Never Before Noticed...

A/N: See what happens when I get reviews? I stay up until seven in the morning writing a new chapter from happiness! (even though I have work in the morning). And, it may not seem like it, but I really am trying to keep up the plot part of the story ^^;

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“Get out.”

“W-what?” she gasped out, breathless. Her exhausted legs fell away from Zabuza's back, as he sat up, breaking their bodies' connection.

“I said get out. Now. LEAVE!” Zabuza yelled, muscles tensing, preparing to hit her if she didn't do as she was told quickly.

The woman finally had the sense to be scared. She fell to the floor, her feet tangling in the sheets in her haste to leave. Barely taking the time to grab up her clothes in one hand, she ran out of the door of Zabuza's room.

Grabbing the feather pillow the whore had just been resting her head on, Zabuza ripped it to shreds in his hands. As the white down fell around him, he breathed heavily through the cloth wrappings around his mouth. “Why,” he whispered to himself. “Why his face?” Haku's smiling, cherubic face hadn't left his vision the entire time he'd been with the whore, his face replacing her's. Closing his eyes had no effect, Haku's image reflected in his mind's eye just as vividly. Now, confused and unsaited, Zabuza ripped up a second pillow cursing to himself.
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Haku stealthfully returned to his room, not wanting his master to know that he'd been watching. Creeping along the climbing rose trellis in the cool night air, he crawled back through his window, shutting the glass behind him.

Removing his clothes, in preparation for a shower, Haku found himself brooding over the fact that Zabuza had chosen to take a separate room from him. Turning on the water, he berated himself for thinking such thoughts—his master's decisions were not to be questioned. Still, Haku could not recall a night where he and Zabuza had not slept side by side, bedrolls made out next to one another, or with only a campfire between them. He couldn't deny the empty feeling it gave him.

Haku's thoughts were drawn away from himself as he felt Zabuza's chakra signature leave his room, and start in this direction. Zabuza viciously opened and slammed the door of his apprentice's room as he entered, nearly shaking it off the hinges. He did the same to the bathroom door, this time the missing-nin really did break it. Flinging what he still held of the door by it's knob behind him, Zabuza called out to his apprentice, just as if he could have possibly not been aware of his dominating presence. “Haku!”

Gracefully turning off the shower, and ringing what water he could from his long, dark hair, Haku pulled back the curtain and stepped lightly from the tub; he'd gotten used to his master's unpredictable, hair trigger temper long ago “Is there something you wish of me, Zabuza-san?”
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Zabuza fell to his knees, over come. Even in the dirty, yellow light of a whore house bathroom, Haku looked like an angel. Somehow the fact that he was bare, and totally uncaring about it, hight-lighted the image.

Zabuza had come here, full of unfounded anger, convinced that his apprentice was responsible for the confusion raging within him, and now everything clicked into place, making perfect sense. Haku was an angel—some otherworldly being that had mistakenly been left on that cold winter bridge all those years ago. Someone so perfect, so pure, couldn't help but fill the mind of whomever they came in contact with. Simultaneously with this conclusion, Zabuza realized that he didn't deserve to have Haku in his life—no one did. The hell he cared. If heaven wanted Haku back, they'd have to fight for him. Zabuza knew he was a selfish bastard; Haku belonged to him. It took him this long to fully understand that.

Growling deep in his throat, Zabuza grabbed his apprentice by his shoulder and wet hair, forcing their mouths together. Not expecting the assault, Haku came crashing to his knees as well. Pain jolted up his thighs as he hit the wood floor hard, and he could feel strands of hair escaping his scalp under Zabuza's demanding fingers. He still couldn't help but smile though—his master had forgotten to remove the wrappings from his mouth before kissing him.

Releasing the boy, Zabuza belatedly ripped the cloth strips away from his face. His sharp teeth were clinched in frustration, trying to hide his personal embarrassment. Haku's delicate hand on the side of his uncovered face, still damp from his interrupted shower, brought his attention back to his apprentice. The boy's lips were slightly puffy from the vicious kiss and a smile curved up the corners.

--Beautiful--

“I'm happy that Zabuza-san knows that he doesn't need a place like this.” Haku gave Zabuza a gentle kiss with his swollen lips. “There is nothing another person could do for you that I wouldn't do.” Haku repeated his often stated philosophy, his whole countenance beaming with the thought, “I am a tool that wishes for nothing more than to be used for whatever purpose Zabuza-san wishes.”

Reveling in the pure light radiating from Haku, Zabuza knew that heaven would have one hell of a fight on their hands when they finally decided to take the boy back. He planned to keep his undeserved, stolen angel.
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“Report.”

Haku dipped his masked head in acknowledgment of the order. “The target is only an hour away from the village. He has ten men with him, all armed.” Hunched down, hidden amongst the leafy canopy of the tree they were currently in, Haku spread his feet wider to keep his balance as he handed Zabuza back his huge sword and other various weapons. “I found our weapons just where we hid them along the city wall; no one had disturbed them.”

“Very good,” was Zabuza's curt response as he strapped on his great sword. They'd stashed the majority of their arsenal in a safe spot yesterday before entering the village, the ninja regulation instruments (especially Zabuza's) being too much of a give away that they weren't simple travelers. Now, armed once more, the duo waited for the man they'd been paid to kill to arrive.
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That morning, Zabuza found himself waking up beside Haku in his room, arms still wrapped around his apprentice. Not a scrap of clothing was to be found between them.

He'd spent all the night before, just touching Haku—but nothing more. The boy deserved better than to be taken in a third rate whore house; Zabuza had at least given his apprentice that much consideration. The boy's body, shaped by constant training, was still soft with youth; the missing-nin's fingers tingled from the remembered sensation. As much as Zabuza's hands had roamed, he'd almost been tame in comparison to Haku. Haku couldn't get enough of kissing. Even when his master's feral teeth had cut the delicate, petal skin of his lips, Haku couldn't get enough. When his master no longer wished to kiss (Zabuza not being an intimate person by nature), those bloodied lips had traveled the expanse of Zabuza's chest and stomach, making him shiver with every light touch. And when Haku's virgin hand had confidently wrapped around the older shinobi's member, determined to give him the pleasure he'd been unable to attain with the whore earlier, Zabuza had actually moaned aloud. Not since he'd been a teenager himself had anyone been able to make him do that.

The missing-nin's early morning rememberings had been interrupted when, they'd received a knock on the door by the madam of the establishment. Zabuza had answered the knock, not caring that he stood completely naked and with his shark-like teeth in plain view, irritated that he was being disturbed. The madam was clearly intimidated, but impressively stood her ground. She had asked politely, but firmly that they leave and not return another night. She couldn't have guest harassing one of her girls—apparently the woman Zabuza had been with was a tattle-tale.

They'd left without argument after dressing and paying for their rooms (and even for the girl). They didn't need to stay any longer after all.

Immediately upon leaving, Zabuza gave orders for Haku to scout out their target's location, and to retrieve their weapons once that was complete. In the meantime, Zabuza found a stake out place in a tree near the eastern gate, and worked on fine tuning his plan for eliminating the crime lord's enemy.

Now waiting, the two shinobi kept their minds on their objective. Not once did they look over to the other, or reach out to touch a stray hand; a ninja allowed for no distractions during his day. Though, occasionally, he'd allow his concentration to slip at night. And that's what Haku and Zabuza really were in wait for. They waited for the night to fall once more, where, in the darkness, they could forget about everything but each other.

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A/N: Remember to review and tell me what you think (especially if it's whether or not I should continue the story)!