Title: The Dead
Rating: G
Pairing: HakuChouji
Warnings: Yaoi. Crack like you would not believe.
Disclaimer: I no own.
Summary: I lay all the blame for this at my friend Ckret's feet. May she glory in it.
Chouji walked slowly down the path to the Wave village, fiddling with the zipper on his chuunin vest. He stayed alert for any enemy nin or unwanted guests, even as he kept his eyes peeled for the small memorial his friends had erected for their first casualties.
The large sword was gone, and Chouji frowned. Still, he knelt at the smaller memorial and thrust a kunai into the soft earth. As he turned and left the clearing, a breeze made the small note attached to it flutter wildly.
"Barbeque again?" a slim figure asked, sliding into the booth across from Chouji.
"It's good," he said by way of explanation, smiling at the other man. "You got my message?"
"Clearly," Haku said dryly. "You found the graves?"
"Clearly," Chouji mocked. "Somebody's moved…"
"I know," Haku murmured, cutting him off. "Suigetsu. He's palling around with Sasuke right now."
"Are you safe?" Chouji asked. "If they're coming through here…"
"I'm safe," Haku promised. Leaning up slightly, he kissed the other man chastely. "Don't worry about me. After all, the dead can't die again."
For more of my and Ckret's crack, check out the other fic I've got. It's crack in its purest form, I swear. (facepalm)