A/N: So this was an old fic from 4EVA ago. This features the adventures of my OC Ami in the Dynasty Warriors universe, and yooo, boy does it read like a typical, archaic self-insert lmao XD It was super fun to write at the time, and it brings back lot of nostalgia when i could actually write for fun and had loads of time to do it, so i've decided to bring it back and to continue to run with what i have =u= This is loosely historically accurate, so pleeease don't expect dates, places, heck - even timelines and whatnot to line-up.

This is solely just for fun, so if you have any time to kill, by all means, i hope you enjoy yourself c: - ((As a disclaimer, because this 2019 and all, there's some politically incorrect humor in here soooo expect some of that lol))

Kerplop!

A pair of dark, chocolate eyes shot open at the sound of an apple dropping in to the whispering stream. The petite rogue scanned the premise for potential assailants and when none were detected, she began to relax.

'Another day, another disaster' she sighed within her thoughts. Ami stretched and twisted as she stood up on the tree branch she rested upon. Her long, flowing raven hair bounced about her back midway. She wasn't short, but she definitely wasn't tall either. Her figure was slim and abided by the 'coke bottle' definition. Her skin was darker than most people in this region, but the assumption of overexposure to the sun always seemed to be made. Ami's attire consisted of a tube top that covered her cleavage down to her hip bones. The back of the top descended lower; covering the back of her thighs and splitting into two tails like the feathers of a swallow. Her bottoms were spandex shorts with simple lacy patterns on the side that stopped mid thigh. Plain boots covered her feet, for anything extravagant or clunky would be a hassle to deal with. On her hands, she had long gloves that didn't have finger tips and the glove extended to the middle of her forearm. Around her neck was a necklace of a peacock feather with a thin but durable string keeping it bound. Keeping her hair from obstructing the vision of her right eye was a single, bright red carnation barrette. Her signature.

Ami tactfully jumped and swung out of the tree to begin her day. The woods around these parts were lush and thick, so she butchered through; slashing the vegetation with her handy extendable spear. It was her only weapon, and she could conveniently keep it compact like a dagger or extend it with a thrust to its full size. Recklessly hacking down small trees almost revealed her presence in the woods - the sound of people talking in the distance caught her attention and she instantly froze. Calculating how close she may be to the people, she listened closely until she realized what her vision was giving her instead of her hearing.

If she were to take a mere three steps, she would find herself in a flourishing town – no, kingdom! Red flags embroidered in gold littered the streets. There were many shops, vendors, and housing along the alleys and streets from what she could see. There were several grades along the main road way which gave it steep drops and climbs for people and carriages to travel upon. With the many buildings, gardens, and monuments erected about, sitting on the far side of the horizon was a gigantic castle that still seemed to tower all. Ami came to a realization.

Duh! You dumbass! This is the flourishing kingdom of Wu!

A rather dark smirk crept its way across her face.

Already shaking Wei with her infamous work, Wu was her next target. Although no ne truly knows who she is, Ami is known for wreaking havoc and causing great discord throughout the land. Thinking her unusually darker skin would give her away, she somehow gets away with the disguises and the crimes. But in all her schemes, she never do away with her carnation barrette. It stays there, pinning her hair back and hell! – It reveals her identity! Often she wonders how she can openly walk in the public's eye without being recognized. Along with her skin, you would think the flower would give her away. But of course not. Why? Because just about every other female are wearing similar flowers. She started a frikken' fashion trend! Sure people will be chary around you because of it, but its often dismissed since its girls' being edgy and daring. *sigh* so much for striking fear in the hearts of enemies, huh?

Ami had a plan. Just like Wei, if she could create internal strife among the close-knit family of warriors, no one could be trusted and the kingdom would fall. Gaining too much power is dangerous and soon everyone would suffer. Tyrants like Dong Zhuo would be sure to cause suffering for the people, and as things are now, its sure to happen with the leaders of Wu, Wei, and Shu fighting for the number one seat for power.

There was a small pang in her heart just now. She groped her chest until it subsided.

'Ha, even my heart tries to tell me.'

