Itchy
Summary: Zabuza looks for his sword
Rating: PG
Words: 728
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He couldn't stand it anymore! It had been two months—two!—in which he had been without his beloved sword. For days he tried to convince himself that it was okay because Severus didn't have a way of destroying his precious blade but those days were in the past and those words were no comfort to him any longer. His hand had started to itch because his sword hadn't been wielded in months! And it wasn't a tiny itch, no it made his skin burn with the need to scratch and bite and scream.
Haku, Gaara, and Naruto were at school—the one that was close to Severus' job at the hospital while said man was at work. Zabuza was in the house, all alone and he was going to search from the tip-top of the house to the bottom until he found his damn sword.
"Not there… not there," Zabuza muttered as he searched Severus' room. He lightly tapped on the walls, listening carefully for any hollow areas that were large enough to hide his sword. He looked under the bed because, no matter how obvious the hiding space, it was still a very good one mostly on the sole fact that no one expects someone to be stupid enough to hide anything of value under the bed. Zabuza found nothing but a few strands of hair that belonged to Naruto (probably during their hide from naptime game) and some dust. Zabuza let out a sob and moaned for his beloved sword while he kept from biting at his hand. It would be hard to explain the marks to Severus, who was sure to notice.
Zabuza let out a huff and pulled himself from under the bed, standing up and carefully scanning the room. He had checked the closet which only held the clothes that Severus owned, and not even all of them. The drawers held some knives and glinting bottles filled with some foreign liquid that gave him a bad feeling. The floors held no hollow spaces. The bed merely housed Severus. The… wait… what?
"Good afternoon," Severus waved with that godforsaken smirk on his face. Zabuza felt his mouth fall open and, without the bandages he normally wore, Severus saw the action happen. He knew he shouldn't have offered the train the man—he had gotten quieter (if that was possible) and faster!
"How long were you sitting there?" Zabuza demanded through his chagrin. He had to get his mind away from his sword, obviously he was going insane. He twitched as his hand gave another itching sensation.
"Not very long, sometime when you ventured under my bed and started to sob about your mass of metal," Severus stated, smoothing a hand over the top of his medium height ponytail. Zabuza blushed heavily, forgetting that he had been sobbing a little bit.
"Don't insult my sword… I just want to find it," Zabuza sighed, giving in and picking at the sensation on his right hand.
"I could simply give it to you if you are becoming desperate to have it in your possession," Severus assured him, not moving an inch from off the bed. Zabuza growled and folded his arms. If he allowed Severus to simply give him his sword, it was almost like saying that he was less of a man! He was more than enough ninja to find his sword that a Magic User hid without the use of magic.
"I will find it on my own," Zabuza insisted. Severus nodded, obviously predicting he would do such a thing. Zabuza twitched and a growl slipped through his lips. He could only think of forcing that damn smirk of the man's face.
Perhaps that's why he found himself on top of the skinnier man, pinning him easily with the bulk of his weight on the delicate body below him. He stared down at the widened black eyes that looked back at him with a calm surprise. At least it wasn't fury. He liked where his testicles rested.
"I knew there was a way to make that smirk go away," Zabuza whispered before lowering his lips on the oddly soft ones below him. He pulled away before he gave into the temptation to thoroughly ravish that mouth and rolled from the bed.
As he walked down the hallway, he noticed the itch had gone away.
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The End