What Is This Loving Feeling?
Hello all, my first story after returning to I hope you all like it.
Summary: New feelings have been exposed... touches and tastes have been exchanged... What does this mean for the odd pair? How will this effect their team work in battle? Will things go any farther?
Warning: Well, yaoi of course... Some future things you people might not like... This IS NOT a lemon... Some soft fluff and mushy goodness... THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE, SLAUGHTER, DEATH and a butt gropage x3.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or these characters in any way, shape or form. Perhaps if I did . There would be a lot more secret glances from Zabuza to Haku... And a bit more lovin going on x3.
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Chapter 2 - Of Enemies and Lovers
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Haku felt guilty for treating his master in such a manner, to push him off so indignantly... It was rude, and unappreciative of the young ninja; but necessary to uphold his position. With the demon now on his back, on the floor, against the table, allowing the boy to sit up and take perch, retrieving a concealed needle from the strap of his geta; just in time to counter a barrage of kunai that flew in their direction; Haku having effectively dodged the weapons flying at them, and before had pushed his master out of the way..
"Hunters!" he pointed out, three fully-grown hunter-nin jetted from the trees surrounding the shrine, two equipped with weapons ready; the third's hands free to form seals.
In an attempt to keep his clean room from being messed, as well as protect his precious master of course, Haku charged from the room, jumping high into the air as he slipped two more needles from the straps of his sandals, clenching them between his knuckles while descending upon the enemy, soft dark locks whipping in his face as he did such.
Upon reaching his target, attack was blocked swiftly with another offending kunai, the loud rapping of weapons clash, rang in the air. As he was occupied with one, the other two ran at Zabuza, knowing very well that his master could indeed hold his own, yet still desiring greatly to do his duty; the young man flipped, the brunt of his heavy wooden sandal knocking his opponent in the strong chiseled jaw line that had been hidden beneath a mask of his own. Mask falling away, cracked and broken. The blood of a cracked chin and bitten lip now seeped from the man's mouth as he fell back.
"He is not yours to have!" Haku breathed out in a heavy hiss of anger at his closeness with the demon interrupted. Snapping his wrist in a launch of the twin needles having been held firmly in his soft hands, third concealed for immediate use; weapons caught their marks in the ankle of the bottom of each foot. Movement of either halted suddenly, falling to ground with a dead leg to drag behind. Eyes narrowed in fuming anger, the boy fell to his feet, back to his master, expressionless hatred radiated from his body, so much that words need not be spoke.
As if a blade of heated rage ripped through their bodies, the blood of each hunter splayed itself across the sweet, crisp, dew covered grass that their fresh bodies lay upon, coating the beautiful shade of green in a thick, increasingly large puddle of red. Only then would the demon's eye be drawn back to the younger male, looking upon the pair of kunai within his grasp; wondering briefly where such weapons were concealed. Haku quickly reared on the corpses, dropping the blades in his hand, moving to hurry back in doors, small specks of blood upon his flawless cheeks, adding a slight red close to his pale skin.
The boy dropped to his knees on the wooden floor before where Zabuza sat in front of the table, a now apologetic look upon the boy's face.
"Forgive my rudeness, Zabuza-San." He whispered, hands resting in his lap while his head dropped in a moment of shame.
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The Demon of the Hidden Mist grunted as he was thrown off of the slender body of one beneath him, landing with yet another harsh grunt and a thud on his rump. (Hehe x3 ZabuRump!) Watching intently as his weapon took action, feet perched firmly on the corner edge of the table as he blocked the attack of the offending party, the sound of colliding bits of metal, rang through his ears. Dark eyes followed each and every move; he could nearly hear the wind rush with the speed at which the younger man moved...
Watching as he attacked one while the others sped toward him, grabbing immediately for a weapon at his side... Only to find he didn't need it anymore, the two fell before the entrance, as if they were bowing to his greatness. Looking up once more he found Haku, firmly upon his feet, looking as if someone perhaps had just slaughtered one of his precious snow hare. In the blink of an eye Zabuza was nearly lost to the story line; blood was flying, the fallen attackers had been shredded nearly to ribbons, their ripped flesh gleamed sunlight red, behind his charge; the rivers of blood now rained down upon the grass.
