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Chapter XXI

Getting off the bed, I walk to have a better look at the boy. I wince in pain when I smile at him. Seeing me place my hand on my cheek, he frowns only now noticing the new bruise.

'What happened?!' he asked, already looking concerned. Meeting me halfway, he halts when standing straight before me. I don't know what to say. We awkwardly stare at eachother before he breaks the ice by placing his hand on mine and lightly touching my cheek.
'Did you two have fight?'

A feeling of sadness overwhelms me, realizing that perhaps Haku was unaware of everything that had happened up to this point. I had no idea what Zabuza had been telling him or what story he had made up to the boy. I couldn't stand the idea of lying anymore but I had no idea how to handle the situation either without upsetting Haku. I had just gotten here and now I finally got to see him again after such a long time...

'Zabuza hit me,' I simply answer.
'Why?' he asked with a frown, obviously not understanding the man's motives.

'I hit him first,' I explain. What am I doing? Making excuses for him?
Feeling a little unwell, I lower his hand from my cheek and try to keep my balance. Sensing I wasn't alright, Haku guided me to the kitchen. Making me sit and giving me a bag of ice to hold against my cheek. We stay silent for a little while but I don't mind, I don't know if I want to ruin our reunion with harsh reality.

'I thought you'd be happy to be here,' he suddenly says. Startled by the comment I look up.
Unlike before I now take a good look at his face and saw how much he has matured. Still a young boy but not a child anymore. Underneath his youthful features I could see the man he'd one day become. Handsome. Still a little too pale but well fed and fit. He had grown so much. Only a few more centimeters and he'd be taller than me.

I ignore his question at first, examining him a little better. He gives me a shy smile before turning his head the other way.
'I always hoped too see you again, Sakura.'
'Me too,' I immediately answered. 'I just didn't think it be under these circumstances.'

Confusion once again takes over his features and he bites his lip in thought.
'Perhaps some tea?' he suggests.
I'm taken back to a time long ago and while reminiscing, I nod with a hum. 'That'd be lovely.'

Haku comes to sit next to me while pushing the hot teacup before me. I feel a little awkward sitting next to him, he's no longer a little innocent kid. Well, he had never been an innocent kid.
I swallow at some awful memories that resurface. I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering where to start again. I shrug when I fail at trying, I can't seem to bring out much other than some nonsensical sentences that makes the confusion grow on his face.

'You were engaged before,' he instead of starts. Obviously trying to figure out what had happened and what could be the problem.
I let my shoulder hang in defeat while shaking my head. However was I going to start this conversation?

'He's gone now, you don't have to worry about him anymore.'

Even though he meant well, it had sounded so cruel. As if I had pleaded with Zabuza to murder him, as if I had hated the man. I did at times, I then admit to myself. Mostly towards the end. But never had I wished for his life to end…
The memory of the night that I held out a razor at his neck came back to haunt me.
At least I think. I guess I still don't know how I feel about him, even after his death.
I let out a sigh at the thought.

'You know Zabuza better than that,' I then start, sounding a bit more harsher then I had intended. 'I didn't ask for him to do this…'
'Inui was a horrible man,' Haku coldly answered. I'm surprised by the crude remark and his knowledge of Inui. I stare at the boy, who hardly seems fazed by my grief. I suddenly found him looking a lot like the man who had trained him and I warily take some distance from him. Our elbows no longer touching casually.

'Inui was the man that hired us years ago. He asked me to kill Zabuza so I could work for him,' Haku revealed. His tone of voice was foreign to my ears. A cold unkind type of maturity could be heard clearly.

Shaken up, I don't know how to respond to the new information.

'He wasn't who you though he was. And I'm sorry for not telling you at the time. I guess I thought you'd figure him out quicker or maybe… I underestimated him,' Haku continued, now using a much softer tone. He obviously seemed upset about how things had gone.

'I didn't know he had asked you to do that,' I speak up, not knowing what else to say.
I hated how my voice cracked mid-sentence. I still did understand how I was feeling. I was angry and upset but at who or what I didn't know. I just wanted to scream at times.

Taking my hand, Haku gave it a tight squeeze. A reassuring gesture that we had not lost our bond or held me responsible for anything at all.

