Title: Blood

Rating: PG 13 (language?)

Pairing / Characters: Zabuza Momichi

Word Count: 484 words

Warnings: Just for bad language

Summary: Zabuza tells it like it is

A/N: I listened to MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'S 'blood' over and over to get this done. I like it ……………..

'BLOOD' © OF MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, FROM THEIR ALBUM BLACK PARADE

Live as a shinobi, die as a tool.

You give everything to your village, and keep on giving until you can't give anything more. Your sacrifices, both public and personal, are used against you in battle. People learn to fear you, and while a little fear isn't necessarily a bad thing, when people run screaming at the mere sight of your face, it tends to get a little old.

Well they encourage all complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.

You earn a keep, sure, but not much else. You don't have time for anything, for friendships, for love, for life. Your hobbies revolve around your work, every free moment you have is spent training, doing reports, trying to keep healthy, and every night you go home to a lonely apartment, to sit and stare at four blank walls until exhaustion claims you only to be woken by your own screams.

They never, ever tell you about the nightmares.

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a blood!

There are missions that your mind never recovers from. You never forget your first kill, and nothing, nothing can take away the feel of someone else's blood on your hands. They praise you for taking innocent lives, tell you what a service you're doing for your village, but none of them tell you that your hands are forever stained.

It gets easier to kill, once you learn to kill your conscience. Then, nothing matters except the next mission, the next kill. Slowly but surely, you become addicted to the kill, the rush of pitting your wits against theirs.

Eventually it's not about villages or alliances, it's you against them.

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck. (Oh thank you!)

Some shinobi get so tired of living a lie, of being a hollow shell without substance that they take their own lives. Some deliberately go out and get themselves so badly wounded that they never recover, and others resign from their duties, going so far as to leave their villages behind, never to return.

You give and you give and you give, and it's never enough.

They'll always drink you dry in the end.

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.