Cuz Zabuza is my favourite ever

This is for him

XOXOXOXOXO

It is a prolog to an long Zabuza saga

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It was the ice, the unexpected cold. Wooden sandals do not have good traction! How many times did I tell him. And as a shinobi who weilds ice, for mercy's sake, he needs traction on battles!

So it is cruel, that at the end I would end up blaming him, although he was only trying to save me. I moaned with the pain and opened my eyes.

Kakashi was staring at me, snow fell past his silver hair. Was he dead as well? What did I miss?

Last thing I can remember was Haku darting infront of Kakashi's infamous chidori, his sandal slipped as the older shinobi's hand sliced through him and hit me square in the gut.

I closed my eyes again, feeling the pain overwhelm me…hah, demon? I was always one to over-exaggerate!

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All was warm, and I could smell fresh cut wood. That had always been a nice smell. It was fresh and inviting, but if you thought about it it embodied death.

"Zabuza," I frowned…how dare that Hatake brat interrupt my death with his arrogant voice. Okay, over-exaggeration again…we are the same age…but he is still a little snobby upstart!

I open my eyes, they feel weighted, unwilling to take in my death-dream.

"What the fuck do you want?" I sat up, noting the pain in my abdomine, though it is less now.

"That is not nice, considering I just saved your ass."

"Hunh?"

"Yea, Gato showed up and, thinking you were dead, started blabbering on how he was going to kill you after you finished Tazuna and all that shit. So I killed him, and, pitying you for all your worth, dragged your ass back here and put you on the mends. That was three days ago, you lazy arse."

I frowned…not dead hunh? Oh well, just round up Haku and continue earning the dirt money I more than deserve.

Warm blood splatters on my face. I turn and see Haku's eyes before the dark claimes me. They are milky and still. No longer do they search my face, desperate for the love he knows I am so poor at giving.

"Haku's dead" I said before I had even registered it in my mind.

"If that's what your sad little follower's name was…yea."

"Follower:…for a second I had thought he said "flower". But wasn't he? My sad little flower. My frosten white bud. My Haku. Shinobi do not posess emotions. Especially ex-leaders of the ruthless mist villages ANBU Black Ops turned-assasin. But still, he had been there since the beginning of my new life. More than just a partner in crime, I had practically raised the kid.

I looked down, Shinobi do not cry. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, man was I sore! I noticed the bandages I usually adorned were missing…I shifted my hand and touched my cheek, my lips. Was I really here?

My fingers lingered on my lips for a prolonged moment.

"Zabuza, I thank you for teaching me so much"

"Yea."

"I am sorry you could not fully teach me…to be a shinobi"

A slim body presses overt mine, for just a moment…a prolonged moment.

"To be emotionless…I have failed"

Soft white lips on mine, one of the few times I didn't have my face covered, when Haku tended my wounds. It was in this state that he had kissed me.

I close my eyes.

"Tired much?"

I looked at Kakashi for the first time in this room, so virginal with its fresh smell…I ruin it. Kakashi smiles, he doesn't have his mask on. I cannot help but raise one slender eyebrow, a look I mastered, always sending Haku into giggle fits…damn, I need to stop thinking about him.

Kakashi cocked his head and his smile went askew, it was a battle of looks in the quizzical fashion. I turned away.

"Put your fucking mask back on…you look like a girl."

Kakashi laughed loudly…maybe I won…and laid his hand on my shoulder.

"You need some manners." He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, you gotta be starving."

I scoweled but accepted the assistance in standing…I had no idea I would be this dizzy.

We ate breakfast…closer to lunch probably. Kakashi said he had to leave, something about sending the kids out ahead and needing to catch up before they all managed to stumble off a cliff.

I grunted, not giving him the satisfaction of my laughter.

"Well, you need to stay here. This is a new house Tazuna just completed, I kept you alive to assist him and your new identity is Ichibashi Kazuya, you are Tazuna's nephew from the mist country. You are not a shinobi, you have no ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, NOTHING. You are merely here to assist your uncle in his carpentry. Any questions?"

I was dumbfounded.

"Hunh?"

"Listen, you are a fugitive. Disobey me and I will no longer show you mercy. Obey and you will live out a long, be it simple life." Kakashi laid his hand on my shoulder as his other hand opened the fromt door. "Just be happy with what you have been given, okay? A reversal of attitude, you needed it."

I watched as he sprinted off into the trees…I was still dumbstruck, but I knew that I really was given a gift. First goal, pay thanks to Haku for giving it to me, and for everything in between.

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Like I said, this is just a prolog.

Later we get into some

Really fun stuff!