This is a tribute to Haku, because Naruto is sad. Mostly flashbacks, incoherent mutterings, and rambling. If you want, listen to the song "Post War" while reading. Personally, I feel it matches the mood.

Edit: Minor grammatical errors.

Kakashi Hayate once said that "his spirit was as pure as the snow". Pure or not, it would not grace the face of the earth ever again. Zabuza knew time was almost up. Snow fell from the sky. Some people said heaven was crying, but really, Zabuza Momochi knew better, because it was Haku who was crying.

"Weell, the leaghts I cangth do fah you is to say bai youree side." No strength was left in his body, not enough to speak.

~Flashback~

"Hey, your eyes are kinda like mine, see? Look."

The child widened his eyes, showing the golden-brown irises. Almost as if they were holy. He didn't know the words 'war-torn' or ' so yeah that happens

"You can either let me own your powers, or rot as a beggar, brat. You'll be my slave." Zabuza tried to pin the child down with a demonic glare, but no reaction was elicted.

The child paused, as if in thought, though he wasn't really thinking of if he should go.

"My name is Haku."

~Flashback End~

Innocence was his downfall. Zabuza touched Haku's cheek, as one tear drifted from up above, and landed on the corner of Haku's eye.

~Flashback~

"Zabuza, look! These herbs would be perfect for dinner!"

"Haku, pay attention to your lessons." Zabuza said menacingly through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Master!"

Haku made no complaints as he was pushed to the limits, just pushing until he was almost out of chakra. The herbs were crushed in the taijutsu match, green staining Haku's clothing.

~Flashback End~

Zabuza knew now, that you shouldn't count on plans. He had planned to save up, and move away from this world. Where children wielded weapons, not even tall enough to take an apple off the kitchen counter. To a place where children's thoughts were a pure as the snow, and eyes looking at their parents as loyal as ever.

He lifted his hand up to stroke the cold, pale cheek. Too late to say sorry now.

Instead of taking the time for more intimate actions, every spare moment was spent training.

The tear melted, now looking like the ones humans make, not just a tiny piece of ice.

'Those are really your tears. I'm sorry, Haku. May-'

"Maybe you'll really get to see him up there, Zabuza."

'Maybe after this war.'

The last of his awareness faded.

Golden fields of wheat came into view, and clear blue skies. Trees grew, and beautiful bodies of water were littered everywhere. Haku stood there, waiting patiently.

"I'll leave this place and follow you to where you are condemned for eternity, and stay by your side. May the fires consume us both."

Edited 7/1/19