Hello! This is Tenchu with the edited version of Chapter One... I wan't happy with the way the story was heading so I'm redoing it. This isn't much different from the first original, but the changes are subtle at first, but they'll get more noticable later on, so please re-read the chapter! :) It should show by Chapter three or four. Please leave a comment :)

Disclaimer: The great Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto

She smelt blood.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of blood that cocooned her in a blissful mist. Quietly, stealthily she walked closer to the source. She stopped, noticed a darker undercurrent of power that faintly resonated from the blood. She hastened her stride. Turned left, right, left, left, right and arrived at in a dimly lit alley way. It was a bunch of drunken villagers, who had found a poor soul to torment. Probably an animal, not what she was looking for. She was looking for a more powerful being that was in all probability also very large. She turned and walked a couple of steps out of the alley way.

Strange. The aroma was getting weaker. She spun on her heel and a veil of long wispy silver hair followed behind. She walked closer to the group, grabbed a raggedly black-clad man who reeked of alcohol by the back of the collar and tugged, forcefully. As a result, an interesting shape was imprinted on the wall and an unconscious blob of human filth slid down the wall. The loud crashing sound drew the attention of the rest of the rowdy crowd and they turned towards her. Odd, they are not all drunk she though as her sensitive mind picked out the various layers of consciousness.

Three drunk, five sober. Why? Even her ultra-fast processing brain didn't have enough time to think up logical solutions before a drunk, tethering on the edge of soberness executed a sloppy, but well supported punch that came into contact with the side of her face. Her petite frame was inevitably thrown onto the floor. Stupid drunk ninja. She slowly wiped the blood trickling from her face and smirked. She was getting excited and she prayed that this wasn't going to be boring. With in five seconds, the two remaining drunkards crumbled to the floor. She had hit the central nerve points. Tomorrow, they would wake up with a killer headache, which would have been expected from such heavy drinking, but they would never recall her, because she had attacked a point very close to what she had dubbed the 'hallucination point' and they would spend the night and the better half of tomorrow unconscious and dreaming of a vague silver and black figure. Of course, when they woke, the mental effort to recall her while they were in 'dreamscape' would have been exhausted.

However, she couldn't do the same to the sober ninja, because she couldn't cover up the headache that would come about from her using the 'hallucination point' without them asking questions tomorrow. Baka sober ninja. While she was mentally cursing them in her head, they had began staring at her with glaring eyes and talking in angry tones.

"How dare you? We are Konoha shinobi and we cannot let you interfere with our mission!"

Stupid red clad ninja. The red hurt damn it! Couldn't he wear a more eye-pleasing color? Blue maybe, like the one his sane friend was wearing?

"Damn you, TALK!" That snapped her at of her reverie, which involved her tying him to a very highly situated light post and placing bird seed around him. With the amount of bird crap that was going to accumulate on the red clothing, it would become much less of and eyesore. Too bad it's not possible. That was true. She had planned an inconspicuous holiday to a green colored village. Green, a nice, soothing color that didn't burn her delicate eyes.

She focused her unnerving pair of yellow and blue eyes at the talker. Baka Konoha shinobi for ruining my holiday! Her eyes searched his face; apparently her not talking was a problem for him. Serves him right. She smiled; nicely. Only from the perspective of someone other than herself, it would have been classified as downright creepy. The eye-sore of a ninja took out a kunai and threw it at her head, which of course, forced her to duck. While ducking, she noticed a pile of boxes. Boxes that could be knocked into pieces. Pieces that could potentially bury the dim-witted, angry, red ninja. A cheeky grin plastered itself on her face as a plan formulated itself in her mind.

She ran towards him and while he braced for the impact, she vaulted over him and landed neatly behind him. Perfect. With a faultless kick, she sent him flying into the wooden boxes, which consequently shattered and thankfully covered the hideous red yakuta that the man was wearing. She spent a while admiring and evaluating her handy work. Tch. She had been off by a couple of centimeters, because she could still she a sleeve of that stupid red yakuta. She didn't brood for too long over the error however, as time didn't allow her to. Or rather fate didn't allow her to, because the remaining four had decided she was an opponent that could be easily defeated with their combined efforts.

…Baka Konoha shinobi…

With little planning on her part and relying on the predictability of each move, the four joined their stupid red friend in the pile of rubble. After spending a bit of time admiring her handy work, she heard a faint sound. Labored breathing and quiet whimpers of pain. And then she remembered the blood and the original objective of this night-time stroll. She looked over to where the men had been standing and saw a pool of blood. A pool of beautiful red blood and rising from its centre a crown of gold hair and a pair of unseeing, electric blue eyes.

I hope you guys like! :) Reviews are greatly appreciated and are a cause for longer and better chapters!