Here we go, a brand new story. The last story I did that was directed towards girls seemed pretty well received so I thought I'd try to make a new story with a fun female protagonist. This is me kind of winging it but I do have ideas for this story. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Natsumi the Kunoichi

On the dark night of a new moon, a young woman was sitting at a small table in her traditional Japanese home writing the hardest letter she had ever written, there was so much she had to say and yet so little time and space to write it. She did her best to be brief but clear to her intentions as she wrote. Once she felt she had said what she needed to say, she rolled up the scroll, tied it with thread, and placed it in her futon that had been stuffed with pillows in such a way as to resemble her curvy figure covered with a blanket.

The girl's name was Natsumi Tenryu, she was a young and beautiful kunoichi. She was the daughter of the head of their village and had lived there her entire life. A ninja village located at the base of Mount Fuji, hidden in the shadows of a deep forest. Trained as a kunoichi, she was a master of ninjitsu, acrobatics, stealth, and using twin kodachi. She had long dark hair that reached to the middle of her back and deep dark eyes. Her figure was curvy and toned from being trained as a ninja ever since she was born. Her rather large bust line and cleavage was shown off well by her small adapted violet pink kimono. It was sleeveless with long flaps that went just a little above her knees in the front and back. It was snugly tied by a long blue sash wrapped around her waist tied in to a bow at the small of her back with the ends free floating in the back. Her twin kodachi were sheathed and tied and tucked in to her sash. She wore white tabi socks and zori sandals.

She picked up the small cloth bag she had packed with only what she could carry, then silently slid open the wooden and paper door and stepped out in to the cool night air and shut the door behind her. She took a long look around the village she had come to know and love then looked down to the other end of the house. A single tear ran down her cheek and she felt her resolve waver. "Goodbye father, everyone." She said in a sad shaking voice. She wished so badly to kiss her father goodbye but feared him awakening. Shaking her doubt away, she leapt up one of the nearby buildings with complete silence and grace. She began to run to the end of the village while avoiding any night guards with ease. They expected an intruder, not someone from the inside going out. The moonless night and cloud covered skies made things even darker than usual and aided her leave very much.

Once Natsumi reached the edge of the village she looked back one last time at her childhood home and then turned and began to jump from tree branch to tree branch, leaving the village far behind her forever. Natsumi loved her clan and village very much; however she felt that the life of a kunoichi was not for her. She had always wished to explore and see the regular world, to live the life of a normal girl. That was the reason that she had decided to leave everything she knew. She hoped to reach the city she had heard about known as Tokyo by dawn. If she could get there, the most densely populated city in all of Japan then she figured she would never be found. To leave one's village was one of the very worst crimes in the ninja world and was usually punished by death. She didn't think her father would do that to her, but regardless she did not want to be brought back. She wanted to learn and see the vast world in light of day, not just watch silently from the shadows. A few hours later, Natsumi looked at the run rise over the Tokyo skyline for the first time in her life. It amazed her.

That morning, Natsumi's father, Genma Tenryu sat in the house having his morning tea as he sat at the table of the main room. He noticed that his daughter was not there. He waited for a few moments then slowly rose to his feet and walked towards her room. Natsumi was not known for sleeping in so he wondered if she had come down with an illness during the night. He slid open the door and saw the figure lying in the futon. He called her name but when he got no response he walked over and realized she was gone. His eyes widened as he saw the scroll. He feared she had been kidnapped in the night by an enemy village. He quickly opened and began reading. After the first line his eyes showed nothing less than complete shock. He clinched the scroll in his hands and rushed out and summoned for one of the villagers.

A few minutes later, a young ninja who was Natsumi's age was bowing before the village chief, "You wished to see me, Lord Genma?" He asked as he raised his head. The young ninja's name was Sora. He wore traditional black shinobi clothing aside from a hood and face mask. He had medium length black hair with some bangs hanging on the sides of his face and light green eyes. He and Natsumi had been raised together and were good friends as children. Just like Natsumi, he had become a master in nearly all of the ninja arts and surpassed her in many of them. His main weapon was a Ninjato that he wore sheathed on his back but was also deadly with shuriken and kunai as well. He was considered the most promising young ninja in the village, yet he was humble.

"Yes Sora, first though I want to be clear. What I am about to say must not go beyond this room. I forbid you from speaking of this to anyone. Are we clear?" Genma asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, I understand completely." Sora said with a nod and waited, he figured he was getting sent on a mission and was mentally preparing himself for anything possible.

"Natsumi left the village last night and is not coming back. Apparently she wishes to live the life of a normal person." Genma told the young man.

Sora's eyes widened when he heard the news. "What! Lady Natsumi is gone?" He asked. Sora could not believe that Natsumi who loved the village and their people with such affection would ever leave. He did know that Natsumi did always talk about a desire to do normal things though.

"Yes, she is gone. Sora, you have become a fine young ninja and I have no doubt that you will continue to bring more honor to our village. You are also a good tracker plus you know my daughter very well." Genma commented.

"I see, so you wish for me to track her down and bring her back to the village?" Sora asked him.

Genma's face became grim and he shook his head. "No Sora, I wish for you to track her down and do what must be done. She knows the secrets of our village and our secret techniques. That makes her a threat to us if enemy villages or worse were ever to capture her. You must find her and kill her Sora. Do you understand?" He asked in the most serious of tones.

The village chief's words shocked Sora as if a thousand needles were stuck in to him at once. He looked down at the tatami mats on the floor for a few moments and remained silent. He closed his eyes and then opened them with a determined look in his eyes. The look of a shinobi, of an assassin. He looked up at Genma and said in a clear cold voice. "Understood Lord Genma."

Genma gave the young shinobi a nod and with that Sora was off to track Natsumi down. He went out to the forest and searched for anything at all, trying to pick of the still fresh trail. He then noticed a tiny branch of a tree that was broken and hanging off the larger branch. He leapt up to the tree and noticed a faint familiar scent lingering in the air. He closed his eyes and focused on the smell. He then smirked as he recognized it. Natsumi was truly a girl of habits; she always wore the same perfume and that was what he smelled. He focused his trained senses on the smell of the perfume and began to follow it as well as seeing a few more physical cues. As he raced through the forest at top speeds, he had the same determined look on his face the entire time. "I'm coming for you Natsumi." He said to himself.

Well that's all for now, please tell me what you all think and since almost anything could happen in this story, I'd love to hear what some people would like to see happen.