Author's Notes: Two or three more chapters left! Hope I didn't rush this chapter, but the end is coming soon! Oh noes for you, but good for me cuz it's hard keeping up with fanfics! Hope you all enjoy!

Like Snow

The ceiling… How long had he been staring at it? Probably a good hour or two, but he didn't care. He just needed something to get his mind off what had just happened. He felt like a complete moron. How could he have been so naïve! How could he have been so foolish? How could he have said that! He shouldn't have, but he did. What on earth possessed him to in the first place? He should have just kept his mouth shut, but he didn't. Noooo. He has to open his big fat mouth and utter those three little words that no one should when they just met someone! Especially to someone they met that day!

Haku gave a sigh and sat up on his bed. He laid his hand on his face and let out a groan. Why? Why? Why? Why did he have to be so incredibly stupid? He sat there for a moment and then glanced at his clock. It was 12 o'clock exact and he knew he should be already asleep, but he was completely restless. Also, he didn't even start on his homework and boy, did he have a lot to do. He couldn't help it though. His mind was a complete mess. He stood up and then went over to his desk, where his homework was laid out. He took a seat, grabbed a pencil and began to scribble away into the night.

Haku pulled Zabuza's face close and kissed him on the forehead ever so gently. And then he said something he shouldn't have said.

"I love you."

Zabuza pulled away from him quickly and stared at him. His dark eyes, wide with… fear? …Fear? Why? Zabuza slowly got up and turned away from Haku, who was sitting, half naked, on his bed.

"Zabuza…?" Haku whispered and tried to reach for him, but the older teen flinched from his touch. Haku could feel his eyes start to water, but he held back his tears and let out a small sniffle. He then got up, slightly tripping from his pants, and tried to touch the older teen once more, only to have his wrist caught in a rough grip.

"Leave… NOW."

By 2'o clock, Haku was snuggled into his bed. His hair splayed upon his cream colored pillow and his body wrapped in dark blue blankets. He laid there for a bit; his tears flowing down his soft porcelain cheeks. His eyes were wide at first, but soon they slowly closed. A small sob could be heard from the silent room and after that, a few more sobs followed. How was he going to manage tomorrow in school? Should he even bother going to school tomorrow? Well, he would have to go to school sometime and there was no point missing school due to…

Part of him didn't want to see him due to embarrassment, but part of him did. He wanted to apologize to him and tell him to forget what happened. But how could he forget? How could they both forget what happened between them?

"Leave… NOW." Zabuza said rather harshly as pointed to the door. His back was still turned away from him. Haku didn't know what to do, but he soon began to pull up with boxers and pants and zipper up, while holding back his tears and the sobs that desperately wanted to come out. After tidying up, he sulked slowly to the door, but before leaving he stopped and turned around.

"Zabuza…" He tried to reason with the senior once more.

"Just leave, Haku," Zabuza said. His voice was cold and his back was still turned away from him as if he was ashamed at what just happened and at what he said. Haku stared at his back and then glanced at the ground and let a tear roll down his pale face. He then turned and left in silence, not seeing that the older teen turned around with eyes full of regret.

BRRRRRIIIINNNNNNG! BRRRRRIIIINNNNNNG!

Haku's eyes shot wide open and his body jerked quickly, causing him to sit up. He stared at his clock to read 6:30 am upon the face. It was time to get up. He got up quickly and grimaced as another ring came from the clock. He made his way over to his dresser, picked up the red clock, and shut off the alarm before another ring was thrown his way. How he hated the sound. After putting the small shiny clock back on his dresser, he made his way out of his room to prepare for school.

After taking a quick shower, brushing his hair while brushing his teeth at the same time, and popping a cherry filled pop tart into his mouth, he bid his mother, who was pouring some coffee for herself, goodbye. He then stepped outside and took a big breath of fresh air. Then he made his way to school.

Haku left Zabuza's house in shame and with even more tears than before. He walked away from the house, his head bent down and his hands wrapped around his backpack's straps. Last time the senior came rushing outside, calling out to him and apologizing, but this time it wouldn't happen. Haku knew he fucked up pretty badly and why on earth would Zabuza come rushing to him, apologizing, when it wasn't his fault? Haku just continued to walk until he reached his house, where he flung himself on his bed and laid there for the next few hours, crying his heart out.

Haku stood in front of the school's main entrance, with a look upon his face as if he were debating to go in or not. He took another deep breath and opened the door and headed in. First he stopped at his locker and then he walked around the hallways for a bit, watching other students walk by him, talking to their friends and such. First class started at 7:30 and it was 7:20 by Haku's wrist watch. He had a bit of time to kill, but he didn't know what to do, so he just wander through the halls watching other students. By the time it hit 7:28, many were running or dashing to their class, but Haku took his time as he made his way to Miss Tsunade's for Zabuza would be there.

When the 7:30 bell rang, Haku was making his way to his seat, noticing that Zabuza was not there, as well as Kakashi. Once the bell ended, Miss Tsunade, entered the room. "Good morning class!" she said, her voice thundered out. A few simple, tired students replied back with a good morning, but Haku remained silent. He fingered at his lined sheet with his poem on it, hoping it was okay. He wasn't sure if it was due today for Miss Tsunade never assigned a due date, but he did it anyway just to be safe. He watched at the busty blond woman glanced at the classroom; a frown fell upon her face.

"Great," she mutter out loud, "Kakashi and Zabuza are once again…" But before she could finish her sentence, the door slammed open and walked in none other, Kakashi and Zabuza.

"Well, well, well," Tsunade started out, "What's your excuse this time?"

"Well, we simply…" Kakashi started out, but Zabuza gave Kakashi a knowing look causing the silver haired teen to shut up.

"Oh please, do enlighten us," Tsunade sarcastically said, as the two made their way to their seats. Kakashi gave Zabuza a look, which made Zabuza just shrug his shoulders as he sat down.

"Never mind," was all Kakashi said which surprised Miss Tsunade and the whole class, including Haku. Tsunade's face look a bit shock, but went away as her eyebrows furrowed and she slammed her hand upon her desk.

"Very well then!" She said and continued with, "So yesterday, you kids had homework! I hope you all did it because what I have in store for you today is a fun activity dealing with it! What is it you ask? Well here is your "fun" activity... You get to read your poems out loud to the class! How does that sound everyone?"

Groans, moans, and muttering went throughout the classroom, causing the bust blond to slam her hand on her desk once more.

"Quiet down!" she barked and the room fell silent. "I don't care how much you don't feel like reading your poems out loud or how much you think your poem sucks or how you're not a good writer! We're reading them out loud, people, and everyone will be reading them out loud whether they like it or not!"

She glared at the whole class, but soon her glare faded and an evil grin appeared upon her face. "So… Who wants to go first? Any volunteers? If not, then I will decide who gets to go first."

A hand slowly went up in the air. And before Haku could register what he was doing, he heard Miss Tsunade's loud booming voice call out his name, telling him to come up to the front of the class and to read his poem out loud.

To Be Continued…