The night was sweet yet dark and cold, I could see my breath, hear the thumping of my heart beneath my chest. Yet somehow everything was quite, right like nothing could ever bother me again.
I don't know where I am or what's happening, I know I am dying that is for real, yet I am not afraid to die. The world around me is calm and peaceful; I know that my Zabuza will find me.
I can hear his voice in the distance he is fighting our enemies, winning I know, but yet I wonder if he knows I am here waiting. My heat is thumping louder as I struggle to breath, holding on to my hope of Zabuza's warm touch once more.
The air stills, there is a musky smell arising from the distance, it may only be my blood but yet it is somehow soothing. Silence now, maybe I am dead the thumping of my heart is slowing, as I get colder. My breath is becoming steadier my eyes are clouding over; I always wondered what death would feel like.
Warmth now, Zabuza is here, he's holding me in his arms, and I can now die in peace. But why is he holding me where are our enemies, they must have been defeated. He whispers in my ear, I know he is dying too, I never had a fear of dying alone but being with my Zabuza somehow makes everything better, for I am his tool.
He lies next to me still holding on to my chest and arm; my heart is racing now, yet I do no feel it. He says nothing more to me; our silent thoughts tell all, no more am I his tool, but his angel.
There is no pain only the slight movement of your chests pressed against one another. No thoughts, feeling, no emotions only peace and calm, quietness forever more. Darkness takes over me and I am once again with my Zabuza, forever.
His tool, his angel, forever