'What has Zabuza told you?' I ask him, trying to hold back my wicked emotions. I swallow the lump and tell myself to be stronger but I can't seem to find the fierceness I used to have inside of me at all times. I felt so drained.

'You two saw each other at a party,' he casually started. I wince a little, knowing it went all a little more complex than that. Though I suppose that is correct in some way too.
'You and Inui were engaged and coincidentally you found out more about… who he truly was. On your own, I believe.'
'You just made it sound real simple,' I snicker while wishing it had gone as flawlessly as he had just said it.
'I'm sure there was a lot more emotion to it,' he smiles. Acknowledging his lack of sentiment when talking, he gave my hand another squeeze. I squeeze back, feeling at ease around him again.
Perhaps it was the new distraught information that had disturbed me. I try to push it aside for now.

'Why did he do it?' I ask him. 'Zabuza.'
'I don't know,' he shrugged. 'You would have to ask him that yourself.'
'He will never answer to me.' I let out a hollow laugh at the idea of having that conversation.
'Well, I think it is obvious why,' he says. 'He wanted you out of Inui's claws. He owed you that much.'

That struck a nerve. Never had I thought of it that way.
'He wasn't all that bad,' I argue back, unconvincingly. Inui had never truly mistreated me.
'Did he ever hurt you?' Haku asked. 'Threaten you?'

I shrug, remembering that one night again.

'I did,' I confess without thinking it through.
'So you did know,' he pointed out while not judging my behavior. 'You knew who he was.'
Probably clever enough to figure out my behavior was a reaction to him. Inui.

Our eyes meet and the atmosphere becomes heavier. I'm not quite sure how to respond. Or perhaps I can't remember how to think clearly anymore. Everything was becoming a blur.
Every image that crossed my mind mostly involved the past.
Was I angry that man I had thought murdering myself was dead?
Or because I couldn't handle that all our memories would crumble to pieces and mean nothing…?

'I had never done that before,' I quietly admit to him. Threaten a person, yes I was guilty of that. But meaning it? Actually considering hurting someone? No.
'I'm not myself anymore…'
'Sometimes we get challenged.' Haku's placed his arm around me, making me feel more aware of where I was. Suddenly realizing it was this boy I had turned my entire life around for. Glad to finally found someone to hold onto, I pull him in an embrace and don't let go for the longest time.
And he never tries to let go, only when I undo my arms around him.

He was always wise beyond his years. I briefly wonder about his past again, pondering how he got this point as well. My own journey here had been so tragic, I can only guess what his story is…

'Haku,' I start. I hated how I was holding back a sob while shamelessly loading my emotional luggage onto him. I had no right to do so but I had no one else to turn to and I wanted someone unbiased to guide me. It was so dark around me that I couldn't find my way around it.

'I never wanted… I don't know why… I wanted to kill him.' I loathed the hot tear rolling over my cheek.
Haku's brown eyes stayed on me and with his right hand he wiped away the tear.
'I still love him for some reason,' I mumble not understanding how I was still capable of doing that. Perhaps I never had the love I was supposed to feel towards him but… I do not hate him as much as I should be doing.

'I know how that feels,' Haku whispered. 'I killed my father because he tried to kill me but until this day, I still love him very much.'
Widening my eyes at his blunt confession and his stoic expression when telling me, I let out a gasp. Again I was at a loss on how to respond. Do I comfort him or get away from him? I knew he had killed before the old man but I had never thought it be in such a horrible context.

'Why?' I asked quietly while feeling a little bit of shame come over me. Outing such obscene curiosity was just plain disrespectful.

'Kirigakure used to have a caste system. Well, it still kind of does,' he added in afterthought. 'Now it simply is no longer recognized by the government but it still stands.'
The hollowness that could sometimes linger in brown eyes faded and I finally saw a more brutal emotion in them. Sadness. Regret.

I place my hand on my heart, suddenly understanding what had been causing turmoil inside. Hearing it and then seeing it in his eyes, feelings that were once foreign to me more clear.

'My mother… had lied about her lineage and,' his breath got stuck in his throat. 'It be better if I died. Minutes before he killed my mother, she had begged me to promise her that I'd live... So when he came after me, I had no choice. I hated him so much for the choice he was making, that I felt it justified mine.'

It clicked in my head and suddenly the blurriness from before became crystal clear.

