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Dem Bones	By : zomboid Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Memory lane, anyone?

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Dem Bones

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The ocean breeze was refreshing, nice and cool with the heralding of rain. Haku merely kept walking, unable to do more than that. If he ran, that was okay too, but it took too much effort, and he knew even if he ran or walked Zabuza would still be there waiting for him. So he decided to walk and enjoy the scenery of things that matched up with the few scant memories he had left, building new ones as he went along. This tree was where he first spotted Sharingan no Kakashi and his group of genin. This field was where Zabuza and he fled to after tricking Kakashi and Naruto into believing Zabuza was dead. This was the path that led back to Gato�s mansion. This clearing was where he met Naruto for the first time, not as the hunter nin persona but as Haku and Haku alone. He kept walking, stopping only when his body demanded rest and food, and then he ate only until his stomach was satisfied. That method gave him plenty of left-over food that would last him the entire trip, if he was lucky. Even if he wasn�t, and the food ran out, he could always pause in a village to steal or work for some. It wasn�t like he was completely inept at caring for himself.

That had been one of the first lessons Zabuza had taught him.

If he hadn�t of been able to care for himself or had grown up to be some whiny little bitch who couldn�t do anything himself without needed help, Zabuza would have left him in Kiri, or out in the woods, alone. Zabuza wasn�t a stupid man, especially when he had recognized the potential Haku had slumbering within him, potential that could be honed and trained and used artfully if given the chance. So Zabuza had raised Haku, giving him a trial run, so to speak, and Haku hadn�t known that Zabuza was gauging his attitude as much as he was gauging strength. Zabuza hadn�t decided to keep him until Haku had proven his worth. If he hadn�t, if he�d become that whiny, helpless, little snot that so many others had become, Zabuza would have left him behind. He would have left him behind to die in Kiri, where the only kindness one would receive was a quick death.

So Zabuza had rescued him from the cruel streets of Kiri where he surely would have died, either from exposure or hunger or the uncontained lust of the men who wandered here and there looking for soft, supple flesh to try out and then sell. Zabuza had respected him, even as the little inexperienced brat he�d been. The older man had first taught him what to do with his knee and then began to teach him the more intimate martial arts that ninja performed. He�d worked hard, incredibly hard to make Zabuza proud. And he had, because Zabuza had started to place his hand on his head in an affectionate gesture whenever Haku did something particularly in need of reward. Each touch had been, to Haku, the greatest thing in the entire world. For just one of those simple caresses, Haku would do anything.

When he was ten, he�d tried something he shouldn�t have. Haku had grown up fast, emotions hidden away behind a pleasing mask of deceptive cuteness. When he did show his emotions, it was when Zabuza returned injured or he had made Zabuza angry somehow. Zabuza wasn�t cruel to him, wasn�t mean, but he did have limits and he did set boundaries. Haku had never crossed one of those boundaries before, but then, he had never had the confidence he�d gained with Zabuza�s training.
He�d advanced far beyond Zabuza�s expectations in combat, both close range and distanced, and he�d completed his lessons in anatomy. He�d even become an expert in throwing and utilizing senbon as both weapons and acupuncture. He�d been tested over and over again until he was proficient enough to hit a nerve cluster nine out of ten times at a distance of fifty feet without being sensed or seen. If he was spotted, he would have to start over, stalking and practicing until he could hit the target ten out of ten times. He was an expert at stealth, at espionage, honing his feminine looks so he could use them as any other weapon he had. He kept himself clean, brushed his hair, and acquired a demeanor that would lower anyone�s guard.
Anyone, that is, except for Zabuza.
He couldn�t shock Zabuza enough sometimes, and though the man�s face twisted into confusion, exasperation, and most often, anger, Haku kept working. He worked hard to perfect his skills in everything he bothered to learn and was made to study by Zabuza. He thought, then, he could trick Zabuza into giving him what he wanted. He shouldn�t have even tried. After Haku had drugged Zabuza�s tea, because Zabuza never drank alcohol no matter what anyone said, he�d helped Zabuza to bed and then had never left him. He�d gotten to see what Zabuza looked like naked, admiring the lithe, muscular body that was his master. Before he had actually been able to take advantage of Zabuza�s unconsciousness, the Demon of the Hidden Mist woke up. He�d been angry. So very angry. Haku had backed off, a smart move, as Zabuza merely snarled and growled and got dressed. And then, Haku made a grave mistake in provoking Zabuza�s temper by saying something he shouldn�t have. That night was the first night Zabuza had ever beat the shit out of him and left him to take care of his own wounds. That was the way Haku knew he�d crossed a line Zabuza had kept between them, for Haku�s own protection.

Haku had seen the way Zabuza�s body had reacted to his touch. He�d seen Zabuza�s erection and listened to his soft sounds of pleasure. He hadn�t even known what an erection was at that time, but he knew what the sounds meant and if Zabuza was having a good time, then he was having a good time. But Zabuza hadn�t been having a good time when he realized who it was who was making him react that way and then the ten-year-old�s world blossomed into unimaginable pain. Zabuza hadn�t cared he�d been beating a child, hadn�t cared that Haku cried out for mercy. When he left Haku it was in a storm of anger, his back stiff, erection gone and body covered by his clothes once more, face a mask of blankness. Haku had cried. Cried long and hard and screamed hatred at the elder man as he nursed bruises and cuts. When he had calmed down enough to gauge the wounds like Zabuza had taught him, he found no broken bones or deep lacerations that would take months to heal and leave scars. Once he was bandaged up he had gone in search of Zabuza and had found the man outside, body quivering with what had to be anger.

