''It was the way she did things, that made her special from all the others''
He watched her, sometimes. At first, it was mere curiosity and the overwhelming urge to do something. He was released from the hospital but Kakashi made it clear, in his own subtle and barely visible way that should he train or do something that took a considerable amount of body effort…the jounin whose hair defied gravity wouldn't feel absolutely any guilt in shoving all the useless D-rank missions on his back. Remaining a genin was unacceptable in his eyes and he wasn't about to test Kakashi's skills. That man, Sasuke learned, had a habit of knowing things that left you with a sense of paranoia and awe, but mostly paranoia and the need to look over your shoulder every few minutes, expecting to be watched. All doubts that he may have had about their sensei being a useless shinobi in the beginning were long pushed into the dust.
However, Kakashi never said anything about observing, which was what he was currently doing at the moment. It was the closest thing that he could do as training besides reading scrolls with new jutsus and only getting frustrated that he couldn't apply anything that he had spent his time memorizing. Why her of all people, he didn't know. Few people, as far as he was concerned, could ever hope to…impress him and it was those who weren't even trying to earn his praise that ended up getting it.
Sasuke was focused with his back leaning against a tree, concentrating on her moves, on the way her hands let each kunai fly and the way they always hit the bull's eye, unperturbed by the wind or any other natural interference.
He soon realized with mild amusement that he was concentrating harder than she was, when it fact it was supposed to be the other way around. Sometimes, as if she knew he was watching, she'd close her eyes and fire her weapons towards the trees, where he was standing. It was almost like she tested his bravery and as that thought came to him, his pride reacted and didn't come to that particular training spot for a week.
When he did again, upon closer analysis, Sasuke realized that it wasn't his pride or ego that fuelled her actions, but curiosity. She wanted to know how much of her alone training schedules had he watched and if those were enough for him to trust her throwing her arsenal in his direction with her eyes closed.
If push came to shove, he could easily dodge, or at least that's what he told himself because that theory never got to be tested.
She never missed her target and if all the kunai and shuriken went past him like he was some sort of disease, it was not because of luck. He was never the target of her attacks and unless one day she decided to change her trajectory, he was free to watch.
Sasuke stood unblinking with his hands in his pockets, looking at her serene expression as she closed her eyes and launched her arsenal. Tenten trusted her weapons and he trusted her skills.
A\N: I don't know where I am going with these but I like the idea of Sasuke and Tenten despite the fact that I am a NejiTen shipper. I think this story will contain one-shots about moments between them. They are inclined towards romance, but not the cheesy kind since they are pretty serious and levelheaded characters not to mention, shinobi. I just hope Sasuke wasn't too OOC.