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Dem Bones	By : zomboid Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dem Bones

How long he had traveled, he didn�t know, but he knew just how pissed off he was going to be when he got there. Haku was no stranger to hard travel; he�d experienced it enough when wandering lost with Zabuza. His legs seemed to have forgotten the torture and were currently aching with every step he took. Zabuza was going to owe him a massage. A foot rub. No, full body. THAT would teach him to go to ground in a location that was so fucking hard to get to. Not that Hell was hard to get to, that is, if you were dead. Since Haku was no longer that nor exactly human, he needed another way in. Which brought him to where he was now, sitting on the edge of a river bank with his feet in the water as he massaged his legs. The fishy dinner he�d caught had been exceptionally tasty, too. Haku sighed and massaged his calves, purring as aching muscles gave way to bliss. Still, he couldn�t enjoy the water for long because he was needed somewhere. The insistent tugging on his heart only became worse the longer he dawdled � or whenever he went in the wrong direction. That in itself wasn�t so bad, since it acted as a personal GPS that he didn�t have to worry about programming or breaking. Unless he broke, but then, there were ways to safe-guard against that.

Like killing your opponent first.

Haku shifted his legs out of the water and let them air-dry for a while before he rolled down his pants legs and pulled on his boots � a gift from Gozu before he�d really gotten going. He pushed himself to his feet with a series of grunts and groans, indulging in the noises because he knew this was the only time he�d get away with it.

He sighed, looking down on the gurgling waters and smiling a bit. When this was over, he decided to add swimming to the list of things to do. After the massage, of course.

Haku hummed to himself as he walked, just to keep him from going completely crazy. It was difficult to travel alone, really, because it was the silence that got you. When you traveled in a group, the silence didn�t matter, because there were sounds of life � and therefore comfort � all around you. Traveling alone denied you that comfort and so you had to entertain yourself to keep from going mad. Haku seemed to do that quite well, whether it was humming, playing with his claw, practicing his aim, or doing a little chakra exercise to prove he could still perform his Kekkei Genkai. Which he could, but it was painful. Which gave him something more to do; work to get over the pain. Starting there would be enough to distract him until he got to where he was going.

The physical pain, though, wasn�t as bad as he had thought it would be. The pain came more from protesting chakra pathways that had yet to be utilized in his new body. They were there, no mistake, but they were weak, like a body-builder�s muscles after a three year hiatus on the weights. That was obstacle number one. Obstacle number two was control and he had perfect control of everything; chakra, emotions, whatever, Haku had control over it. Until he saw Kubikiri Houcho being wielded over the prone form of a dark-red haired young man.

Then he saw red.

Instinct told him to attack; common sense told him to stalk, to learn about the bastard who held onto Zabuza�s zanbatou like he OWNED it. Haku was seething by the time the blonde and redhead returned to another pair, the male looking decidedly uncomfortable standing next to the female, pointedly moving to stand between the blonde and redhead as the group got ready to move on. When the group finally stopped for the night, Haku had dropped out of hot anger and had gone into detached cold anger that boded nothing good for those with a pulse. While he was waiting for an opportunity to go in and kill the bastard with Zabuza�s zanbatou an argument broke out between the blonde and the redhead, soothed only when the black haired boy cracked open one eye and glared.

Haku whistled lowly. There were only a few people with blood red eyes that he knew of, and most of them were dead, except for two.
Though he didn�t personally know Itachi, Sasuke was a whole �nother ballpark. He knew Sasuke, but he didn�t know what Sasuke could do now. And that had him stepping back from the killing edge a bit to observe. Sasuke certainly was the leader of the little group, commanding the others with a gesture or a look. The only female made Haku�s lips curl into a snarl because she was a threat. Oh, not to Haku � any woman rarely was � but to what Haku knew of Sasuke. After all, sacrificing yourself for someone you didn�t love with your very being was really kind of stupid. Of course, Haku mused, Naruto was the exception to every rule. Still she was the one he�d take out first, if only to spare Sasuke the pain of killing the bitch himself. Haku�s attention turned to the redhead, then, who had curled up against the blonde�s side like a very content kitten. He was dangerous, Haku noted, but he had a childlike innocence that made Haku watch a little closer. Oh, how he loved that blonde. A shift here, a touch there, and Haku discerned easily enough the affection the blonde had for the redhead. And if they all deferred to Sasuke, then they were equal to Sasuke�s strength or just a tiny bit weaker. Nothing Haku couldn�t handle.
Now, to slip down and slit a few throats without being seen. Easier said than done, really, because avoiding the gaze of the Sharingan was like trying to avoid being murdered by billions of angry African killer bees.

