Hey everyone! So I was thinking earlier, 'What would it be like if Temari was trained by ANBU during her childhood? How would it affect her?' so, this is the result. I may continue this, if enough people like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this. If I did... nevermind. Enjoy the story.

Warning: completely OOC Temari

She remembered when he first slapped her.

Deep inside the heart of Suna, the only sounds one could hear were the sound of metal against metal, skin against skin, and the frustrated yells of a five year old girl. These sounds could be heard throughout the entirety of the village if one listened hard enough, but everyone knew they resonated from the Subaku compound. It had been the same thing for the last two years. The girl stood across from a man, the only man in the village allowed to don the robes of the kazekage, the man whose power held no bounds in the Country of Wind, the man whose blood coursed through her veins. The girl held a longsword in a reverse grip, defending her small body. Her breathing was ragged from the beating she'd sustained, and her sandy blonde hair was matted to her head with sweat, but she didn't dare let her tiredness show, lest she incur the wrath of the man.

"Again." was his single order, and she lunged for what seemed the thousandth time. Before she reached him she reversed her grip on her sword and swung at him horizontally, hoping to deliver a nice gash in his stomach. But he simply stepped back enough that her sword was out of reach. She rushed at him head on, holding her sword above her head. She swung down with so much force, she could have sliced through his smug skull. But he again moved out of her way, the sword assaulting the innocent sand.

"What was that?" the man snarled.

"I'm trying father, I just... Could you not be so serious?"

"You're just not trying hard enough! Do you honestly think the enemy will be as merciful as I have been to you? Until I train that monster to be of use in ten years, you are going to be Suna's primary weapon. Is that clear?" the girl looked down, forcing the tears away. They were a weakness. But her building sadness and disappointment constricted her voice like a snake, and she was unable to respond to him. It was when her head violently snapped to the side and pain registered in her cheek, that she again looked up at the man before her. His face was scrunched up in pure fury, and he held his reddening hand up, ready to strike again. He had slapped her? Sure, he had done many horrible things. Punched her, kicked her, slammed her into furniture, threw her into walls, sliced her delicate skin, you name it. But she had never been slapped, and the new pain brought fresh, unexpected tears to her eyes.

"Are you seriously crying Temari? I have been training you for the past two years, yet you have made little progress. You have been a complete disappointment to me, a disgrace to the family name."

"Father, I am only five!" Temari shouted, holding up five little fingers. "I am not learning because you go too quickly, and I can barely keep up. And when you beat me, I can barely remain conscious!"

"I do not care. Not about you, not about your accursed brothers. My only concern is for Suna. And I will not let her down."

"I don't want to do this anymore. I won't do it." Temari said the only way a stubborn five year old could. The Kazekage sighed, irritation making it almost exaggerated. He snapped and a man appeared from nowhere, his back to Temari, and awaited his orders.

"Hawk, see that girl? I want you to take her and refine her into the greatest non-jinchuuriki weapon Suna has ever seen. Failure will not be tolerated. I will give you 10 years to turn her into what I want, what we need. Go."

Hawk turned, and froze in his place. He couldn't believe it. He was supposed to turn Temari, his five year old heir, into a killing machine?

"My Lord, with all due respect. She is only a child."

"Does it look like I care? If you cannot do this Hawk, I will easily find a replacement for the commander of my ANBU. I do suggest you get started, time is ticking." and the Kazekage disappeared. Hawk sighed and turned back to Temari.

'This is not going to be good.'

She remembered her first kill.

