Yeah. I know. TWO YEARS! What the hell was I thinking? Sorry kids. I'm horrible at keeping up to date with stuff, so please bear with me. At least I finally wrote another chapter. I'll try to continue writing, just message me and bug me, do something like that. It guilts me into writing. But lucky for you all I have improved greatly at my writing skills.
Sweat trickled down Kirra's forehead as she landed on roof of the building behind Zabuza. He had been testing her for the past four hours, and it was beginning to show. Kirra had many purple bruises starting to appear on her pale skin, and there were several small cuts and gashes littering her body. This has to end. Soon.
Kirra pulled out wire and senbon from her waist pouch and soon devised a plan and a trap to perhaps win the tortuous spar. After that was set up she crawled across the roof to the edge where she could easily jump down when her plan went off. She picked up a rock laying near her feet and let it fall onto the ground beneath her. As she planned, Zabuza whipped around to face the sound. Kirra smirked, knowing she was well hidden, then pulled the end of the wire she had been holding. From there a series of senbon and kunai started flying towards Zabuza from where she had been only moments ago. He whirled around thinking he had been fooled, which he had, unbeknownst to him.
Kirra started whistling a strange tune as she leapt from where she was, once again making Zabuza turn, getting hit by the still flying weapons. Kirra whistled louder, now that her opponent was weak. His weakened state made him more vulnerable to the sound frequencies that were laced with her chakra, making him more and more lethargic. She bounded over to where he was and pointed a kunai at his throat and a senbon towards his heart. "Gotcha."
"Hnn," was all Zabuza managed to get out before falling over dead asleep. Kirra smirked again and then dragged him to a dark corner and then went on to the small house they occupied.
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"Haku?" Kirra called out as she entered the filthy abode. She stepped around the trash piled in front of the door and walked deeper into the house. "Haku?" she called out again.
She stopped as she heard a muffled grunt coming through one of the doors. Thinking he was hurt in some way, she threw open the door, almost dislodging it from its hinges and ran in. Haku had been doing pull ups on a makeshift bar hanging from the ceiling, shirtless. Both their faces turned red and Kirra muttered an embarrassed, "Sorry," and stumbled out of the room to the bathroom to start cleaning her wounds.
She undressed and threw the torn and battered clothing to the floor and turned on the shower. As she soaked in the water, her thoughts wandered to the image of Haku shirtless. She blushed and tried to push the image from her mind. We're comrades! I shouldn't be feeling this way. It's just a silly infatuation from being saved. He probably doesn't feel anything for me anyways, so I should just let these feelings die before I get hurt. As her face fell she finished bathing and then turned off the water and opened to curtain. She grabbed a towel and did a quick towel dry of her hair and body before sitting on the toilet lid and grabbing the first aid stuff, still wrapped in her towel.
As she poured anti-septic on the deeper wounds, she flinched too much and ended up pouring way too much. The liquid seeming to burn her skin as it cascaded down her arm over the many cuts. An involuntary vocalization was ripped from her throat as she stumbled to right the bottle with one hand, only to find that it had already been righted. She looked up and saw Haku standing there, holding the bottle of antiseptic.
"Here, let me." Haku said taking the gauze away from Kirra's lap and kneeling down in front of you as he began to dab at the cuts with the ointment, and then continued to bandaging them. Only when he had finished cleaning her cuts, she remembered that she was only wearing a towel. Kirra's face flushed as she looked at Haku who looked back with a kind expression and lightly tinged cheeks.
"Thank you." Kirra said looking down, trying to hide her flaming face. Haku put a finger under he chin to lift her face when the sound of a door slamming echoed down the hall. "Zabuza's back." Kirra said, looking at Haku.
Haku rose, kissed her on the cheek, and then left the small foggy bathroom to go meet Zabuza, while Kirra sat there, the blush intensified by the slight friction of Haku's lips against the skin of her cheek. Then once agin remembering her attire, or lack there of, hurried to her room to dress.
