A.N: Ok…first I'd like to say something. I've broken my previous record of reviews! Now I have 13 reviews! YAY! dances around the laptop I want to thank all the reviewers for your kind words. When I first started this fic I prepared my self mentally to flow of flames from angry readers, but none has come so far…I was so sure that I'd managed to enrage someone by now ….

Special thanks to Seducing Reason…who for some unknown reason has sent me feedback from each chapter!bows I promised you kinkiness and you shall have it…a bit… at least. (I've never wrote anything with kinkiness before, so it may be a bit awkward.)

Warning: I may have weird errors in the text…please notify me when finding them…so that I can correct them. Sorry and Thank you.

Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough…I still do not own Tenchu or any of it's characters….

- Some things are best left forgotten -

Matsunoshin Gohda walked towards the mansion… his sister's mansion. He had acted stupidly. His mask had slipped back there with Rikimaru, he had shown his feelings. Feelings he shouldn't have.

He was already dead… actually he hadn't supposed to live in the first place. There was an unwritten rule not to let half-breeds like him live, but for some unknown whim the previous Lord had decided to let his half-breed bastard live and rule.

Gohda had seen future from Emi's cards, glimpses of it anyway… and knew his time was almost up. Cards never lied… He would die soon.

"Dying ones should comfort those living on. Lie, if they must." It was the correct way of dying. "…never to tell the pain, never to tell the terror."

But the pain was nevertheless there. A burning feeling deep in his chest, threatening to eat him from the inside, and he was scared… so scared of dying. It was a duty of his, had been for some time. But he didn't want to obey, he wanted to live.

And his ancestors were probably turning in their graves from his impudence. He should be thankful from the time that had been given to him, but he just planned ways to escape his execution.

Gohda inhaled deeply. He didn't want to think about it, he could do nothing to improve the situation anyway. He needed to get out of this house, needed to let out his anger.

He needed to pay a visit to the underground city of Luna…The city of sin. He wouldn't get another chance for the visit so, why not go. The place was definitely dangerous for the human looking half-breeds as him, but that was the reason no one would know him there. What would happen, would happen…simple as that. It was a whish of a dying man.

Feeling a little better Matsunoshin, walked trough the marble garden, to the mansion. First he needed clothes, old; worn out clothes…fitting for a slave …He also needed a pure blooded demon to accompany him. No one well-known; it needed to be someone fitting of a role of a young, rich, bored and adventurous nobleman. And he knew a perfect man for the job.

He headed towards the soldiers quarters, he needed to find Ranmaru. The young soldier would help him to get to Luna.

Ayame wandered along the underground tunnel, the air was getting colder and thinner as the tunnel went deeper underground. The fire of the torch had died a long time ago, and she had been surrounded by vast darkness. Ayame's school uniform wasn't thick enough to keep her from getting cold, and her hands had slowly gotten numb. She had also started to shiver from the cold. Part of her wanted to turn back, before the shivering would turn to be a permanent aspect of her.

"No Ayame, you are most definitely not turning back." She told herself grimly "Not before you know where this tunnel is leading." She wasn't the quitter type, or at least that's what she kept telling her self.

Walking forward steadily, with more or less numb legs, Ayame thought about her school. The head master wouldn't be happy that she was late; once again…maybe she should just transfer to some other school again. She was in so much trouble with this one, already, that she wasn't sure would she be able to fix it all.

"I could just tell the headmaster that I'm moving to some other town, or that the school's tuition fees were too much for me to handle. It has worked before." Ayame reasoned and failed to notice the down leading stairs before her.

Ayame tumbled down few steps, but somehow managed to regain her balance, and avoiding further injuries by grabbing a hold of the icy stone wall.

"Sometimes it amazes me that I've actually lived this long with the nonexistent sense of balance …" Ayame mumbled under her breath as she carefully continued to walk down the slippery stairs, one step at the time. Her movement wasn't exactly fast, but she had no intention to experience more near-death-experiences anytime soon.

The hallway below the stairs led to a narrower corridor, which was lighted by dim, eerie red light that seemed to come from nowhere. It seemed to shine straight from the dark, roughly sculptured stones, making the ice covered walls glimmer like they'd made from millions of little diamonds.

To Ayame the scenery was both beautiful and threatening.

"What's wrong with you Ayame? It's just an empty hallway not a fire breathing dragon, for god's sake." Ayame told herself trying to calm her rapid heart beat, but the uneasy feeling didn't leave her.

Sturdy wooden doors stood on the corridor, almost unnoticeable, covered in deceiving ice. Ayame stopped in indecision. Should she continue along the hallway, or study what lied behind the closed doors. A bone chilling wind that blew along the narrowing corridor saved her from long decision making. With numb hands Ayame took a tight grip on ice covered iron handle, trying to open the door closest to her.