'I was alive for the longest time but not much more then that. I felt I was slowly fading away.' His voice sounded empty, as if he had transported himself back to those days. An overwhelming sadness washed over me. The torn feeling, I knew it all too well.

'When did it stop?' I asked, longing for it myself.

'When I met Zabuza,' he simply stated. Our eyes meet again and I can see myself in his. Shining brightly out of proud and happiness. 'He gave me a chance and did not care about who I had been or what I had done. He saw who I could be and what it would mean to him. Suddenly I had purpose in life again.'

'Zabuza,' I skeptically start but he cuts me off.
'Is the one who finally made the emptiness go away. I felt so alone, betrayed. Before my father tried to kill me, he said he loved me. But people who love you, don't hurt you. Right?'

I nod, understanding it all too well.

'I felt torn for such a long time.' The words made me gasp in response. 'I had kept my promise to my mother but I had done something terrible. I hated myself and him for it.'

I bite my lip to stop myself from saying anything.

'It fades, Sakura,' he suddenly said. 'The hurt fades. And the emptiness will disappear when you find a person willing to fill it up.'

A somber smile find its way to my lips. Though I'm still unable to grasp what this boy had gone through. I had often felt he sounded too old for his age but now I finally understood how that came to be. Taking a deep breath, I tried to understand that this, complicated grief, was something that I would have to find my way through.

At least I'm no longer alone…

When looking at Haku's expression I could tell he seemed to regret his openness towards me a little. Grabbing his hand, I give it a reaffirming squeeze like he had done to mine. I then placed a light kiss on his forehead.

'I'll hold on,' I mumble onto his skin. 'Thank you for telling me.'
'You can love and hate one at the same time…' His tone was different, as if he had just recently concluded that himself. 'Maybe that is what family is truly is.'
I nod in agreement. 'I guess it kind of is.'
We both have stories pushing it to the extreme but I do understand what you are trying to say...

'I can't deny that I'm very happy that you are here now, Sakura,' he said moving his head up. His brown eyes held something heartwarming, as if he had longed for me to be here for the longest time. The heavy feeling from before is suddenly lifted and I feel like I can move around more freely again.

'Are you alright being here, Haku? After all that has happened here?' I ask with concern, when the realization dawned upon me that this tragedy had taken place in this very village.

'I grew up outside of this village,' he explained.

You're still a kid. You are still growing up…

The thought was heart wrenching sad but a reality for many. I make note of it to do something about it one day. Perhaps once I find my energy again.

'And wherever Zabuza wants to be, I'm fine with that.'

I feel a little stab in my heart, a mix of jealousy and worry fills me up. Chewing on my bottom lip, I speak up without thinking.

'How… how is he?' I can't help but find myself become more curious about the two. Now that I knew Haku's story, I suddenly felt the need to understand more on how their bond truly was.

'He's content.' The formal answer made me snicker. I guess there was no other way to put it when it came to Zabuza. Taking the cup of tea, that was no longer hot, into my hands I take a sip from it.
Commenting how it tasted good, Haku explained it was a specialty in the land of Water. A mix of herbs that only grew on their lands.

Speaking of the land. 'It a little bland now but once spring comes around, it is actually quite nice. Though I suppose it will be not nearly as warm as it is in your country.'
'That's fine,' I shrug. 'I'm not that fond of the blazing sun on my skin.' Too pale to ever get a nice tan.
'I thought about making you a traditional meal to accustom to your new home?' Haku shyly starts, finally changing the subject to something much lighter.

I wince at the last part but tell him I'd love to cook something together with him. I suddenly realized I had whole new culture to explore. Kirigakure had such complex history and I'd be lying if I claimed it had never interested me.

'How have you been, Haku?' I then start. 'Do you like it here?'

Excitingly he starts talking about the academy. I'm not surprised to hear him talking about his classmates and seemingly making friends. I knew he'd betray them in a heartbeat should Zabuza ask him to but at least now he had a chance to talk to other people but his crude sensei.
Haku also admitted that Kirigakure's teachings had been nothing new to him. Sometimes he was rather bored with classes but nonetheless he had learned some valuable things, he added on a positive note.

'How about we start that meal?' I say when our conversation falls silent. 'It is almost noon!'
'Sure!' he smiles. 'But I already kind of went grocery shopping…' he added in embarrassment.
I simply laugh at his innocent confession. I jokingly replied that was my least favorite part to do.

