saw Ina attempt to prevent Yukimura from charging to his death, and failing to do so. She didn't care for her petty jealousy toward Inahime, she was begging her to save Yukimura.

"Yukimura!" cried Inahime after she lost her battle against Yukimura, she laid on the ground struggling to get up.

"I'm glad it was you who stopped me," he pant with exhaustion as he continued to advance towards Ieyasu's army.

"Wait! You have proven yourself! No one doubts you, your pride as a warrior remains intact!" cried Inahime.

Yukimura pause, as if hesitating to Ina's words.

"Take care of yourself, Ina."

That was Yukimura's last words as he charged to his death.

Everything became so chaotic with the flurry of men and weapons clashing. She remembered stumbling and slashing blindly to look for Yukimura.

"No, Yukimura, my lord, please you can't die," she whispered quietly, swaying side to side as she stumbled pass the dead. She couldn't bear to look at any of the bodies, the memories of love ones and friends dying were too painful. She didn't know if she could do it anymore. The fear was driving her mad.

"Was this your idea of peace?" she screamed to herself angrily. As if by fate she stumble onto Ieyasu and his army. The imposing leader of the Tokugawa clan, the clan that promises to bring Japan from this war and chaos.

And yet, here was Kunoichi standing amid her own hell. 'Ieyasu brings his own chaos to us.'

She was facing a triumphant Ieyasu and his men. She wanted to run at him, let him bring her back to her dear Yukimura. Kill him, or kill herself, she couldn't distinguish between the two anymore. Panting, she gripped her bloody daggers, murder intent in her eyes. He didn't notice her, who would?

Once Sanada Yukimura was dead, the Toyotomi forces knew they would lose. Yukimura was their only hope. But she failed to protect him and now everyone would pay the price.

Everything was becoming hazy, she was shaking and stumbling towards the army, knowing full well that she would die.

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" she screamed angrily at the Tokugawa forces. Oh love can hurt, but this was absolutely unbearable. She was shaking like a mad dog, unsure where to strike first, breathing rapidly and surveying the approaching soldiers. Ieyasu had already hidden behind his men, while the Tokugawa soldiers look with apprehension at the furious and insane kunoichi.

"Allow me, Ieyasu."

Her eyes barely focus as she looked hard at who was speaking. Crescent helmet, young face, eye patch. Masamune Date. Ieyasu's dog.

Masamune's one eye looked grim, as he held out his gun and aimed at her.

"Bring it on!" she yelled back, by the gods she was crying now. "I will take all of you on! Starting with you first One Eye Dragon!"

The duel had started.

Furiously she charged, slashing forward, determind to make this quick. She felt Masamune dodge her attack, her blade only cutting the air between them. He shot and missed. She couldn't think anymore.
Her mind kept crying out a million thoughts. Yukimura, why?

She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice that Masamune swung his fist underneath her.

The impact knocked her hard, she doubled over gasping in pain. "Don't let your mind become so clouded by love," sneered Masamune. It was as if everyone knew of her feeling to Yukimura, even her enemies.

Something in her snap. The days of agonizing and fighting made her abandon the last shred of sanity once she heard Masamune said those words.
She furiously cried out and tackled him. They both hit the ground and rolled down the hill, warriors fighting all around them, until they plummeted into one the castle's moats. Gasping, both continue to give each other hits, her daggers clashing with his saber.

The were madly wrestling, each trying to kill the other. She tried to break away, tried to go back to Ieyasu, to kill him, but Masamune stopped her each time.

She managed to somehow break from him and quickly jumped out of the moat, but to her surprise he followed suit. He aimed his gun and fired. She spun around and deflected the bullets with her dagger, but the very force knocked her down. She landed on the ground, soaked and panting with fear and anger.

Masamune stood over her, his face masked with determination.

"Say your prayers vixen." She gave him an anticipated stare, wishing for him to fire to shot, but it never came. He stood over her staring at her intently with his one eye. Hesitating.

Gritting her teeth she swung her leg and knocked the gun from his hand, sending it flying across the battlefield. He swore and drew out his saber again, but she managed to flip herself up and dodge in time. Panting she started to attack again, only to feel Masamune slamming against her. He drove his fist again into her already injured stomach, causing her to taste blood in her mouth.

Darkness consumed her as she staggered back. Amid the cries of the dying, she fell face down. "Yukimura," she whimpered, clenching her knives, before blacking out. She didn't know how long she laid there, whether it was death she couldn't tell because everything felt too numb for her to comprehend clearly. She could hear Masamune chuckling before she heard only silence.

A warm night breeze can be felt, even in the cool night.

