Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters involved in the making of this fan fiction. No one came to any real harm. I do realize that Haku isn't a girl, but he is in this. Thank you for your time.
Prologue: Stone Cold
Haku peered up from under her stringy, wet hair, which flopped limply over her empty, black eyes. Snow was silently falling around her. It was so cold. She felt dead, as if she'd never be warm again. Like she'd take a breath and the next one would never come. Her friend, Zabuza Mamochi, stared down at her, a strangely eager, impatient look causing his eyes to flash and his nose to flare. "I-I don't understand. What do you mean?," Haku whispered disbelievingly. Zabuza snorted, then said cruely,"Oh, I'm sure you know exactly what I mean. You are a burden, you never pull your weight around here. It's time to pay me back." He began to laugh as he advanced toward her. Haku started backing up and choked back a sob as her back hit the wall. She tried to flatten herself and disappear into the woodwork of the abandoned house in the ghost town they'd stopped at to take shelter. Zabuza wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her to his shoulders. He carried her inside the house, ignoring her feeble struggles. Haku caught a glimpse of the room and knew instantly what he'd been up to when he'd disappeared for two hours earlier. He'd planned this, Haku thought, disgusted realization dawning upon her. Zabuza through her on a bed, holding her down as he chained her tiny wrists and ankles to a bed post. He took out a kunai and slid it up to her collarbone. "It's paying time now, Haku," he said huskily. The kunai slid down, popping buttons on her shirt as if went. She really wished now that she had put more bandages on her chest, as it was shred effortlessly open. Zabuza impatiently ripped the cloth from her body, ignoring her protests and increasingly loud sobs. He stared down at her milk-white, delicate skin with an expression akin to awe and lust. Haku had no sense of what happened after that. She was crying uncontrollably now and thinking the thoughts of the eternally damned. There was no one around to hear her cries and screams of pain as he slid along her.Noone to help her. No one. She gave up struggling and cried out in horror as he thrust himself into her very core. Never had she known such pain or undeniable defeat, sadness, or humiliation. She felt violated and she ached all over. His hard body crushed down upon her body as he found release and bliss were she found only an intense dislike and fear of what had just occurred. Zabuza stood up what seemed like hours later and got dressed. Haku's eyelids were heavy, but she forced them open and watched him with an icy silence. He looked over at her, grinned, and said," That was great, Haku.Thank you for paying me back. You won't be needing me anymore. Or these for that matter." He bent and picked up her shredded clothes. Then he came and opened the handcuffs, pitching them into a corner. Zabuza turned and stalked to the door. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around again. "Sayonora,Haku. Been good," he walked out laughing insanely. Haku couldn't move her muscles at first. It was as if everyone of the bones in her body were screaming with indignity, refusing to take her brains commands and going on strike. She slid weakly off the bed to the moss covered floor, which looked as though it hadn't been swept for at least a century. Her legs simply would not move. But she couldn't stay there. That was the only thought in her mind.Everytime she closed her eyes, she saw it. She needed out. But it was freezing, a very tiny sane part of her mind reminded her, you could die of frostbite. Haku shook her head at herself, not caring. She crawled to the door, slid it open, and tumbled out into a snow bank. She wept as her tired, aching body was wrapped in snow. Not only was her body cold, the strange emptiness in her stomach was filled with cold. It was another kind of cold. Dull, throbbing, consuming. Never again, she vowed emotionlessly, ever again will I let anyone close. Never again will a human being touch me. And as she spoke, her head spun, and she collapsed, stone cold.