Ignoring the moment, Ami resumed her planning. Somehow, she needed to find her way into the castle. It should be fairly easy; since her clothes weren't ordinary citizens clothing, and her top and gauntlets were a royal, crimson red with gold swirling marks. Just in her normal attire, she looked like a Wu officer! Oh…that's right…no one know who she is! Gah! How could she forget! Well! The easiest way to get caught will be the easiest way in.

Attempting to avoid much of the public, Ami weaved and stalked through the darkest alleys and tried to remain low key. Not many people noticed her, and the ones that did either eyed her compact weapon holstered to her backside or her body; what's a young woman such as herself doing in these dark alleys?

With a few more twists and turns after what seemed like more than few miles, Ami finally found her way to the looming structure.

This building was huge! It was at least five stories high and a billion houses wide!...okay, maybe something like twenty, but it was still massive. She noted how many flags and banners adorned it, and she definitely took note of the tight security. Yet, the gates on the lower east side appeared to be open. Walking as if she had no care in the world, she found herself somewhat close to the gates. Idling around to prevent suspicion, she catalogued the environment and caught site of some big crates.

There was no one around, so she assumed the unpacking persons hauling them were inside already. Ami made a dash to the crates and to her luck, the top of them were already unhinged. Quickly, she peered inside to find feathers. A lot of them.

'What the fuck? Who orders a crate of feathers?'

"And so I would definitely rate her a 7."

"A 7? She's a Qiao! You can't rate a Qiao anything but a 10!"

2 disembodied voices were heard from the building. Ami thought for a quick second and scrambled into the box. She shifted inside so she could be hidden, just in case someone was to look.

'On second thought, good thing people order crates of feathers!' Ami thought as she was glad it wasn't peaches or armor - anything uncomfortable or hard.

"Yeah, well if I had to choose, I would pick the older one. She's way mature, and suave. The younger one needs her help."

"Oh whatever! I rather have Lady Xiao Qiao instead of a woman with a stick up her- oh wow! This box is so light!"

Ami felt the men hoist the crate up and made a shrill noise at their anticipation for a heavy load. She almost flew out!

"What the-! Did you hear that?" one of the men questioned.

Scree-weeah, Scree-weah

"Yeah, it's just this panel. It's a little loose." The other said, proving so by pushing the side of the box.

It seemed liked 30 minutes passed (when actually it was 10) and through the whole walk, Ami was forced to listen to the crass conversation of the two men about how one of the female warriors was actually a man and disturbingly enough, the guy on her left would still have sex with him. Her. Whatever! There was talk about the ladies of Shu and Wei; a woman named Zhen Ji and would-be woman named Zhang He, apparently had a fierce competition of beauty and the would-be won. Ami recalled the two females who fit the description and assumed they were twins. Whoops. The guy on her left stated he would still do Zhang He and the other male-female mix of Wu despite their extra limb. After this point, Ami just hoped she wouldn't run into this guy and labeled him Mr. Freaks. The other was Mr. Logic for his better state of mind.

With a thud, the conversation became distant and no presences were detected. Ami crawled out of the box only to tumble down several other boxes. Rubbing her legs and back, she stood up surveying the room. There were stacks upon stacks of crates. It was concluded that this room was some type of supply room.

There was a torch lit right at the door, supplying the room with light. Not giving it much thought, Ami opened the door she tumbled to and OOfph! bumped into someone instantaneously. Ami was alert and hauled ass down the hallway and blindly turned a corner. While running, she finally realized the hallways are pitch black. Also, it came to her attention that she's running around in darkness in a castle full of strangers who probably won't hesitate to kill her for interloping. And with a simple sound catching her ears, all of her thoughts stopped. She began running blindly again, occasionally face-planting a wall here and there, and turned as many corners as she could locate. Feeling her way against the wall, she felt what seemed to be a discreet nook to conceal herself in. She inhaled ragged breaths, and once she heard it again, breathing ceased.

Throughout her run, she could hear bells rustle in the distance and now that she had stopped, they became uncomfortably close and seemed to be on one of the hallways her corner connected.