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Exhausted

Now, I may not be the most outdoorsy person there is in this world. But I considered myself now a days a little all right when it came to being outside. I mean after I had a break up with my last boyfriend, I had started to go out more and more….

But I really… Really… HATED Camping. I mean, if I went with my best friend/ non related family member Kris and I went with her, that was fine, but here.

Now.

In this rickety old shack, with Zabuza Momochi, a psychotic killer who was glaring at me every moment he was awake, only to stop to tell me to get water now and then. I was finding my tolerance level for being outside slowly (quickly) shooting down to zero. Particularly because it had yet to stop raining. And my clothing had gotten ants in them. Making me of course soak them again to get the drown fucking insects out, and now they were hanging up to try.

I could only wear just my Akatsuki cloak for so long. After all, I liked Clean clothes best. Shutting my eyes I sighed as I let my head lean back and thump against the wall. The shinobi up to his own devices as he was searching through my backpack for the umpteenth time today. Occasionally finding a pen, pulling it out, staring, then shoving it back in.

Really now, he was getting better, which was good for him. But I didn't know if it was good for me.

I stared at my toes and wiggled them in my frustration and boredom. All I wanted to do right now was curl up on a bed, and go to sleep. But any padding there was I gave to the wounded man sitting not five feet from me. Looking him up and down I wondered how comfy he might be.

Providing he didn't throw me off him again. For someone who was supposed to be hurt he was still awfully strong. Slowly I leaned forward, my back cracked multiple times and I turned, laying flat on the ground in which it cracked again in my lower back. Letting out a sigh I started to stare up at the ceiling in thought before quickly popping back up and resting a hand on my crossed legs.

I was getting old and I didn't like it. I had aches and pains in places that just annoyed me, I think my hand had arthritis, my neck would hurt now and then, and my lower back…. That's where it hurt the most… and no matter what I did, I couldn't ever crack it.

…which sucked. Shutting my eyes the thunder rumbled over head and I let out a very low breath. My hands clenching at my sides and then one coming back behind my head in my annoyance. Looking over at Zabuza, I saw he was now laying down on his stomach and his hands braced. He wasn't… was he?

He did a full push up.

He was, the idiot. Slowly I shut my eyes and heard a grunt, then watched him fall onto his front and simply glare at his arm. He had three expressions so far from what I could see. Scowl, glare, and grimace. Usually he was doing the second. I would to if I was wounded and stuck in this rickety shack.

I was just stuck, so I was bored. Slowly I looked up at him to find him glaring to the side at me, but it was a different kind of glare. Slowly his face moved back into that neutral expression. I decided to approach him now. He didn't move as I finally came to his side, sitting on my knees and looking down at his wounds. They were still pretty bad, despite my stitching handy work. Slowly I let my hands move over one of them and looked at him quietly seeing him do nothing but turn his head and gaze at me.

Those brown eyes were still endless, and it boggled my mind but bugged the hell out of me at the same time. My hands splayed gently as I began to feel for hot, red, and infected. When I was done, checking his arms as well, I sat back and sighed lightly crossing my arms and watching him.

The quiet continued before he slowly groaned and moved to sit back up. I watched him hunch and winced as his stitches pulled. He only grimaced again before sitting up straight and turning to me. Now we just stared.

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We have one Major problemo. I sweat dropped as the snippy voice finally stopped and shifted lightly looking back up so we made eye contact. I slouched lightly and he shoved my shoulder making me sit back up. I glared lightly at this and remained slouching.

He glared now. Slowly I fixed my posture; he gave a nod of satisfaction. After a few moments, I lost my posture again and he began to scowl once again. I sighed and shrugged, I couldn't help it, I sat in front of a computer or in a desk all day and my back just screamed for me to remain slouched.

I missed being able to sit up straight with out being uncomfortable. Which was only when I was driving my truck back at home. Too bad I didn't take it with me to college.

To bad you got hit by a Bus! The snippy voice laughed. I gave a soft growl of annoyance and looked to the side. The fucking thing needed to die; it hadn't been this active since I had gotten out of the ER after my attack.

Oh quit bitching, I'm more conversational than this big thug. I sighed softly and shut my eyes leaning my head back and then slowly looking forward again. He was staring at me oddly making me frown. The quiet held a few more moments before he reached forward and touched my right shoulder.

I flinched away from his hand immediately and placed a hand on the scarred piece of flesh, rubbing it instinctively. I didn't like attention to it, but I didn't really care either. Slowly he looked past me and then outside, before looking back at me, he beckoned me closer and though I reaaaally didn't want to. I complied and shuffled forward. Looking at the dirt floor he began to draw, I followed his gaze and blinked.

He drew out a scarf, two crosses… the grave sight. He circled the scarf, he wanted it apparently. I looked up at him before he pointed at me, and then pointed outside. I looked out towards the pouring rain and then back at him, "….You want me to go get the scarf from the other grave?" He slowly stared at me, eyebrows furrowing as though saying, "I don't understand you, you idiot." Before he nodded slowly. I sighed and bowed my head, then scratched the back of it before lumbering to my feet.

Grabbing my socks from above on a rafter I checked them for bugs then pulled them on before dropping the cloak and hanging it and pulling on the wet clothing. He watched me with interest as I yanked on my pants and shirt, before finding my sneakers and shoving them on. Opening the door I looked out in distaste before looking back at him. Showing him my expression I Clearly did not want to do this.

His own saying he Clearly didn't give a shit. Silently I exited and let it swing shut behind me.

