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Haku X Zabuza

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Note: I am NOT the author of this story! Don't even get it into your head that I am. My friend Oro-sensei wrote this story for me as a gift. Once again she wrote this. If I ever claimed to have written this I would end up dead, or sued...don't know which is worse...enjoy my Sensei's awesomeness!!

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"Haku."

Brown eyes lifted at the sound of his master's voice. In the time they had been together he'd memorized every tone and implication that Zabuza's voice could hold. He stood slowly and glided silently over to the bed where his master lay. Even laying down Zabuza was a intimidating man, but that impression was brocken when a tanned hand ghosted over his face.

"Yes Zabuza-danna?"

The smile was evident through the bandages on the lower part of his face. The hand became a warm weight on the base of his skull, gently pressing him to settle closer to the rogue nin. Out of habit, Haku thought of the many ways the older man could kill him, including snapping his neck. Yet he obiliged, laying alongside his master's warm body. This time, both tanned hands ghosted over the young prodigy's face, memorizing the details. Haku was confused, but he said nothing as one hand threaded itself into his dark hair and the other strayed to his shoulder.

"Haku means white."

The sound of Zabuza's pensive tone snapped the boy out of his almost dozing state,

"Yes."

The hand that lingered on his shoulder slipped beneath the layered kimono to ghost over his fragile collarbone.

"And Haku is my tool to use."

A shiver passed through the boy.

"Yes."

The kimono was pushed down off the pale shoulder, but stopped at the elbow. Calloused fingers traced spiralling patterns over the slightly muscled abdomen, and his other hand massaged the boy's neck.

"And Haku will follow any orders that are given."

The hand brushed the gentle curve of his hip.

"Y-yes..."

"Good."

Then, Zabuza's lips were on his and he was submissively kissing back. It was not gentle, but demanding and Haku was happy to give in. Hands tore away the bothersome layers of fabric, yet roamed with surprising gentleness over the body beneath. A sense of uncertainy loomed in the boy's mind when his master sat back and observed him with a look of warmth.

"Zabuza-danna, is something wrong?"

His master was almost never a gentle lover, but Haku never objected to these intimat times.

"If I die first I want you to get away from here."

Haku felt a cold paralysis work itself through his system,

"Nani?!"

"You heard me, Haku."

He sat up, long hair whispering in loving tongues as it brushed over Zabuza's arms as pale hands cupped the man's face.

"If you die, Zabuza-danna, I'll die with you."

Haku lent forward to kiss him, but the older man drew back.

"That was an order, Haku."

The boy's lips met his forcefully and he almost didn't hear the reply,

"Then that will be the one order I'll have to disobey."

The hours passed in one bliss after another, neither thinking of what was going to happen, or what could happen with the breaking dawn.

--fin--