So, Haku mused, that was probably why he didn�t move until Sasuke had stopped staring in his general direction. If Sasuke knew he was here, he either didn�t give a damn or was going to find Haku�s attempt at assassination amusing. Generally, Haku hoped it was the former. He shifted off the tree branch, henged to seem as though he was just a falling leaf, and crept closer to the camp. It was only when he peeked through the bushes that he noticed the redhead was missing. He dodged the swipe and rolled into the encampment, smiling grimly at the surprised curses coming from somewhere around him. He didn�t have time to think, avoiding strikes that would have torn a slower man in twain. The redhead was grinning madly, pale skin sickeningly tattooed by ever growing marks. The more the marks grew, the surer Haku felt he was going to die.

�Juugo!�

The redhead froze at the command, hardly breathing. Haku blinked, slowly turning his head to stare right into Sharingan red. So many things could go wrong in that split second but Sasuke merely stared, almost open-mouthed in confusion. Probably wondered if he was crazy, Haku thought. Sasuke slowly approached, probably intending to see if Haku was real or not. Only the feel of Kubikiri Houcho digging into his back kept him from budging. Sasuke raised his hand and gestured; the pressure on Haku�s back lessened and vanished, the blonde appearing beside Sasuke with narrowed eyes. Haku let a grin grow as Sasuke came closer.

�Haku?�

�Sasuke.�

Sasuke sighed. �You died.�

�I did. But now I�m back and I want to know why that bastard has Kubikiri Houcho.� Haku pointed at the blonde who bared his teeth in return.

�I let him take it,� Sasuke replied.

�It�s not as though Zabuza needs it anymore,� the female groused.

Haku�s lips curled into a snarl. �That�s not the point, bitch.�

�Then what is?� she snarled in reply.

�Kubikiri Houcho belongs to Zabuza, dead or a live.� Haku growled. �That freak has no right to it!�

�Freak?� the blonde growled in return. �What are you talking about? You�re supposed to be dead!�

�Suigetsu, please.� Sasuke whispered. He turned to Haku, a somber look in his red eyes. He sighed and Haku knew he was trying to find the right words. It had to be hard for Sasuke, having to try and explain to someone who could kill him why some stranger held something that belonged to his precious person.

�Sasuke, why?� Haku whispered.

�Because Suigetsu-kun needs it.� The redhead whispered before Sasuke could speak. Juugo shifted almost uncomfortably under Haku�s piercing gaze.

�He needs it.� Haku repeated.

�We�re hunting Sasuke-san�s brother,� Juugo continued. �Kubikiri Houcho can help Suigetsu-kun against Samehada.�

Haku�s eyes narrowed a bit at Suigetsu. Finally he pointed a finger at the blonde.

�You treat that sword with respect, you understand? If I find out you�re not, I will kill you and it won�t be fast.�

Suigetsu snorted. �Yeah, whatever.�

Haku grinned, a dangerous grin that had Juugo jumping back a few paces. Even Sasuke flinched, which made Suigetsu swallow near audibly. Haku moved closer to Suigetsu then, raising his hand to grab onto the blonde strands and pull the younger man�s head down, twisting his wrist so that Suigetsu had no choice but to look into his eyes. Haku stared at him, dark eyes boring right into Suigetsu�s soul, leaving him no doubt that Haku would and could tear him apart. Suigetsu swallowed again and fought back the whimper that wanted to come out, breathing an audible sigh of relief when Haku released him. He slowly nodded and Haku shifted to join Sasuke apart from the group, leaving Suigetsu clutching onto Juugo. Between Haku and Juugo, Suigetsu decided he�d much rather deal with the redhead.
He, at least, was predictable.
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