'Good work, boy' He thought to himself, eyes gleaming down at the sight, finding it oddly amusing; Haku had sliced one of the hunters, that closest to the door in fact, nearly in half. The dead man's stomach hung gaping, blood quickly gushing out, along with its contents onto the ground beneath, forming a red soaked mass of flesh and bowels beside him as he convulsed, the last bits of energy leaving his body. A long clear, clean cut running from his upper pelvis to the tip of his chin, mouth hung open another wave of his life fluid dripped, streaming down the side of his face..
The second, to the left of the one cut in two, wasn't in much better shape. Mask slowly slid off of his face, cut perfectly across, the top of the two split sections slipped from broad forehead, leaving a cleaner area of the red stained skin covering said man's face. A deep gash, the length of the kunai's blade, ran over his face, entirely visible once the second half fell to the ground, mouth quivery as blood flowed from the cut that coursed from one ear to the other across the man's eyes and the bridge of his nose. Face of the corpse lolling to the side, allowing the liquid to flow more freely, chunks of flesh, tissue and brain matter. (Yay! Haku sliced through a skull! Woohoo!)
Finally, the third was the most artistic in Zabuza's eyes. This one consisted of five more jagged wounds, all together. Deep lacerations split from foot to hip on each leg, another set from wrist to shoulder on each arm, and finally the dying man's head hung back a bit, head nearly sawed off in such a manner that the contents of his neck were visible. Last vision before darkness overcame him would be the bloody, emotionless face of his killer, replaced by the bright, white speckled, blue of the morning sky.
Zabuza's focus snapped back to his young accomplice once hearing the thud of the boy's knees on the floor, confused at the apology he realized what the young one meant.
"Get up..." He ordered
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Haku stood at his master's request, face concerned at the thought of what his punishment might be... Only to find himself being pulled hard, by the collar of his yukata; feeling like he was flying, or perhaps falling, into the lap of his precious demon, the tight security of strong, warm arms circled around his waist, securing his light form in place. In a slight bout of surprise, large doe eyes looked up into menacing oculars that gleaned down at him, coming closer and closer until the sweet face of the younger man was 'assaulted' by light licks and kisses, sucking up each and every drop of blood that had fallen to his face, trailing to his neck; slender fingers gripped at the broad shoulders of his captor, soft lips pouted gently, allowing a small whimper to escape.
Time passed so quickly... What exactly had happened he didn't know, but soon the moon shown clearly through the open door; a rather horrid stench began to creep within the quiet dwelling... Almost quiet dwelling. Rustling sounds and the sounds of fabric against fabric, gently whimpers and growls penetrated the air around the main room; Haku's yukata hung open, as he was ravished in nips and nibbles, everywhere BUT his face and neck, Zabuza having long ago discarded his mask and most of his clothing as well... Though as far as it seemed, that would be as far as they'd gotten.
"Za...Zabuza-San?" Yet another whimper crossed the flustered pink, and bruised lips, trying to gain his master's attention.
"Hnn?" Came a grunted reply as warm mouth was occupied on Haku's bellybutton.
"I...It's evening... I... I must... ngh... dinner..." The boy could hardly speak let alone cook in such a state.
A foreign and rather eerie smirky-grin plastered itself over the demon's face. "You ARE dinner..." he said, continuing his ministrations.
Haku felt bad... he wanted to please his master, and yet here he was; though it was obvious that the one above him would have been the dominant, the beautiful young man had hardly gotten a taste of what it was he wanted most. After mustering up the strength to speak again, trying something, ANYTHING to stop this glorious torture.
"Zabuz...za-Sa...n?" His voice broken by a sharp gasp and arch of the back as a fuzzy surge sent its way through his body, leaving his feet nearly numb, eyes having snapped shut in alarm at the sudden sensation, slowly opened to see his master had aimed his oral actions slightly lower...
"Mph?" Came yet another grunt, muffled though it was.
"Th... uh... smell..." He yelped a bit as the cold air hit his 'entire' body once more, hearing a sigh from his master once such happened.
Zabuza wiped his mouth of a bit of saliva trailing down the corner of his lip, looking down at the object of such odd behavior. "Fine..." he growled out, obviously rather unhappy with the distraction his companion had presented him with... "Get dressed." He hissed, annoyed as such. The large man redressed, tying his bandage mask in place yet again, glaring down at the boy.
