If you had to ask Tenten what her most powerful weapon out of the scroll was, it was the katana. Agile, swift; a blade that could cut through anything. If you have to ask Tenten what her quickest weapon, the one which would enable her to strike the fastest, it would be the shuriken. If you had to ask Tenten what weapon would give her the best defense, it would be a smokescreen bomb, or a flash/light bomb.

But if you were to ask what her favourite piece of weaponry was, it was a pair of scissors. You might be thinking: Well, they had a handle and two pairs of blades which will probably cut anything into two between them. Perfect.

But the pair with the blades worn down by age and rust, the plastic blue handle with a single crack down its side and the marker stains were her favourite pair.

It all started back in the days in kindergarten, (if they had one for ninja training that is), when she received it. It was break time, and all the other children were playing around the courtyard. At the sand-pit, a pink-haired girl was currently dumping a bucket of sand onto a dark-haired boy, whilst he looked on with an annoyed expression. A dark purple-haired girl with the oddest of eyes stared with worried eyes at a loud blonde who was currently stuck to a tree, whilst a small boy with a bowler cut ran around it, hollering as he did. At the swings, we see Tenten, who had a pair of small pig-tails and wearing a red dress with a white poofy-sleeved shirt underneath. She readied herself on the swing, balancing her left leg on the seat, struggled some and was just at the verge of making herself comfortable…

When she was pushed off the swing by a boy with the whitest of eyes.

"Hey! That swing was mine!" She retorted, fighting back tears as she dusted the worst of the dirt off her knees.

"…" The boy with a small pony tail stared and just held the same stoic expression.

The bell rang and the kindergarteners happily lined up in twos, holding their partner's hands and waited to go back into the class for their arts and crafts class.

Tenten fumed as she looked down at her left knee and hands. They were black, probably from the dirt when she was pushed off by that stupid boy. Her eyes narrowed at him, who was lining up a few rows before her. She would get her revenge, she plotted evilly. She would get her revenge. Then mustering all the evilness in which a kindergartener could muster, she schemed a diabolical plan.

Today, they were making masks, and that means a lot of glitter, glue, markers, paints and…a pair of scissors. Tenten was charmed by the last, as being kindergarteners, they were never allowed to use scissors unless it was an "especially special ultra special project" in art class. And so, let the battle begin…

She made sure to get a seat right next to the victim.

First step: To draw in your eye holes. That means to let the partner next to you help you make a mark in where your eyes should be, with you putting a mask in front of your face and pointing where they were supposed to be. And so, the boy was first. He placed the paper plate onto his face, and then pointed to where he wanted his left eye to be. Tenten, in response, instead of lightly marking an x, decided to poke the pencil right through the paper.

Let's just say that five minutes later, the boy had a band-aid on his forehead whilst Tenten had a time-out.

After the time out was over, the class had passed the paint stage and had moved onto glitter. Oh bummer. Taking back her place beside the odd-eyed boy, gave an indignant look at the boy and then plotted down on her seat. The boy, however, promptly took the container of gold glitter and dumped the whole thing onto her head.

The current score was Tenten 1, Boy 1. One win each, One time-out each.

By the time the class had moved onto sticking feathers, the boy came back. He just gave the coldest stare a 4 year old could muster and then plotted down next to her. Tenten smirked in reply. 5 minutes later, both were plastering glue and feathers onto each other.

Both had a timeout. Tenten 2, Boy 2. Let's say a draw. This time, time-out was for 15 minutes.

The kindergarten teacher, looking at their small backs as they crouched at opposite corners of the room, felt a certain degree of pity. They did deserve a second chance right? With a call of "Tenten!" and "Neji!", both kindergarteners smiled happily to her, admist the glitter and feathers and a bandaid. Given that they should at least get to use the "especially special ultra special project" scissors, and cut their masks out (given that they were practically empty anyway), she plotted them both at the opposite ends of the table. Or at least she tried to. For some strange reason, the both of them stared at each other with murdering looks and belted other children off seats until they were sitting next each other again. Could this be young love? The teacher thought. Nevertheless, she smiled and placed a pair of scissors with a blue handle between them.

Great. They were supposed to SHARE.

The boy grabbed it first, Tenten sulked in reply. As she waited in her seat, she made the most embarrassing farting sounds and directed them all to the boy sitting next to her. The boy's eyes narrowed.

He reached out.

And then cut off one of her pig-tails. (SO much for the gentleman he was supposed to be).

Tenten shrieked, snatched the pair of scissors and then cut off his pony tail.

Oh god. She did not just do that.

The boy just simply took the pair out of her grasp and cut the pony-tail at the other side.

This time, the boy and the girl was sent to crouch in their own corners of the room (as if they were getting familiar with it), and to miss out on the campfire party in which the rest of kindergarteners danced around in their masks.

Oh, and did I mention that it was photo day?