The Wanderers

Bonus Chapter – Tenten's War

A/N: Like the first 'Bonus' Chapter, consider this story canon within my story. Because let's face it, flashbacks are overrated, and there is enough going on in the main story as is.

Also, this chapter is absurd. It's a Bonus Chapter, so why not.

Wow, 250 reviews…that's beyond words. Ironic coming from a writer, but such is life.

After writing this, I've realised that it's a little…dark. So yeah, look at the warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, well…more Tenten? Yeah, I dunno.

WARNING

This Bonus Chapter contains excessive amounts of Badass Tenten

If you cannot handle Badass Tenten, then do not read this chapter.

You have been warned.

***One Month before Separation***

She shoved her way through the crowd, thankful that the pouring rain made her tears feel appropriate. The crowd didn't seem to notice her presence until she had made her way through to the front and dropped down to her knees with a scream.

Lying in front of her was the still form of her father.

To say he was dead would be an understatement. His arms had been ripped off his body and his guts were strewn across the water-drenched road.

He had been butchered.

The young girl went to reach out and hold the dead form of her father, but several of the townsfolk held her back. They knew that to hold the disembodied remains of the only family she ever had would scar her for her whole life.

She raged and screamed, but they refused to let her go.

After ten minutes she ran out of energy and stopped squirming, dropping to the floor again with a dispassionate grunt. The rain seemed to get more intense the worse she felt, and it was at that time that the town had its worst flooding in decades.

The orphan reached into her pocket and withdrew a short blade, pointing the hilt at the corpse while gripping the blade with her bare hand. The protests of the surrounding townsfolk became silent as her grip tightened and blood dripped down her arm.

At that moment she swore an oath, one that she would not rest until it was satisfied.

Placing her other hand on the hilt and driving it into the ground next to her father's body, she stood up slowly and turned around. Even in the rain, people cleared a path for her to walk through.

Taking one step at a time, her dull black eyes slowly darkened as she returned to her workshop.

She had much to do.

A/N: I find this makes for more entertaining reading when awesome fight music is playing. My recommendation is the fight music from the Matrix, or from Dragonball Z.

Tenten cracked her hands and continued to walk towards the castle. She wore a set of jet black armour that covered her from head to toe, moulded to fit her growing female form. It seemed impractical to have high-heels in her boots, but Tenten felt she needed the extra height and weapons.

Around her shoulders sat a pitch black cloak that covered the three large scrolls on her back. She wore her hair in her traditional twin buns with long needles holding them together.

She slowed her walk and watched as the bandits gathered their strength. At first they didn't seem so concerned about a single girl coming towards their castle, but the two streaks of blood that marred her features combined with a sphere of overpowering chakra was enough to have them come out in full force to face her.

The Konoha shinobi stopped out of their archers' range, pulling a single shuriken out of her pouch. She scanned across the dozens of facing lining the castle walls until her gaze landed on a horned-helmet wearing bandit. He seems to be shouting orders at the others.

She waited until he was looking down on her before throwing the shuriken.

Tenten was a good three hundred metres from the castle, with a strong breeze and nearly a dozen bandits between him and the battlements.

The shuriken removed his head at the base of his spine.

One

A slow smirk came across her face when the bandits around the decapitated leader began to scream and shout at her. She pulled a glove onto her left hand and flexed it before slowly walking towards the castle again. The glove had a seal on the back of it and appeared out of place with the rest of the weapons in her arsenal, but Tenten took no heed.

As she came into range an archer on the walls became overly excited and let loose an arrow straight at her. The projectile bounced harmlessly at her feet, Tenten taking note that it had given an indication to the others that she was nearly in range.

After ten steps it became clear to the one hundred archers on the walls that she was in range, so they drew back their bows and let loose a hail of arrows that were directed straight at her body.

Not breaking her stride one step, Tenten placed out her gloved hand as if to embrace the projectiles. Just as the arrows went to pierce through her body a massive black shield appeared out of her hand, absorbing all of the arrows directly into its form. Tenten moved the shield around so that absorbed every arrow shot at her, and continued to walk towards the castle.

It quickly became obvious that shooting Tenten wasn't going to work, so the bandits put down their bows and made their way down the stairs back into the castle. A massive gate kept the castle closed to the young shinobi, but Tenten seemed unconcerned.

