This chapter is short and just Chase and my oc Ame.

I have drafted more but i was tired and felt like only writing about them. This chapter was mild free form, i wanted them to talk but I wasn't sure about the setting our how it would go over.

Ame paused hesitantly, standing just a foot away from Chase Young. She glares at him with scorn in her eyes as he stands tall and proud. His face turns down to her, hard to read as he remains stoic, arms folded behind his back.

"Enter." He speaks, words holding firm as he orders her. Words so chaste her chest rises but does not fall. Ame knows in her heart that the beast before her will force her inside the room, to what is unknown. A torture chamber? Or worse, his personal quarters? Its tempting to resist, to make a break for it, but its bitter knowing that Ame would be unable to get far.

She exhales silently, her eyes hung low as she glares up at the man, placid he sits on his high horse. The way he looks at her, makes her skin crawl, could this beast truly be the friend Dashi revered to her so much?

Thickly she swallows as bare toes flinch on cold floors. The step she takes is but testing the waters, guard high as she attempts another. He does not move as the space between them is closed. Moving closer, he is now behind her. Her arm hair standing on edge as it is foolish what she is doing.

Another step forward, she enters the room, passing the high door frame into something Ame was not expecting to see, say the least...

She looks around with a hidden gasp, this was not the medieval torture chamber of a sick madman, nor the personal bed chambers of a dark prince. But a library of sorts. High walls that almost seemed to be made of large black bookshelves, stuffed to the brims with thick and thin books and literature of all sorts. Her head panned to the side with another shallow step. The floors were shiny with a single chandelier light from above, dark wood with long beams that ran far. Rugs of reds and pine green under small podiums and elegant stands. On top treasures throughout time hidden underneath in glass cases.

Before Ame could take in the sheer expanse of the large dark room, she jolted forward and the feeling of a large hand meeting a gentle press into the small of her back. Quickly she jumped to put distance between them, sliding on wood, the pads of her feet squeezed as she slid a few feet between them.

He chuckles at the sight of her, leaning forward, hands at the ready to attempt to defend herself from him. The idea of it all brought a smug pull on Chase's lips as he chuckled lightly. Despite this he composes himself once more. The hazelnut eyes of a viper thinned as they placed themselves over her small frame. He loves the way she watches every move he makes, with a tense of her muscles. The white of her robe and wet hair entices him as he almost peels away from her.

As he folds his arm behind him he leaves their small space. Ame reaches with muscle memory to her side to grip a blade, but only grasps at air. She scowls thankful he was looking away at her blunder.

"Come now, we have much to discuss.." He speaks as he descends small stairs that had slipped her notice. With his back to her she craves the desire to strike him down, her blade to cut into his skin. But Enbu no Hono, is no longer attached to her at her hip. He has certainly taken it from her, hiding it who knows where. It makes her scowl with hate and regrets, being without it was the same as laying bare to her.

She watches his strong, yet easy going steps quietly descend the dark wooden staircase. Down he goes less than 5 deep steps to a lower level of this library hall. His hand glides down the railing making a skin slip sound as he pulls it at the last step. She was forced to move to the top of the stairs, it being foolish to lose sight of him. Ame stood above at the top of the staircase. Yet he didn't turn around, his arrogance knowing no bounds she watched him in the darkness, walk towards a wall. The light behind her did little to outline what he could be doing. His dark long hair slowly merged into the black of his robe. As she attempted to pull from her low light vision, a spark before her made her flinch.

He had lit some thing with a snap of his fingers, he kindles a small flame, burning till it snapped. Red drew long as the fires blaze consumed the dry logs in a kindle. His arm rested ahead on the black bricked gothic fireplace. Large and tall the belly burned as the thick stones ran up in the chimney.

Ame caught her breath as she looked up.

Like a beast about to pounce she takes in something truly horrifying. The crawling form of a large dragon. Dead it was, and only its yellowed old bones are a decoration to the top of the fireplace. Its giant, so much that it baffles her she did not notice it sooner. Giant pointed fangs held still in a cracked and barren skull. The light below carving into the black holes where its eyes once were.