It took several tries before she got the door to move, because the door was heavy and her hands were shaking almost uncontrollably from the cold and excitement. Pulling from the iron handle as hard as she could, Ayame got the door to move a few inches. The old door let out a creaking sound that reminded her of several B-level horror movies.

The wind on the corridor seemed to become stronger and cooler, like someone would have opened a door to Antarctica in the other end of the hallway. Ayame tried to peek to the other side of the door, from the small gap between the wall and the door, but it was too dark to actually see anything.

Ignoring the feeling that told her to leave the hallway and flee back to the warm safety of the mansion above, Ayame took a better hold of the handle and pulled. The door let out a wailing sound and moved a bit more. Now the gap between the door and the wall was big enough to Ayame to squeeze trough.

The empty stone room was noticeably warmer and darker than the corridor, but the threatening feeling, that had bothered her before was getting stronger again. Ayame studied her surroundings, but there were nothing threatening in the room, just dust and a pile of junk on the other end of the room. Sighing deep to calm her overactive imagination she wandered to take a closer look of the junk.

A closer examination revealed that the junk was actually a pile of bones and sturdy looking chains. The chains were made from some dark metal, just like the door handle. The room could have been a dungeon except the fact that there was no lock on the door. Shaking her head in confusion, Ayame walked to the chains and tried to lift one. With all her strength she couldn't even move it; suddenly it was very clear why the door didn't have a lock. It didn't need one. If the chains were sturdy enough to keep a raging T-rex in place, why bother to place a lock in the door?

Something of this room was very familiar to her. She was sure she'd seen this room before, or at least something very similar. But how …and when?

Unless she'd been here when she'd got injured it wasn't possible. …and the theory of her being here while injured didn't make any sense either. It left too many holes in the story like the fact that she'd been found out side the manor. Her memories stopped in the forest on the figure on road before her. The figure…she was quite sure it had been a man…but there was something in the figure that bothered her….something important…

"The movement ….it is wrong…" Ayame mumbled to herself

Once again a sound of something metallic dropping against the stone, snapped Ayame from her memories. She looked around her, but saw nothing, that would have explained the sound. She must have imagined it.

"Congratulations, now you are officially going mad… you are already hearing voices…" She thought to herself, letting out a little nervous laugh. Then she heard the sound again. It came from the hallway outside the dungeon, closer this time.

Ayame stood there completely still, listening the steady voice of iron hitting the icy stones, that was getting closer and closer to the small room. A part of her wanted to desperately open her eyes and notice that she'd been dreaming all along, and other part wanted to peek to the hallway to see what was making that noise.

Before Ayame could choose what she should do, the sturdy dungeon door exploded in to pieces, and a dark shadow filled the door way. The figure in the doorway was covered in western style of armour from head to toe, and holding a sharp looking, huge sword that was probably responsible from the broken door.

Taking a step backwards Ayame looked as a huge armoured figure stepped to the small dungeon room, and raised it's sword to an attacking position.

Ayame dodged down just in time. The huge western sword swished air, right above her making sending sparkles in the air as it slide along the stone wall, and leaving a deep cut to the sark grey stone.

Ayame hadn't time to think. She sent a low kick towards the armoured feet to get her opponent off-balance. It wasn't much of an attack, but she wanted to buy enough time to flee. Her feet found the armoured knee, and hit it hard. The armour made a hollow sound and collapsed to the ground. The Helmet dropped to the ground revealing an empty inside of the armour.

Ayame froze to her steps in shock and her mouth fell open, but she didn't have time to get anything sensible out from her mouth as the empty armour searched its helmet and placed it back to its place. When the empty suit of armour lifted it's sword with both hands and charged towards her, Ayame finally got her feet to work.

Dodging the swing of the enormous sword only by inches Ayame dashed from the small room as fast as could. Ayame would have wanted to ask a question or two, about what she had just seen, but she knew that now she hadn't time for that. She didn't need to look back to see that the empty suit of armour was right behind her. The sound of iron boots hitting against the stone floor was more than enough.

Ayame ran along the icy corridor as fast as she could, but the suit of armour was faster than she was. The steps were coming closer every second. Corridor ahead of her was turning right and narrowing dangerously. Not enough space to dodge the strikes, if and when the suit of armour would catch her.

"I need a diversion…or a miracle…and I need it fast."

Then suddenly the sound of iron boots hitting the stone floor stopped completely. Ayame glanced over her left shoulder, still running, to see the suit of armour standing near in the middle of hallway looking straight past her. Turning her face back to the direction she was heading. Ayame saw a figure of man walking towards her in a narrow hallway.

Ayame stopped. Something told Ayame that she'd met him before…the man before her was familiar. He was dressed in shredded black clothes that were a huge contrast to his pale skin. He had long raven black, that hair hid most of his face, but wasn't enough to hide the glowing red eyes that looked straight to hers.