She moved the large black shield and faced it at the gate barring her way. Tenten was barely fifty metres from the gate when her shield shot out into a small ball of black energy that slammed into the centre gate.

A personal design of Tenten's, the wooden gate appeared to crumble inwards and disappear within the black ball until it was like the construct wasn't ever there. The energy floated back to Tenten and returned to her glove, the young girl removing it quickly and placing it back into her pocket.

The bandits that were hiding behind the gate were amazed at what she had done; she knew that they had never been breached since occupying the castle decades ago.

That was about to change.

Keeping the small smirk and deep frown on her face, Tenten moved her head slightly to avoid a knife through in her direction. She stepped over the precipice of the castle boundaries, and a look of fear slowly came over the bandits faces. She didn't normally look like this, but today was an exception in Tenten's mind. She had a plan, and was about to execute it.

Nobody was leaving that castle with their lives.

oOoOoOo

Two axe-wielding bandits charged at her first, aiming to slice her apart for the death of their captain. Tenten never broke her stride, flicking her hands twice before continuing to walk past the two bandits that had leapt towards her. They landed on the ground softly, and for a moment it seemed like nothing had happened.

However after a few seconds their companions saw a slight reflection from Tenten's hands. Her smirk grew as she revealed the two small knives that she held in her hands. The bandits behind her slowly fell apart into a bloody mess on the ground.

Three

A bandit near the front of the pack yelled at her hatefully, "You bitch!"

He pulled up the spear he had driven into the ground and threw it at her with a roar.

Moving her head as little as possible, the projectile skimmed past her face and bounced harmlessly behind her. The Konoha shinobi flicked her knives back up her sleeves and widened her smirk as she pulled out a small scroll from her pouch. The bandits seemed unimpressed by her 'weapon', but were unsettled when she made a point of counting how many enemies were in front of her. Once she got the number she pulled out a small amount of chakra and faced the scroll towards the bandits.

With a flick of her fingers the scroll opened in front of her, hovering in front of her with a set of black seals across its front.

Exactly one hundred bandits stood within range of her attacks, charging straight towards her while weaving from one place to another. Having seen how easily she struck their captain, it seemed that the best way to fight her would be to close the distance and slice her up in close combat.

Making sure that the scroll wasn't blocking her view; Tenten reached out and activated the first seal in her least-powerful technique.

Fifteen seconds later she wrapped up the scroll and placed it back into her pouch. The young shinobi cracked her neck and made her way over the dead bodies of her enemies. The bandits each had an identical hole in the middle of their forehead, the shurikens used to kill them still imbedded in the back of their skulls.

It was an effort that was child's play to the projectile user, but she wasn't able to take pride of her achievement like she used to.

One Hundred and Three

The bandits that had held back caught on fairly quickly that she wasn't to be messed with and were already running away as fast as possible from the Konoha shinobi.

Tenten reached back and removed the pole strapped to her back, snapped it together before grasping it in one hand. She inserted a small amount of chakra into the long red weapon, revealing a wicked set of spikes across its length. It appeared to be a highly impractical weapon, but as she fingered it in her hand it was clear she knew what she was doing.

It became obvious that none of the bandits wanted to attack her again, after seeing what she did to their companions, so Tenten was forced to break out into a chakra-fuelled run to catch up to them.

As a shinobi she was ten times faster than her enemies, so just when they thought they were pulling away from her, she appeared in their midst. They had retreated to a large courtyard that would have been the perfect place for an ambush, had they not been so arrogant in believing their defences couldn't be beaten so easily.

With a flash she landed on both her feet in the middle of a large pack of bandits, her barbed-spear flashing in the sunlight as it struck out against the bandits.

The specially-sharpened blades easily slashed through both armour and bone, sending several heads flying.

One Hundred and Eight

In a hurried defence a bandit thrust a spear towards her, but she twisted so that it glanced across the side of her armour. For his trouble, she buried a long knife in his face without breaking stride, slashing through a nearby bandit's ankles before driving her weapon into his chest.

One Hundred and Ten

Switching her weight from one leg to the next, she kicked away a sword strike aimed at her head and slashed the throat of the attacker before landing on her hands and spinning like a top with her feet stretched out against the large group closing in around her.

With a tiny amount of chakra her heels turned into razor-sharp spikes, and as she spun faster they slashed into the faces and bodies of her attackers.

