Greetings! Here's an update on my story, i'v got 10 chapters drafted i will be uploading soon.

You will soon find out the fate of Ayame and another character who's going to play a huge role later in the story.

She could feel the strong wind in her face as she jumped from branch to branch, trying to find a safe spot. Her mind was spinning and her heart beat was racing from the intensity of her latest encounter. She spotted the water, and landed upon the edge of the bank. She threw her mask off to the side and got on her hands and knees and dumped her head in the cold water.

It felt good and it sure refreshing.

She let out a gasp of air as she brought her head up out of the water. She shook it from side and side to let the water out before opening her eyes. She glanced down at the water; she saw it was slightly stained with little streams of blood. She then looked down at her own clothes; she had failed to notice how bloody she had gotten.

Anyone who happened to walk by would easily be able to depict her as a murderer.

It was unfortunate for her that unknowingly to her that had already happened.

She let out a tired sigh and brushed her messy green tresses out of her faces with both hands. She then closed her eyes before bringing a tiny amount of scorch release chakra to her hands and began to run it all down the front of her robes.

The blood began to evaporate, she knew it would.

There was a lot of blood; the blonde girl had most likely lost over half her blood volume. She would have been dead no matter what. If only her death could have been as fast as her comrades.

She brought out the knife from her pouch. It was heavily stained in blood; the blade she had killed 3 innocent people with. But those people had gotten in her way and no matter what they would always have to pay. She shut her eyes again to let her mind drift to peace, which was when she saw her face. That little bundle of green curls, eyes wide from the excruciating pain.

"Ayame." She spoke. Her voice was as soft as she remembers. She could hear the gasping in her tone and the blood that ran down her pale pink lips. "Ayame…."

"Please Dai. Forgive me." She clenched her eyes tighter as the images of blood came back into her mind. She dug her nails into her palms as she felt the sharp pain in her left shoulder. She clutched it; it hurt. "Dai Please I love you. I love you so much!" She whispered as she felt the tears come. She managed to fight them. She was good at it. She had years of practice.

Keeping her eyes closed Ayame allowed her mind to drift off for a moment, to locate a moment of peace. Her eyes were shut tight, but her guard had been lost. It was in that moment that she failed to notice the dark eyes watching her from the shadows.

…

It was so sudden that she felt it. She reached over and grabbed her mask ever so slowly. Her fingers gripped it tightly as she dared to look behind her. She saw nothing physically, but after focusing her chakra sensing jutsu she saw it.

….

Who was behind her?

Someone was there.

She couldn't breathe. She felt the sweat coming hard and she couldn't control her shaking fingers that clutched the hem of her black robe. She got to her feet using her war fan to balance herself.

Her dark green locks had fallen out of its bindings and it clung to her sweaty back.

…..

She could practically feel the breath of someone who was standing a mere foot away from her.

It was either an act of pure bravery or pure foolishness, Ayame had no idea why she moved but she did. She used all the power she had at that moment and swung the iron weapon with great force. With all three stars revealed it created a strong force and Ayame could feel that whoever was near her was throw back a good distance but managed to land back upon his feet. Before they could even have a chance to react Ayame sent wind chakra through it once more and the force was so much greater that everything in front of her was destroyed to pieces in an instant. The trees crumbled at the forest floor as well as many other things around it, rocks and tree stumps an all.

"I see you!" She called out, "Don't think you can hide from me!" The wind continued to dance, her long hair fluttering in the air as the air twirled around her.

There was no movement.

But she could see someone was there.

The air died down, but her already rapid heartbeat sure didn't. The air was suddenly very still. Her fingers gripped the edges of her fan holding it in front of her defensively.

"Come out!" She called; "I dare you!" she made sure to make her voice sound like she was taunting the person out there.

….

Silence was all she got.

…It was so quiet.

She could almost hear the heartbeat of another. She took a step forward, it was ever so small. Her fan scraped a line in the ground as she slowly moved the opposite direction. She tried focusing her chakra more to try and sense the location of the unknown person but she found it harder and harder each passing second.

"Losing control of your chakra?" Spoke a very calm voice.

Ayame sucked in a breath.