Men.


He had watched her leave with a simple look before he slowly leaned back against the wall. His eyes lidded and his breathing soft. Really he didn't expect her to get it, but she was a little smarter than he guessed. He knew for a fact though that if he kept sending her out in the rain she'd get sick. He shut his eyes, he didn't really care. But it would be a pain in the ass to have to stay in one place for long… speaking of which.

He looked down at his body then at his clothing. Filthy from laying in the dirt, and being buried, disgusting from not being washed… he looked at the cloak hanging up, then slowly at his pants. He began to take them off immediately.

Once he was rid of the disgusting pieces of cloth, he grasped hold of the cloak, yanked it down, and pulled it on himself, zipping it lightly. It reached his knees while it reached her ankles, and he had no doubt it was made for a man as he was only a little snug inside it.

Yes people, even Zabuza Momochi had a dirtiness limit. And he had reached it. Slowly he looked up at the absence of her footsteps and slowly shut his eyes. He couldn't track her by chakra, cause she had none that he could sense, and he didn't really like that either. Moving to his feet, and using the wall, he managed to move himself closer to the door. Disgust filled him at the same time of his moving, the weakness the wounds had brought him annoying, but he refused to crawl right now.

He slumped beside the door once he reached it and sat quietly for a few moments. He shut his eyes and then exhaled. She was getting Haku's scarf, retrieving it for him because he couldn't. Stubbornly he shoved his head up but then slowly lost the will to before letting his head bow again. His hand coming up to cup his forehead as Haku's face flashed through his mind. He had failed him, Zabuza had failed him.

He didn't deserve to live, he really didn't… but he had a debt now. He gritted his teeth in rage and slammed a fist against wall behind him… it gave out, his feet pressed to the ground and grabbed the bag she had with her, he launched backwards and slammed against a tree, his eyes widened, pain ripped from his back, and he let out a low growl. Slumping he felt the warm liquid of blood move down his back, great, he was getting blood on the cloak.

Slumping he stared ahead, his vision was getting fuzzy…. Slowly he let his vision go black before he began to drift into unconsciousness.


I let out a low breath as I was coming back; the rain had thoroughly soaked my ass. I shut my eyes tightly following where I knew the shack. I blinked how ever as I came across a thing of rubble. I paused for a moment, then launched forward, grabbing the wood I began lift and throw, checking out what I could before slowly pausing and something was in the corner of my eye.

There he was….

In my cloak. I twitched but then ran to him, not seeing if he was breathing before I got there and grabbed his shoulders. I shook him, "Zabuza!" He didn't stir, I checked his breathing and then my hand came to his back, I paused as warm and wet reached my senses. I slowly frowned and reached around in my pockets then towards him. What the hell could I do? Standing up straight I frowned, and then let out a soft breath.

He reopened his stitches…. I reached up an grasped his chin. "Zabuza…." He breathed softly but didn't respond to me. I then grasped his shoulders and shook him, "Zabuza! You lummox! I can't move you as well if you're unconscious! Wake up!" Still nothing. Worry began to fill me before I thought about it. He was….

Zabuza was at least a jonin rank right? It was risky but…. My hands slammed out onto his shoulders in a way of an attack.

It happened quickly, I felt pain in my chest and then he was on top of me, eyes widened and his breathing soft. A blade was against my throat, his hand kept both of mine up and pinned to my chest. Shutting my eyes I breathed and arched my neck. Slowly he became aware and we studied each other. He moved off me, laying on his chest and starting to cough. I shut my own eyes and slowly sat up and rubbed both my wrists before sitting forward and looking at him.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and slowly grasped his arm, watching his eyes widen. With a groan, I used the strength in my back and lifted. I thanked that his body was so light… he glanced at me while I grimaced before I used my other hand and took the folded up scarf from my pocket. Slowly he took it nodding.

We began to walk. It was slow, unpleasant, and smelly… very smelly. He had pulled and led me with simple pressures to my neck with his arm where it had slung over it. I looked at him slowly and he looked back as we had gone deeper into the woods.

Then we reached it, I stared wide eyed at the cabin before slowly taking the naked, bleeding, barely conscious man, except for my cloak, and moving to it. He used a little more effort of shoving me ahead before pointing to the left. I saw the glint, and reached down, grasping the key before pushing back up with a loud groan.

Unlocking the door, we both stumbled in and I used both arms around his waist to keep him up as my legs were about to give up. His foot came and shut the door with a kick, it was much warmer in here…

I was starting to feel sooo sleepy…

Stay away woman! The snippy voice snapped, I felt a little push in my mind and my eyes opened a little before I stumbled towards the plastic covered couch. He all but moved and collapsed on it, then proceeded to tear my cloak. I watched as the zipper broke from the rest of it and he tugged it off, throwing it to the side.

I was too tired to care, and given where I was, it was for the best more than likely. Leaning forward I put my hands on my knees and studied the damage. Then the blade in his hand. Prying it from him I moved about searching the cabinets before finding a pot.

I had a lot of work ahead of me…. And I really didn't want to do it. Slowly looking over at him, I saw him looking back at me before shutting his eyes. Did he trust me? I slowly moved forward after finding water and putting the pot on the stove to the side. Then starting it. I needed to sterilize the blade…

I knew how to cauterize a wound… and it wouldn't be pretty. I would have to keep him from moving too… he wouldn't like it. I knew this already…

Once again.

I was too tired to give a shit.


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