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Second Chances in the Mist	By : AnansiScribe Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Second Chances in the Mist�
Chapter 1: �Rebirth in the Mist�
Disclaimer: Naruto
and its characters do not belong to me by any means. Masashi Kishimoto and Shonen Jump own the
series and its characters, not me.
Author�s note: I am not a fan of the
genre yaoi/shounen-ai in general. However, there are
specific pairings that I have developed a fondness for. One of those pairings
is Zabuza/Haku. They had a tragic ending in the Naruto series and I wanted to see them with a happier, or
at least more hopeful, ending than what they got. So this story is my way of
making it happen.
As Zabuza
died, his last thought was, I�ll see you
soon, Haku-chan.
When the Demon of the Hidden Mist
awakened, he was surrounded by ethereal blue mist.
�Where am I?� he asked.
�Relax,
Momochi Zabuza,� a deep
yet wraithlike voice answered. �You�re
not in hell . . . not yet.�
�Where�s Haku?�
Zabuza asked.
�Somewhere
else,� the voice replied. �Never mind
your consort for now. I have an offer to make you.�
�What?� Zabuza
spat.
�How
would you like to do it all over again?� the voice asked. �A second chance for you and Haku. A new life for you both.�
�What kind of shit are you spewing?�
Zabuza asked.
�It�s
not a lie, Zabuza,� the voice responded. �I really can give you both a new life. All
you have to do . . . is accept my offer.�
If the voice had had a corporeal
form attached to it, Zabuza would have most likely
attempted to cut it down. That impulse, though, was checked by his love for Haku. As much as he hated to admit to anyone other than himself,
he needed the boy much like most mortals needed air to breathe. If whoever was
talking to him really could give him a second chance to be with Haku, what choice did he have . . . other than to refuse
and go to hell?
�You�ve got a deal, motherfucker,� Zabuza growled. �But if I find out you�ve been bullshitting
me, I�ll die again just so I can track you down and kill you.�
�All
right, then,� the voice spoke. �There
is a catch, though.�
�What?� Zabuza
asked.
�You�ll
be the only one to remember your past,� the voice answered. �So you�ll have to make him love you all over
again.�
�Fine,� Zabuza
hissed. �Long as I get to see him again, that�s all I care about.�
The next thing Zabuza
knew, the blue mist was so bright that it was blinding. Zabuza
instinctively shut his eyes . . .
. . . and
opened them again to find himself in a bed.
�Ugh, what kind of freaky shit was
that?� he asked himself. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood
up. Daylight seeped through the curtains of his room, enough for him to know
that his room was sparsely decorated. There was a desk and chair, a dresser, a
closet, a nightstand, and of course his bed. A look down at himself
revealed that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton drawstring
pants.
Memories began to flow into his
mind, of a rough childhood spent fighting to survive and gain respect among his
peers, of graduating college early, of taking up a teaching job at a junior
high school at the age of 22, and of having Haku as a
student since the 8^th grade.
Zabuza glanced at the clock on his
nightstand, which told him in glaring green letters that he was on the verge of
being late.
�Dammit,�
the assassin muttered and dashed into the bathroom, removing his pants and
entering the shower. He turned the �COLD� knob up to maximum and stood under
the icy water, quickly cleaning himself.
Five minutes later, he was dry and
dressing himself. Black slacks hugged his legs, a white dress shirt covered his
scarred torso, and black leather shoes encased his feet. A black tie and
leather jacket completed the ensemble.
Skipping breakfast, Zabuza raced out the door of his apartment and down the
stairway of his apartment building at a speed that would kill a lesser man.
Once in the parking lot of his apartment complex, he stalked to his motorcycle
and straddled it, revving it up and riding out onto the street at breakneck
speed.
He made it to Konoha
Junior High just before the tardy bell rang. Walking inside, he was greeted by
a silver-haired young teacher wearing a patch over his left eye.
�Ohayo, Zabuza-san,�
he greeted amiably.