The sound of a flute slowly woke her up. Groaning, she got up, her vision adjusting to the dark night and the horrid stench of the dead. She winced and clenched her side in pain.

Kunoichi was alive. Whether Masamune or Ieyasu didn't kill her, she would probably never know. Blindly she staggered pass dead men, broken spears, and the stench of blood.

It was over.

The feelings of lost and grief were beyond her comprehension. She felt mentally detached was she continued to hear a melancholy song. It echoed though the silence of what remained of Osaka.

She didn't know who was playing the flute but it felt oddly comforting. Instinctively she started to follow the melody, finally approaching a lone standing figure.

At first she thought it was a ghost of some fallen warrior, but she realize that it was Hanzo, Ieyasu's personal ninja. She felt angry but was too injured to attack him, so she finally concluded to approach him regardless of his reaction.

He didn't waver as he played his flute, the eerie song echoing among the dead, so she stood listening seriously before she noticed Nene lying on the ground. Hideyoshi's wife, another fellow ninja, just as loyal to her husband as Kunoichi was to Yukimura. Hanzo stopped playing and glanced at Kunoichi briefly. Kunoichi ignored Hanzo's eyes as she stumbled to Nene's side.

"Lady Nene," she said breathlessly. "We lost, but why is the dog Hanzo by your side?" She felt confused. Shouldn't Hanzo finish off Nene? Even more, shouldn't Hanzo already attack her? But the stoic Iga ninja merely placed the flute to his mouth, continuing the song.

Nene smiled. "Lady Kunoichi, Hanzo is merely doing a favor for me to play a song before I die."

"Die?"

Nene nodded and took Kunoichi's hand; Nene's hand was icy cold as she led their hands to her stomach. Kunoichi's eyes widen at the crimson wound that she didn't notice earlier. "Nene, it's not supposed to end like this!" But Kunoichi was lying to herself. Their forces really didn't stand a chance...it was suppose to end like this, but she still kept hoping for some miracle victory.

"But it has...and I will now join my dear husband in the afterlife," she smiled through her own tears. "Your lord, Sanada Yukimura, he's fought bravely too...everyone fought so bravely, so please do not blame yourself. It was fated to be, it was something we cannot escape."

"I will always refuse to believe that, you know, it may have been a futile effort...but I believed we had a chance..." she retorted softly to Nene.

Nene ignored Kunoichi's comment and continued, "Hanzo, my dear friend please live, and you too Kunoichi...find each of your own happiness."

"Why Hanzo?" hissed Kunoichi fiercely as she turned to glare hatefully at the stoic ninja.

"Because," interrupted Nene seriously,"He is as hurt about this as all of us. We all lose something in the face of war...our love ones, our lives, our humanity. No side really wins entirely. Please Kunoichi, take care of him."

"What? Hanzo?" she replied angrily. "Or is it Yukimura?" she continued shakily, "because I think I failed in that..."

Nene only gave a sad cryptic smile.

"Sometimes, the strongest people are the ones that need the most protection," smiled Nene as she closed his eyes. "When you find that person...please protect him."

"I-I couldn't protect him though! I tried so hard but I failed..." she replied, trembling. But Nene was already gone from this world.

Her face looked so serene

Hanzo stopped playing his flute. "Darkness," mutter Hanzo coldly. "Will always come."

She looked up and glared at the stoic masked ninja. "This is all you fault!" she screamed at him with rage. "You worked for Ieyasu, so what gives you any right to stay by Lady Nene's side! You bastard took everything from me!"

Hanzo didn't even flinch at her accusation. Only stared at her in return, his face hidden by the mask.

Kunoichi glared at Hanzo with disgust and anger, she didn't know what he will do now but she didn't want to take the chance.

So she ran. Ran away from Hanzo, Nene, and the burning Osaka castle.

Running away from this nightmare.

She stood alone amid the dead, sniffing and crying. Feelings of darkness and rage threatening to overflow past her tears. Clutching her bloody daggers, she started to walk, her boots stepping on the blood and gore soaked ground, her heart's sadness threatening to burst from her chest. The feeling of pain, guilt, and regret well up inside of her as she continue on.

"I'm so sorry Lord Yukimura," she whispered to herself. Her eyes caught something on the ground, and she felt her heart break.

Lying torn, was Yukimura Sanada's headband. The trademark of the Sanada clan. She bend down and picked it up, rubbing the crimson fabric against her fingers, before slowly tying it around her left wrist.

"A twist, a slip, and a knot," she told her with a monotone voice. When she was done, she held up her wrist to observe, her eyes becoming watery again.

