You're Always So Cold, a naruto fanfic

This is just some little drabble I did while listening to music

and thinking about my heartless boyfriend. Anyway, it's about Haku's Feelings toward Zabuza, and how he would like some stuff to change. Well I hope you enjoy, sorry I don't update any of my Fanfictios. I can't seem find the time to type them when I have them close.

Zabuza, you're so cold. It hurts me to see you like that, emotionless and blank. We are both alike and different in so many ways. Unlike you I need love to survive, I need someone love me and I need to be able to love them back. Tell me, just once, that you love me. Tell me you care. I don't mind if they are lies, I don't care if they are forced and or fake. Just to hear you say those words, it's more than enough for me

Show it in a hug, show it in a touch. Just let me know it may be there. It amazes me that you can live this way

Yes, I have seen you with those many women, but you don't love them. Think it as a selfish act, but I want to be the one you love, and only me. I need someone, and I hope that the, that someone for me is you. But you're so cold, let my heart warm you.

Emotions are weak, kid, never show any weakness. I've heard you say that time to time. But is it true? This pain I feel hurts worse than any cut or bruise. This pain I can't mend, my acupuncture can't dull it. The pain hurt its strongest when you are near. It's strange though, when that happens, no matter how much the pain is, I'll bare it just to be next to you.

Everyday, we train. Almost always it's the same routine, fighting and sparing together in the brisk morning air. An attack here a block there, all meant to kill. You attack at me like you want me dead, I do the same. But I never hurt you, you never hurt me. In the end I thank you and help you pick out flaws and make new methods of defense. I "accidentally" brush my hand on yours, or maybe I lean to you, just to "see" better. But deep down I'm longing, longing for you to love me back.

I wake to another brisk morning, waiting for when I start to train with you. Later go out for a mission, Look around then come back. Some may find that boring, but it's the pride of my life. Maybe on the way back we may catch some food. We'll sit and cook the meal we have caught, the smell and the feeling of being with you. You'll read some scrolls, I'll study them too. That may seem simple, but it means more to me than it does to you.