;Demon of the Hidden Mist

𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈. 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃. 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴,  𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙾𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚉𝙰𝙱𝚄𝚉𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂. 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚎. 𝟸𝟶+ 

𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚞𝚜/𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜/𝙾𝙲/𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘'𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢. 

        “You stupid.. idiot… Smart enough to avoid vital points but not enough to run away???”         Any other words and his eyes would be filled with salty tears as his voice already showed signs of trembling. In his rude-own way, Zabuza pressed the girl under his arms as well leaving a hand over her head-to continue patting. Supporting his chin over her head as he closed his eyes.

@medicrin​ asked:  

[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support. //I give you emotional support Rin

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“Maa, maa, you don’t have to impress me with how well you can hold your booze, I don’t want to be carrying you out.” 

     Kakashi takes his own cup, sloshing the liquid around for a moment before tipping it back. He tilts his head aside quickly to take a gulp of the beer before adjusting his mask back in place a second later. His muscles still ached; the alcohol was a helpful distraction. He grins, “You’re very welcome.” Kakashi is grateful they were able to side together in the end and help the village, “You were quite formidable yourself. You weld that blade very well.”

                  “ HA— Impress you? HA HA HA HA. I’m showing you how a man ‘s supposed to drink! shutup.”  Zabuza forced a laugh that went together with his heavy fist slapping the counter-table they were. Konoha’s alcohol wasn’t the best but was enough to start to have an effect on his senses. His indicador finger poking Kakashi’s hitai-ate as he shook his beer cup, spilling a little to the side while speaking. “ Shouldn't had saved my life then, take responsibility.”

      Haku has been vaguely aware of his surroundings the last three months. Trapped in darkness, he could hear the beeping of the heart monitor, and the muffled sounds of voices. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t move. He couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead. If he was honest with himself, it felt like both. Stuck in this realm of life and death. It was cold. Colder than any of the ice he could have summoned. But worst of all, it was lonely. It was just him and endless darkness. 

      Though, he has noticed recently, things have felt warmer. The voices around him were clearing a bit. He wondered if Zabuza lived. Wondered if he was suffering the same fate as him. Lost in darkness. It saddened him greatly at the idea of that. He did his best to protect the man and still failed in the end. 

What a worthless weapon he was.

      Maybe he deserved this fate of loneliness. Undeserving to be at Zabuza’s side any longer. He hated the thought of that. He kept begging to a nameless god to give him a second chance. That he would do better. Fix things.

      His pleads were broken at the feeling of fingers brushing his face. A familiar hand. It couldn’t be… Was Zabuza the one at his side now? He fought as hard as he could to wake up. He didn’t want to live in this darkness any longer. Feeling Zabuza’s hand, that clearly meant he was still alive, right?

      It started with his hands, they twitched slightly against the hospital bed, and then a soft groan rumbled from his throat. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to open, squinting a bit at how bright the room was compared to the darkness he was just in. The very first thing he could muster up to say was, “Zabuza-sama…?” His voice cracked from lack of use. His mouth felt so dry. He became self away of all the tubing he was attached to. He was alive. He actually survived Kakashi’s attack. He didn’t care to question it, he was overjoyed that his pleas were answered. He really was gifted another chance. He just wished the room wasn’t quite so blurry.

@demonclawx​ – ;

“Any slower and I would’ve thought you a dead man, Zabuza-san.”

The ‘demon of the Hidden Mist’? What a fucking joke. Such a title for such a man was like calling a kitten a threat, and he saw no such a thing; just a run-of-the-mill ninja with just enough talent to scrape by and be chosen as one of the Seven Swordsmen, an institution he’d have to see reformed with their ranks filled with real ninja. Maybe he could start with this lout. 

“Come, walk with me. That little shit, Yagura, is presently preoccupied this morning.”

“ …….. ” Silence followed Zabuza as his step became even slower. He was paid by day, not hour. No reason to hurry.

@ramenthings​​ asked:

what dat mouth do ??

      It was over, isn’t it? His cause, his purpose... All of them smashed in a swift slice heavier than his sword. Even Kubikiribōchō was taken after their embarrassingly bitter-sweet lost.        Zabuza was already tired from asking himself if dying wouldn’t have been better. Being in hell would be less.. shameful to his pride. Gatou would have to wait a little more for their date; cursed be his durable body to endure deep wounds and still crawl out alive. Wherever Haku.... the sleeping prince laying over the hospital bed felt more like fell from heaven.        Every day from the last 3 months Zabuza keep bothering the doctors and nurse by staying there, like a dog waiting on their owner be back home. Quietly waiting; like a ghost even.        “ Kid....” Arms aching while pulling the sheets, tucking him nicely and fluffing their pillow. “Choose already if you want to stay or not on this dammed earth. Haku.” As other days prior the assassin wasn’t waiting answer, listening to him breathing was enough for now. “ You’re making me wait too long..”