�What do you want, Kakashi?� Zabuza growled.
�Just to inform you that your class
is waiting patiently for you,� Hatake Kakashi replied with that same amiable tone. His voice
dropped lower, almost conspiratorially as he added, �Especially Haku.�
Zabuza growled again and stalked to his
first class, which was Japanese History. At the moment, he recalled that they
were covering the role of ninja in Japan�s history.
�Morning, class,� he growled when he
entered.
�Morning, Momochi-sensei,�
the class greeted back.
Zabuza immediately noticed Haku, who was as feminine as ever, to the point of being
dressed in the girl�s uniform instead of the standard boy�s uniform. Despite
the lack of feminine curves, Haku filled out the
uniform quite well, he silently remarked.
�Can anyone tell me a myth
surrounding the ninja?� Zabuza asked.
�That they had special powers?� one
of the students piped up.
�That�s one,� Zabuza
replied. �Anyone else?�
�That they always wore black and
carried swords?� Haku suggested.
�Yes,� Zabuza
confirmed. �We are going to dispel those myths here in this class. First of
all, ninja did not have special powers. They simply made it look as though they
did through deception, as a form of psychological warfare.�
�Psychological
warfare,� another student, recognized by Zabuza as Uchiha Sasuke, echoed, gazing
intently at him.
�Yeah,� Zabuza
answered. �You see, psychological warfare is what happens when you take
advantage of your opponent�s mental hang-ups to either make him back down or
make a serious mistake that grants you the opening you need to finish him off.�
The class said nothing, allowing Zabuza to continue.
�Ninja did not wear black. They
simply wore whatever colors would enable them to blend into their environment.
Since many ninja made their kills in the forest, they wore forest colors so as
to camouflage themselves. If ninja were to operate in modern times, they most
likely would wear black because they�d operate at night and not in the day
where they could be seen by other people.
�Ninja sometimes used swords, but
not all the time. If a ninja were to disguise himself as a merchant, would a
merchant carry a sword?�
�No,� Haku
replied. �The merchant would most likely carry a dagger that could be concealed
on his person for self-defense.�
�Correct, Haku-chan,� Zabuza stated.
As the class went on, Zabuza noticed that while Haku
took notes, his soulful dark eyes kept traveling up to lock on him.
Is this reincarnation of Haku attracted to me? he
wondered. No, he�s probably just paying
attention to what I�m saying. Still, if he is attracted to me, it�ll go a long
way toward my mission.
Eventually, class was over and Zabuza was on his way to the next class he had to teach, as
in Japanese schools, it was the teachers that switched classes instead of the
students. If his new memories served him, this next class would be a pain.
In the next class, he spotted a very
aggravatingly familiar face. This face sported azure eyes and three
whisker-like markings on the cheeks, as well as wild blond hair on the head.
Uzumaki Naruto.
At the moment, Zabuza
was teaching the students the English language. Naruto
kept interrupting it by writing perverted words.
�Naruto-kun
. . . will you stop that?� he asked for what had to be the tenth time this day.
�Stop what?� Naruto
asked with a wicked glint in his eye.
�Writing perverted words,� Zabuza answered grimly.
�Why?� Naruto
asked. �They�re part of the English language, too, aren�t they?�
�Yes, but that doesn�t mean we speak
or write them in school,� Zabuza answered in his most
menacingly condescending voice. All of his students knew that when he used that
voice he meant business.
�Uh-huh,� Naruto
spoke in an almost bored voice.
Zabuza growled and stalked back to his
desk, from which he continued to teach the class . . . until he made the
mistake of asking Naruto to read page 46 out loud. In
predictably unpredictable fashion, Naruto twisted the
beginning paragraph of that page, reading it so that it sounded like this:
�Taku gaped with awe when he saw Miya slowly
reveal her womanly treasures to him. He drooled visibly when he saw her tits ��
�NARUTO-KUN!� Zabuza
roared. �For that, you�re going to write a short essay about the English
language . . .�
�Sounds easy,� Naruto
cracked, only to catch the bone-chilling smirk on Zabuza�s
face.
