SUMMARY: Instead of his heart, it was his spine Kakashi ripped out. Zabuza is dead; Haku is crippled; his soul and body are broken, permanently damaged. He struggles to put the pieces of his shattered soul back together, shard by shard. He has some help from a certain blonde ninja.
PAIRINGS: Naruto x Haku. Minor: Lee x Sakura,
DISCLAIMER: Stands for entire fic. I don't own Naruto, and I'm making no money off of this. I also don't own "Hello" by Evanescence. I own nothing.
NOTE: Lyrics below are from "Hello" by Evanescence.
Oh, and prologue is in Haku's POV, but rest will be normal third person POV
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BROKEN
By: Neko Oni
Hello
I'm still here.
All that's left of yesterday.
Zabuza-sama.
I still couldn't believe he was dead. I should've been, too. I wanted to be. I was alone again, back in that cold place I had been before Zabuza-sama took me in. He never loved me; I was just his tool. But I was wanted; I had purpose in my life. I was happy.
It would've been kinder to kill me. But Fate's never been kind to me. Now I was lost. I was alone. And I was scared. I longed for an eternal slumber. I wouldn't feel pain then. My heart wouldn't hurt.
I wished Kakashi would've ripped my heart out. But he didn't; he averted his attack at the last second when he realized I'd thrown myself in front of Zabuza-sama. He ripped my spine instead, snapping it in two. From the blood, bone, and guts that spilled out, they thought I was dead. Poor Zabuza-sama slaughtered all of Gato's henchmen and Gato, killing himself because he thought I was dead.
Unfortunately, I lived. But it's only a half life. I'm paralyzed below my waist. My spine was neatly severed in half; I'll never walk again. What to do with a crippled, useless shinobi? Because of Naruto's persuasion, they took me back to Konohoa with them.
Shinobi don't just switch sides. But there's the rub. My reason for existence was dead. As a renegade, Zabuza-sama belonged to no faction; he was free-lance. So, ineffect, I belonged to no one; I had no side. Rogue ninja don't just randomly take sides, either. However, I was no longer a shinobi.
I could, however, be an innocent bystander caught haplessly in the fight. Someone who had no home, an outcast in society. So, they took me in.
I've been in Konohoa hospital since then, rotting in a bed while my torn insides mend. It's been long and hard, mostly because I have no will to live. I just lay quietly, waiting for death. Zabuza-sama had no more use for me, even if he were still alive. My existence is pointless.
I want to go past Death's gate. I want to be with my Zabuza-sama. He's waiting for me- I can hear him calling across the ethers. I'm alone here; I have no one. That's why I long for death. I reach for that cold embrace night after night. Because when I'm dead, I won't be alone. I'll be with my Zabuza-sama.
TBC….
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Yesh, yesh, angsty, emo-ish Haku there. But it gets better, no more over-angsting. But I love angst. Vive le angst!