Too Great a Second Chance

This is the story of a man, a man who had lost everything

It is also about how he got back everything he could

Unfortunately, this was not much

And a lot of people died in the process

This is the story...

Of Zabuza Momochi's death

As night fell on Wave Country, the cold wind increased in intensity. The ground was still caked in a thin layer of snow from a freak weather incident. The snow was particularly thick in a small, secluded clearing deep within the woods. In the clearings center was the top half of a rather large sword. The Kubikiribōchō. One of the last of the Seven Blades of Kiri who still had a master. Or at least it did... The day before, the blades owner Zabuza Momochi was killed, sacrificing himself to avenge Haku, his apprentice. He died as he lived: killing lots of people while suffering grievous bodily harm himself. With his dying breath, he wished to enter the same afterlife add his beloved student. Now...

"Zabuza-sensei, what exactly are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know Haku, I personally have never died before."

"It's just we've been sitting around here and nothing's happened."

"Well Haku, unlike me, you have nothing to stop you from actually doing anything. So why don't you see if you can find any other spirits to find out what the hell is going on."

"Okay, Zabuza-sensei." Haku left the clearing with barely a sound, his ethereal get not really touching the snow. Zabuza was indeed restricted; the odd chain coming out of his chest was wrapped tightly around the

Kubikiribōchō, while Haku's simply hung from his torso. Both Zabuza and his apprentice had tried to break the chain, but this not only caused Zabuza gear pain, but also achieved nothing.

Where did it all go wrong Zabuza pondered to himself. He should have known that dammed Kakashi would have a backup for being blinded, and yet he hadn't even consisted the thought. If I had, both me and Haku might still be alive. Suddenly, a huge crash sounded from the forest. This was followed by an effeminate cry. "Haku!" Zabuza roared. Dammit if he didn't know his student's voice. Damn, I can't even move. Zabuza was forced to pace in front of Kubikiribōchō, his former symbol of power now served only to mock him. Roars and screams continued to reverberate through the jungle until... it stopped with a squelch.

No. Killed after death? What is going on here? Before Zabuza could continue his musings, a low tremor began, accompanied by the sound of shaking trees. With the sound of dry twigs snapping, a horrifying monster busy into the clearing. By now, Zabuza was trying to grab his sword, but found he could not even touch it, let alone dislodge it from its resting place. "You...killed Haku. I don't know what you are and I don't care. All I know is that you're going to fucking die!" His last word came out as an explosion, his body suddenly wreathed in the familiar purple embrace of his demon shroud.

Huh. Me and Haku both tried using Chakra and it didn't work. So why can I still use this... Curious. Newly energized, Zabuza lashed out at the beast with his first, stopping it in its tracks. Hmmm. Let me try something. With that thought, Zabuza reached for the Kubikiribōchō once more. This time, his hands wrapped around the blade and found purchase. With a single pull, he wrenched the blade free, wrapped it within his demon shroud, and hurled straight towards the beasts bony face. With a squelch, the sword buried itself deep within the monster's skull. The monster gave out a low croak, and then burst into a shower of blue light. What...the actual hell...just happened.

"My my, aren't you an interesting case." Zabuza turned to see txxhe source of the voice. Behind him was a woman with long, flowing black hair, dressed in black robes with a white haori. "For a plus you have quite the fight in you. In fact, if we were in the Soul Society, I'd probably attack you right now. Oh, but where are my manners. I am Yachiru Unohana, captain of Squad Eleven of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Who, pray tell, are you?"