"Don't think you can hide that from me." The voice said mockingly, "Your entire chakra network is going out of control." The voice was very masculine and deep.

Ayame withdrew her fan and jumped back a good distance away as the technique that was masking her watchers presence dissolved slowly.

He was a man she had seen before, a man who had a very powerful appearance.

He was just how she had seen him before, his appearance dark and frightening. His dark eyes were pinned on her.

It was then Ayame noticed that the powerful attacks she had hit him with did nothing at all.

"I'm impressed," He finally, "You should be proud, to have somehow sensed Muu, the Nidiame Tsuchikage."

Ayame was frozen. Of all the people, the man before her had to be the one to discover her. Lord Tsuchikage himself; he looked a lot different up close compared to when she observed him from a distance. She could clearly see how intimidating he really was; it explained the hood he always wore. His structure was a lot taller than she thought and his body was lithe yet very muscular. Underneath the cloak draped over his shoulders was the same hidden stone uniform that she saw him wearing beforehand.

"Who are you?" He asked her once again, his words snapping her out of her

Thoughts. "I asked you a question. Will you not answer me?" His violet colored eyes narrowed down upon her body. She was glad he was unable to see her face through her mask; her young childlike face that was sweating and trembling with fear. She tried to open her mouth but nothing came out. She only stepped back in keep distance.

"I am nobody of you concern, Lord Tsuchikage." She spoke finally. "I am simply a lost citizen trying to locate my way around."

"A lost citizen? In my village? What business do you have being here?" He replied. All the while they stood facing each other he observed her. He knew this mysterious masked person was a female for obvious reasons but age and rank was a mystery. Her body was so small that she couldn't have been more than 14 but she wore a mask of Sunagakure ANBU black ops.

"Like I said, I'm nobody of your concern." She replied. She tried to sound courageous and not afraid. "So please let me pass by." It was to her dismay that he answered her with only a chuckle, crossing his strong arms over his chest.

"Funny you would ask me such a thing. Mysterious masked girl like you suddenly appearing in my village; I am not letting you leave until you answer some questions. 3 innocent people have been brutally murdered and suddenly a stranger like you appears? Tell me do you have anything to do with that." Ayame gulped, trying not to gag.

"No sir... I am unaware of what you are speaking to me about." She took a step backward, the heel of her sandal hit a rock causing her to almost fall backward. He moved forward with a step that seemed to cover more distance that necessary.

"Liar. You lie." Those were the words he said to her as he continued to move forward. She kept moving backward. "I can smell death all over you." She could sense a buildup of chakra within him and that was when she finally turned around and took off running as fast as she could. This mission was over as of that moment and she needed to flee as fast as she could. She gathered chakra in her feet as she jumped from branch to branch. She didn't care what direction she was going as long as she was able to get out of the village. She couldn't pin point his location but she could feel him following her, and he was moving fast. She reached behind her and unbuckled her war far from her back.

"Futon: Grand Cast Net!" She said as she created a new of sharp piecing wind with her fan. The attack went back a far distance destroying a lot of ground along with it. She knew it wouldn't stop him but slowing him down was good enough.

"Shakuton: Extreme Flaming Murder!" She said as multiple fire balls of her flames element appeared around her as she jumped through the trees. She manipulated the orbs around her to shoot in all directions. There were numerous explosions around her result in completely disintegrated land. Suddenly Ayame was jerked downward with a yelp. Her ankle screaming in pain as it was forced along with her body downward. She fell through the trees and ended up getting smacked into a lot of tree branches causing her kimono to rip. Her heavy fan on her back didn't help her situation. She finally made it through the trees and fell onto the ground in a clearing deep within the woods. She simply lay there face down on the ground; her body in pain and unable to move due to the wind getting knocked from the fall. Unable to move her body she attempted to move her feet. Her right foot screamed in pain and she was unable to move it. Who or whatever yanked her down by the ankle must have broken it in the process. She could only groan in pain as she felt someone approaching her. He stood above her for a few moments. The calm manner that he was observing her in made her feel helpless and vulnerable. He continued to just stare at her for what seemed like an hour as she lay were squirming and groaning in pain. He was most likely dragging that part out for her. Finally he decided to speak again,

