Waiting
He's just a kid. But he could be useful. Zabuza had found him in the snow, thin and dirty. He was a ninja, he was a killer, he had taken Haku and made him his tool.
Smiling through the pain, looking at Zabuza with such compassion and love and affection and devotion and -
Haku always tried to please him. Didn't interfere in his life, Haku followed orders with no questions or demands. He trained himself and dedicated himself to battle and combat. Haku found ways to main and injure, without killing. Zabuza allowed it, knowing that if asked, Haku would kill.
"Zabuza..." Swallowing air with pained gasps. Blood stained his face, his pretty pale girly face.
More than once, Zabuza had received offers of money for Haku for the night. Zabuza could have done it, Haku would have done it, for him. Zabuza had betrayed the Mist for his own purposes, Haku had done it for him. Zabuza had killed the man that had asked. Haku had been very attentive that night.
Looking at him, bloody and near dead, Zabuza could see that Haku would die. Haku still smiled at him, only him, and they both knew that he would die soon. It was a waste of his skills, of his techniques, of his Bloodline and more than anything, it was a waste of Haku.
There was a blur of red, revenge and death.
Afterwards, staring at Haku's dead face, Zabuza, dying himself, knew he wouldn't change anything. He might be dead, but he knew Haku would be waiting.
