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asaelI... don't really like this. But I never like anything I write, so maybe I should stop saying that and you can just assume it instead! Yeah. And once again, I am almost late on these. Even though I wrote half of this around the middle of February. Curse you, school. Curse you even more, wisdom teeth removal!
Anyway, I also wanted to pimp the truly excellent fic I received for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
their_white_day. It is called Crossing the Desert and it is pretty much the best thing in the world. Even if you don't like Tezuka/Fuji, go read. I command it.
Naruto
Zabuza/Haku
written for30_kisses, theme 28: Wada Calcium CD3 (and themes like that are why I wrote an AU!)
Second part of the unnamed AU, first is here.
Haku woke up every morning, dressed himself in the uniform of his exclusive private school, and made breakfast. He made enough for both himself and Zabuza, and while Zabuza rarely ate with him, the food was always gone by the time Haku got home. So Haku would continue cooking for two.
He ate alone, sipping fruit juice and swallowing the vitamins he took each morning. His homework was done, finished last night. He always turned it in on time, and his teachers seemed to appreciate that. He was a good student. He didn't have any friends, but he had no enemies, either - the other students left him alone, polite but wary, leaving him out of their typical games of who kissed whom and what she had said to him the other night. Haku didn't particularly care. He was certain most people his age would not understand him at all, and that wasn't simply the typical teenage angst speaking.
When he was ready, Zabuza drove him to school. The other man was not a very good companion in the morning, so Haku usually stayed silent, and they finished their journey with few words spoken. They reached the school and Haku climbed out, saying farewell to Zabuza and wishing him a good day. Zabuza had been living as his guardian for a month now, and Haku still hardly knew him at all. They were polite to each other (actually, Haku was polite to Zabuza, but he had realized quickly that politeness was not one of Zabuza's best qualities), but they didn't really talk.
Even so, there was something about Zabuza that made Haku comfortable in his presence. He didn't feel any real need to speculate on what exactly that was. The important things was that someone in the world felt real to him. He didn't care whether or not Zabuza deserved to be that person.
The schoolday passed quickly. There was a test in Haku's biology class, but he'd studied the night before and had no problem. It was really the only thing of note in his day. Once, in the first week of classes, Haku had been pulled aside and asked to go to the counselor's office, where the middle-aged man there had tried to get him to 'talk'. He'd failed completely in the face of Haku's pleasant attitude and complete acceptance of what had happened, and Haku had never been asked back.
After school, Zabuza picked him up. Sometimes they went straight home and sometimes they didn't. Today, as soon as Haku climbed in the car, Zabuza tersely informed him that he had an errand to run. Haku smiled and nodded. He knew what Zabuza meant when he said that. He was no fool, and had quickly noticed the spots of blood that often appeared on Zabuza's clothing. The man owned more than one gun, and it didn't take a genius to realize that he was far more than a guardian.
Haku assumed that he was taking care of business for Haku's distant uncle. There had always been rumors of underworld connections, and Haku had overheard a conversation or two between his parents. He wasn't surprised by that, either. The dark side of humanity wasn't anything to be surprised about, after all.
Zabuza drove the car to a mostly-empty section of town, all warehouses and abandoned buildings. It was almost a cliche.
He stopped the car and reached into the backseat to retrieve his gun. He never made an attempt to hide his weapons or actions from Haku anymore, not after he had noticed Haku cleaning the blood off his shirts one sunny Saturday morning. Either he didn't care, or he knew Haku didn't.
"Stay here," was all Zabuza said before he left the car. Perfunctory words, and unnecessary. Haku had never moved.
This time, he took too long. Haku waited, growing worried when Zabuza didn't return as quickly as normal. After a time, he opened up the glove compartment and took out the gun he knew Zabuza kept there. The weight felt natural in his hand. Once he'd done that, it was obvious he should climb out of the car and follow Zabuza into the warehouse he had entered.
Haku walked through the darkened building, steps making no noise at all. Eventually, he came upon just the kind of tableau he'd been fearing. Zabuza, on the ground, another man holding a gun trained on him.
No one could be perfect all the time.
Haku smelled the blood in the air before he saw the liquid on the floor. There wasn't enough for it to be a fatal wound, and he was silently thankful for that. He moved closer.
His silent movement was enough to draw the anonymous gunman's attention, and he was raising his gun to the new threat when Haku shot him in the head.
When Haku made his way to Zabuza's side, all his guardian did was look at the gun in his hand and say, "Maybe you're a natural."
Smiling at Zabuza slightly, Haku looked at the other man's body. It didn't frighten him. He was sad, but more for the waste than anything else. He supposed that once you'd killed someone you love, anyone else was just another dead body. When it came to a choice between Zabuza and this man, Haku couldn't regret his decision. Maybe he was a natural, after all.