"How naïve." He said calmly. "You wear the mask of the ANBU yet you were unable to detect a chakra string trap?" Well that explains what yanked her down. 'Of course, he's a kage. It should be expected of him to be able to rig a trap on the spot undetected.' She thought to herself. She scolded herself for being so foolish and now it was probably going to cost her more than just a drop in ego. She felt warm hands on her face as he knelt down beside her. His fingers curled under the edges of the mask and slid it off her sweaty face. She was hardly conscious and her eyes were glassy as she stared up at him; her face in his hand. He himself was shocked at how young she looked. She had childlike skin and large indigo eyes. But to say she was pretty didn't just do her justice. "Your age." Was the first thing he had asked her after removing the concealment of her face. She of course didn't answer. "Your age!" he repeated giving her face a light squeeze.

"2... …." was all she said before losing consciousness at his feet. That was her sad mistake but it was something she had no control over.

"How pitiful." He sneered. He grabbed a fistful of her green locks and what happened next was something she didn't expect. When her head came in contact with the tree was when she finally became alert once again. Warm blood ran down her face as the bark scrapped it bloody. She let out a scream before falling backward. "Get up you piece of crap." He said firmly watching her clutch the side of her head. She didn't respond to him. "I said get up!" He said louder. He grabbed her by the hair once again and lifted her before slammed her once again into the tree. She could only scream once again. After her head came in contact with the tree once again she stumbled backward into his body. He clutched her arms in a death grip. "Well? What's it going to be?" he asked her. She could only reply with a whimper. He slammed her head in once again. As he caught her falling back once again he leaned down toward her ear, "I'm going to ask you once more. Did you kill those people?" he whispered calmly but firmly in her ear. There was a moment of silence before she turned her head to face him. The spit landing on his face was something he didn't expect. She cried out as he forced her to her knees bending her over a large flat surfaced rock. Her arms were pinned behind her back and unable to move. "Ok is that how you want to play it?" He pushed her down hard upon the rock. "I'm patient and willing to wait until you decide to answer the question. The families of the ones you killed would be glad to hear the murder was caught and admitted to her crimes." She felt him waiting for her response as they sat there. She didn't respond but it wasn't to his dismay. But when she felt him opening her pouch was when she started to protest. "Well well, what do we have here?" He said. She was unable to see what he was talking about. In his hand he held a blood soaked blade. It was the very same blade she killed those 3 people with. Her eyes widened when he showed her what he was holding.

"DO-" she started to protest but he shoved her down harder silencing her. He wanted to show her who had the power in this situation.

"So I was right. You are indeed a liar; a liar and a murderer." Ayame felt like she was going to vomit. "You are a murder, and a selfless whore!" he cried shoving her down hard once again, not releasing the pressure this time. She cried out trying to speak but he never once was going to give her the chance. She knew resistance was not an option but when she felt his fingers running under her white obi was when she started to defy him. She began to fight him. She tried to kick backward with her good foot but it didn't even graze him. He flipped her over with her back flat against the rock and wrists pinned above her head with a single hand.

"Please …stop it!" She whimpered trying to squirm out. He leaned down, pressing his girth hard against her and burying his face within her neck. That and the fact he was so much larger than her sent chills down her spine. She felt his mouth go to her ear.

"Don't you even think I'm letting you go unpunished for your hateful deeds." He whispered in her ear, his voice in pure utter disgust. He pressed himself harder against her. He trailed his face and mouth across her neck and under her jaw line. She felt like crying and she dared not to move. It was when she felt the erection she was pressed against, she knew he had no good intentions. She squirmed even harder trying to get free, but he was far too strong. She was unaware her actions were erotic to a high degree. She felt his hand trace along the curves of her body. Despite her size she had a well-developed body and he knew her bosom were sizable because he felt how squishy and large they were pressed against his hard chest. He released her hands and began trailing down both sides of her body. She clenched her teeth and fought the urge to moan. He trailed kisses down her neck and found a very sensitive part. He knew of this because she let out a moan. It was a battle she tried to fight but lost. Both of his hands made their way downward and he discovered how plump and squishy her bottom was. She gasped and tried to push him off but failed. She began to cry. She didn't like him touching her there. It made her sick.

