A/N: Part of a two-shot. Just a little V-day ode to my favorite yaoi pairing.

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Nobody needed to know certain things about Haku. Nobody had to be aware of his thoughts, his hopes… Nobody needed to hear of the things he dreamt.

Though he considered himself the absolute possession of his one and only- his Zabuza- there were things he told not even him. Though he would never hesitate to lay bare his soul at the word of the man, Haku would never volunteer. And Zabuza never asked. He appreciated silence, and Haku appreciated such a quality in return.

Nobody needed to know that his head filled with words. A consciousness stream cool and clear as snowmelt. The little sweet comments he kept to himself, like how he admired his Zabuza.

'He moves like a sunbolt. Still and beautiful as it strikes with such power. Magnificent enough to burn even those at a distance.'

Haku was quite the poet. Nobody needed to know that.

They boy prayed sometimes. Alone, in the quiet darkness, long after his companion had fallen into his sleep. Haku always kept watch when he wished for a prayer.

The pair had once ventured upon a supposedly haunted wood. Zabuza had scoffed at the rumors, as he scoffed at all mysticism.

But Haku was at no such ease. A wood haunted, and by the spirit of a youth slain by his lover, no less? It rang too true, too close to home. Though Haku never once doubted the man he loved… nobody needed to know that even the most devoted of tools had his occasional doubts.

When they stayed in a temple ("It's empty, boy. Nothing but good shelter now," Zabuza had grunted, effectively shutting down Haku's soft protests) the young nin's anxiety only increased. Zabuza agreed to Haku's suggestion of the younger taking first watch without prying. Nobody had to know how grateful Haku was for his master's discretion

Nobody had to see him as he crept through the open halls of the temple, light steps never even stirring swirled clouds in the dust of long year. He was small, moving slowly through vault-roofed rooms. Faded faces watched his every move from the wall hangings worn thin with age, and a dragon carving leered at his tentative progress, bearing teeth paneled with cracking and peeling gold leaf.

He stopped in the central chamber. The wide box of a room seemed to make him all the more fragile by comparison.

Nobody needed to watch the boy sink to his knees before the great wood alter, or see the way his green coat puddle around him, trailing in the dust, or look at the drawstrings of his bao falling into his face as he bent his head.

Haku wore an expression of total concentration and devotion- much the same as the look he wore when being trained by Zabuza. His eyes closed and his soft lips mouthed silently in prayer.

'Please let him keep me. Please let him never harm me. Please let him never rid himself of me.

Please let him love me.'

Nobody needed to know that his fists had balled tight to keep in check his desire to weep.

'Thank you for letting him have found me.'

In spite of emotional exhaustion, Haku did not sleep until Zabuza naturally woke and went to take over the watch.

The boy slept at once, grateful for the chance at oblivion.

Nobody needed to know that, though he slept alone and untouched, his dreams danced with kisses and caresses.

His companion- his lover- against him, beside him, overtop of him. The heat of his flesh against Haku's skin and the low richness of his scent filling Haku's senses.

Nobody needed to know that he smiled in his sleep.

Some things were personal. Some things were never intended to be known by anyone.

Haku was quietly in love. And this was a thing that nobody need to know.