Strangely he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the small frame of his weapon while the boy fumbled a bit with the fabric of his clothing, a blush clearly painted across his moon bathed cheeks. Tying the sash hurriedly around his waist, he stood with the demon; looking down at the floor, unable to face to piercing eyes for some odd reason.
"Let's get it over with..." Gruff words came, the sound of the man stepping out onto the porch and down into the grass, now covered and caked with insects wanting to devour the corpses of the bodies that had lain from morning to night, enduring the sun's heat and weather's brutal grasp.
Already having begun to decompose, a fox gnawed generously upon the flesh of one of the trio, when it growled at the approaching form, it received a hard kick from a somewhat deprived Zabuza. Nodding and following in suit, delicate feet with painted nails slipped into his sandals that had been discarded carelessly by the door, hopping down into the grass and leaning down to grab the wrist of one body while the larger grabbed a hold of two, one by loose, long hair and the other by the hem of a cloak. Dragging them deep into the forest for the wild to devour.
After they left the remains somewhere away from their current home, the sweet boy caught sight of something intriguing and began to walk toward what it was that held his attention.
Without a word the larger followed, curious as to what it was that could've lead the boy so far ahead into an area they'd not traveled yet. Before long Haku stepped into a moon filled clearing, a few second before his master could fallow, leaving a breath taking sight to be seen. The silver light of the evening cascaded over the features of his charge, illuminating his smiled though his lips were pouting and bruised, ebony tresses glowed and shimmered bright in the dancing starlight, the sweet creamy skin was brilliantly aflame in the assassin's eyes, so much so that his heart, which so rarely beat was stopped dead. All these things could hardly compare to that look, eyes, those ghostly chocolate eyes, as if they were glistening with the sweetest of thoughts, the most innocent of dreams; so much so that it wasn't fair.
'That smile' Thought the demon. '...my smile.' And that was that... No criticism from the back of his mind at such a possessive thought over something so small, so weak.
Though Zabuza had never before realized; it was truly his smile, one only he'd really ever seen, though it'd gone unnoticed since the first time it appeared on those innocent lips.
'Why?.. Why does that smile haunt me so?' He knew his calm thoughts were too good to be true. 'He will never be truly yours, Zabuza.' Another voice chimed in his head. 'But he is... My weapon, my tool... My Haku.' He smirked triumphantly at such a thought. 'Mine... All mine...' Yet, a nagging feeling, something bothered him, and it began to pick at the back of his brain as hard as he tried to push it aside.
Shaking this off as best he could, the demon stepped forward into the clearing, the moon's rays coming to rest on his features as well.
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Haku's breath hitched in his throat when the strong hansom man that was his savior, entered the clearing. Each muscle of his exposed upper body was brightened with each bit of skin the light shown upon. Once hard and callous eyes seemed to turn soft and gentle in such lighting as the boy's knees collapsed beneath him with the flutter of his heart, looking up at the form that advanced upon him, enveloping him in shadow now that he sat, unable to stand in a patch of soft wild flowers.
'W...What's happened to him?' The boy wondered, slightly alarmed at the new sight of his master in such a welcoming state. 'He's different... What has happened to my precious person? H...Have I... Done something to change him?' He asked curiously within his head, when a sudden touch to the face snapped him from his sweet thoughts.
"Haku..." Deep voice spoke behind the worn bandages. The boy's eyes closed partially as he watched the face of the murderer that held his heart, come closer. Feeling a soft nuzzled, nearly the touch of a pillow, upon his cheek.
"Zabuza-San..." He whispered in return, not daring to take such a token of affection lightly, despite their previous hours of touch, taste and exploration. Slowly he wrapped his arms around powerful midsection, pulling his master as close as he could, moving to snuggle his face into that strong expanse of skin, known as the large male's chest. Beautiful eyes closing in the warm embrace, feeling as if he were wrapped in the most wonderful blanket made in the history of the world, despite the chill of the evening he was cozier than he'd ever been before, noticing the face of his enchanting master bury itself in his hair.
Somehow along this happy moment, his consciousness slipped from his grasp.
He was running, running fast and far... Running after something... Something he loved... Something... Something precious...
Precious...
"Ha...ku" He heard a feeble voice call.