Ayame looked deep to his blood red eyes and …suddenly she remembered, all of it: the spirits, the mausoleum, the mirror and the dungeon. She remembered him, and every fiber of her being screamed in terror.

"You…" Ayame breathed out as she looked the glowing eyed monster before her. Ayame's hand instinctively fled to the bite mark of her neck.

"So, you DO remember me. I was getting worried that you'd loose your memory completely." The monster said in a deep voice, smirking cockily and walking closer in the eerily lit stone corridor.

Ayame took a step back, but couldn't escape. The empty, murderous suit of armour was still behind her in the sparkling corridor…and there just wasn't enough space to get past it alive. She'd die to this red coloured hallway, middle of ice diamonds. And no one would know where to come look for her.

Straightening up, mentally and physically Ayame took a step closer to the pale man. She was going to fight to the bitter end. She knew that she couldn't take him to the underworld with her. She Remember how easily the man had moved in those strong, chains, but at least she'd die trying.

"You ready to die, girl?" Monster asked it eyes glowing with amusement.

"If that's what it takes." Ayame answered and was a bit surprised to notice that her voice didn't shiver as she spoke. She looked the stranger's eyes challengingly.

"You seem to have grown your self a spine….last time I saw you. You were all weepy." The man said with an almost teasing tone in his voice.

"Well, let's just say that that murderous living dead…might that effect to normal people, when they first meet them." Ayame answered back with equal lightness, and was rewarded with a surprised look from him.

"Just to save some time…are you going to kill me, or not?" Ayame asked with faked lightness in her voice. She was scared to death, but she sure as hell wasn't going to give this guy the pleasure of knowing that.

The man with red eyes moved so fast, that to her, he simply seemed to disappear in front of her and just suddenly appear behind her. Ayame let out a surprised gasp, as he trapped her hands above her head with one hand and pulled her against his muscular body with other. Ayame tried to wriggle away from him, but he just moved his other hand to her neck.

"Be a good girl and don't fight back, you'll just get hurt." He whispered to her ear, bending closer.

She could feel his breath in her neck as he pressed his lips to the base of her neck. It took Ayame a moment to realize that he wasn't drinking her blood, but kissing her.

Ayame's heartbeat became so rapid that she was afraid that this man….this monster could hear it's fluttering. She didn't want to let him know, how much power he had over her.

"You smell so good …and your blood, it's singing to, me calling to me beneath your skin." The monster murmured to her ear in a husky voice that was much more suitable between lovers than enemies.

The man planted another kiss on the base of her neck, causing her to shiver. His hand was wandering along her body, and his touch was as soft as feather's. He felt so warm and strong against her back. Suddenly, Ayame was more scared by the hunger and the longing that his actions were causing her to feel, than she was scared of the man himself.

"Don't touch me …please" Ayame gasped in a silent voice.

"Hmm? Why not? You want it…and you belong to me…in more ways than you know." Man answered snaking his hand around her and turning her around to face him.

His free hand wandered up her body to gently rest on her neck. He was bent over her so close to her face that their lips were almost touching and she couldn't bring her self to fight this man. It felt like he had made her resistance melt a way. Ayame closed her eyes to gather her thoughts that seemed to have scattered like pile of feathers in the wind.

"I shouldn't do this….it's wrong ...it's …" But her thoughts fled from her as Ayame felt the man pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft and gentle as a touch of a butterfly.

"How could a man like him have such soft lips?" Ayame wondered briefly, before surrending to the overcoming passion. She didn't know when the man had moved his hands from hers, but now they were under the shirt of her school uniform skilfully fondling her breasts.

Ayame gasped in pleasure breaking the kiss, but the man soon found her lips again. He stroked her lips gently with his tongue, touching her tongue with his. Forgetting everything else Ayame answered the kiss, running her fingers to his neck and along his muscular back. The kiss broke for a moment, just to continue more heated than before.

It felt like he was trying to devour her, but Ayame didn't care, she just answered to him with equal passion. Ayame explored his mouth, like he explored hers. She didn't think of escaping anymore, actually she didn't think of anything.

Ayame stroked him with her hands, when the man lowered his head to press his mouth to the old bite mark. Ayame hardly noticed how his sharp teeth pierced her neck, licking blood from the wound.

Then suddenly he stepped away from her, leaving Ayame to stand there out of breath and literally shivering from the need.

-The end of chapter seven-

…Felt like that was a good point to stop….will or will not be continued in chapter 8…This chapter was written in one night between 22pm and 4 am…so it may have a lot of errors and stuff that doesn't make any sense in it…

Insignificant information:

I have to invent a new synonym to word 'then'….I feel like every other word in my fic is 'then' like this: Then came autumn….then he went…the she …then came the dog….and on and on like that…. it's frustrating -sigh-

Well…anyway I've decided that I'll use unusual pairings in this, fic…just because I can. Main pairing will be Oni/Aya…please review.