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The Girlish Boy and the Masked Devil of the Mist
Zabuza's POV
There he is, sitting alone in the moonlight. The boy with the rumoured bloodline limit. Or girl, whatever. I can't tell.
"Come with me."
And so he did. Or she. As obedient as a bunny. Really, little kids' minds are easy to brainwash.
"What do your folks call you?"
"Haku, Mister -"
"Zabuza. Momochi Zabuza. You are to follow me wherever I go, all right? And you must be obedient or else I'll kill you."
"Yes, Zabuza-san."
He doesn't seem scared of me, unlike the fat kid down the street where I used to live. Hmph. Not very entertaining. And why does his parents call him a name that is neither male nor female? I admit that I still cannot tell his or her gender and my pride is too big for me to voice it out.
He looked very ill and frail. Who wouldn't be, after sitting in the snow for God knows how long in rags? I felt his forehead and there seemed to be a fever. Soon, he collapsed onto the ground. Maybe he has got hypothermia and frostbites.
Being left with the obvious choice, I picked him up and walked on to the place I now live. Looking at the scrawny kid's face again, I thought he might be a girl. Then again, his voice sounded slightly boyish. I wonder if I should check him to confirm my assumptions. But I dismissed the idea in case it turns out otherwise. Then I would be accused of being a paedophile.