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Zabuza/Haku
PG
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30_kisses, theme #19: red
Haku is the one who always washes their clothes. They travel constantly, and so when it's necessary, he simply finds the nearest body of fresh water and does what he can. This isn't difficult. Haku has a way with water.
He always does this not long after they've gone on a mission for someone- whoever it is this time, it doesn't really matter. After all, it would be bad if he let the stains set. Haku and Zabuza don't have enough money to be constantly buying new clothing, so Haku keeps their things in as good condition as he can. He's a good hand at sewing, as well.
Today, Haku is lost in thought, gazing at the water of the stream as it flows past. He is alert, of course, in the way that he always is, but just for a moment he lets his mind wander. There is a thin ribbon of red in the water, blood being washed off his clothing. His eyes follow it, watching as it disappears, absorbed into the water.
His mind plays with metaphors, finding deeper meaning in something he sees all the time. Haku rarely questions his current path. He is doing what he wishes to do, living to fulfill Zabuza's dream, but for a moment he wonders if this is where he is supposed to be. Pressing his fingers lightly to the surface of the stream, Haku feels the flow of the water and considers the flow of his life.
There is a snap behind him. Zabuza has stepped on a twig. No doubt it was deliberate, to warn Haku of his approach. Haku straightens, mind focusing on the here and now. He smiles at Zabuza, who of course doesn't smile back. He only glances at Haku and picks up his own clothes, already washed and nearly dry. He looks them over and nods once, then turns to leave again.
Haku begins to turn back to the stream, when Zabuza pauses. He looks back at Haku. Reaching out, callused fingers brush against Haku's cheek, and come away with dried blood on the tips.
"Wash yourself, too," is all Zabuza says before walking away.
Haku smiles softly to himself as he turns back to the stream. He knows exactly where he belongs.
Zabuza/Haku
PG
Written for
30_kisses, theme #19: redHaku is the one who always washes their clothes. They travel constantly, and so when it's necessary, he simply finds the nearest body of fresh water and does what he can. This isn't difficult. Haku has a way with water.
He always does this not long after they've gone on a mission for someone- whoever it is this time, it doesn't really matter. After all, it would be bad if he let the stains set. Haku and Zabuza don't have enough money to be constantly buying new clothing, so Haku keeps their things in as good condition as he can. He's a good hand at sewing, as well.
Today, Haku is lost in thought, gazing at the water of the stream as it flows past. He is alert, of course, in the way that he always is, but just for a moment he lets his mind wander. There is a thin ribbon of red in the water, blood being washed off his clothing. His eyes follow it, watching as it disappears, absorbed into the water.
His mind plays with metaphors, finding deeper meaning in something he sees all the time. Haku rarely questions his current path. He is doing what he wishes to do, living to fulfill Zabuza's dream, but for a moment he wonders if this is where he is supposed to be. Pressing his fingers lightly to the surface of the stream, Haku feels the flow of the water and considers the flow of his life.
There is a snap behind him. Zabuza has stepped on a twig. No doubt it was deliberate, to warn Haku of his approach. Haku straightens, mind focusing on the here and now. He smiles at Zabuza, who of course doesn't smile back. He only glances at Haku and picks up his own clothes, already washed and nearly dry. He looks them over and nods once, then turns to leave again.
Haku begins to turn back to the stream, when Zabuza pauses. He looks back at Haku. Reaching out, callused fingers brush against Haku's cheek, and come away with dried blood on the tips.
"Wash yourself, too," is all Zabuza says before walking away.
Haku smiles softly to himself as he turns back to the stream. He knows exactly where he belongs.