A more grown Haku is shown to me and I kind of have to take step back at times. I don't know if it is because of time passing or because of our just recent conversation but… He is more open this time around. Freely telling me what he disliked about this country while adding all its perks and beautiful traditions. I could tell he genuinely liked living here. I was also convinced he was more appreciated and felt less out of place here then when on the run with Zabuza.

Or maybe he had just matured a lot and I was imagining things.

'I think Zabuza is quite pleased with his new position too,' he suddenly says.

'Oh, what did Zabuza get out of this?' I ask on a bitter tone. Haku ignored my reaction and I suppose we would never see eye to eye when it came to the man. I guess I was too emotionally invested to be able to grasp their relationship subjectively, no matter how curious I got at times.

'He is now the leader of the Seven Swordsman of the Mist.'
'What a title,' I dryly response.
'It is his rightful place,' Haku point out using a high tone of respect.

'And he needs me to…?' I don't finish the sentence out loud but a fuming voice in my head spat at how he truly viewed me. My temper had to be kept in place when just thinking about what he had said earlier. I wasn't his property nor was I a child infatuated with him.

'I do believe he means well,' Haku said on a soft tone.

I let out a sigh. 'I just need more time,' I mumble in response to his hurt expression.

Stopping what he was doing, he turns around. He's only slightly shorter than me but I already feel a little intimidated by his appearance. Eyebrows knitted together he gave me a hard look.
I halt what I was doing too, wondering if I had offended him that much. I didn't mean bad, it was just…

'I'm sorry, Haku,' I blurt out.

He shakes his head and dismisses my apology. He was not angry with me.
'Sakura, I guess what I was trying to tell you earlier… Don't let go of the memories you have.'

I bite my lip. I doubted this collection had been picked personally by Zabuza, it was too diverse. I was convinced it would hold more gruesome books too if that was the case. Letting my hand wander over several of them, I halted when I touch book I. Gently pulling it out, I let my eyes wander over the cover. The lettering had faded and the title had become a little unclear but inside it was still very readable. The pages had just turned a bit yellow.

Deciding to start with this one, I look around the room to sit somewhere comfortable only to conclude this house had no living-room space. I let out an aggravated growl. Throwing the book onto the desk, I let myself drop into the chair. Becoming more curious, I go through his things but found nothing interesting. Just the start of some reports.

I found it odd to read how Zabuza had led his team through a successful mission. To me he had never been any type of honorable shinobi, always an assassin. Yet when I started to read I could see a certain precision and a surprisingly respectful manner of explaining complicated matters.

I'm probably not supposed to read these… well, he shouldn't have locked me in here then!

My mind drifted back to Haku, who had to go because he still had some studying to do. He had stayed with me for almost the entire day. It was nine now and I was becoming slightly nervous at the thought of Zabuza coming home.

I was secretly hoping he'd been unexpectedly been summoned for a mission that would take up several weeks. But Haku said he'd most certainly be home tonight.

Haku's tragic story kept repeating itself in my mind and I found myself thinking many of painful memories of my own. I halt the train that was a one way track. Instead I tried to lead my thoughts elsewhere.

I however couldn't deny his story had made me view Zabuza differently too. The way Haku had described himself; he sounded a lot like a poor, bothersome boy that no one was willing to pay attention to. But Zabuza had seen something in him no one else had.

I wanted to call him selfish but Haku had rejected the idea, telling me he didn't have to take care of him. After all, at first he did have to feed him, teach him and then train him and so on. It had been a long progress. And it hadn't happened over night and Haku had claimed he wasn't always a good student. When he was younger he got easily distracted.
Though I was certain Haku had always a very alert student, whatever age he might've been at that time.

It didn't help that he had said something else about Zabuza too. An insinuation that he had meant well.
Despite his wisdom, it seemed Haku had yet to figure the man out. I guess I refused to believe this portrait he had portrayed of him.

With a sigh, I look through his possessions again. I never seem to be able to catch anything personal about Zabuza. For a moment I ponder what his parents were like. He had parents.
The thought struck me as odd. I think of my own and figure the circumstances hadn't done our relationship any good. They had always been very fond of Inui, so I suppose my behavior was abnormal to them. But whatever I said or did, they were fine with.