�. . . in
English,� Zabuza finished.
�What?� Naruto
uttered.
�If your command of the English
language is such that you can recite pornography to the class, then you should
have no problem writing it,� Zabuza spoke with that
same frightening smirk still on his face. �Two full pages. After
school.�
�Shit!� Naruto
exclaimed.
�Three pages,� Zabuza
amended.
Undeterred by this, Naruto prepared a spit wad and launched it at Zabuza through a straw while the teacher-slash-assassin had
his back turned. To his surprise, Zabuza simply moved
his head out of the way without even looking.
�How did you do that?� the blond
asked.
�Four pages,� Zabuza
replied without even turning to look at Naruto.
�Class dismissed.�
Zabuza walked out the door and to the
gymnasium. Looking through the plate-glass window of the door, he saw the boys�
group climbing the twin ropes two at a time while the girls� group played
volleyball. His eyes locked on Haku, who was
currently climbing one of the ropes. He watched appreciatively as the
cross-dresser�s slim, toned legs flexed, exposed by the girl�s gym shorts he
wore.
�Observing Haku-chan
again, Zabuza-san?� the gratingly amiable voice of Kakashi asked.
Zabuza didn�t bother looking at the other
teacher. �Fuck off, Kakashi.�
�Now is that language to be using in
a school?� Kakashi asked mockingly.
�I should . . .� Zabuza
started to say, only to cut himself off when he spotted another familiar face
in the gym. It was the useless pink-haired kunoichi
brat Haruno Sakura . . . and dressed quite fetchingly
in the girl�s gym uniform. He chuckled evilly. �I know why you�re here, Kakashi.�
Kakashi just snorted. �What would you know
of my reasons for being here?�
�Sakura-chan,�
Zabuza answered, drawing out the honorific. �She�ll
never notice you in a hundred years, Hatake. Not so
long as she�s obsessed with her �darling Sasuke-kun.��
�We�ll be late to our classes if we
keep talking like this,� Kakashi stated, changing the
subject.
�I suppose,� Zabuza
agreed, he and Kakashi parting company to make it to
their respective classes.
Eventually, the time for lunch came
and Zabuza found Kakashi in
the teacher�s lounge, reading a book. A cursory peep at the cover revealed the
book in question to be Icha Icha Paradise,
the English translation being Make-Out Paradise.
�Why do you insist on reading that
trash?� Zabuza inquired.
�To find out what happens next,� Kakashi answered.
�No, I think it�s just because
you�re a pervert,� Zabuza grumbled.
�Hi, Momochi-san,�
a dark-haired woman clad in a blouse and skirt that were two different shades
of blue greeted politely.
Zabuza spared her a grunt and a �Kurenai.� He slumped into a seat and removed a metal
lunchbox from his bag, opening it to reveal a utilitarian meal. He ate it with
little haste. It didn�t taste good or bad to him; he�d long ago ceased caring
about those things. He just ate because it was necessary, because his body
needed fuel every so often and would give out on him if it didn�t get it.
�Gee, you�re grouchy,� Yuhi Kurenai remarked.
Zabuza didn�t bother looking at her,
although he could hear her move on to conversing with Asuma
and Maito Gai. Once he
finished his meal, he sent dagger-like stares of death to Kakashi�s
silver head, while Umino Iruka
attempted to draw the patch-wearing teacher from his book. The most hateful
thing about the patch-wearing teacher, other than his nigh-unflappable
demeanor, was that they actually had something in common in this life. They
were both in love with their students, Zabuza with Haku and Kakashi with Sakura.
Neither one could do anything about it, as even though Haku
and Sakura were legally old enough to consent to sex, any relationship with
them until after they�d passed the entrance exams and entered high school would
be seen as an exploitation of the teacher-student bond. Fortunately for them,
no one else knew of their feelings but them.