"You aren't dead Yukimura...you left your headband behind when you retreated, and you're loyal bodyguard Kunoichi will return it to you." Her voice started to crack, but she continued fiercely. "Kunoichi will save you from those who wish to dishonor you, my precious Yukimura...I promise I will keep you safe."

Kunoichi pause when she realize what she was saying. Angrily she let out a scream into the heavens, before punching the ground with her fist. Sobbing, she embrace herself, and curl up on the ground. She was going insane, her mind kept screaming, and her heart was gone. Nothing made sense anymore.

Only darkness and insanity, and Yukimura wasn't there to save her from it again.

"YUKIMURA! YUKIMURA! MY LORD YUKIMURA!" she wailed. Even her own voice sound gut-wrenching. She was shaking madly and feeling absolutely ill.

He's gone and dead.

A pale painted man stood nearby. The ninja of chaos, Fuma Kotaro. His smirk was evident among Kunoichi's cries.

She knew he was nearby, there was a coldness in the air that indicated his presences. So she slowly got up, staggering slightly, and faced him.

"Why are you here, you painted clown?" she demanded fiercely. Her eyes were flashing with bitterness as she glared at him.

Fuma merely chuckled. "Should I really be surprised that a ninja like you would be crying like some obedient dog over her master?"

She knew she couldn't fight and live against Fuma, she was too weak to barely swing her dagger. But her anger was building up.

"You thrive on misery and bloodshed, I am surprise that you would waste your time with me," she spat.

"You want to avenge the death of your Lord, Lady Kunoichi?" he stated with a smirk.

Her angry expression turn to shock, but only for a second.

"Y-yes I do, I want to kill everyone that was involved," she replied quite firmly. Even she was surprise at her own assertion.

Fuma Kotaro laughed out loud, a sound of pure delight. "I had my doubts in you Kunoichi, but maybe perhaps you can finally pull this land back into chaos again before it's united by Ieyasu."

"Is that really your goal? Chaos?" she snapped angrily. "How petty."

He strode right up to her and suddenly grabbed her neck, she winced but stubbornly stood her ground. Fuma merely smirked as he leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Not as petty as revenge? Do you really want to avenge the Sanada clan or is it more like you precious Yukimura? You are a ninja my sweet girl, chaos will always run in your veins."
He chuckled at Kunoichi attempts to breathe. "Go do justice for your precious Lord, kill Ieyasu and his allies...or even better turn them against Ieyasu... And maybe then the sky will continue to rain blood."

"You're sick!" she hissed. "I don't need your help in killing Ieyasu, I'll do it myself!"

"Really?" He let go of her neck, leaving her gasping for air and glaring menacingly at him. He smiled though because there was evident fear in her eyes. "You'll only be shot down before you even reach Ieyasu's castle...even with your stealth...you'll be taken out Ieyasu's ninja Hanzo." He said the last name with disdain.

"I don't care," she retorted back. "Either way I will meet Yukimura in the end."

Fuma Kotaro glanced up into the new moon, a dark disk surrounded by clouds. "Your death would be in vain my dear, seek out Ieyasu's supporters and turn them against him." His expression was unreadable, but Kunoichi noticed his tone had gotten softer.

She brushed off that thought and glared at Fuma. "Now who would do that, and would they really be willing to? After taking out most of our army as you can see. Do you really think anyone is stupid to challenge Ieyasu?"

"I heard the One Eye Dragon, Lord Masamune Date isn't to be trusted," continued Fuma Kotaro as he disregarded Kunoichi's comment, his eyes still focused on the sky. "Rumors already circulate that he would rebel against Ieyasu."

"Are you saying I should seek him, the ambitious young lord?"

"It's a suggestion," smiled the painted ninja as he turned back to her, his grey almost colorless eyes sending chills through her body. "Seek him, seek vengeance, and use them all. And in the end kill them all."

Kunoichi looked down at her left hand, where Yukimura's headband was tied at. She didn't know how to exactly respond to Fuma's suggestion, but when she glanced up again, the painted ninja had vanished.

Left alone on the empty field, Kunoichi sadly looked upon the horizon. "Yukimura," she whispered. "Regardless of my decision, I will make sure your death was not in vain."

Author's rant: Had to edit some stuff...again...I think it ends right. I stumbled onto this pairing after reading the few fics on Masamune x Kunoichi. Needless to say I'm hooked XP Don't get me wrong, I like Yukimura and Kunoichi. But this became my fav, an overlooked and probably cracked pairing.

Yes Yukimura had to die, it's sadly seems cannon in the games and history. :(

Anyways read and review!

-Wuchen