A Naruto fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Zabuza/Haku. Lime-ish stuffs. Shôta.
A kind of deep explanation of how Haku's affections for Zabuza grew over time. Enjoy!
-SPS
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He had found the young urchin shivering on a bridge in the dead of winter, and had sensed that the boy could be of use to him.
"You have the same eyes as me, mister." Innocent words from the mouth of a young babe; Zabuza had, in fact, the same scared, almost dreadfully terrifying gaze as the boy, the look of knowledge of blood and of pain. The slaughterer stared into the eyes of the slaughtered, and he knew that there was something inside the street kid that he could take advantage of.
He hastily grabbed the young boy by the arm; Haku did not offer any resistance whatsoever. The work of being a top-notch assassin was getting to Zabuza; he then decided to take a break at a local brothel, dragging Haku along with him in order to see part of his future use. He had Haku watch as one of the courtesans undid his pants and worked deftly upon his body, and then called him over. The child headed over with unbridled enthusiasm, and, watching what the woman had done to his new master, did the same as she.
Zabuza smiled through his face mask and said simply, "Guess I'm going to be saving some money."
Haku smiled back and rubbed up against his thigh.
Years passed, and the lonely street urchin had become a beautiful youth whose skills as a shinobi were unparalleled. He dutifully executed who Zabuza wanted him to execute, fought who Zabuza wanted him to fight, all for the very simple reward of warming his bed at night. This was the life of a tool, the life that Haku enjoyed.
Zabuza never once said he loved Haku; Haku did not care. Haku's affections for his master were like a Mobius strip: starting out at two different points in space, but twisted together so that cause and effect, love and servitude, were on the same plane and at the same point. No matter how long one would be able to trace Haku's emotions, it would always be infinite, and it would always be one-sided.
But Haku was not troubled. He was naught but a tool, an instrument both of pleasure and of destruction. This was his meaning in life: to be naught but a never-ending loop, incapable of selfhood in and of itself, always serving, never questioning.
He never wanted to be torn in half, but if Zabuza commanded it, he would do it.
With this thought, he smiled and fell asleep by his master's side.
-FIN
