(A/N): Lo and behold, Zaku is back in the series and adorable as ever! ヽ(* ; ω ; )ﾉ I made all kinds of pathetic noises while reading vol. 55 and now, naturally, a sequel to my other cheesy ass story is in order! Since the last one was from Haku's POV, I'll try my best at Zabuza's for this one. (It would be a good idea to read Death Before Dishonor first, {here y'all go .net/s/7898884/1/Death_Before_Dishonor} but it's not like it's essential herp derp derp.) I promise I'll write about different people after this, okay? I just love these two a lot for no reason. Spoilers for chapter 515 on, I don't own Naruto, all that crap.
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Suddenly and without warning, you are jarred awake. You stand on stiff legs, cramps twisting like electricity through your stone cold muscles as your body drags itself forward. There is a pinpoint, a spidery line, and finally a pillar of light before you as the heavy wooden cover of what you eventually recognize to be your coffin falls to the ground. The air around you seeps through the bandages at your nose, reeking of decay and old rock. A few more steps outward and your body stops itself short, even though your intention was to keep walking. Is this heaven, you ask yourself, or is this hell? And where, you allow yourself the private indulgence of wondering, did Haku end up? It is then that you realize that you are not alone in this musty place. To your left, you recognize the shadowed faces of shinobi you remember seeing on billboards, in bingo books, and on missions. The muscles in your jaw tighten painfully when you turn to your right and see Haku by your side, his deep brown eyes seeped in black. He blinks sluggishly, looking as sleepy and out of sorts as you feel. Slowly, those darkened eyes slide upward to meet yours.
"Zabuza-sama," he breathes. The sound of your name at his lips sends a needle through your heart.
Instantly, overpowering memories of your last few weeks together consume you. Following your initial contact- his admission of his feelings- you and Haku had spent each day getting to know one another intimately. You spent your free time with him in bed instead of out training, reveling in his intense and unconditional love for every part of you. You scratched and stroked his skin so you could feel his heartbeat quickening beneath your hands. You kissed him so you could watch his cheeks become rosy and his eyes squeeze shut. You fucked him so you could hear him breathe hard and whimper out your name. Never once did you really believe that such a pristine, beautiful thing could love a demon such as yourself, and your driving need to prove that fact to yourself drew you to him.
Three days before Gatou sent you to assassinate the bridge builder, Haku walked into your room and stood there, shuffling his feet and dawdling like he wanted to tell you something. However, afraid of what it might be, you cut him off and left him alone in the room. You hated talking- hated it with a passion usually reserved for something that wasn't so essential and human- and you wished to avoid doing it with Haku as much as possible. The only thing that repulsed you more than talking was looking weak, and nothing could make one look weaker than admitting his feelings toward another person. Bonds could only be used for betrayal. So, even through your most intimate moments with Haku, you stayed stonily silent about your emotions. It was exceptionally hard though, especially on those evenings when neither of you fell asleep after sex and he lay there in your arms and spoke. His fragrant hair was always fanned out beneath him, tickling your skin every time he moved his head. And he spoke- he spoke about staying together forever, about dying for you, about devotion. You never said a word in return, and perhaps it was because of that that he never actually said the phrase "I love you," even though it was abundantly obvious. But deep inside you, past your pride and your paranoia and your selfish honor, you loved him too. Desperately. But you could never tell him, even when you died.
But here you are again now, reunited after what you thought was death and each standing inches from the person you couldn't live without. It takes every fiber of your will to maintain your bland expression or to resist saying anything to him. Before you can gather your bearings, your body moves of its own accord, as if your mind is completely detached from your body. You and your group of ninja file outside into the blinding mid-morning sun and break off into duos and trios, tearing silently through the forest as you often did when you were alive. Haku lopes along at your hip. A wild-haired ninja behind you explains that you've all been summoned back from the dead by a jutsu that will use your bodies and techniques as weapons in a war. No one knows whose side you are on, or even who is fighting. All you know is that the lack of control of your body, your own muscles and joints and blood being remotely controlled and forcing you to risk your life while you ride along as a passenger, sickens you. In a quiet corner of your mind, you work toward boring a hole in the mastermind's control, and soon you find that your fingers will move when you command them to. It is not long before you have regained total command of your body- it isn't challenging, as the jutsu's caster is obviously trying to control several people at once.
You whip your hand forward and snatch Haku's wrist as he sails forward, yanking him to a halt, allowing the others to be led on ahead and out of sight. Haku's entire body strains toward its programmed destination, but his face turns to yours and a smile breaks through. It is only now that you realize you haven't the tiniest shred of an idea about what to say to him.
"Zabuza-sama," he breathes again, his smile radiant despite his eerily black eyes, "I missed you very much."
It is just like Haku to say things like that. He always made brash statements about his feelings, and you still have not managed to get used to them- just as they always have, this one makes your throat twist and your face burn and your voice flatten to a whisper. In the past, you would have either ignored him or kissed him to shut him up. This time, however, something in you knows that your time together is limited.
"I missed you too," you cough. You are disgusted with the unsteadiness of your voice as it shapes the words you never thought you'd allow yourself to say.
With heavy arms you pull Haku against you and hold him tightly, relishing the feeling of his warm heartbeat alive against your stomach. Still, his body leans toward your controller's destination. His head seems to be free though, and he shifts against you to press his lips to your collarbone.
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Oh no more smut next hold on to your hats guys