Field, my field,
She never coined him as the type to father a child, or even the type to take care of a child. And yet, these he was on her doorstep with a very feminine-looking boy, no more than five or six years old. In the rain. During a thunderstorm, of all things. He looked worse for wear, blooded stained and ragged. The boy was shivering, sneezing, had a runny nose. Poor thing looked so pathetic, but, still smiled at her in a rather meek way. The boy, too, was also blood stained, though it was mostly on his little face and a few spots on his clothes. Normally, she would have taunted the man about coming to her for help, much like he had a few times in the past. The last time he had a tall, blue-skinned man with him. A fellow swordsman. But, this was not a normal time.
"He's sick," The man said, "Use one of your herbal remedies, tonics. Whatever the hell it is! And be quick about it, woman!"
Yes. Zabuza Momochi was not a man one would mark down as 'father material'. But, looking at her old comrade, since friend was out of the question. Their relationship (if one would call it that) was more a comradeship, and seeing the concern that was hidden to an untrained eye, made Nagini review that opinion as she ushered the two males inside and gave them the left-over stew from earlier that tonight to fill their stomachs, scolding Zabuza the entire time and coldly getting told off in return.
Something that's been swimming around in my head for a while. This is going to be multi-chaptered (around 15 or so) and mostly from the point of view of an OC (Nagini) and a few sights from Zabuza and Haku, maybe Mister Sharky too.
This song that I do suggest listening to is 'Polyushko-Pole' by Origa.