Ame swallows as the snap of fire drags her back to Chase in a quick quip of her head. A forearm hangs above the fireplace as he rests his weight on it, staring into the pit with his back to her.

He turns slowly to her, his resting forearm slips as he walks towards her. The darkening of the fire throbbing across his skin, alluring as it drags into shadows hidden. His eyes pierce and glow similar to hers, cutting through any darkness. He steps towards her, bare feet over a black furry rug, upon further inspection it being the hide of some sort of dead animal.

And there they are, just glaring at each other, Ame tense like a taunt rope pulled in a tug of war. Chase though, poised and relaxed. Feeling perfectly in control, despite her being on the other side of the room. Chase runs his eyes over her almost delicate appearing frame. She appears almost divine in his soulless eyes. Her milky robe clings to her skin pulled down with gravity, he sees the harden peaks over her chest pulling the weight of her robe over them. He almost rumbles as he chokes back a grunt.

"Come." He breaths, both a moan and a command.

She tenses as his words coy as they are a temptation. But she is no fool, not so easily tempted by the serpent, she scowled at him harshly. He loves to see hatred in anyone, especially this dragon. He catches her attempting to take a step back, he knows were her mind is headed.

"Don't even think about it." His words snap the tension. "You won't get far." He grumbles, it excites him, personally he would love it if his prey runs. Its thrilling to chase a kill.

His words are terse in her ears, as his brows fall but his lips keep his smug expression. Chase knows that the only reason his jungle cats had taken such a liking to her is that Ame scent is thick of his own musk. And he was fragrant himself of her perfumes. He rumbles as he thinks about their excursions again. That panting look she made as lids hung heavy over her endless pools of plum eyes. He nearly must bite his lip to suppress himself. It would be shameful for him to harden right before her like this.

"I will not repeat myself." He speaks, but Ame is from a different stock, stubborn she turns away. His steps are quick as closing the distance between them is a simple trifle. She tenses as she makes a shift in posture towards the door. But the magic of the hot springs would only heal her, not save her. The dragon bone cuff as tight as ever as the wind is nearly knocked out of her.

She is nothing if not prey in his cold unstoppable hands as he grapples her, tossing her off her feet over his broad shoulder. She gasps audibly as she is flung around like a sack of potatoes. Dulled senses coil exuberant chagrin in her as she attempts to retaliate. Her back end beside his head she pound her elbow into his back but it did nothing in his composure. It was frustrating to feel so powerless, she had more strength as a child than she did now, a flustered tug at her bottom lip she felt pointless just banging on a drum. But before she could huff out defeat she was tossed like a used bag, she impacted her back end on to a cushion. Seated and disgruntled on a long back sofa. Like and extended arm chair one would slumber on, she had little time to adjust as Chase squatted down to her eye level.

His actions made her angry to say the least, if the element in her was still boundless her blood with literally be boiling. Breath slid out her lips as she glared back into the beast. Chase Young's handsome cut face tilted slightly, his black bang shifting with him. Ame tightfisted her robe as threads of still wet ashen locks clung to her damply. He leans in to her space, she tilts back away with his movements tight lips she refuses to let them lock with his ever again.

Shes trapped as large hands land at the sides of her hip trapping her once again. Breath is held, his sent wafts around her as a lip quivers.

"Ill get to the point." He begins, his words are deep and husky. "I want you."

Ame turns eyes closed with the bridge of her noes crinkling. She can only but chuckle sickly at his perverse words.

"You keep saying that." She almost laughs as she glares back at him, the side of her lip a snarl. She is right, he agrees within his own mind. Perhaps he has been beating around the bush. A girl from a time lost may not be able to follow his will like he would want her to.

"I want your eternal loyalty." He speaks, his words curt on cold as they slither out behind his tongue. The surprise on wide arched brows, followed by eyes reliving some kind of despair unknown to him. A hair that was tucked behind her ear comes loose as it falls over the side of her face.

Chase gets up from his squatted position, from eye level to towering over her. Leaving her alone of the sofa, chills run through her again. His back turns to her, arms folded behind his back he stares off into the crackling flame of the fireplace. He is so tall, his back a tower that hides the light of the flame covering her in deep shadows.