Five years later, it was near midnight in Suna, and the village was covered in a blanket of darkness. Families peacefully slept in their homes, but those few who worked through the night were at least accompanied by blissful silence. A shadowed figure slipped into the village and dashed, no doubt, to the Kazekage's tower, where a multitude of scrolls containing secret information and jutsu was stored. He was met with no resistance and thanked his luck while mocking the sorry security. It took him mere seconds to find the building, the only one that loomed over all the others, and made a quick entrance. He made his way down the halls, disarming and avoiding the countless traps he faced. Room after room was thoroughly checked until he came to a room with two large, wooden doors. A smirk spread across his face as he pushed the doors open, revealing the largest collection of scrolls he'd ever seen. Shelves of scrolls lined every wall, some even stacked against walls for lack of space. The number had to be at least in the hundreds, perhaps even the thousands. No matter, he would get as many scrolls as possible. He removed a burlap sack from his hip and began stuffing the scrolls into them. He was so consumed in his victory that he didn't notice the form standing in the entrance. The light switched on and he jumped up, unsheathing a sword. Now that the light was on, his features were made clear. He had dark brown hair, tied up into a short ponytail. His eyes were green, holding a mix of malicious joy and surprise. More of the latter, however, was present at this point. He wore standard chuunin wear, including the vest, so he was obviously skilled, but not as skilled as the other presence. The only other thing about him was the headband he wore, identifying him as a shinobi of Iwa. The man, on the other hand, was beyond shocked. When his eyes adjusted to the harsh light, the only two things he noted about her were that she was a girl, and a kid.

"Kid, isn't it past your bedtime?" he smirked. Temari said nothing and pulled out her twin longswords.

"You have trespassed in my village, and in this room. As the second-in-command of Suna's ANBU, I sentence you to an immediate execution, ninja of Iwa." Temari declared. The man's face registered shock. Second? The shock gave Temari an opening, and she took it. She ran forward at an incredible speed, putting her swords in an "X" shape and slashing out. The man jumped back, narrowly missing her attack. He realized she had vanished and barely had enough time to turn his head as a small foot connected with his jaw, fracturing it and sending him into the far wall. Temari gave him no chance to recover, sheathing her swords and pounding him with her full might. Blood poured from his broken nose and his groans of pain increased in volume. She pulled her fist back again and prepared to launch it forward when she felt cold blade pierce her skin. The clone hardened and crumbled under her as the new gash in her back sprayed blood. She grunted in pain and stood up, facing her opponent. He expected to find some fear in her face, some part of her body shaking; she was only a little girl! But he found none of those things. He instead found a bit of anger, concealed by contentment, or even excitement. Just what was she? She wove a few handsigns before thrusting her palm toward him. Numerous wind blades attacked the man, cutting through his clothing and drawing blood. The red liquid trickled down his body, much like water down a dam that was ready to burst, and Temari felt she needed to wrap this up. She gripped her swords and rushed toward the man as he tried to escape her, the scrolls forgotten in his haste.

"First mistake: infiltrating this village." she said as she sliced him across his back, giving him a gash identical to hers. "Second: coming into this room." and she fed her chakra into both swords, swiftly crouching and swinging the blades so that the man's legs were divided into three pieces: the upper leg, the lower leg and foot, and the knee. "Third: Meeting me." Temari walked behind the fallen man, who lay on his side, facing away from her. She stabbed her sword into the ground, right in front of his neck. The man had hope. For a split second he thought he would be spared, but the pressure from the child's foot told him otherwise. She pushed at the back of his neck, and he drew closer to the sword. The blade was now on his neck and he could only scream as blood began to run down the sword, pooling on the ground beneath them. Temari pushed harder and blood flowed faster as the sword sunk deeper into the flesh. It wasn't until the sword hit where the jugulars should be that she suddenly kicked the neck with far too much force, decapitating the man and showering herself with his blood.

"Weakling." she spat, turning on her heels and walking out. Whoever found the man next would have to clean it up. She was not doing it. As her adrenaline rush died down, images of the man's body filled her head. She barely made it outside the tower before she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the street. She was grateful for the darkness. When she was reduced to merely dry heaving, she began to take slow, steady breaths to calm her body.

"How pathetic am I? Getting sick over an enemy! It was my first kill, nowhere near my last. This, must never happen again." she growled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The next day, Temari silently stood in front of Hawk as he read over the report.

"Did you kill him Temari?"

"Yes."

"Were you able to gather anything not in this file?"

"No. But if I may Hawk-sama..."

"Continue."

"I suggest you alert the Kazekage, tell him to increase security at night. How could he be so foolish as to not have already taken these precautions? If I wasn't on patrol, he may have escaped with those scrolls. Do I have any more assignments?"

"Not as of now. Go relax."

