30 kisses again: The Job
May. 17th, 2007 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asaelI think I actually know where this is going now. I just need a name for it, which is always the hardest part for me. Also, it's funny that I get way more fic writing done when I have other things I really SHOULD be writing. 10-15 page essay due? Bah! I'll write a fic instead!
I'm the best student ever.
Naruto
Zabuza/Haku
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30_kisses, theme 14: radio-cassette player
Previous parts of this series are on my journal, I am too lazy to link tonight.
The first job Zabuza took Haku on went perfectly.
It surprised him. He expected to have to hold Haku's hand (metaphorically), show him where to go and what to do. Instead, Haku silently observed him and followed his lead from that. It was necessary for him to kill another man, but while Zabuza observed a flash of what looked like remorse on the boy's face, it didn't stop him.
He wondered if Haku was justifying it to himself, saying these people were evil and didn't deserve any better. But that didn't seem like something Haku would do, and Zabuza's mind discarded that option completely when Haku looked at him after everything was over.
In the boy's eyes, Zabuza couldn't help seeing the wish for some kind of approval. He told himself that really, he didn't know this boy, Haku could be thinking anything. Surely he couldn't want approval from someone like Zabuza. Despite Haku's natural abilities, he was strangely pure.
Still, Zabuza nodded at him slightly, and Haku smiled. It was a beautiful smile. Zabuza turned away and walked back to the car they'd come in. At that moment, Haku's smile wasn't something he wanted to see.
The next morning, Zabuza looked over the newspaper as he ate breakfast - eggs and toast, prepared by Haku, as usual. There was nothing about what they'd done last night, which was good. That was the only reason Zabuza bought the paper. He couldn't care less how gas prices were rising or which celebrity was in town, but he always doublechecked to make sure his tracks had been covered.
He glanced up briefly as music began to play. Haku usually did the chores silently, but apparently he'd decided to turn on the radio today. Zabuza stood and moved to the balcony, taking a cup of coffee with him and closing the sliding door. He didn't have any desire to listen to a saccharine sweet pop song about someone's first kiss, even if Haku was singing along (rather well, Zabuza noted in the back of his mind).
Zabuza preferred never to regret his actions, and he did not regret introducing Haku to this life. The boy took to it naturally, and while Zabuza had always worked alone in the past, he found it useful to have someone competent watching his back.
Haku was just a boy, though. He acted older and looked at the world through the eyes of someone far beyond his age, but he was still young. Surely if there was a hell, Zabuza was going there for teaching Haku to kill. Not that there weren't plenty of other reasons for Zabuza to go to hell.
More to the point, Haku's uncle and supposed guardian would not be at all pleased if he discovered what Zabuza was doing. He'd be fired at best, disposed of in a particularly bloody manner at worst. Was it worth it?
Maybe for now, it was. Zabuza finished his cup of coffee, listening for a moment to the faint sounds from inside. Haku was a useful asset, especially since by now Haku was more the one looking after him than the other way around. And it didn't have to stay this way forever. Zabuza could use Haku for now, and if he ended up in trouble because of it, it wouldn't be difficult to pack up and leave. Disappearing was easy.
Content with his decision, Zabuza put those thoughts from his head. He could leave with hardly a moment's notice, and it wasn't as if Haku couldn't get by without him.
Zabuza ignored the part of his mind that was beginning to wonder if he could do the same.
I'm the best student ever.
Naruto
Zabuza/Haku
written for
30_kisses, theme 14: radio-cassette playerPrevious parts of this series are on my journal, I am too lazy to link tonight.
The first job Zabuza took Haku on went perfectly.
It surprised him. He expected to have to hold Haku's hand (metaphorically), show him where to go and what to do. Instead, Haku silently observed him and followed his lead from that. It was necessary for him to kill another man, but while Zabuza observed a flash of what looked like remorse on the boy's face, it didn't stop him.
He wondered if Haku was justifying it to himself, saying these people were evil and didn't deserve any better. But that didn't seem like something Haku would do, and Zabuza's mind discarded that option completely when Haku looked at him after everything was over.
In the boy's eyes, Zabuza couldn't help seeing the wish for some kind of approval. He told himself that really, he didn't know this boy, Haku could be thinking anything. Surely he couldn't want approval from someone like Zabuza. Despite Haku's natural abilities, he was strangely pure.
Still, Zabuza nodded at him slightly, and Haku smiled. It was a beautiful smile. Zabuza turned away and walked back to the car they'd come in. At that moment, Haku's smile wasn't something he wanted to see.
The next morning, Zabuza looked over the newspaper as he ate breakfast - eggs and toast, prepared by Haku, as usual. There was nothing about what they'd done last night, which was good. That was the only reason Zabuza bought the paper. He couldn't care less how gas prices were rising or which celebrity was in town, but he always doublechecked to make sure his tracks had been covered.
He glanced up briefly as music began to play. Haku usually did the chores silently, but apparently he'd decided to turn on the radio today. Zabuza stood and moved to the balcony, taking a cup of coffee with him and closing the sliding door. He didn't have any desire to listen to a saccharine sweet pop song about someone's first kiss, even if Haku was singing along (rather well, Zabuza noted in the back of his mind).
Zabuza preferred never to regret his actions, and he did not regret introducing Haku to this life. The boy took to it naturally, and while Zabuza had always worked alone in the past, he found it useful to have someone competent watching his back.
Haku was just a boy, though. He acted older and looked at the world through the eyes of someone far beyond his age, but he was still young. Surely if there was a hell, Zabuza was going there for teaching Haku to kill. Not that there weren't plenty of other reasons for Zabuza to go to hell.
More to the point, Haku's uncle and supposed guardian would not be at all pleased if he discovered what Zabuza was doing. He'd be fired at best, disposed of in a particularly bloody manner at worst. Was it worth it?
Maybe for now, it was. Zabuza finished his cup of coffee, listening for a moment to the faint sounds from inside. Haku was a useful asset, especially since by now Haku was more the one looking after him than the other way around. And it didn't have to stay this way forever. Zabuza could use Haku for now, and if he ended up in trouble because of it, it wouldn't be difficult to pack up and leave. Disappearing was easy.
Content with his decision, Zabuza put those thoughts from his head. He could leave with hardly a moment's notice, and it wasn't as if Haku couldn't get by without him.
Zabuza ignored the part of his mind that was beginning to wonder if he could do the same.
