A/N
Read and, if you wish, review. Just, all my feels.
xoxos
"Hey, Zabuza-san, what do you think Heaven's like?"
Zabuza glanced down at the eleven year old, pausing in the sharpening of his kunai. The fire crackled in the space between them, a primary source of light on that moonless night; the cicadas sang in the mid-summer heat, breaking the momentary silence.
"How the hell should I know?" Zabuza grumbled, returning to buff his arsenal of weaponry.
Haku's brows rose, "Well, you seem to know a lot. So I thought you might-"
"Are you worried about dying?" Zabuza interrupted, "A true shinobi rids his self of those fruitless emotions."
Haku bit his lip, distressed. "I'm not afraid of dying, or even what happens after. I just want to have an idea of what Heaven's like so that I have an idea for when we do go there."
Zabuza ceased in the polishing of his tools, privately giving Haku his full attention.
"Even when they.. my parents.. were still alive, they never told me anything about the afterlife. Most of what I've learned has been from you, Zabuza-san. I was just curious is all."
Zabuza gave a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. That kid appalled him - Haku wasn't an idiot, but he was pretty damn naive and managed to retain his innocence, not tainted by Zabuza's presence in his life. "I'm not an expert on Heaven. That's not where I'm headed. Demon, remember?"
Haku pondered this for a moment, "Well, what do you think Hell's like?"
"Why? You think you're headed for Hell?"
"I'm going wherever you go."
Haku's determined, assured expression momentarily stunned Zabuza. He smiled briefly, rekindling the fire with a stray stick. "How about we focus on living?"
Haku pouted, dissatisfied. "I suppose.."
Zabuza looked away from Haku. He and Haku definitely won't be able to see each other after death. They're both headed separate ways, a demon to hell and an innocent to Heaven.