Here's a ramdom oneshot that i came up with.
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Demons in name, Human in nature
The sun. Zabuza absolutely hated the sun. Even shirtless as he was, the sweat was pouring off him. He glared enviously as a Suna nin ran past him without even a hint of sweat. He'd let Haku go wander around the village a while ago. Being from the village hidden in the mist, he was used to a damp, cool climate. Thus, being in Sunagakure was murder for him. F-ing sun. He headed towards his destination, a well known weapons shop where he needed to get Kubikiri Hocho re sharpened.
Later that night, the former swordsman of the mist was strolling the streets of the desert village without his signature Zanbato slung across his back, when he heard someone crying on the side of the street.
"Why? Why do they all hate me? Am I really a monster?" Now, with the exception of Haku, Zabuza normally didn't stop to help people. But, for some unknown reason, he felt compelled to at least talk to the person. He walked over and knelt down in front of the one making the noise. He discovered it was a young redheaded boy, no more than six years old, with dark rings around his sea-green eyes.
'Insomnia' he thought. That was the only explanation for dark rings like that that the former ANBU could come up with.
"Hey, Kid. What are you crying for?"
"The people in the village all call me a demon, and I don't know why" the kid sobbed. He looked familiar for some reason.
"What's your name, brat?"
"G…gaara" it clicked. This was the Kazekage's son, the one who had that demon of sand stuck in him.
"Hey, Gaara, do you know what a demon is?" inquired Zabuza. The boy shook his head.
"a demon is a supposedly evil creature who lives off destruction and death. That's why back in my home village, I was called 'The demon of the hidden mist'."
"You're a demon?"
"Yeah, I guess I am, kid"
"You look human" Zabuza chuckled at the kid's simple mind.
"Always remember this, Gaara. We may be called demons, monsters and many other things through out our lives, but always remember, at the end of the day, we are human"
"R…Really?" asked Gaara, hope now shining in his eyes
"Yeah, kid, we are, no matter what the others say."
"Thank you, mister"
"No need to thank me. Demons always look out for their own kind, you know?" and Zabuza walked off, whistling slightly as he headed back to the hotel he was staying in with Haku.
"Where were you, Zabuza-san?" asked the boy when the swordsmen walked in.
"Nowhere in particular" was all he gave as a reply.
"And I suppose that you were doing nothing in particular either?"
"Bingo, Haku" the swordsman lay down on the bed. Haku sighed at his masters lack of responses. The pair would leave the next day, after picking up the zanbato from the weapons shop and a few more senbon for Haku to use. They would never hear about Yashumaru's attempt on Gaara's life, of the young jinchuuriki's downward spiral into insanity from thereafter. But the young boy in Suna would never fully leave Zabuza's mind, even after his death on the newly built bridge in Wave Country.