One Hundred and Twenty

A large chunk of her shoulder plate was torn off when she regained her footing as a well-timed axe strike hit her from behind. She grimaced in pain and drove a fist into the bandit who damaged her armour, using the small blade between her fingers to tear a hole from his stomach to his neck.

One Hundred and Twenty-One

Blood sprayed onto her armour and face, but Tenten didn't care. She felt a sting in her back, causing her to turn around slowly and glare hatefully at the optimistic bandit that had tried to stab her with his spear, but had failed to pierce through her armour. She moved an arm slowly around the hilt of the weapon and snapped it in two without effort, sheathing her weapon onto her back when she saw that he was the only bandit left in the area.

He screamed out in fear and began to run towards the entrance of the castle. Tenten scoffed and faced the main section of the castle. She considered it for a few seconds before casually flicked her wrist and walking towards a large building at the centre of the castle area. It looked important enough to be her goal, and she couldn't sense any other signs of life beyond that area.

Spitting out some of the bandit's blood that had crept into her mouth onto the ground, Tenten cracked her neck and pulled out one of her large scrolls, making her way into the building.

Near the entrance, the bandit that had fled Tenten's wrath crossed the threshold of the gate with a grin on his face. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place, and now he could return to his old companions.

Before he could take another step, he heard a slight buzzing next to his ear. Suddenly all the strength in his body seemed to vanish and he had a nearly overwhelming urge to scratch at a line across the back of his head.

He felt the strike more than he thought possible.

One Hundred and Twenty-Two

oOoOoOo

There had been two armoured guards with halberds hiding behind the door, waiting to slice her into pieces with their weapons. Unfortunately for them, Tenten had sensed their presence, and stabbed through the door with two swords for good measure. She had tried to dislodge the weapons; she hated leaving good steel behind, but the bone mixed in with wood kept them firmly stuck in the door.

She shrugged and pulled the doors open, ignoring the two hanging bodies as she walked into the building.

One Hundred and Twenty-Four

The inside of the building was surprisingly dark, almost suspiciously so by Tenten's reckoning. With a quick flick through a smaller scroll, she activated two seals and two long swords appeared in her hands. This was not a time for her to fight any way other than with her full strength.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark as she made her through the building. For several minutes it seemed like the place was empty, but the ex-Konoha shinobi knew better. She might have walked into the trap in the next room blind, if she hadn't developed a way to sense the latent chakra in other people. It wasn't even a point of consideration for Tenten.

She walked straight into the large room in front of her.

It wasn't until she was in the middle of the room that the lights snapped on and illuminated her bloody visage to the roomful of bandits waiting to ambush her.

"You're pretty dangerous for a little girl."

Tenten ignored the barb and counted how many bandits were in the room around her. She had used her main long ranged attack already, and these bandits appeared both more organised and more cautious than the fools she had slaughtered before.

A red bandana-wearing bandit walked up to her by himself, holding his head up arrogantly as he stopped just before her.

"Now listen here bitch, you can't…"

Tenten flicked her hands and buried both her swords into his throat from a distance.

One Hundred and Twenty-Five

Her smirk dropped when she heard the roars of anguish around it. She knew she had angered them, which was accidental but fortunate in her mind. Since the bandits were now jumping down from their positions and closing in around her with their weapons raised.

Placing her large scroll straight in front of her, Tenten clapped her hands together before flicking the scroll open. This was the majority of the remaining bandits, and since they were in an enclosed space her long range attacks were far less effective.

She decided to resort to mid-range weaponry, which was still perfectly fine for her.

Her first weapon was a short scythe, which was instantly thrown in a boomerang-like fashion before burying itself in the wall to her left. In its path were the decapitated bodies of eight bandits that had been easily sliced apart.

One Hundred and Thirty-Three

She blocked a sword strike with an axe appearing out of her scroll, taking a moment to bat the weapon aside before slicing through his stomach, spilling his guts onto the floor.

One Hundred and Thirty-Four

Normally such brutality would offend Tenten to the point of being sick, but she wasn't looking at the bandits with the same eyes she used to wear. Her mind was surprisingly focused, and she had only one goal in mind.

The death of everyone in this castle. Even if it meant her own life was forfeit.