"Dashi told me about you, once." He speaks as her eyes widen, she whips up to her feet as a small "Ah." leaves petal soft lips. Just his name, the very notion of him breathes life into depleted lungs.

"It was long, long ago." His words fall from his lips as he does not turn to her. "We had been sitting together in idle times." That spitting anger that burned her red, now a simmer as she softened just listening to his words.

The fire broke into dry wood with a pop as he honed into the hitches of her breathing.

"Sit, and listen." He spoke with a small turn of his head, still not facing her. She did not speak as knees quaked til she sat, hands folded neatly in her lap she tilted her head as her ash air pooled around her.

Delicately, she listen to Chase speak of times past.

His words left his lips louder than a whisper, as he strung the tale of his old memories. They sat together, long ago, backs on old mossy logs. Summer was at its peak as the day ended as a gloaming dusk strobe the sky in radiance, deep purples and vibrant oranges.

They sat nearly silent as Chase twiddled an old piece of wood. Arms mildly tired from a skirmish with Wuyas stone giants. Simple for the both of them to defeat, yet tired they had become.

Between them a small bonfire kindled in a dug pit surrounded by protective stones. A loud pop made Chase shift his shoe in the dry dirt to avoid a dancing ember.

He was younger then, it was just a year before the fall and seal of the Haylin Witch Wuya. His brows softer and rounder as they held at ease over calm eyes, that still held light in them. His blue monks jacket aloud a pop of a single top button at ease as he leaned backwards. Dashi shifted one leg resting on the other. A swing of his heel, arms folded behind his head and his bamboo hat over his eyes.

Chase was unsure if he was resting or not, but desired to simply be at ease, in the ambient silent of twilight.

"Chase have you ever taken a student?" The question was sudden and puzzling. It seemed out of nowhere but Chase smiled as he answered.

"Well I mean, I have lead a lesson or two, but I have never taken an apprentice if that's what you mean." His words easy to flow, as his brow popped at the sudden an odd question.

"And you?" he lead the question back to Dashi. The words shifted the grand master as he drifted upwards, arms pulling him back till he sat upright, hat taken and placed beside him. His face was fallen, his thin brows deeply set with sad eyes on a flat lined lip.

Chase felt as if he had asked an unfair question. He stopped as he felt the desire to apologize to his friend. He could not place it at the moment, why a simple question caused such a reaction. For that he blamed his youth and abundant optimism.

"I'm sorry for the odd question.. It's the anniversary of a friend. The question just popped to mind." Dashi spoke, coal eyes looking down at the patchy earth below. Chase felt his shoulders sag as he took his friends displacement into himself. Back then when his soul still burned bright, it stung to see someone who he admired so melancholy. He didn't want to stir the pot, but it seemed Dashi just wished to let his burden out to him.

"It is true, I've had many a student. But I have only taken one apprentice." Chases ears burned to learn more. The idea of The Grand Master of martial arts himself, what kind of person could sway his heart enough so that he would personally train them? Chase swallows gently as the question burns to be asked.

"Who?" the question came easy as he asked Dashi more. "Perhaps they could lend their aid against Wuya." The question spoiled like bad milk as soon as he asked it. He watched his head tilt down as a bitter anguished washed over his friend. Chase cursed inwardly knowing his answer before he could speak it.

"She's gone, I am afraid." His words tumbled out, a struggle in his lungs could be heard.

Ame listened with a straight back and head tilted up, she was wordless, desperate for Chase to keep talking. For to only Ame, she does not truly understand just how long she has been sealed away. Every moment she takes, Dashi exists in the back of her mind. No matter where she goes, or what she does, Ame is never able to shake his presence from her. All Ame wants is to see him again.

The lump in her throat made swallowing impossible. She tightfisted her silky robe in feeble hands. He could feel her shifting behind him as he turned back to her slowly.

She was fair, lilac for eyes, poised bowstring lips, and a small beauty mark on the left side of her chin. Messy bangs framed her heart shaped face, her eyes lit up like fireworks as youthful brows tightened with a hair, as she eagerly listen to each word he spoke.