But at times I wish they'd be more vocal about how they truly felt…

Having enough of going through another person's belongings, I get up off the chair and leave the desk behind. There isn't much to do and I already had searched the entire apartment. I wasn't really looking for anything, just plain curiosity.

Since I had no other choice, I walkover to the bed with the book in my hand. I can't deny the blanket on me feels nice, it's pretty cold here compared to Konoha. Little sounds were a unsettle at times and much like a child, I had to convince myself it was nothing.
When I heard a new noise, I sat up straight. Reminding myself Haku was just downstairs and all I had to do was stomp my feet so he'd hear me. Or at least I hoped he did. I had pleaded for him to not lock the door but like always he had ignored me and followed Zabuza's orders.

At first startled a by the sound, I then realize it was raining outside. Sleeping right underneath the roof made it sound louder. Finding it soothing, I snuggling deeper into the covers and try to focus on what I was reading.

I'm cold. I have no idea where to turn on the heat in this damn place! He had a fireplace but no wood. He didn't even seem to own a lighter.
I had noted I hadn't seen any ashtrays around. There was no smell of tobacco either. Maybe he only smokes outside the house…

Not that any of it mattered, I was freezing. Getting deeper under the covers, I do recognize another scent. His.

Memories flooded my mind and I instinctively want to jump out of the bed. I had sworn myself to never get in his bed again and here I was. Sure he was not around but his scent was. He had slept here.

He would sleep here tonight…

Angry as I was, I was too cold to run around aimlessly in the apartment. I had a feeling he wouldn't be coming home actually. This was another game of his. I was certain of it.

Having found some extra blankets, I tried to warm myself up. I had to fight off sleep, not wanting to be vulnerable should he come back. But darkness won and eventually I became unaware of my surroundings…

I groan when waking up. Slowly opening my eyes, I note it is still dark except for the one light I had left on when falling asleep.
I guess the trip had exhausted me more than I had thought. So much I had not been able to stay awake. I was still feeling very tired, so I assumed it was still the middle of the night. Slightly pushing off the blankets covering me, I note the air was much warmer now.

Maybe Haku turned on the heat?

When I feel someone move behind me, I freeze. Realizing who is lying next to me in bed, I can't find the wits to jump out. Feeling drowsy, I try to keep still and pretend I was still half asleep and unaware of his presence. Small movement make me realize he wasn't lying down next to me but getting ready to go to bed. I hear some noises of clothes getting discarded. Swallowing at the assumption my brain makes, I try to lie as still as I could and keep my breathing even.

It's not like I can run or anything…

When he lies down, I feel the blanket, that I had wrapped around me at one point, slide off of me. Taking some for himself before silence finally returns. I almost want to let out a breath of relief but manage to stop myself just in time.

Now that I was more awake, I was aware of the ridiculousness of my own behavior.
I wanted to yell, hurt him. Not lie still and be afraid.
When he did not move towards me, I understood he was going to sleep himself and leave me alone.

So perhaps I should do the same thing.

However now that I was awake, my mind was working again and my erratic heartbeat kept me from becoming calm enough to fall asleep again. My mind screamed to not dare to fall asleep next to him. Feeling conflicted about what to do, I almost want to squirm. The blankets from before feel too hot now and I can't stand it but don't have courage to move again. I know he would then be certain I wasn't sleeping.

Not being able to stand the heat any longer, I dare to move the second cover off of me and keep the lighter blanket on me. Closing my eyes out of relief when I again did not get caught.

It was quiet and yet I couldn't sleep. I thought of the kunai I had found and placed underneath my pillow. That was just out of precaution.
But should I hurt him, I'd lose Haku... Especially now that he told me why this man meant so much to him. I'd betray him much like his parents had.
Haku was to the only one who seemed to understand me. I wasn't ready to say goodbye again and the idea of him hating me, was more than I could stand.

Again I was conflicted by emotions and troubled bonds that would lead to nowhere. What if this is all just a part of a plan again?
Unconsciously I let out a sigh. Tensing up when realizing what I had done, I bite my lip in response.

Nothing.