But it wasn�t, no. What Zabuza was shaking with was exhaustion, as he had worked out the rest of his anger by chopping down trees into little pieces with Kubikiri Houcho. If they decided to stay in the area, they would have enough firewood to last them through till next winter.

How he felt like a fool, standing there wrapped in crimson stained linens, staring at the man who was his mentor. Zabuza had given him everything. Zabuza had given him is life, a place to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear. He had given him care and the strength to take care of himself if Zabuza had to go away for a long time. Zabuza had given him respect and his trust and Haku realized he had abused that respect and trust. He had tried to take advantage of Zabuza�s momentary weakness and had proved to Zabuza just how vulnerable he was. Something within Haku changed then, something that made him want to protect Zabuza as much as Zabuza protected him. When Zabuza had turned around, saw him there, he froze. Haku remembered seeing Zabuza�s eyes so wide, his face so innocent, and he thought for a moment that standing across from him wasn�t a twenty-one-year old man, but a young boy, one who terribly needed a friend. Haku had offered his hand then, not as a whimpering little child, but a young man who knew comfort was needed. Zabuza had taken his hand and hugged him and Haku knew he had made the right decision. That night, Zabuza had explained to Haku that he wasn�t a pervert, that he wasn�t the kind of person who took advantage of little boys. He�d taught Haku to be able to take care of himself in the event they were separated or got lost or Zabuza died so Haku wouldn�t have to give in to people like that, that he wouldn�t have to give up his own respect for himself to become just the flavour of the night. Haku had promised Zabuza then he wouldn�t let him die. Zabuza had laughed and told him everyone dies, that it�s part of life, that no one should fear death because it isn�t really an end, but a beginning.

Then Zabuza promised Haku when he reached the age of majority, he would give Haku what he wanted. Only if Haku wanted it by then.

When Haku had first turned fifteen, he�d discovered that Zabuza couldn�t keep his normal air of indifference when around Haku in close quarters. The boy had quickly discovered then just how he could manipulate his way into Zabuza�s bed. Zabuza had been angry when he had found Haku beside him and Haku had been nicely sated if sore. All he had to do then was give the man the innocent eyes and watch Zabuza struggle to stay angry. The few nights on the couch had been worth it. When Zabuza had finally calmed down, Haku was shown just what the Demon of the Hidden Mist could do when given the right incentive. How he had shivered in pleasure as Zabuza did nothing more than speak to him, aching for attention and slowly receiving it inch by intolerably pleasurable inch.

When Haku had told Zabuza what he could do with that voice of his, Zabuza had laughed.

The sound had done unimaginable things to Haku�s libido.

And a few months after that, Zabuza had taken a mercenary job that Haku didn�t agree with. But Haku understood why Zabuza needed to do what he was doing and so he stood with him, supporting him. While he didn�t agree with the methods, he lived for Zabuza, for the man who had raised him, taught him, loved him. Zabuza would never leave him, not even for a second, and while the elder man knew Haku could and would take care of himself, something about Gato made Zabuza even more nervous than usual. And then the stupid bridge. Haku knew that Zabuza would never have taken the job to stop construction of a stupid bridge, but the money had been good, and so Haku had never said anything that Zabuza hadn�t known already.

And then the brats and their jounin sensei had shown up and ruined everything. If they hadn�t of been spotted by Gato�s spies, he and Zabuza would have gone on just gently sabotaging equipment to delay production of parts and construction of the bridge by a day or two, assassinating a few people here and there that got to sniffing around what they shouldn�t, and generally left the populace of that stupid little island alone. Gato still wouldn�t have known what they were really doing and they would have still been being paid the large amounts of money Gato had offered them in the first place. But no, Kakashi and his brat genin had decided to make their appearance known and had caused quite a stir. So, now, there was no choice in their actions. They had to do what they were being paid to do.
And then they had died.

Haku glanced around the town that used to be nothing more than a shanty. So many lives had been fulfilled since his death, the quiet little oppressed village had grown up into a bustling town, and many were crossing over the bridge which had been completed since his death. Gozu had told him that. He paused for a moment to bask in the sounds of life, hiding in the shadows as he watched people go by. It would be easy to pick a few pockets of unsuspecting passersby, but he was taught much better than that. Still, money would be needed if he wanted to survive long enough to get to where he wanted to go. And these people looked well off enough to do with the loss of a few yen here and there. As he walked through the crowds then, he pulled several wallets from pockets and purses, took a few bills and coins and put the wallets back, all in a split second. Only a ninja would be able to see those movements, but as he wasn�t caught and given a lecture, there were no ninja nearby. He heard voices telling the story of Naruto and his friends to the children and was half-tempted to add in his side of the story. It wouldn�t be appreciated and, after all, Haku was supposed to be dead. So he listened and he grinned and he moved on because he was needed by the man whom he loved.

Haku paused at the foot of the bridge and looked up at the great sign that spanned it, eyes going wide before he began to laugh. He doubled over, arms around his stomach, laughing as hard as he could and drawing stares. When he sobered he moved on across the bridge, still grinning widely.

�The Great Naruto Bridge, huh?� Haku said to himself, still snickering. �Fucking orange.�
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