A late submission for the Tenten Appreciation Month week 3 :)
I like crackships so here is another which isnt a real crackship I still hope you enjoy! Here ypu have some Itachi and Tenten!
Itachi-Sensei
All his thoughts were up there somehow, they were in a hurry and they confused him sometimes. Deciding how life should go and how he could stay happy was difficult and exhausting. Sometimes he wondered what was going on in his clan. Or what path was the right one – his clan or his duties. Death was always around the corner and could be a consequence for anyone around him. As a child he always questioned the existence of emotions and bonds. What good do they have when they only cause pain and anxiety. Death takes everything away. They say the war is over but Itachi did not feel like it.
Itachi sat on the porch of his home and watched the clouds deep in thoughts. Recently he got promoted to Chuunin. "Itachi. Did you train already?" His father questioned him from inside the house.
"Yes father. My aim is now at 100% and I learned a new ninjutsu.", he answered dutifully with a monotonous voice.
"You should improve your moves not your aim, son."
Fugaku left but came back after a few seconds. He handed his son a book and caressed his hair. "I am proud of you, Itachi. I know becoming a Jounin will be a breeze."
Becoming a Jounin? He didn't even know if it was a good idea to become a Chuunin. Itachi was tired of missions and fighting and killing. His last mission actually had him panic for a second. Knowing that he was supposed to kill people without his sensei around had been terrifying.
"Of course, father.", he murmured and observed the book. It was a book for taijutsu including kunai and shuriken.
Six-year-old Tenten shrieked while running out of the orphanage. "Tenten! Come back and clean this!"
"You are not my mother!", she yelled angry and ran down the streets with a small bag tightly clutched in her hands. In the bag were all her savings. Tenten had been an orphan since she was able to think and that orphanage was disgusting, their educator was an old gruesome hag.
Tenten was young and didn't see much of the world but she knew what she wanted to do later. She wanted to be like the great Tsunade. And when she got into the academy she would get her own money and her own apartment. "It's only a matter of time.", she whispered to herself and ran around the corner to the market. Passing all these stands for vegetables and bread, she ignored her grumbling stomach.
After all the food stands she arrived at the stand she had been observing for a few weeks. The old guy Nagatsuka who sells weapons. There was a line as always. Parents stood in line with their children who were old enough for the academy. Something in her heart clenched but she was a professional in suppressing these kinds of feelings. Panting after the run Tenten got in line and looked in her bag. All the coins must be enough for a kunai set.
Tenten knew in order to become as great as Princess Tsunade she must become a marvelous kunoichi. Since she is still unable to control her chakra and did not know anything about genjutsu it would be better to train herself with weapons first.
Full of excitement she danced on her tiptoes curiously looking over the counter to see all the different weapons. It took some time but after a while it was finally her turn.
The owner of the little weapon shop, old guy Nagatsuka, eyed her with a shrewd gaze. "Can I help you?" he asked without any kindness.
Intimidated Tenten lost her words for a second and her excitement lay heavy in her stomach as anxiety. "I… I…"
"I asked if you needed something, orphan!"
With wide eyes Tentens grip in around her bag got even firmer and her heart cramped. She hated being called an orphan and it didn't matter what she did everybody still knew that she came from an orphanage.
"K-Kunai… please." she stammered with a shaky voice. All she wanted was to become known and acknowledged like princess Tsunade. Why was everybody so mean to her? She didn't do anything wrong.
"Kunai, huh? For what does a child like you need a kunai?" Old guy Nagatsuka leaned over the counter and stared at her. His gaze went her body up and down he looked around but the other people in line were busy with themselves.
"I'm quite sure you did not earn enough money for a single kunai.", he stated with a leery gaze.
"Fumiko-chan!"
Tenten suddenly felt weird and in danger. Whatever old guy Nagatsuka meant right now she was sure that it wasn't good news. Still she had to get her weapons from this stand since it was the cheapest and best-known blacksmith in Konoha.