Zabuza snorted softly. He could live with
the consequences of being found out, as he didn�t give a flying fuck what
anyone thought of him. As for Kakashi, he valued Kurenai, Asuma, and Gai as friends and Zabuza knew
full well that the silver-haired teacher would be crushed if any of them were
to think any less of him because of his feelings for his student.
After Iruka
had moved away from Kakashi and to his own lunch, Zabuza curiously peered over Kakashi�s
shoulder and read a passage concerning a beautiful student�s attempt to seduce
her teacher. With a snicker, he commented, �Wishing Haruno-chan
would do that to you, Hatake?�
Kakashi didn�t respond, only continuing to
read. Zabuza chose not to bother with him any more
than that, stalking out of the teacher�s lounge and going to watch the students
that had chosen to eat outside. Well, that was the excuse he�d offer to anyone
who happened to see him and inquire as to what he was doing. In reality, he was
just watching Haku, though his eyes moved to the
other students every so often so as to deflect suspicion from himself.
Haku didn�t really have many friends,
since most people tended to avoid him once they found out that he wasn�t a girl
but merely a very feminine boy who liked to wear girl�s clothes. The only two
people he consistently interacted with on a friendly basis were a red-haired
boy named Sabaku Gaara and
a pale-eyed girl named Hyuga Hinata.
Gaara was extremely hot-blooded and almost insane in
temperament, as to which scores of visits to the principal�s office for violent
behavior toward fellow students would attest. Hinata,
on the other hand, was even shier than Haku,
particularly where a certain troublemaker was concerned. Honestly, Zabuza didn�t know what she saw in that brat.
Haku was presently sitting with Gaara and Hinata, both of whom
had offered to share their food with him, the former somewhat grudgingly. Haku had refused, saying that he was fine with the food he
had already.
�You should eat,� Hinata insisted softly. �You�re almost nothing but bone and
skin.�
�He probably wants to maintain his
girlish figure,� Gaara remarked sarcastically.
Haku cracked a slight smile.
Zabuza�s deadly serious expression lightened
somewhat when he caught sight of Haku�s smile. The
boy had smiled so rarely in the last life, mainly because of Zabuza�s insistence that he was just a weapon and weapons
were not supposed to smile. The assassin-cum-teacher snorted in self-derision.
He�ll smile a lot more often now, he thought fiercely.
�Again with watching Yukikaze-chan, Zabuza-san?� he
heard Kakashi ask from behind him.
�What the hell do you want, Kakashi?� Zabuza asked.
�You might not want to let your eyes
linger on him so long, Zabuza-san,� Kakashi advised. �You�ll draw attention to yourself.�
�Aren�t you supposed to be spying on
Sakura-chan?� Zabuza
inquired with a sneer. �She�s your
personal obsession, not Haku.�
Kakashi grunted, a sign of the strain of
maintaining his composed demeanor.
�Why do you insist on following me
around every time I go to see Haku?� Zabuza asked. �It�s not like I bother you when you�re
stalking Sakura-chan.�
�It�s not stalking if you stay out
in the open,� Kakashi answered.
Zabuza chuckled as the bell rang. �We�d
better get back before anyone starts missing us.�
�Like anyone would miss you,� Kakashi quipped as the two walked into the school building.
The quip was innocent enough, but it
made Zabuza think. Would Haku miss me if I were to die today?
He shook his head. Quit it, Zabuza. You�re getting introspective again and we don�t
have time for that shit.
After classes were over for the day,
Zabuza sat at the desk of a classroom watching Naruto struggle through the first half of his four-page
English-language essay with an expression of cold self-satisfaction on his
face. While Naruto wrote his essay, Zabuza looked through the papers of his Japanese History
students. Haku�s paper was the one he spent the
longest on, admiring the boy�s penmanship.
