Woah..I'm finally starting a new chaptered fic…

"Raikage-sama, you summoned me?" a 10-year old Tenten asked as she entered the room. A red-haired man was sitting behind a huge desk. He put down his pen and looked down at the young brunette in front of him.

He looked at her with kindly eyes, filled with parental love. She was the best in his village, one of the elite ANBU captains. But also the youngest. Personally, he felt she was far too young to be going around killing missing-nin on A-class missions every week, and instead should be mixing around with kids her own age. But she was one with a stubborn streak, and refused to be "going around clearing rubbish on lame D-ranks".

Her father was the legendary Blue Boar, the one who had single-handedly defeated the entire Rain army. Her mother was a great medic-nin, and she was rivalled by few in the ninja states.

The Raikage supposed she was shadowed by their achievements, and that she was angered by grief. That, most probably, was what motivated her to train round the clock and concentrate so hard on perfecting her shinobi skills. Both were killed the year she was born, when her mother was still weak from her pregnancy, unable to treat, and her father hurt by a poison wound. Then, they were attacked by several summoned ninja-wolves and a dozen Grass Jounin.

His lips parted as he spoke: "Ah, yes. Tenten. Sit down. I know you have just come in from an extremely gruelling mission, but rest assured the next one will not be as tiring." He watched her chocolate eyes sparkle with interest, and continued on.

"Now Tenten, I know you have not attended courtesan lessons, but this mission requires a skilled kunoichi of your age. You are the youngest ninja here above Jounin rank, Tenten." The girl's face went through a series of emotions, from interest to shock to modesty.

"This mission will last around 15 to 20 years, Tenten-" he was interrupted with the sound of sputtering. "25 years? I apologise, Raikage-sama, but this mission might be too long for me. I speciali-" This time, Tenten was cut off with a wave of her superior's hand. "I'm afraid, however, that you will be forced to take this mission. As I've said, you are the only ninja we have that is younger than 12 years old AND above Jounin rank. Yes, yes, I know. This is a long mission, but inevitably you will have to accept it."

The bun-haired girl nodded her head glumly. "All right then. Let's hear about it."

"Your task is to attend the Academy in Konoha, but you must hold back your abilities to absolutely nothing. Your target, Hyuuga Neji, is currently studying there. He is the same age as you are. You will attend classes with him, and you are to befriend him. Arrangements have been made to make sure several other Lightning ninjas will enter Konoha society to ensure the mission's success. When you graduate, you will be put into his team. From there, I want you to slowly improve your skills to impress him, but not intimidate him. Do what you can to get close to him, for, when you all reach around the age of 25 it will be time to make preparations for you to complete the final objective. Kill him. He himself flinched very slightly, but the girl didn't even move a muscle. Now, if it had been any other ANBU, he would not have been feeling so bad. It was her age that caused him to feel that her heart should not be tainted with killing so early in her life. She, however, was the genius ninja who had been killing since she was seven.

"You will send weekly reports, Tenten. Here, this is the mission briefing. I have already talked about everything that is inside, but this is just if you need to refresh your memory. Also, prepare to leave in two weeks time." Tenten nodded curtly and left the room.

Many people, genin, chuunin, jounin, ANBU, or civilians, bowed to her respectfully. She nodded her head in return. She was acknowledged and recognised in her village. She was only 10, and already an ANBU captain. Kids her age were most probably just learning basic taijutsu in school.

She returned to her spacious house, and changed out of her ANBU uniform and into something else. Filling her stomach with nothing but an apple, she went immediately to the basement, where the dojo was located. There hung many different kinds of weapons, most of which belonged to her late father. This was still his house, and many of his old possessions were sill around.

She grabbed a katana and began practicing her sword style. It was fast and speedy, and to untrained eyes, she was nothing but a blur. The ANBU she headed had already begun discussing among themselves about a new name for her. Finally she stopped, and several beads of sweat could be seen rolling down the side of her head. After resting for a minute, she took a different weapon, the wakizashi, and started a different routine.

Hmm...a new plot…hope you guys like it!