"Relax...? That concept seems so foreign to me now. If you need me, I'll be training." and Temari left. Hawk sat back in his chair and released a heavy sigh.

She remembered first receiving her weasel-shaped mask and summoning contract.

Temari and Hawk stood in front of the Kazekage, waiting for him to speak.

"Hawk, in light of recent events, namely the encounter with the Iwa shinobi, I think it's time for Temari to don her own mask, what do you think?"

"I agree sir. She will soon be sent on missions, and she will not be able to carry them out as an ANBU without one."

"Very well. Temari, what kind of mask would you like?" the kazekage asked, gazing at his daughter. He was content. He nearly had Gaara trained in the usage of his power, and Temari was practically an angel of death. The perfect assassin. Temari silently turned to Hawk, and whispered something in his ear.

"That may not be a problem. My Lord, Temari requests the mask of the weasel. She also, would like it if she could be a wielder of the weasel contract." Hawk said. The girl's father sat in thought for a few long seconds before he sighed. He cleared his throat and a small woman entered the room. She had shoulder length brown hair and wore normal civilian clothing.

"You need something kazekage-sama?"

"Yes. Go and get me the weasel summoning contract, and tell Kiko to get to work on a weasel shaped mask for Temari."

"Of course, my Lord." and the girl made a quick exit.

A few minutes passed in silence before the girl re-entered the room, holding a large scroll. She set it down on the desk and left after bowing. The Kazekage stood and unraveled the scroll, revealing many symbols, as well as the names of past contract holders.

"Temari, bite your thumb and sign here." Temari did as her father said, biting down until blood freely flowed, and quickly signed her name.

"Now, the weasel is a bit different. It doesn't require handsigns to summon it. Only that you combine your blood and wind chakra in some sort of way."

"What if she swipes her blood down her blade and channels her chakra into it?"

"I don't know. Perhaps one of the weasels will know." the kazekage said. But he didn't have much time to think because Temari took her bloody thumb and swiped it down her blade. She lightly swung it, as to not destroy anything in the office, while channeling her chakra into it. A cloud of smoke later, and a weasel stood atop her blade.

"Great, a new summoner. Oh and a female as well." the weasel said sarcastically. "I am the leader of the weasels, Kamatari. Now, what makes you think you can handle us? And I hope you don't sprout some crap like 'we can get along', 'cause it won't work."

"I'm not one to underestimate anyone. I know your strengths, that's why I asked to sign your contract. Your techniques compliment mine, and I don't plan on letting you go. As long as you listen to me, we'll get along just fine. I have no need for petty friendships either."

"Oh? And why would we listen to the likes of you?" Kamatari asked, genuinely amused. Temari said nothing. She simply let killing intent roll off her body in waves, suffocating the room. Kamatari froze at the feeling and found he couldn't move. He just knew he was going to feel great pain. But it didn't come, and it was several seconds before he realized the killing intent was gone. Kamatari opened his eyes and looked into the dull emerald ones of the girl.

"Now, have I proved myself?"

"Heh. You are certainly powerful. I like your guts kid. I'll stick around. But the moment you fail us, we're gone."

"You don't have to worry. Failure is not an option for me." Temari said. Kamatari smirked before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Two days later found Temari and Hawk in the kazekage's office again. A mask shaped like the face of a weasel lay on the desk, and Hawk retrieved it. Kamatari lay across Temari's shoulders, napping. Temari had trained almost endlessly those past two days, creating combination attacks with the weasel. As a result, the two had grown closer.

"Is it to your liking?" the kazekage asked as Temari looked at it.

"As long as it fits and obscures my face from the enemy, it will do." Hawk placed the mask over her face, adjusting the strap at the back of it.

"Now that you have a mask, you will no longer be known as Temari when wearing it. You will be known as Weasel. Understood?"

"My name matters not. As long as I can carry out my missions." Weasel said, turning to leave.

She remembered her first time seeing a comrade die, and feeling nothing.