Before he knew it, Naruto had handed him his essay. Zabuza
looked through it. �Not bad. Your handwriting leaves a lot to be desired, but
at least I can understand what you�re saying. In the future, keep the perverted
language outside of school.�
�Yeah, yeah,� Naruto
grumbled. �Can I go now?�
�Sure,� Zabuza
replied. �If I have to see you here again, I�ll make it worse. Got it?�
�Got it,� Naruto
griped before walking out.
Zabuza was about to leave the classroom
when Haku walked in.
�Momochi-sensei,�
he greeted.
�Haku-chan,�
Zabuza greeted. �What brings you here?�
�I . . . wanted to see you,� Haku admitted shyly.
�About?� Zabuza
prompted.
�I�m having a hard time with the
names of the weapons ninja used,� Haku replied.
�Kunai were short daggers with
diamond-shaped blades and hilts with loops on the ends,� Zabuza
stated. �Shuriken were typically four-pronged throwing weapons. Typically, such
weapons were meant merely to disable and stun, but they could also be used as
killing weapons. You ever heard of the kisarigama?�
�Ki . . . sari . . . gama?� Haku
echoed hesitantly.
�Beautiful weapon,� Zabuza continued. �A sickle with a chain attached. You used
the chain to ensnare your enemy and then you went in for the kill with the
sickle.�
�If you say so,� Haku
spoke.
Zabuza carefully studied the young man
while making a pretense of casualness. He had clearly frightened him with his
talk of the kisarigama, but at the same time, he
could tell that he was intrigued.
�If you�re having trouble, I could
tutor you,� Zabuza offered. �I mean,
entrance exams are coming up and you�re probably worried about getting into a
good high school.�
�Domo arigato gozaimasu, Momochi-sensei,� Haku spoke. �I would like that very much.�
�All right,� Zabuza
said. �We�ll start tomorrow after class. Right now, you probably need to get
home.�
Haku walked back to his home in an
almost-dizzy state.
Momochi-sensei offered to tutor me, he thought. Does he like me? The young man shook his head to clear it of such
foolish thoughts. No, he�s my teacher and
he doesn�t seem like the kind to be interested in a relationship with anyone,
least of all a cross-dressing boy.
Haku found himself in front of a large
two-story house painted beige-and-red. The house looked like an ordinary house
and it was, aside from the fact that it was home to youths that were rendered
outcasts by Japanese society for their sexual orientation. A young woman named Mitarashi Anko had started it
recently to show those young men and women that there were people who were
willing to accept them.
A sad fact of the Japanese culture
was that if the Japanese didn�t like something, they simply pretended it wasn�t
there unless they were confronted by it. A homosexual or bisexual person could
act straight or simply not exhibit their attraction to the same gender in front
of others and that would be fine. A boy who dressed in girl�s clothes, on the
other hand, constantly exhibited his deviance in front of others and that had
been why Haku�s parents finally threw him out of
their house.
Thankfully, I found these people, Haku thought as he entered the
house.
�Hi, Haku-chan,� a young woman with spiky dark hair greeted.
�Hi, Anko-san,� Haku greeted. Without a further word, he walked
upstairs to his room, sitting at his desk and preparing to study. Five minutes
later, he heard a knock on the door. �Come in.�
A girl with spiky blond hair entered
the room. �Hey, Haku-chan. Mind if I help you with
that homework?�
�Go ahead, Temari-senpai,�
Haku replied.
Temari walked to Haku
and peered over his shoulder while he did his algebra homework. �Actually, x equals 6.�
Haku blushed. �No wonder this problem
was confusing me. Thanks, Temari-senpai.�
�You�re welcome, Haku-chan,�
Temari responded. She sighed. �I�m still having a
hard time believing you�re a guy.�
�What�s there not to believe?� Haku replied. �I was born with a penis. No getting around
it, even if I do look and sound like a girl.�
�Not to mention dress like one,� Temari added.
