In a forest, somewhere in the forests of the country of the Mist, one known as Momochi Zabuza sat against a tree, surrounded by mist. His large sword sat beside him, drove into the ground. He seemed to be...waiting for something.
The male gave a sigh, raising a brow as the barely heard sound of water hitting ground came from the hotspring he was guarding behind him. Zabuza waited for a moment, before standing. He'd given Haku enough time to get dried and well dressed. "Are you done, Hak-" He cut off as he turned, staring flatly at the young child, whom he'd just..pretty much adopted monthes ago.
The child was doing wonderfully in jutsus and such, and Zabuza'd gotten a quite of few surprises in his Advanced Bloodline, but this was a surprise all in it's own. "...Haku."
The nude child looked up, staring at the shirt he wore by itself(not including underwear), which had somehow gotten a nice long rip in it. Chocolate eyes stared glumly up at the ninja whom he'd come to worship. "Gomen nasai, Zabuza-san...It's torn so badly."
But Zabuza wasn't concerned about that, he could easily lend Haku something to dress in until they could get him a new shirt. Something else was on his mind. Something that was so stunning, for a moment, Zabuza was lost for words again. Haku was beginning to wonder wheither he was trying to control anger at something he might have done wrong, like the shirt.., but the thoughts vanished into embarrassment at the next comment from his teacher and idol. From those words, his cheeks stained red, and he didn't want to answer.
"...Haku. You're a boy?"