My Little One

by Between Dreams

Fall seven times, stand up eight. Thrown into the world at a young age with no one beside him. Haku can't seem stand up anymore. Zabuza may be able to help. And may find himself being lifted in the process. Will be reposted with spell check soon

2. Chapter 2

My Little One

By: Between Dreams

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I hold no possesionover Naruto.

'Conscience'

'Thought'

"Speech"

Overall POV

The dark was creeping up fast over the world, the weather had started to get ugly in the damp forest as Zabuza strode along the path to his temporary 'home'. It was a old abandoned cottage in the wood's. A little to perky for his liking. The flower pot's on the window sill's would prove for good target practice in the summer; he'd told himself. The house was painted a light dusty green, again to perky but it made it hard to see in the forest. It kept out the wind, and most of the cold. It would have to do. And as an added bonus the house came with all the furniture, as old and torn up as they were, and working appliances. It was a simple one story house, a kitchen, living room, a small bedroom and a smaller spare room. The bathroom was attached to the main bedroom and hallway. The inside of the house was painted either a simple beige or white. Which he didn't mind at all. But the amount of window's in the simple cottage would be enough to make anyone nervous. To which Zabuza had made quick work of boarding them up. And in turn, making the house a lot less inviting, perfect. Zabuza didn't need people stopping by, so to speak.

As he entered, he was hit by a shocking temperature change. The bitter cold driven away by the unexpected warmth of the house. After brushing a few stray snow flack's from his shoulders, and locking the door. He made his way over to the fridge to find it -as always- bare of anything even remotely edible. With a sigh and a death glare at the fridge, as if it were all it's fault, he retreated into his bedroom to get some well earned rest. The day hadn't been relatively that long or hard. But for some reason he felt exhausted. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

After striping down to his boxer's, he decided that wasn't the best idea and found an old loose sweater and baggy pants to wear. He laid down on his lumpy, but still comfortable mattress with a large sigh. The wind still hadn't let up since he'd left the kid on the bridge

'NO! Damn it. Don't think about the little welp' He clenched his eye's shut. But the image of the little boy sitting in the snow dying, played under his eyelids like an unwantedslideshow.

"Damn it!" He cursed loudly to the ceiling. He rolled around on his bed for a while, trying to become comfortable, but soon gave up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. And made his way over to his book collection. Or more over, the two book's absently thrown in the corner. One, a small Ninja hand book, and two,a book Zabuza had found in the house when he'd moved in. A small pocket size version of 'Young Years Best loved Stories and Poems for small children' It was something Zabuza had been meaning to burn for month's now.But had ended up thrown in the corner and forgotten, until now. The very time he was trying to not think about the kid he'd left to die. He found a book that reminded him of the very thing he was trying to forget.

With an angry kick the book of fairy tails went flying into the opposite corner with a pile of clothes. Annoyed, Zabuza went back to the bed and began reading where he'd left of in his ninja hand book.

Chapter 3: Ninja First Aid.

Poisons...30-36

Blood Loss...37-39

Broken Bones...40-42

Head Injuries...43-44

'Hypothermia'...45-47

The word seemed to jump off the page and kick him in the eye. To which he also threw the book into the pile of clothes.

Zabuza unconsciously shivered. The house had seemed warm when he'd first entered. But that was only when being compared to the storm outside.

'God, ifyour this cold in here, just think of how cold the kid must be'

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP!" He caught himself and realized he was yelling at himself.

'Are you really going to just leave that little boy to die?' His conscience asked.

"Yes" He stated firmly, but a little to quickly, even for his liking.

'Really?'

"YES!"

'Really, Really?'

This time he hesitated. Could he really leave that little creature outin the cold? Why did this child's death plague his thought's when people died everyday. Most of the time by his hand's. It was confusing him to no end. And he wasn't an easily confused man. Why did he care about this boy?

'Why do I care?' There was something about that boy that put him on edge. He wanted to know what. 'Yes that's why I'm going back, I'm just curious.' Again he caught himself at an odd time. Without ever realizing it he had changed, put on his shoes and had his hand on the now unlocked door nob. 'Wait, what am I doing?' He sighed at himself. He knew perfectally well what he was doing. He was going to save the child's life.

To be continued...