Hello everyone, sorry for the long wait. After wrestling with my muse I have decided to rewrite the story starting at a different point in my kunoichi's life. Don't worry if you liked my previous chapters, they will come back as character flashbacks.

I hope you all enjoy the new Rogue Kunoichi!

Dark eyes peered over the rim of her glass as the kunoichi scanned the dark room. The world was a dangerous place and the tavern she was in was no exception. Drunkards swayed between the chairs in a weaving dance while thugs glowered at all who passed. Thick scars, missing eyes or limbs, colorful tattoos, and ragged clothes decorated all of the Lonely Dove's patrons. The kunoichi was no exception to this; her clothes were worn and ragged, her sleeves a series of long slits held together by mere threads and her dusty pants were stained with mud and less pleasant things. Her sandals were ready to fall apart at the seams and all of her gear showed that it had been well worn. But what caught most of her fellow customer's eyes were the thick scars that peeked over her thin shoulders through her shirt. Those who had already been in the bar when she had entered had noticed that those scars trailed down her back, where they were joined by many others. All in all, it was time to find a bounty and get new clothes.

The kunoichi watched the others as they watched her, all scanning faces for recognizable marks and calculating risks versus rewards as they flipped through memorized pages of the Bingo books. Yet no one would find her face in their book for no one person saw the same face. To one man she was a pretty blond with dark green eyes, to a squat woman in the back she was a fiery red head with slashes across her cheeks. It was well worth the extra chakra to not let others see ones true face. She was a kunoichi of no name, no village, no family, no loyalty to anyone but herself. It was a lonely life but that was the cost she had to pay in order to live. Friends could easily become enemies and the less strings you have tied to your heart the less it will be torn apart by the ugliness that is life. She was torn from her musings by a bar maid placing a foamy brown drink in front of her.

"Compliments of the shaggy haired gent in the back corner," she quipped before bustling off to serve another table. The kunoichi stared at the drink, a 'horny toad', before glancing at the corner where her supposed admirer was. A mass of shaggy white hair caught her eye and she scowled. It was him again. For the past month she had found that every time she went somewhere for food or a decent bed for the night, the man with white hair would show up. And every time he bought her a drink with a suggestive name: horny toad, mint to be, drinking of you, cat's meow, supple serpent, the list went on. She had tried sending the drinks back and had even lobbed a few shuriken at his head, but he kept on following her and she had no idea why. He didn't look like a bounty hunter or hunter nin, he didn't even really look like a credible ninja, but something about him, about the way he looked at her, warned the kunoichi to be careful. Deciding that it was time to go, the kunoichi dropped enough money to pay for her drink on the table and headed to the exit, avoiding meeting the eye of anyone else in the tavern. Unfortunately for her, someone else decided to come in just as she was trying to get out.

"Oi! Watch where you're going scum!" growled the man she had bumped into. The kunoichi bobbed her head and tried to slip past the new group of ninja.

"Where do you think you're going?" One of the men grabbed the collar of her shirt, stopping the kunoichi in her tracks. "You haven't apologized to the boss yet."

"I'm sorry for running into you, now I'll just be on my way…guh" she rasped before being jerked back into the tavern by the goon who had been holding onto her. Her back hit the worn floorboards hard as her head crashed into a table leg, cracking it. The kunoichi growled slightly and jumped back to her feet, one hand edging towards her kunai. The new ninjas just smirked and drew their own kunai, obviously confident that they could overpower the thin girl in rags. Overconfidence could be such a pain in the ass. Before they could take a step towards her, each thug found a foot in his face or an elbow in his ribs, knocking each and every one of them on their backs. The leader of the group struggled to lift himself onto his elbows where he saw the kunoichi standing over them, one hand on her hip and the other holding the latest edition of the Bingo book to her face.

"Well well well, looks like I'm in luck," she drawled, "You are the Rowdy Gang are you not?" She raised an eyebrow at the boss as though daring him to lie to her. He gulped when he saw her pupils narrow into slits like a cat's. This girl isn't normal he thought. "Are you going to stare or are you going to answer the question." He started out of his thoughts and quickly yanked himself to his feet.

"So what if we are?" he sneered while signaling for his men to get up and surround the pesky kunoichi.

"If you are then I'll bring you in alive for your bounty, however if you are not then you must still be worth at least some money but I don't have to worry about keeping you alive." The gang's blood turned cold at these words, at the cold, uncaring way in which she uttered them. Their lives were just numbers in her checkbook, life or death weighed on a scale of worth.

Enraged the thugs charged at the kunoichi, only for her to disappear in a puff of smoke before reappearing in the distance running from the tavern. The thugs tore after her, their bloodlust demanding to be sated as their wounded pride cried for vengeance. The patrons of the Lonely Dove nursed their drinks and silently counted down in their heads until they heard the screams of the Rowdy Gang as they fell into a trap.

The Rogue Kunoichi had struck again.