Unsullied
By: Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-
Author Notes: This comes from a major angst-fest I had at four in the morning, repeatedly watching the ending of episode nineteen. I cried more times than I could count, and because of this, Unsullied was born. Sure, it isn't a creative name, but that's okay. I've noticed lately that the names I use for my stories almost never used.
Warnings: Angst and Shounen-ai if you squint. This is actually the first non-hardcore yaoi writing I've ever done.
Disclaimer: I, Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-, do not own, think I own, or will ever own Naruto. I write this because I figured everyone had to let out a few tears at that moment.
Zabuza had lived a life of unworthy destruction, where the only people he left alive felt broken and destroyed. It never bothered him; it was a life he had submitted himself to the moment he murdered the children of the Academy. He, a child himself, blood-stained with the look of a demon in his eyes that only grew as time increased, would never be the same. Innocence was something which never existed.
But, the blood in his skin was growing cold, congealing around his form. Every moment felt like a whisper, once it past there was no way to feel it again and if you missed it there was no way to relive that one second, that pure second. The cool breath was gone, the reassuring words nothing but a memory. This was what death felt like, Zabuza knew.
He needed to see the one face untouched by his wrath, by his ambition. Haku, his young Haku who never complained about the blood under Zabuza's tarnished fingers, how the teenager had to cover his face as if he was being hidden in shame. The Demon Ninja never gave freedom, but, as he looked down into the unblemished face of his one partner, the one who stayed next to him, who gave his very life for his destroyed one, he knew the one purity which ever existed. The one untarnished soul which meant more than any honor, any weapon or reputation. He was the one soul he could not destroy.
"I wish I could go were you have gone," he whispered, and, like the moment, it past without being caught. In the twilight of that second his eyes filled with the whitest light, Haku's face shining brighter than any white, any stainless color.
"But, you have," a voice whispered against his face, the warm breath tickling his chin. "You have come because I could not be here alone, without you."
"Haku." The Demon Ninja felt fingers curl into his hair. "But why? I was so cold..."
There was a moment of silence, the light fading. Haku's hand trailed down from his hair into his hand. The hand which murdered hundreds, destroying unsoiled hearts, held the most beautiful most uncorrupted thing in his own.
"Because, to me, no matter your past actions, to me you will always be unsullied."
And with those last words, they rose into oblivion together, hand in hand, to face the darkness together.
Forever.
I know, it wasn't the best, but it was my first Naruto story.
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