She was wordless as fluttering long lashes blinked, she tilted to the left, as sorrow hung over her maiden face. Hushed by his story, wordlessly her eyes begged him to continue. He knew it would be easy to deceive her when she was like this. With her almost too eager, it coiled something in him. But he chose not to do it, he almost wished to sit beside her and whisper the rest of the story into her ear.

A swallow as he composed himself to her again. He starts to finish his story, not breaking the eye contact she blesses him with.

Chase listened to Dashi speak, just as Ame was doing to him. Without interrupting just hoping they would continue, though for very different reasons. Back then he had just wished to let his friend bury his worries with him. To lend an ear to a precious friend was very humbling for younger Chase. Dashi continued to describe the young girl whom he had befriended. He told Chase all about the enemy he faced, about the struggles and battles they fought together. How the student he took was able to overcome the darkness within, the story lighting him like a young boy, all too eager to listen to a fathers war stories. Chase knew during that time of the Dragon of the east, and its father The Haylin Dragon.

Dashi had only just returned back to main land China, to rejoin Chase young and monk Guan. Chase was happy to see his friends return, that being Dashi and the small dragon Dojo. He felt disappointed in himself, he had not noticed any signs of his friend morning the loss of someone close. The way Dashi spoke of this student, made him not feel like it was the relations of a master and student. Something closer he could not quiet place. He seemed like he almost admired them?

Dashi lets out a small laugh as the fire pops, thinking of old times Chase smiles at him. "What was their name?" Chase asks.

"Well I was calling her kid for a long time, you see the girls father hadn't even bothered giving her a name. He just referred to her as daughter. I felt it too cold to call her that. She was cold and distant at first, she thought nothing of taking a life. She never seemed sad, but neither angry. The worst part was it was no that she was suppressing her emotions, it was just like they were barren to her. A life time of growing up a killer."

Chase must have looked distraught as Dashi paused his story. He chuckled a bit before looking away in some sort of shame. His hand rolled on his knuckle massaging the worn palms with calloused finger tips.

"At first I treated her like some sort of wild beast, to my own regret. You should of seen her Chase. It became too obvious quickly to me that this wasn't the man eating dragon of legend, but a fragile child. She just so was weary and lost." He continued the last few words leaving him in just a breath. He seemed to be rambling at this point but Chase didn't interrupt. It was obvious that something was tormenting him about this girl, they both had loved and lost over the years. Comrads, family, loved ones of all sorts. But this seemed to be gluing to him.

"I knew the girls Mother when I was just a boy, long ago. Born into a smiting family, she became legendary at her ability to intertwine magic into weapons. When I heard she was getting married I was delighted." He stopped as he swallowed, "The moment I looked that kid in her eyes, I knew who she was. She looked just like her Mother did so many years ago."

Chase paused his story, Ame's bottom lip quivered. She was on the verge of tears, looking rather crumpled and fragile. Just paper thin she would easily go to pieces if he continued just another word. She swallowed at his pause, tense Ame becomes. Her head tilted to the side as her mouth opened to speak, whisper and thin she exhales a shake as words attempt to form.

"Where is Dashi?" Thin words, just a breath that would be lost on less tuned ears. Chase closed his eyes as his hands fisted behind his back. Should he lie? Perhaps, but what ever honor was left in his blood he could not lie about the fallen.

"He's dead." The delivery flat and unemotional, he faltered, hands flinching as she shuttered.

And that's when he watched her crumble, eyes panicked as shoulders fell. Her breath came out as a stranglehold with listless sorrow, the same words that monk had spoken to her in days past.

The tense rope snapped as that tight grip on her throat exploded as conclusions jumped in her mind. The fire behind them bellowed in a spitting inferno rushing up and out in the wall in a hellfire scream. Chase spun round quickly as if the bone dragon had come back to life and sought out revenge. He was quick to understand what just happened as he shifted backwards towards Ame. She was mid air launching for the kill. He landed on the ground his spine eating the impact as he slip on the skinned animal rug below. He let out a grunt as her hands found his throat.

The feel of his cold skin under sweaty hands and sharp nails made her shiver, his neck was thick and his arms strong that braced her. He looked into his eyes, they were blown out and brows pressed inwards as he was shocked by her bold assault.

