Disclaimer: I hold no…blah, blah, rights, blah, blah, blah, naruto.

A/N: second drabble…very quick I have to say. I'm amazed I updated this early. Anyhoo…

I'm pretty sure the pairing in this is pretty obvious. Who else could it be?


Acceptance

She was late.

It didn't happen to often, but there were those rare times when something would hold her up and she'd come bursting into the clearing where he was waiting 20 minutes late with that apologetic look plastered on her face. And then she'd work extra hard that day to make up for it, not that she didn't work hard every day, of course.

He'd memorized nearly all of her mannerisms by now, the way her eyes lit up whenever she was able to trick him into lowering his defenses just for a moment, or the way she pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows whenever she was thinking about an exceedingly difficult problem.

It was cute. Not that he'd ever admit it of course.

But the best part would always be watching her practice her weapons, watching her glide through the air, fluidly hitting her mark every single time. She had amazing marksmanship.

He was willing to admit that to her at least.

And he knew that those weird flutterings that appeared in his stomach whenever he looked at her meant something, though he was clearly too stoic to ever acknowledge them fully. Doesn't mean that he didn't know what they meant though.

He still wasn't quite sure whether to admit that to her or not.


Review please. Any comments on how to improve my writing?