Inspired by the Naruto marathon and a random idea. Please review. If you like it, also consider checking out A Collection of Nin, a series of oneshots I'm writing.
Zabuza likes to use tools.
It's only natural. He's just a man and man kind has survived on nothing but tool after tool being invented and used after all. It's only natural that he likes to use them.
It's rather obvious to anyone that sees him, especially if they fight. His sword, far too large to miss, is a declaration of this. And he likes to use that tool. Likes to feel of air being displaced as it's brought down onto the head of an enemy. Likes to rinse the blood from it after a particularly messy fight. Likes the weight on his back constantly reminding of the weight he doesn't carry on his conscience.
It almost never leaves his hands because of this, except when being polished on a much smaller lap.
Zabuza likes to use tools.
He likes the feel of chopsticks in his hands as he eats. They're so brittle and just like human bones beneath his strong fingers, begging to be broken. He likes to hold them and know that it's his choice if they stay whole, his will that keeps them from becoming dust.
He likes how in smaller, softer hands, they look strong and sturdy.
Zabuza likes to use tools.
One of his best kept secrets is how much Zabuza likes brushes. He likes how fast they can be turned from something used to improve appearance to something that invokes pain. Likes how something so innocent can be used to torture.
He also likes how they make dark hair shine as it tumbles down a thin back.
Zabuza likes to use tools.
He likes senbons almost as much as his sword. He likes how such small things can cause so much damage. It's amazing how badly they can tear apart the insides of a man, and how quickly. It's delicious how much pain it could cause, even from a superficial wound.
He especially likes how they can relieve tension and even cause pleasure in much more talented and knowledgeable hands.
Zabuza loves to use his favorite tool.
He loves how he stands when he tells him to and kneels when he doesn't. How obedient and submissive he is at times, and how mischievous at others. He loves to watch him fight, knowing that he does what he does for only Zabuza, and that if it hadn't been ordered, he would never have even thought of such an action. He loves the way that sometimes, he wouldn't follow the orders, thinking himself to know better, actually knowing better. He loves the way the he would smile at his master even when he knew he was about to be punished, because he knew it was Zabuza's will. And Zabuza's will was all he knew now. He loves how strong that small body is and how it would break under his hands, willingly, if he ever wanted it to. He loves that mouth that says time and time again "I am your tool, Master. Use me as you will." That mouth that always had its corners upturned, no matter the situation as long as Zabuza's attention was on him and him alone.
He also loves how beautiful he is, when he takes his hair down and puts on the pretty yukata Zabuza bought for him in town. Loves how beautiful he is when he lays there asleep, not afraid of his Master, even showing his back, even not caring to cover his thin, pale neck and its vulnerable pulse. He loves how he can do anything to him and all his Haku would do is smile and say "I am your tool, Master. Use me as you will."
And Zabuza likes to use tools.
It's only natural. He's just a man, after all.