"Please…st-stop!" She whispered. Her voice gasping and unable to say clear words. His hands began to rub and squeeze her as he started to slowly grind against her. Her efforts to fight him were slowly shrinking. He knew this moment was nothing but a losing battle for her. She was not strong enough to defy his strength. His assault on her backside came to a halt and he lifted himself up only a little. She hoped he would get off her but it was only to her horror that he began to unfasten the obi belt around her waist that held her robe closed. She fought it. She kicked and struggled despite her broken ankle. She snarled and ripped at his bandaged arms. He was able to ignore her attempts for a short time when he finally got annoyed and struck her across the face with his palm to get her to settle down. She cried out as pain began to burn within her cheek. She lastly resorted to screaming but she only got the same result on the other side of her face. Muu pulled her down and laid her flat on the grass. She fought him the entire way. He straddled her, pinned her down and finally managing to yank open her robe revealing her to him. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side as cold air hit her body. She hated him. Oh how she hated him. He buried his face deep within her large mounds. She shrieked at the feeling and still made futile attempts to push him off. She once again began kicking and beating at him when he slid her panties down her legs. The coldness of her body was filled with warmth as he forced himself more upon her. He didn't say a word at her pleas and protests of agony. She failed to notice he had undone his vest. She couldn't watch as he undid the buckle on his black trousers and slip them down his hips. She closed her eyes and fought to shut her legs but he wrenched them open, open wide enough and hooked his leg under one to prevent her from closing hers.

"You bastard." She whispered, eyes still tightly shut but he forced her head back by the hair until she opened them.

"You will be watching me." He whispered darkly. She was a virgin. It was rare for women of her time to be a virgin at 22 years old. Muu pressed his body harder upon her; his weight making it difficult for her to breath. She felt him press himself in her and slowly pushed forward. She began to scream instantly. It hurt, oh how much it hurt badly. He was large, too large for her virgin body to take.

"No! No! NO!" She cried in pain, tears running down her body as she clawed at his back. He still persisted. She tried to hold back the screams but it was almost impossible. She dug her nails into him deeper in sad attempts to free herself but nothing stopped him. He stilled when his penis found her virgin barrier. "No! Please no! It hurts!" She cried shaking her head but that didn't stop him from moving forward. The fact that she was not able to be aroused only hurt her even more. It was that moment when he clutched her arms even more tightly, she held her breath. But she didn't keep it in for very long as he gave one hard thrust tearing away her virginity with a painful pop. He held himself in one place as she screamed. She didn't know if this was supposed to be an act of kindness. It didn't and wouldn't ever matter anyways. She screamed, kicked, scratched, and even tried to bit him as tears of pain ran down her face. He knew if she would only relax it would have been a lot easier. Ayame felt blood begin to pool under her bottom. Her blood. He continued in silent, waiting for her to adjust. He knew she would. She soon began to settle down and her cries turned to soft whimpers. He brushed her sweaty bangs off her pale flushed face. The pain in Ayames vagina began to settle down. Muu was able to guess this as well and started a very slow rhythm. Ayame sucked in breath at first but the pain soon began to mix with unwanted pleasure. He continued his slow pace as the pain turned into pleasure. He didn't waste time finding her peak of pleasure and hit it over and over. Ayame whimpered in protest and shook her head as she squirmed underneath him. First he tortures her with pain then he turns her own body against her? He grasped both hands on her hips to keep her still. She felt the intense feeling rush over her and she despised him for purposing dragging it out for her. Something was building up inside her but it was slow and she could hardly bear the pleasure yet he still continued, rocking his hips against hers. It was unbearable for her as he rode her. With a body like hers she could only endure so much. Her entrance began to feel raw and whatever was building up was slowing taking its time to come. When….when would he stop?

"Ohhh!" She cried as she felt him ram her hard. She began sweating heavily.

"Ohh…Fuck." He groaned, he felt his end coming but he wouldn't stop until he humiliated her by forcing her to cum for him.

"Grah…oh...OH…OH GOD!" She groaned as he rammed into her sensitive spot harder. She felt complete and utter humiliation but she didn't care. Her body had become her enemy and was torturing to her an almost unbearable point.