�I like girl�s clothes,� Haku admitted. �They�re more comfortable.�
�Just don�t get in the wrong section
of the train when you�re going to school,� Temari
remarked. �Plenty of old perverts there that�d love to rub up against someone
as pretty as you.�
Haku shuddered. �Thank you for putting that
image in my head, Temari-senpai.�
At least, the older girl had the
decency to look embarrassed. �Sorry, Haku-chan.�
Haku just smiled warmly at her before
resuming his homework. Temari ceased hovering over
him and turned on the CD player, immediately hearing the music of Bj�rk.
�Nice,� she remarked.
Temari was the elder sister of Gaara and along with him one of the few friends Haku had. She�d been quite shocked when she�d found out Haku was a boy, shocked enough to verify it by groping his
chest and groin, much to the embarrassment of both Gaara
and Haku. She got over it quickly enough, although
she had a bad habit of dragging him to exotic lingerie stores just to tease
him.
That night, Zabuza
opened his closet and reached past his clothes to pull out a black sleeveless
shirt and pants, both made of motorcycle leathers. He quickly donned them,
along with black open-toed boots and black-spotted off-white arm-covers that
buckled at the ends. He wrapped white gauze around his face, concealing
everything all the way up to his eyes. He tied a black forehead protector
around his forehead and twisted it so that the metal bar faced his left. He
strapped a pouch of kunai and shuriken to his right thigh and finally, he
attached a large sword to his back.
Momochi Zabuza
was no more for this night.
This night, the Demon of the Hidden
Mist went hunting.
The Demon�s hunt had him stalking a
businessman named Tazuna. Gato,
the man who had hired him, wanted Tazuna dead because
Tazuna had bought out the R & D division of his
business and he was going to use his technology to improve the hospitals.
Naturally, a man as vile and self-centered as Gato
didn�t want his inventions being used to help others. So he�d called upon the
Demon of the Hidden Mist to kill Tazuna. Once Tazuna was dead, Gato could take
his company and regain control of his technology.
The Demon shadowed Tazuna�s limo from the rooftops of the city. Fortunately
for him, Tazuna�s driver was taking sparsely
populated back roads to avoid traffic and get him to his destination quickly.
Good, he
thought. This makes my job a lot easier.
Pumping chakra into his legs to
grant himself extra speed, the Demon ran ahead of the limousine and jumped off
the rooftop, somersaulting and landing in front of the limousine.
�What the fuck?� the driver uttered
in shock as he slammed the brakes.
With a few quick hand motions, the
Demon performed a technique that transformed the moisture in the air into a
blinding mist. With everyone else�s vision obscured, he somersaulted above the
limo and crashed into the backseat through the sunroof.
�Who the hell are you?� Tazuna asked.
�The man who�s gonna
kill you,� the Demon replied, casually lounging on the seat across from Tazuna. The businessman�s two bodyguards reached for their
guns. �You two oughtta be careful. Ya miss me, ya
might hit your boss.� He knocked on the glass partition separating the backseat
from the front seat. �After all, this is bulletproof, right?�
One of the bodyguards growled
softly.
The Demon of the Hidden Mist reached
into his pouch and pulled out two kunai, throwing them at the bodyguards. The
kunai sliced their throats and both guards slumped over, bleeding to death from
their throats.
�Should have hired better guards,�
he remarked. �Now get out of the car. I can�t kill you proper with so little
space.�
Tazuna sat there in silent defiance.
�Oh, you wanna
play like that, huh?� the Demon remarked. �Brave guy.�
He reached behind him and withdrew his large sword, thrusting it upward so that
it penetrated the roof of the limousine. One swift motion later, the back of
the limo had been torn in half.
Tazuna ran for his life and the Demon
followed. �Run all you like, little pig,� he hissed under his breath. �I�ll
still find you.�
�Is that so?� a familiar, annoyingly
confident voice asked.
The Demon stopped in his tracks,
confronted by a man in navy blue Kevlar mesh and a dull green vest. His face
was concealed all the way up to his eyes by a navy blue mask and his left eye
was concealed by his forehead protector. All that could be seen of him was a
dark right eye and silver hair.