She buried the axe into another attacker's face and drew her next set of weapons. The bandits were beginning to hesitate attacking her so forcefully, they didn't understand why she was killing them so brutally, most of them didn't even know why she was attacking them.

One Hundred and Thirty-Five

With two quick tosses she leapt up high into the air, guarding her face with her hands. The bandits seemed confused at her movements, but they still stood their ground and waited for her to come down. Unfortunately for them they didn't notice the two small black balls that had landed in their midst. It was a technique Tenten had developed herself, one that seemed wholly appropriate in her current situation. It used up a lot of her stored weaponry, but that didn't bother her. Weapons could be replaced.

While suspended in the air, Tenten pulled out another scroll and bit at her thumb, sliding the blood across the scroll before clapping her hands together. Perfectly on cue, her two weapons shined brightly for a moment before exploding loudly.

Like a grenade, they shot out thousands of shards of metal pieces. Unlike a grenade, their missiles were guided, aiming directly for weak spots and vital organs.

The bandits never stood a chance.

Once the dust cleared, the scroll that Tenten had swiped her blood on dropped to the ground, bouncing twice before landing face up. In a puff of smoke Tenten appeared above the scroll, rubbing her neck sorely. She hated transferring herself into a scroll, but to survive her previous attack it was her only option.

The weapons-user looked around the blood and metal-covered battlefield with a grim look.

One Hundred and Ninety-Eight

oOoOoOo

Tenten breathed out slowly and wrapped up her large scroll, placing it on her back again. She couldn't sense any other life forms in the castle area besides her own. She didn't hide her disappointment, there was one more she needed to kill but if he wasn't here then she would need to begin her search again.

She hadn't been a shinobi for a long time, but the instincts Gai had beaten into her were ingrained into her very being.

It was those instincts that caused her to move herself backwards slightly, saving her from the sword slash that would have cut her face clean off. Instead it merely slashed through her mouth slightly, leaving a short cut that curled her lip up into a forced smirk.

Tenten grimaced and leapt back, her dark eyes immediately noticing the dark red armoured warrior that had attacked her. He seemed entirely displeased with her, despite wearing a clear mask of hatred he appeared to be completely calm.

"So you are the one who slaughtered the bandits. Curious."

Tenten frowned, ignoring the pain in her face as she tried to analyse him for any weaknesses. She instantly realised why she didn't sense him before, it would appear that he didn't have any latent chakra for her to sense.

In his hands was a long sword that was surprisingly thin, almost like paper, but Tenten wasn't fooled. Having been cut by the blade, and being a forgemaster herself, she recognised a quality weapon when she saw one.

She breathed out slowly, doing her best to not swallow the blood seeping down her mouth. Reaching to her back, she threw away her large scroll and pulled out another small one. Faster than the eye could see she threw a shuriken straight at his unarmoured face.

Unsurprisingly the unusual enemy merely moved his head slightly so that the shuriken flew harmlessly past him. Tenten nodded slowly and tried to smirk, but she found her mouth was already stuck in the motion, which felt appropriate. His movements didn't tell her too much about his fighting style, but she knew that if he could dodge at that speed then using projectiles was pointless.

"Feisty one, aren't you? I think I'll present you to the mistress."

Tenten had no interest in conversing with the enemy, he wasn't on her list of targets, yet his association with the bandits was enough to make her want to kill him.

With two taps of an open scroll she unsealed her favourite weapons and placed them on her hands. Protruding from her hands were a set of long bladed gauntlets, pitch-black in colour and seemingly unwieldy, though that was because only Tenten could use them. She fed them a small amount of chakra and the blades lengthened to the size of a long knife, the ex-Konoha shinobi taking up a defensive position.

The armoured enemy cocked his head curiously and placed his sword against his shoulder, "Your stance is good, but you have all that dirty shinobi training behind you. That won't do."

His eyes widened when he saw that she disappeared right in front of him, but his surprise didn't last long. Spinning around he placed up his blade and blocked the twin slashes that were about to slice his head off. A loud metal clang echoed throughout the building, but even before her blow was completed Tenten vanished again.

She knew she couldn't maintain her speed for long, she'd only learnt the taijutsu technique to a certain degree, but if she could get one clean blow in she knew she could kill him. Her blades were the sharpest metal known to the shinobi world, which was a testament to her opponent's blade to be able to sustain her attacks without being sliced apart. They were designed to destroy armour and other weapons after all.

