Cupid's Bedtime Stories
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Chapter 13: Kankuro x Tenten
Tenten knew a lot about weapons. If anything with a sharp, pointy end were to be placed in her hand, she could throw it with deadly precision into the center of a target, whether it were moving or not. She was, after all, the weapons expert.
Kankuro knew a lot about weapons. He didn't physically handle them, but he handled his puppets, deadly weapons in their own right, with his chakra. If pressed, he could puppeteer anything, with the same amount of control as if it were one of his puppets. He was, after all, the puppet master.
However, even Tenten had her off days. She understood the frustration of when a kunai flew feet from its intended target. She never blamed the wind, or some other malevolent force. She merely picked up the wayward weapons and tried to correct her mistakes.
However, even Kankuro had his off days. He understood the frustration of chakra strings suddenly unraveling, or moving the puppet in a different way than he had expected. He never blamed the puppet, or some other malevolent force. He just re-forged the chakra string and tried to correct his mistakes.
Tenten knew it would not be a good idea for her and Kankuro to team – they were both long distance fighters, and they needed a melee fighter to guard them.
Kankuro knew it would not be a good idea for her and Tenten to team – he was curious about her, and she was curious about him, and in his experience, that kind of tension within a cell was enough to tear it apart.
But they teamed up anyway, if only for one mission. And, perhaps, that was the worst – and best – decision they had ever made.
It was the best decision Tenten had ever made because she knew she would always remember her first kiss, hiding from missing-nin in a narrow cave, so narrow that she and Kankuro were almost on top of each other.
It was the best decision Kankuro had ever made because he knew he would always remember his first kiss, painfully shy but eager, brief out of necessity but somehow hours long.
It was the worst decision they had ever made because it hurt so much to see the far away silhouette of the one they loved going back home.