It was on a mission, although looking back, one could call it a mini war. The newly appointed ANBU commander, Weasel, led a force of about two dozen of Suna's ANBU to push back some suspicious Iwa troops who'd been inching closer to their land, and they were met with about the same force. Weasel had taken on the Iwa ANBU captain by herself. His mask was in the shape of a black cat's face, his oddly yellow eyes seen through the slits. Weasel quickly deduced that he was Panther, a man renowned for his skill throughout all ANBU organizations. He needed to be dealt with, swiftly. His attacks mainly focused on slow, yet powerful earth techniques. So as he rushed her, her swift wind style techniques and small body diminished any hope he had of defeating her. She jumped over his sword as he attempted to cleave her head off and kicked him in the face. It didn't move him back as much as she would've liked, but the damage was still dealt. He wove a few handsigns together and grabbed the ground in front of him. He threw a large chunk of Earth up in front of him and punched it with a chakra imbued fist, sending jagged rock fragments at the girl. She threw her swords down, stepping on each as she used her wind chakra to lift herself in the air, her normal chakra to keep her feet planted on the blades. The rocks harmlessly passed by underneath, and Weasel decided it was her turn. Bending down, she grabbed the swords and began her descent toward the ground, spinning as she did. She channeled chakra into the swords and her speed increased. She hit the ground with the force of a meteor, the shockwave having sent her opponent flying back. She chased him, gaining altitude before coming down on his chest with an axe kick. The wind was knocked out of him as a result, and again when his back hit the unforgiving soil. He staggered up and wove more handsigns.

"Earth style: earth prison!" he yelled. Weasel found herself trapped in a dome of rocks and soil, and immediately began to analyze it. It had one purpose: to drain chakra. She tried to attack it, but any damage she did was immediately repaired. She could not allow herself to remain here any longer she decided, pulling out a sword. She bit her thumb and swiped it down the tempered steel, channeling her chakra into it before swinging it.

"Hey boss." Kamatari greeted, sitting in front of Temari.

"Kamatari, get me out of here." was the single command. Kamatari nodded and a small scythe appeared from nowhere.

"Brace yourself." and Kamatari attacked. He fired endless wind blades at a single point in the dome, so as it began to repair itself, it was sliced open again. Kamatari didn't let up for even one second, so it was so surprise when a hole big enough was created. "Hurry up! I can't hold this forever!" and Weasel took the chance, leaping through the hole just before it closed up again. She found her target and gripped both swords. His shock at her escape gave her all the time she needed.

"Wind style: cyclone scythe jutsu!" she cried, swinging both swords. The vortex of wind enveloped the other ANBU, shredding him as he floated, unable to defend himself as he had no access to the Earth. She released the technique, kicking him in the back as he came back down and relishing in the brutal snapping sound of his vertebrate. To make sure he was dead, she threw a kunai at the fallen form and walked closer as it was made clear it was the real thing. As she inspected the body for anything of use, she heard the sound of blade piercing skin. But what made this different from the rest was the yell that followed it. She turned to see her second-in-command, a man named Takamaru, when not wearing his wolf mask, fall. She quickly stepped in, blocking the enemy's blade with her own before stabbing him in the chest with her other and feeding her chakra into it, shredding his body apart from the inside. The body slumped on her sword and she merely kicked it away before turning to her fallen comrade.

"W-Weasel-sama... I failed you... I... I..." he gasped, before his body stilled, the life drained out of him. Weasel stood, surveying the body before one word came to her mind. The only word that would come.

"Weakling." the other ANBU witnessed both gruesome events and immediately retreated, leaving the Suna shinobi. They were all silent as Weasel walked away, and they followed their leader.

"You... may bring his body if you wish." she said, having noticed the mood, and four men turned back and retrieved the limp, lifeless man. When they returned, the mood was still somewhat somber amongst the others, but it had lightened somewhat. Weasel felt nothing for the man, but absolutely had to make sure her remaining men kept a strong faith in her. For some reason, death of a comrade shook them, crumpled their morale. So something had to save it. She didn't understand, but she did it.

However,
She remembered no happiness.
No carefree lifestyle.
No friends.
Nothing that evoked a positive emotion in her.
No feeling a positive emotion.
Only hatred.
Only the distant satisfaction of watching her enemies suffer.
Only the desire to bring more and more to crimson stained deaths.

So... What did you think?