I guess I'm feeling creative. Here's a new fic. I hope you like it. The song it's based off of is Wake Up Call by Hawthorne Heights.

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Swimming… swimming through this empty sea of blackish green. What is this? It's so warm, so inviting… so comforting… and yet, I am alone. I look around, trying to see my master, Zabuza. Where was he? He should be right here, right beside me. I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is being on the bridge. Zabuza was in trouble and I… oh. Am I dead? I remember that last instant of searing heat and crackling pain, and then this. What happened to Zabuza? Is he alright?

So child… A huge booming voice bloomed inside my mind. You are finally awake. Welcome. With those words, I was suddenly out of that warm, dark, greenish black sea. I was no longer floating, suspended in that strange sea. My feet were firmly on the ground. My long hair was loose around my shoulders. I was wearing my pink kimono, and I was standing in an endless field of beautiful flowers. I looked around, trying to see my master, panic starting to flutter in my heart.

"Zabuza?" I asked timidly. "Zabuza-sama? Where are you?" I heard the waver in my voice and bit my lip. Was I all alone here? I didn't want to be alone! I wanted Zabuza!

Calm, child. Just be so still and so calm, that huge voice said again, rolling like thunder through my head. I tried to take a breath and found that I couldn't. I wasn't scared though. It wasn't like suffocating. It was just that I didn't need to breathe. "I can't breathe," I announced, and the voice answered. Would you like to? Without waiting for an answer, suddenly my throat burned and I took a whooping gasp. I coughed a little, then looked around again. "Where is Zabuza?"

He cannot follow you to this place, child, the voice said again, and I felt my heart break. "What? But… my master. I need him! I HAVE to see him!"

I'm afraid you cannot. "Why NOT!" I shouted, raising my voice in anger for the first time in my entire life, and it was the first time I had raised it since I was a very small child. "I want my master! I want Zabuza! I need him!" I'm sorry. He cannot join you here, now… however, if you really desire to be with him, there is a way. "Tell me," I demanded instantly. I was going to be with my master. I died for him, and now I wanted to be with him.

If you really desire his company, you can travel down to where he is. I smiled, unclenching my fists. "Take me to him…" I said, my voice back to normal. I was a little embarrassed about my outburst, but not too badly. It was for Zabuza's sake. I could be angry for Zabuza. Very well. But child, it's a very sad place where your master is. "I don't care. I want to be with him."

Suddenly, I was moving, being gently swept along by a strong, yet gentle force. It felt like being snow, falling on a still day. We were moving fast. I say we because I know that voice was the one carrying me along. Soon we were out of the beautiful meadow with the green trees all around. The trees began to look twisted and dead, with blood red, rotted looking fruit hanging off the branches. The earth went from soft, warm and springy to hard, dead and cold. The ground was scorched. Burning heat and icy cold bombarded my skin alternately; I was sweating and freezing at the same time.

We kept moving and the scenery got worse. There were people lying on the ground, burning, their melted flesh dripping off their bones as they moaned and sobbed in agony. It didn't turn my stomach, but it stung my heart. I felt sorry for these poor people. I wanted to take them to the meadow. Do not want that, little one,the voice said to me. They are wicked people who deserve to be here. "Does that mean that you think my master deserves to be here too?" I snapped, glaring around at the empty space behind me. The voice was silent, still pushing me along.

After a while, we stopped in front of a tall hill. Atop it, there was a large tree, with burning corpses hung from it. Go up to your master, the voice said quietly, and stopped pushing me along. I cannot bear to look at him. I found my feet, and began to walk up the hill. I was aware that I was glowing faintly; a golden white light emanated from my body. I wondered how I would find Zabuza. Would he be a demon, tormenting the bodies on the tree? Would he be hanging from the tree's branches?

As I reached the top of the hill, I gave a low moan of pain. My master, my dearest beloved, my precious person, was pinned to the dark, gnarled tree by the long sword through his chest. He raised his head, and saw me, his eyes widening. "Haku?" he managed, and I began to cry.

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Second chapter whenever.