The raging fire dissipated as so did Ame's rage. She knew in her heart somewhere this was pointless, she felt rust on her body, as pieces of her cracked. She let out a distressed pant, that burred his brows in a press. Looking up at her he tight lined his lips, legs on his chest she sat just above his ribs. Ame's hands trembled around his thick neck. His Addams apple bobbed as the cords of his neck pulled with a turn of his scowl.

"I did not kill him. If that is what you think." The words curt and blunt. She huffed out and bit her lip. Her eyes lit up, fire within them as she steam burned the last of her strength away. She knew that, as soon as she looked into his eyes she knew that Chase Young, the man Dashi had spoken about with so much endearment, the man who was also her imprisoner. He was not lying, he did not kill Dashi at least. But her heart just could not accept what he was saying. There is no way Dashi could be dead.

"He died centuries ago Ame."

She could spit at how her name leaves his lip. But before she could squeeze the life out of him, his arms grabbed her wrists pulling them to the sides. She hissed as he demonstrated the difference in their strengths. Face flat pupils blown out he pulled her back. Her body shook as she resisted, it was simple to bring her arms behind her back. Holding both her dainty wrists in one of his large hands.

His other scooted her hips back till they rested above his groin. He sat up easily. Her back bent back and her weight on her knees she snarled at him, she huffed as she turned her face away from him. The eyes he desired to break hidden behind choppy bangs and long loose hairs. Her teeth tugged her bottom lip as she stiffed herself.

"It was a little more than 1500 years ago that Dashi had sealed you away. You have been stone that whole time." He explained to her, he watched her huff as she let her lip free.

"Lies." She spat, looking away still.

"Dashi told me all about you." His name quaked her. "Daughter of the Haylin Dragon, or as your home knew, The Shogun of Despair. His only daughter, and his executioner. Dashi had found out that the two of your powers were linked. The cement in his brick walls. Removing you made your father crumble. Without your power, and age taking him over he turned to Wuya out of desperation." Now Chase had Ames attention back, as a gasp was pulled from those supple lips.

"He used you Ame." He coiled forward, a pant of hot breath on her neck that made her shutter.

"With your father torn into a deep madness, consumed by haylin magic he rained down hell fire on the innocent didn't he?"

Chase was good at ignited her fire, his sick words pissed her off, she raged an inferno in her body, he could see her eyes glowing under her bangs. It only fuels his sick game on.

"And once your father was out of the way, It seemed Dashi had no more used for you didn't he?" He begins to deceive, twisting Dashi's confession in his own way. Hoping the catch her butterfly wings in his sticky web. Her smirks as he tightens his grip on her wrist, bowing her spine back, her chest up and her neck bends. He feels a rush, disire flows as he inhales her sent. He nuzzles her neck and feels her shutter.

"He sealed you away in stone for 1500 years because he feared your power. He knew that after you had your vengeance you would become unhinged. He made you pay Ame."

The final pin was pulled as he spat his words to her, she coils, face scrunching with anger she could hide no longer. Thighs bounced forwards, feet planted in the ground, she bent over the fold of her arms. No longer pinned behind her Ame rose her body temperature, burning hot the bone cuff rattled.

He winced and drew his hand as just her skin burnt his hand. Instantly she put distance between them, flying back to long body length chair. She was panting, the tips of her nails glow brightly as ruby red eyes piece like a blood moon.

Heavy tears pooled in Ame's eyes. Her vision blurred as she clenched her jaw. Her noes and cheeks pinked as emotion rushed forward. Ame could not hear no more lies. Chase shifted up, ingoring the tingling feeling on the back of his hand. Ame stands with a huff, her robe cinders around the collar of her neck as her shoulders shake.

"You seem to have all the answers don't you." She hisses as her eyes can barely see him anymore. She is dizzy, that was the last of her element. "you seem to know so much, yet you have no idea what you are talking about."

Kinda short but when we pick up it will be back with the young monks so a bit of Kimxrai for the next one. They are a back burner pairing. We might find out what happened to Wuya a swell. But im gunna do my best not to have too many flowing timelines.