"Go on. Do not fight. Release it." He panted in her ear. "Release it and show me how you really are. Show me that you're a whore." The will within her to fight his satisfaction left her. He gave one hard ram and it was finally released for both of them. She screamed as everything spilled inside her. His hot seed spilled all over her making her dirty in many ways. She gasped, paralyzed by the spasm filling her body. He laid above her support his weight with his arms; beats of his own sweat soaked through his wrappings and dripping down upon her. She squeaked as he pulled himself out of her and spit his seed upon her pelvis. The sight of it disgusted her but she was far too weak to fight it. He grabbed her petite hand and forced her to stroke it. She tried yanking her hand away but she was too weak and he still had enough energy to subdue her. He moved off her and yanked her up, her lower naked area hurt. She felt herself forced forward upon her knees and bend over the rock in the former position she was in. She shivered as her naked breasts were pressed against the cold flat surface of the rock. She screamed when she felt him enter her rump from behind. This time was so much different. It was a lot tighter fit and it didn't feel right. Her arms were wrenched behind her back once again and felt them get latched together with some kind of restraint. With her totally disabled he was free to continue ramming her anally. Her knees were forced wider apart to allow more space. She tried screaming but he shoved a gag down her mouth. With her muffled gags, he continued his pace. He leaned forward and massaged her large supple breasts. The rock scraped at her chest as her body slid across it. She continued to scream in protest but it was made unclear because she was unable to spit out the gag. He pinched her nipples. He pinched each one of them none to gently. His assault on her backside went on for a total of 10 minutes. He continued the same pace while his hands fondled her breast. It was a miracle when it was finally over; by that time Ayame was hardly even conscious. Not wanting her to choke he relieved her of the cloth gag and undid her wrists, which by that time were purple around the perimeter. She fell backwards and cried out in agony when her bottom in the ground. Feeling completely drained, she could only look up at a direction away from him with glassy eyes. She curled up in a ball. Muu made a sound of disgust, pulling his pants back up and readjusted them back into place. Ayame, with weak movements, slowly pulled her bottom garments back into place and weakly tried to tie her obi closed. He observed her from his crouching position. She looked sad, helpless, and pitiful.

All Ayame felt were hot tears come down her face. She ignored him and made an attempt to crawl to a certain direction. He wasn't aware that it was where she had lost her fan during the fall.

"Hmp. It's actually quite sad." He said calmly. She could tell he was trying to mock her. She still ignored him and continued to try and crawl away. Her body screamed in pain. Ayame couldn't see but Muu was slowly drawing the sword that was strapped to his back. "Hey. Look up." It was her mistake to turn around and see he was clutching a very sharp sword in one hand. She screamed as he made a slash for her. She was able to dodge it much it his surprise by rolling to the side and attempting to make a run for it. With his great speed he kicked forward knocking her feet out from under her and causing her to fall once again. She yelped as her hurting body came in contact with the ground. Before she could even react again something sliced down her back. The attack happened so fast that it took longer for her to realize she was in pain. She looked up to see the powerful ninja above her, holding his sword over his shoulder which dripped in blood. Warm liquid dripped down her back and her dress hung sliced open along with a large flap of skin; he had given her a slice right down to the bone and she could see every bit of it.

"Nghh!" She cried, collapsing. The spasm ran through her body until she was far too numb to feel anything. She looked up. Her blue eyes met his silent stoic face. She tried to fight to stay awake but what finally did it for her was a straight on kick to the face knocking her out in an instance and breaking her nose in the process.

Tatewaki continued to lay on his bed with his arms tucked behind his head; he had been in the same spot for who knows who long. He wasn't sure if it was because he was tired from his last mission or the shame and guilt he was feeling. He had lost the women he was planning to marry. He lost the one person who he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with. He lost her all because of his selfishness and silly fears. He loved her and would truly protect her and if death came in their direction then so be. They are shinobi and were never guaranteed a long life span.

'Life is full of hurt and sorrow. So stop blaming yourself kit.'

Tatewaki closed his eyes and soon he found himself sitting on the floor within his psyche. Shukaku stared down at him from behind the bars that sealed him away.