Tenten couldn't see any clear openings, but her chakra was declining rapidly while she maintained the speed technique, so she decided to go on the offensive. She stabbed at the weak point behind his kneecap, but her opponent easily moved out of the way and stabbed at her instantly with his thin blade.

She was barely able to deflect the blow and stab at his face with her free hand, but he switched his grip and slammed an armoured elbow into her face, sending her crashing backwards.

The warrior began to laugh, but didn't get complacent when he saw her recover quickly back onto her feet. He recovered his stance and aimed his sword at her.

Tenten grimaced as she flexed her hands, ignoring the increasing pain in her face. It was clear to her that she wasn't going to win in a war of speed. That meant it had to be a war of skill. And despite herself, Tenten was an expert with any weapon available.

"Ready to fight seriously now?"

Tenten didn't respond to the taunt, taking a moment before diving straight at her enemy.

He sighed and positioned his sword outward. "If you wish to die, I can't fault your decision."

As she ducked and weaved to try and disguise her attack vector, Tenten noticed how he was tracking her movements easily with his blade. For a moment she forgot her bloodlust in awe of the blade, but she replaced fascination with hatred once again as she closed in on her enemy.

His blade seemed to snake between her gauntlets and strike her in the shoulder, but Tenten just took the blow. She slammed both her bladed gauntlets into his grip, using her shoulder to keep the blade steady as she wrenched it out of his hands.

The armoured warrior struggled to hide his surprise at her unexpected method of fighting, but didn't get a chance to retaliate.

Even while grimacing at the agony in her shoulder, Tenten fuelled all the chakra she could spare into her gauntlets, causing her blades to extend rapidly. With a quick slash she drove both her bladed gauntlets straight through the warrior, dividing him into thirds straight down.

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine

She was able to take a step back to avoid most of the blood spray, but her armoured had no trace of black left that wasn't covered in the blood of her enemies.

Tenten cried out in pain as she wrenched the sword from her shoulder, dropping to her knees with heavy breathing as she tried to deal with the pain. It was nowhere near the worst pain she had ever experienced, but it was fairly high on her physical pain threshold.

Holding the blade in her hand, Tenten couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. It was nothing like a shinobi could make, the metal was nothing she had ever seen before.

A few minutes of recovery later and Tenten's eyes widened when she picked up a tiny signal of chakra at the very back of the castle grounds. It was so miniscule she couldn't believe it to be worth her time, but she had resigned herself to a complete job, and even with her rage slowly subsiding she wanted to finish the job.

oOoOoOo

While he might have had a tiny chakra presence, he certainly wasn't a tiny man. The folds of fat around his stomach nearly covered his knees from his seated position.

She slowly began to walk towards him, a short blade held tightly in her hand. Initially he didn't understand who or what she was, but upon seeing her blood soaked form he began to scream out in fear. It wasn't because she had slaughtered her way through his men to get to him, or that she was moving to kill him.

It was the pure hatred in her eyes that told him there was nothing he could do to stop her.

Tenten was the reaper, and his time had come.

He tried to beg and plead for her as each blood step came closer to him, but she didn't relent for a second. Her deceptively smirking face coupled with her rage filled eyes was enough to make him wet himself right in front of her, but even that wasn't enough to stop her.

"I…I don't understand…wha…the…why?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Tenten stopped two feet away from the obese man, keeping the short blade that had cut into her hand earlier held tightly. She had no interest in his reasoning, it changed nothing.

With two flicks of her other hand she pinned both his hands to the stone chair armrests. He screamed out in pain, but after a second his lungs gave out and no more sound could come out.

Tenten took a slow step forward and brandished her short blade, grateful that her face was already smirking. She knew she shouldn't, but she knew that she was going to enjoy this.

Two Hundred

Author's Note:

I did warn you. Badass Tenten.

When I say this is canon, it's true…to an extent. She may not have been so…dark…but this did happen in the story.

Next week will be the third and final chapter in Neji's arc. For now. Then it'll be another Naru/Hina, then onto the other characters. When I said I was doing all of them, I wasn't kidding.

Please review and tell me what you think. I try to reply to each review, and believe me I read them all. Tell me what can be improved, what you liked, what you didn't, everything. I'm a writer so I'm always open to criticism.