�Copy Ninja,� the Demon snarled.
�Demon of the Hidden Mist,� the Copy
Ninja retorted calmly.
�Get the fuck out of my way!� the
Demon of the Hidden Mist roared.
�I think not,� the Copy Ninja
replied. �After all, I was hired to protect this man.�
The Demon chuckled. �Not like you
can copy my techniques with my mist blocking your vision.�
�I don�t need to,� the Copy Ninja
said. �After all, I�ve already copied a thousand.� He withdrew three kunai from
the pouch strapped to his thigh and threw them at the Demon, who dodged and
slashed at him with his large sword. The Copy Ninja blocked his slash with a
kunai and kicked him in the solar plexus, causing his foe to stumble back.
With a few more hand motions, the
Demon created a dragon out of water and sent it after the Copy Ninja, who
retaliated with a water dragon of his own.
�Damn it,� the Demon muttered under
his breath. �Forgot that this bastard already copied that
technique.�
The two water dragons clashed,
canceling each other out in a huge splash. The Demon created twenty water
clones and they all swarmed the Copy Ninja, attacking him with their swords.
While the silver-haired ninja was distracted, his opponent chased down Tazuna . . .
. . . only
to be halted by the Copy Ninja.
�Damn you,� the Demon of the Hidden
Mist spat. �You�re using shadow clones to fight my water clones, aren�t you?�
�How astute,� the Copy Ninja
answered calmly, pulling out three kunai in one hand and three shuriken in the
other. He threw the six projectile weapons at the Demon, who blocked them all
with his sword and charged at him.
�Quit wasting my time,� he snarled
as the Copy Ninja blocked his sword with a kunai. His eyes suddenly widened in
realization.
That�s the whole fucking point of this exercise! the Demon
silently roared. He�s delaying me! The
longer I fight him, the more time Tazuna has to get
away!
He swung his sword in an arc and the
Copy Ninja ducked, enabling the Demon to jump over him and break into a
chakra-fueled sprint. The Copy Ninja sprinted after him and the two threw
shuriken and kunai at each other as they ran along parallel courses. By the
time they exhibited the Demon�s field of mist, Tazuna
was already gone.
�Fuck,� the Demon uttered.
�My job is done,� the Copy Ninja
stated. �By now, Tazuna is on his way back home. And
your boss Gato will certainly not be happy that
you�ve failed your task. Of course, that�s an understatement. Later days.�
With that farewell, the Copy Ninja
vanished into seeming nothingness.
The Copy Ninja was right about one
thing, the Demon of the Hidden Mist mused. Saying that Gato
would be unhappy with his failure was
an understatement. The scumbag would probably send his thugs after him and
while the Demon was very certain he could defeat them, he was also certain that
he didn�t want to deal with that stress. Apparently, his only choice was to lay
low for the time being and place his full energies in being Momochi
Zabuza, schoolteacher than split them between that
and being Momochi Zabuza,
the Demon of the Hidden Mist.
As he made his way back home, the
Demon thought, At least I�ll have more
time to be with Haku.
End Notes: So what did you think of
my first attempt at shounen-ai/yaoi? Not too badly, I
hope. Personally, I�m more of a shoujo-ai/yuri guy,
but there are some shounen-ai pairings I�m fond of, Zabuza/Haku being one of them. That�s why I�m writing this
story.
Why are there ninja in this new
life? I�ll explain in the next chapter. If you�re wondering if Zabuza and the �Copy Ninja� are the only ninja in this
story, I�ll explain that, too, in the next chapter.
As for ages, the ages of the adult
ninja are the same as in the show, but Naruto,
Sakura, Sasuke, Hinata, and
Gaara are 14-15, while Haku
is still 15 and Temari is 17.
That�s all out of me. Feel free to
tell me how much you liked or hated this story.
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