"Zabuza... Zabu-Kun..." a voice resounded, looking around he questioned where it'd come from... "Zabu-Kun..." then realizing it was his own.
Blood...
Death...
The stench of a fresh body hung in the air, coppery scent and the flavor of blood circulated around his form, strong and stronger with each step.
"H...Haku..." He heard that quiet voice, so familiar... Yet, so foreign. "I wish..." There was a long, grueling pause that hung heavy on Haku's heart. "...I could go to the same place as you..." Then... Silence. Haku felt emptiness; his eyes open to find himself lying flat on his back on a hard, stone surface. Looking, very slowly to the side, the pain in his neck and the harsh taste of his own blood in his mouth, stung at his innards; his heart fell into the darkest abyss the mighty universe could muster, the demon... the devil that he held so very close to his spirit, was broken... The unfamiliar sight of tears in his master's eyes, the expression of utter defeat and sadness on his face... The pang of sorrow and shock when Haku awoke as he was leaving this world, falling limp... A single tear, fell from his eye before darkness enveloped him yet again, the heartache that such a scene had caused, was too much for his broken body to take.
Shocked orbs snapped open, he shot up in bed...
"ZABU-KUN!" he shrieked, panting heavily in excitement... "ZABUZA!" he stood fast, looking around frantically, the thumping pound of his heart in his ears was all he could hear, even the call of his own voice was lost in the beat.
There was nothing, no sign of his companion in doors, he checked his master's room, feeling a tad out of place barging in like that; the kitchen, nothing; the bath shed behind the main building, still not a sign...
"Zabu-Kun." Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he heard a snap... Gaze narrowed and he jumped back, barely missed as a pair of shuriken whipped past his face.
"Always be on guard, boy." The powerful voice commanded as the tall feature stood upon the roof, large cleaver in hand...
He looked so relieved, nearly sinking to the ground, but not to dare as he'd been challenged so abruptly. Realizing that he was not in the same attire as the previous day, it was clear to say that not a single weapon was upon his form, thus he retrieved the shuriken from the ground near his feet, charging quickly at his sensei, he jumped high, flinging a shuriken from his grasp with a precise aim. A weird smirk placed itself on his lips as the attack was blocked by the large cleaver, still coming down upon his master at the time. Boy landed gently upon the blade, his balance alike that of a cat, and as such, he pounced; palm placed on his master's shoulder to quickly flip behind him, legs wrapped around his waist from behind, a position like that of a child's piggy back ride, shuriken placed at that brawny neck.
Even in his unprepared state, Haku could best his master in speed and the wit to thing of a new plan in the span of a split second.
"Good morning Zabuza-San." He said happily.
"Yea... Was all that screaming necessary?" he asked, looking back at his charge over his shoulder.
"Oh..." Haku climbed off his back and looked away, blushing... "I... I had a nightmare..." he slid carefully off the roof, landing with bent knees; the soft spray of near morning air, brushed itself against his cheeks as he retreated into the shrine.
Placing the blank look on his face once more; the boy padded quietly into the kitchen, beginning to prepare a breakfast for his master with the left over pork meat and what little rice remained in the small bowl he'd been saving. Boiling some water, the boy dropped a few meat soaked, small bones of the pig-carcass in into the water filled bowl. Footsteps, thumping through the walls of the house...
'No...No no no no... Don't... Please... No No' He thought, squeezing his eyes shut... Yet the presence behind him was unmistakable, causing a defeated sigh to escape his lips.
"Haku?" the ruthless voice flowed as music would in his ears. "Tell me."
The boy stood as the food simmered over the small fire he'd prepared, turning to the larger male he'd look up into those hard, malice filled eyes.
"Forgive me... For my actions... It was not my place to impose upon you, Zabuza." He bowed his head and brushed past the tall form of his savior, padding to his own room to change and bathe. Leaving a rather confused demon behind, wondering how in hell his tool dared refuse him an answer... Let alone apologize for something he actually had no control over. But that was just like the boy, always apologizing, always baffling him in the oddest ways.
Subtle body sat on the messed futon in his room, head in his hands over the conflict raging in his mind and the memory of the treacherous dream that plagued his pretty head. Haku grabbed yet another hair tie from his pile of clothing, tying it up into the tight, oh so familiar bun that had become his habit, though without his yellow swash of fabric, it didn't quite feel right. Perhaps he would go search for it on the route he'd chased his master the previous day...