"Being sentimental are we shukaku?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

'Pff you wish. I'm just speaking the truth kit.'

"What makes you think you have the answer for my problems?!" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his back. He felt the beast let out a sigh.

'Spoken like a typical human. You think we tailed beast are always stupid and brainless. I've been around a couple thousand more years that you and I've seen the world for what it really is.'

"Don't speak to me like I'm a little boy."

'You are a little boy to my standards.'

"You have some nerve speaking to me like that. I lost the love of life because of my foolish and you telling me not to feel guilty?!"

'That's life. That's how it really is.'

"Ayame was my life! She was my purpose for living and thanks to my stupidity I will probably never see her again." He could feel warm tears coming to his eyes. "Now….now she's gone on this life threatening mission and I can't protect her."

'I'm sure Ayame is not that willing to lose you despite her words. Ones words and their desires are two completely different things.'

"You speak as if you can look into my future…..Ayame and I's future…..a future as a married couple…with a child of our own….did you know she's still a virgin and is waiting for me? She told me herself."

'If you really love Ayame then continue to have those positive feelings. She's strong. I'm shocked you would underestimate her.'

"You don't have to tell me the obvious she's strong. She's a woman barely into her prime and already a legend in her clan."

'Then have faith kit.'

"Again, you don't have to tell me the obvious."

Takewaki opened his eyes to the sound of a light crack. He turned around, looking for the source. Upon his search his eyes wondered upon a photo that hung on the wall near his door. He got up for a closer view. It was the photo that was taken of Ayame at the age of 16. A crack was across her beautiful young face.

The word faith was running through it mind. It was such an easy word but to keep it was not easy. Keeping faith that the women you love will return alive can be hard given the circumstances.

"Ayame…you don't have to worry about being safe, because I will be the one to protect you."

The girl lay out cold at his feet. A pool of blood began to form under her body. She looked beyond pitiful. Her ANBU mask lay shattered in a corner of the forest. He lifted her chin up with the tip of his sword very careful not to have it go through her face. Her eyes were literally swollen shut and her lips were fat and swollen. Blood ran down from where he had bashed her head in before.

He found it actually very disgusting looking at what he did to her back. He didn't try and cut that deep.

She moaned in pain. She was hurting even while sleeping.

How was she not dead yet?

Muu sat down upon one the rocks to catch his breath. He brushed some of the sweat away from his face. He was feeling indeed a bit dizzy, cradling his head in both hands made the spell go away.

He found himself peeking at the out cold girl between his fingers.

She was strong, yet so childlike. Muu could remember the feeling of her under him and how small she really was.

But she was evil on the inside.

She killed his people and she would pay the price. But how?

Would he leave her there to her death? She was defiantly on the verge of it.

"Filthy whore." He found his anger toward her grow. Had he shamed her enough? He reached down and his long fingers wrapped themselves in her dark colored hair. Her eyes opened in shock and she whispered in agony,

"Kill me."

Those were the only words that she could mutter, but it clearly sounded like someone shoved a sharp object down her throat. She was yanked up to eye level; her body was clearly numb at his point in time.

"Kill you? I'm not through with you let." He brought his fist back and shoved a chakra infused fist into her chest. The blood had come out her mouth so fast it shocked him enough to drop her.

He looked down in front, which was soaked in blood,

Her blood

"Gross."

He let her fall at his feet.

The pain hit Akari in the chest very hard that she stumbled back a little.

"Big sister Are you ok?!" Cried the little green haired girl who was trying to play dolls with her big sister. Akari sat on the ground in silence for a moment. She ignored the voice of her little sister for a moment. Something was indeed off, she felt as if something bad was going to happen that very moment. She had gotten this feeling only once in her lifetime, the same pain had only occurred once in her lifetime. She was only 3, about to turn 4 and already was capable of having strong emotional ties. Her eyes fell to the photo on the wall, her mind continuing to blank out her annoying little sister trying to get her attention.

"Dai, what have you done?" She whispered.

Authors note:

Ayame...is she dead? Also...

Who is Dai? Who is she and what is her relationship with Ayame and Akari?

It will be said soon but just a heads up,

she plays a big part of Ayames future as well as being the one who changed Ayame's childhood.