'What exactly are you doing?' he asked, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
Defensively I try to push his hands off of me but like always I forget how strong he is.
'I've missed you in my bed, Sakura.'
'I haven't,' I hiss while trying to still get him off of me.
'Are you sure?' he asks on a low tone, nuzzling his nose into my hair. His tongue snakes out and I move my head around to make him stop.
He simply snickers in response to it and waits for me to stop struggling before turning me around and pushing my back onto the matrass. His face is close and he looks me straight into my eyes. I knew the look lingering inside all too well.
His hand lets go of mine and slowly travels over my arm to my shoulder. Tickling me when touching my collarbone lightly before going up and holding my cheek, that was still slightly bruised because of him.

'You missed it too,' he quietly says. Pushing himself against me to emphasize his words while softly caressing my waist line. 'You've been all alone. Nobody understands you…'
He's warm and his voice sounds rough.

'I do have people that understand me. It is you I don't understand, Zabuza,' I coldly answer while feeling my body respond to his touch.

He smirks, noticing it all too easily. Unlike this morning, he was determined to not let it escalate again. Softly touching the bruise on my cheek with his thumb.
'But they don't know how to make you forget,' he said while letting his lips touch mine. 'I do.'
His mouth abandons mine and goes for a softer spot underneath my chin. Lightly kissing is, while loudly inhaling my scent.

I couldn't deny it did something to my body and mind. I was faintly reminded of why I had fallen into his clutches in the first place. Aching loneliness.

'Don't do this,' I whispered. 'Please stop,' I half-begged while he continued his simple movement. Ignoring me, Zabuza only intensifying all he was doing. Squirming underneath his touch, I questioned myself why I was allowing his words to get to me again.

Reminding myself of the kunai, I make a decision. I allow myself to let go and react to his touch.
Meanwhile my hand was traveling up to grab the weapon hiding underneath my pillow.
Having to lift my head to get it, our foreheads touch. His breath tickles my face and I halt for a moment. Letting myself get caught up in the moment. I almost want to kiss him.

'Don't deny me,' he roughly stated while pulling my leg up. I let out a bit of moan to response to it but quickly recover.
Pulling out the kunai, he seems unfazed when seeing the weapon. I place it against his neck but he doesn't move away from me.
Instead of responding, he only takes a slight distance to look at my body. I hated how his hand kept rubbing my outer thigh while slightly tugging at the hem of my pants.
Hungrily looking back up, I felt something turn in the pit of my stomach. While hating how he was simply ignoring the obvious treat pressed against the skin of his neck.

After a long stare, he finally does react. Pushing his neck against the kunai, I let out startled sound. And somehow allow him to get close enough so the kunai touches my neck as well.
Letting go of my thigh, his hand slowly travels over my entire upper body all the way to my hand holding the kunai. He didn't grab hold of it or even put any pressure on my hand.
He just placed his hand on mine.

His mouth lightly touched mine, obviously contemplating the idea of speaking before kissing me.

'Why?' I bit out, despite getting swayed by his movement.

His tongue lazily touches my mouth, asking for entrance. When I don't respond enough he stops.

'Imagine if you weren't in my hotel-room,' he muttered against my cheek. 'Imagined if it was someone else…'

At first I didn't fully understand. I admit my mind was a little too clouded too. Noticing he made himself more clear when I did not say anything back.

'You wouldn't be in this bed,' I can feel him smirk against my skin, 'but you also wouldn't be still breathing,' he crudely explained.
Searching for my eyes, he awaits my response. His eyes have something demon-like again, enjoying this far too much.

If it hadn't been him… it would've been another assassin. One that wouldn't have waited for me to leave the house…

Kissing my throat to emphasize what he was telling me, I feel the kunai slip between us away at the same time. Untangling my fingers on the handle, he then rose it into the air and threw it onto the ground.

'I made them an offer they couldn't refuse, Sakura.'

Realizing what the deal now truly held, I slowly lowered my guard. When his mouth touches mine, I'm taken back and let go. I don't feel like being angry anymore. I realized everything is already so well planned out, that this might be the only thing I have control over.

He didn't give any crude reaction to the fact I was slowly giving into him. Instead he surprisingly became more fervent, feeling his hands everywhere on my body.

When my mind fell still and left my body in its own control, I simply copied his movements.

I didn't dwell any longer.

Though, for a brief second I do dare to notice something I had ignored before. I didn't know if the feeling I got out of our interaction was still to be considered numbing… I felt more alive than ever.

Hmm, what are Zabuza's true intentions? Is there another plan?
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