The previous day...
A blush crept its way once again to his cheeks; he could feel it, those touches... Those lips... That... That breath on his skin. He'd never known that brutal murderer could be so gentle, especially when it came to him. But it didn't feel right; he wasn't deserving of such affections... Someone like Zabuza, like his master, deserved someone on his level, not a tool, not a mere weapon like himself.
'I... Why... Why did he touch me like that? And, why did I... Why did I touch back?' The answers to any of these questions were all lost to him as he got up, folding his mattress carefully, folding the blanket then placing it and the pillow on top of the folded pad. Deciding he'd wash later, Haku untied his sleep robe, allowing it to fall to the floor in a pool at his feet as he began to dress in his usual clothing. Finding that since the attack last night, there must indeed be more hunters in the area.
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Shadowed eyes narrowed in anger as the boy left his sight.
'What is that brat trying to pull?!' The rage surged through his veins... 'I told you he'd never truly be yours...' Zabuza clenched his fist tight, short nails nearly cut into his hand with such a devastating grip, he stormed through the main room and down the hall, throwing open Haku's bedroom door. Growling like the animal he was, his eyes fell on his charge, the boy stood there in not but his pants and sandals, hair up in a bun like that... Top in hand...
"How dare you..." Zabuza growled once more, advancing quickly upon his student... The new look of fear within Haku's eyes as the large man came at him. Grabbing his neck tight, the demon pushed him up against the hard beam of the wall; slender legs and small feet hanging helplessly in the tight grasp, not daring to even try removing the forceful hand of the man at his throat, the heartless beast that clenched its grip around his neck didn't seem to care that he couldn't breathe now and his gaze was getting foggy.
He descended his face down upon the boy in a bruising, ruthless kiss that caused a whimper of pain to escape the crunched throat, he felt the strength of the boy's neck beginning to give at the strength of his hold; throwing gentle creature to the floor he charged, overtaking the small frame of his victim with savage force; ripping the pants from his body, assaulting the silky skin anywhere and in any way he could, leaving welts, bruises and bite marks everywhere he trailed before grabbing his arm and turning him over, smashing his face into the floor, ignoring the tears that near fell from those beautiful eyes.
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With his arm forced behind his back, in a snare almost as painful as the one that he been on his neck, he made not a sound as his master began what would be a day full of pain and agony for the young boy; he'd manage to take a hold of a lock of hair in his mouth, to silence the whimpers, yelps, gasps and screams that threatened so helplessly to erupt from his black and blue throat.
Later
Limp, tired, bleeding... Gentle curves of his form laid there, used and abused to the point that he didn't know anymore if he could go on. Not long ago his master had pulled away, wiping rough lips of the boy's blood, having taken a nice big bite into his shoulder. Rigid breath escaped his chest, trying so hard not to let out a sound as silent sobs wracked his body. Longing so desperately for his limbs to move, to reach for the kunai concealed within his mattress, to end this wretched pain and suffering. The last words his master had spoken, echoed within his mind.
"I don't like the taste of things I cannot devour." It was more of a hiss in his ringing ears than actual words.
Tears still streaked down his face, eyes red and puffy with hours of crying through the duration of his master's ministrations. What had he done to deserve this? What had happened to anger his precious one so? He couldn't understand what had gone so terribly wrong, though he didn't quite understand what had happened, he knew it wasn't right, nothing that hurt so much could possibly be right. Physical pain wasn't all that plagued the poor boy, his heart was broken, his spirit shattered... Everything in his mind had numbed and he could hardly see through the fog of hurt and tears that clouded his tender gaze.
Something caught his attention, a smell... Something burning, it dawned on him that the food he'd been preparing earlier that morning had been boiling to now, mid-afternoon. Stewing, broiling... simmering away to nothingness; the liquid that'd filled the bowl had steamed away, the meat and bone that'd been flavoring the stew were burnt, and the bowl itself was charred, ruined. Sweet young man tried desperately to move, to get to the food, not wanting to anger his master farther.
Too late...
Crashes were heard as the bowl flew across his vision, smashing into a wall farther down the hall, the snarl of his master's wrath clearly heard throughout the building, various small animals and other such creatures fled from anywhere around the structure, fear of being eaten alive by this fearsome monster.