"Fumiko-chan!"
"How about you come back in the evening and I'll show you some work of mine and you…"
"Fumiko-chan!" Someone grabbed her shoulders hard and jerked her out of her immediate terror. A boy a little older than her smiled worried at her. "I've been calling you.", he said to her.
Tenten was so confused she already regretted leaving the orphanage. The boy who allegedly called her looked at her kindly. He had fair skin and very dark eyes, his black hair went a bit below his shoulder blades. Who was this boy? Why would he mistake her for another girl?
"My… my name…"
"Let me take care of it.", the strange boy whispered in her ear. He regarded the owner of the shop with a dark glare. "I need three kunais and three shurikens."
"Oh really? Do you even have money for these things?"
Tenten watched mesmerized as the boy threw a small bag on the counter. "You can keep the rest." Old guy Nagatsuka peaked into the small bag and scoffed. He turned around and grabbed a box.
"Here you go. Three of each. No shoo along."
The boy took Tenten with one hand and with the other he took the box with new weapons. Die young girl did not know what just happened or why this weird boy dragged her from the market. "Hey… who… who are you?!"
"You should be careful. You are too young to walk alone through the streets."
"Alright but who are you?"
"Nagatsuka is a good blacksmith but… you should buy things from him with a grown up."
"I want to know who you are!"
He gave her the box and smiled at her softly. "No need to know.", he said calmly and poked her forehead with his index and middle finger. With these words he disappeared and left her alone. She hadn't realized that he brought her near the orphanage.
"My name is Tenten!"
Tenten rubbed her forehead for a few days because she always felt his touch. No matter what she did. Kirara, the girl who slept next to her in the orphanage, said she had a crush. However, Tenten was still a little bit afraid of that weird boy. Although he paid for her new weapons he was very mysterious. And rude.
She might be six but she was old enough to walk the streets on her own – she practically lived in these streets.
Deep in her thoughts she walked through the forests. Training didn't go well because her weapons always flew in very different directions. She never hit the tree always everything else.
While walking through the forest the sound of blades caught her attention. Curious as ever Tenten followed the sound and got to hear an exhausted panting too. Crawling through the bushes she reached a clearing where a few targets where positioned. In the middle of the clearing was the weird boy from the market.
He jumped up into the air and threw kunais in a coordination which looked like a dance. He didn't strike all the targets but it was still impressive. "Wow! That was amazing!" His head turned towards her with a knowing gaze but otherwise indifferent.
"What are you doing here?"
She puffed her chest and stemmed her hands on her hips. "I came to train."
The boy nodded and turned his back to her to gather his stray kunais. He stayed quiet while Tenten squirmed at the edge of the clearing.
"Would you tell me your name?" she inquired shyly. She thought quite often about him and always wondered who was so kind to help a stranger – an orphaned girl.
However, he didn't answer. He just got all his kunais together and picked a book up from the ground.
"Hey, would you answer me!", she demanded impatiently.
It was so weird to see that he didn't react at all. He just walked away and waved shortly. Scoffing Tenten stomped her foot on the ground and crossed her arms.
"My name is Itachi Uchiha."
"Nii-san! Will you play with me today?"
"Sorry Sasuke. Maybe tomorrow"
His younger brother pouted a little bit but didn't give up. "Promise me we'll play tomorrow?"
Smiling Itachi poked Sasukes forehead with two fingers. "Promised."
A few days later Itachi realized that he had a visitor again. It was Tenten. Again.
She seemed to be stubborn about him. Well at least she just stood there quietly and watched him train. Itachi didn't know how to react to her or how to treat her. She seemed to be curious about being a shinobi - many orphans are.
"You are not as sneaky as you think you are." He called out to her.
A few seconds later she appeared between the bushes. "Do you need something, Tenten?"
She looked at him with big eyes and a kunai tightly clutched in her fist. Patiently he waited maybe five minutes for her to only whisper one sentence.
"Teach me."