Haku helped Zabuza to the car, and from there home, where they bandaged his wound.
The next morning, Zabuza began to teach him how to take care of his guns.
Anyway, I also wanted to pimp the truly excellent fic I received for
their_white_day. It is called Crossing the Desert and it is pretty much the best thing in the world. Even if you don't like Tezuka/Fuji, go read. I command it.Naruto
Zabuza/Haku
written for
30_kisses, theme 28: Wada Calcium CD3 (and themes like that are why I wrote an AU!)Second part of the unnamed AU, first is here.
Haku woke up every morning, dressed himself in the uniform of his exclusive private school, and made breakfast. He made enough for both himself and Zabuza, and while Zabuza rarely ate with him, the food was always gone by the time Haku got home. So Haku would continue cooking for two.
He ate alone, sipping fruit juice and swallowing the vitamins he took each morning. His homework was done, finished last night. He always turned it in on time, and his teachers seemed to appreciate that. He was a good student. He didn't have any friends, but he had no enemies, either - the other students left him alone, polite but wary, leaving him out of their typical games of who kissed whom and what she had said to him the other night. Haku didn't particularly care. He was certain most people his age would not understand him at all, and that wasn't simply the typical teenage angst speaking.
When he was ready, Zabuza drove him to school. The other man was not a very good companion in the morning, so Haku usually stayed silent, and they finished their journey with few words spoken. They reached the school and Haku climbed out, saying farewell to Zabuza and wishing him a good day. Zabuza had been living as his guardian for a month now, and Haku still hardly knew him at all. They were polite to each other (actually, Haku was polite to Zabuza, but he had realized quickly that politeness was not one of Zabuza's best qualities), but they didn't really talk.
Even so, there was something about Zabuza that made Haku comfortable in his presence. He didn't feel any real need to speculate on what exactly that was. The important things was that someone in the world felt real to him. He didn't care whether or not Zabuza deserved to be that person.
The schoolday passed quickly. There was a test in Haku's biology class, but he'd studied the night before and had no problem. It was really the only thing of note in his day. Once, in the first week of classes, Haku had been pulled aside and asked to go to the counselor's office, where the middle-aged man there had tried to get him to 'talk'. He'd failed completely in the face of Haku's pleasant attitude and complete acceptance of what had happened, and Haku had never been asked back.
After school, Zabuza picked him up. Sometimes they went straight home and sometimes they didn't. Today, as soon as Haku climbed in the car, Zabuza tersely informed him that he had an errand to run. Haku smiled and nodded. He knew what Zabuza meant when he said that. He was no fool, and had quickly noticed the spots of blood that often appeared on Zabuza's clothing. The man owned more than one gun, and it didn't take a genius to realize that he was far more than a guardian.
Haku assumed that he was taking care of business for Haku's distant uncle. There had always been rumors of underworld connections, and Haku had overheard a conversation or two between his parents. He wasn't surprised by that, either. The dark side of humanity wasn't anything to be surprised about, after all.
Zabuza drove the car to a mostly-empty section of town, all warehouses and abandoned buildings. It was almost a cliche.
He stopped the car and reached into the backseat to retrieve his gun. He never made an attempt to hide his weapons or actions from Haku anymore, not after he had noticed Haku cleaning the blood off his shirts one sunny Saturday morning. Either he didn't care, or he knew Haku didn't.
"Stay here," was all Zabuza said before he left the car. Perfunctory words, and unnecessary. Haku had never moved.
This time, he took too long. Haku waited, growing worried when Zabuza didn't return as quickly as normal. After a time, he opened up the glove compartment and took out the gun he knew Zabuza kept there. The weight felt natural in his hand. Once he'd done that, it was obvious he should climb out of the car and follow Zabuza into the warehouse he had entered.
Haku walked through the darkened building, steps making no noise at all. Eventually, he came upon just the kind of tableau he'd been fearing. Zabuza, on the ground, another man holding a gun trained on him.
No one could be perfect all the time.
Haku smelled the blood in the air before he saw the liquid on the floor. There wasn't enough for it to be a fatal wound, and he was silently thankful for that. He moved closer.
His silent movement was enough to draw the anonymous gunman's attention, and he was raising his gun to the new threat when Haku shot him in the head.
When Haku made his way to Zabuza's side, all his guardian did was look at the gun in his hand and say, "Maybe you're a natural."
Smiling at Zabuza slightly, Haku looked at the other man's body. It didn't frighten him. He was sad, but more for the waste than anything else. He supposed that once you'd killed someone you love, anyone else was just another dead body. When it came to a choice between Zabuza and this man, Haku couldn't regret his decision. Maybe he was a natural, after all.
Haku helped Zabuza to the car, and from there home, where they bandaged his wound.
The next morning, Zabuza began to teach him how to take care of his guns.
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