It was early evening before Haku could final lift himself from the floor again, blood caking his thighs, legs and rump, merely bending to his knees caused a howl of pain in his backside and lower back region. (Poor baby TT) Slowly, very slowly, he inched his way closer to the mattress.
'I... Have shamed...My master...' The thoughts rang clear in his head as he fished around the folds of the cushions with one weak hand, hopefully looking for the kunai that he'd placed there for emergencies.
But alas, he was not so lucky... It was gone, the on salvation he had left was missing.
'He...He knew... He knew and wanted me to suffer...' Haku sat there, naked; with his legs curled to his body, he sat slightly upon his hip, as his butt was far too sore to stand the contact. Having heard the monster that he cared so much for, leave the dwelling earlier that day, not having heard him return, the boy thought perhaps that he was safe to try to bathe. Standing was quite the feet, having crawled over to the wall nearest to his bowl; he took it in hand, cloth going along for the ride. Using the wall as a brace, his shaking knees trying so hard to support his weight, feeling more of the warm liquid, along with some of his master's 'essence' flowing from his body, down his legs only to drip, unnoticed to the floor as he slowly inched his way to the pump outside, groans past his lips, the horrible feeling of his muscles straining despite the sharp pain that aimed itself between the soft cushioned cheeks of his backside.
After quite some time he made it to the porch, and faced the stairs with and sorrow filled dread on his face, tears still rolling freely down his bruise speckled cheeks, he held the beam and took a shaky step forward; still trying to grip the beam firmly, he took another step forward before letting go. As he willed his foot to push forward, he knew it was a mistake; the unbridled pain in his back intensified as he felt that sinking feeling and the hard corner of the stair collided with his spine... He continued to tumble to the grass below, his washbasin shattering as it hit the hard stoop.
He lay there...
Motionless...
Battered and bruised in so many ways...
Broken in mind, body and spirit...
Darkness filled his sight; numbness filled his body. Then, there was nothing.
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'Cold...' His mind suddenly stung. 'Cold... Water.' He stirred, eyes opening slightly at the chill that ran down his aching body.
"Don't try moving."
He stiffened at that voice, his body becoming rigid in his weakened state, causing him to wince and whine in the same second; earning another jolt of searing pain from the bruising upon his face. Strong, that gaze was strong, strong enough to feel through intense aching and closed eyes. The cold continued, cloth as chill as winter, trailed itself over his creamy skin; pangs of fear and agony gripped his mind.
'Don't show him your fear... You are a too... This was just another use...' Those words played over and over through his mind, trying harder and harder each moment to convince himself that was the truth. 'I live solely for his happiness, for his dream... For his desire.' Wincing at a bruise being pressed upon by the cloth his master wielded, coursing carefully over every inch of exposed flesh, being that he was nude left little to be said.
It wasn't long before he was left, alone once more; he wanted to curl up beneath his blanket and die... But the boy was more than sure he couldn't move very much due to his injuries, lying there alone was causing his rump to sting with the splits to his innards.
Again, the gentle hand of sleep took hold of his senses, enveloping him in the comforting cradle of unconsciousness, willing his being to relax, urging the healing process to begin and end as quickly as possible.
It was not a restful slumber, his subconscious stabbed at him, like an ice pick in the snow. Why did it bother him so much? Why did it hurt so much? In his unrest he tossed and turned, no matter how long it truly lasted, it didn't seem to last long enough to the poor boy. Just as those big beautiful eyes closed, they opened again, as if only a split second later.
"Finally... Brat." The all-too-familiar voice assaulted his ears, causing a groggy groan to escape his throat. "Been out for damn near a week... Thought you were gonna die on me." The dark voice was followed by a cold chuckle...
That made it all worse; broken heart shattered farther, and for some unknown reason he felt like puking, yet only stomach acid weaseled its way up his gullet. Weak hands gripped feebly at the soft, white, cotton covers that draped over his supple curves, willing himself not to cry, willing the pain and depression toward what'd happen to go away; no such luck.
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DUN DUN DUN! I are an ebil, ebil authoress. Horrible, ebil to the poor Haku... He be rapeded x.x What got into Zabu-Kun?
IT IS FAR FROM OVER!
Blu
