#*haku

And we're back again! not to a regular schedule yet, but the neighborhood is going through their reconstruction to the original lots!

“I... can’t get this kid I met out of my head.” Kisame sighed. “It’s not as if a genjutsu user would plant memories of friendship, right?” 

“What are they like?” Haku questioned and beckoned for them to follow him to the kitchen. 

“The memories?” Kisame questioned and followed behind Zabuza. 

“Yes.” 

“Nice? I haven’t remembered much... Like, it’s me but not me. And the kid I met was older than he seems in these memories.” Kisame explained. 

“Konoha and Kiri are at peace, and you would be an idle spy.” Haku stated “But, this sounds different. If they were after a spy you would not know.” The ice user shrugged as he loaded more rice into the cooker. “This sounds like they were bored.” 

“Since when do you know so much about genjutsu?” Zabuza questioned at Kisame’s side. 

“I have a lot of time to think.” Haku responded gently. “And a lot of time to study.” 

Zabuza sighed softly. He knew Haku would rather be fighting at his side, but the time for that was over. Kisame was there and he could finally give Haku the life he deserved. 

“Bored?” Kisame laughed. “Just decided to use my head as a testing ground? Yeah, that makes sense.” So was he remembering just residual? But he would have remembered everything right then if that was the case. Run through things before the genjutsu user. Instead it was random. Sporadic. No, not really random, it was triggered, but he never knew what could do it. 

“They still could have stolen information.” Haku stated and held up a celery stick to him. “Do tell the mizukage that much. Change all the security codes.” 

Kisame took it and idly chomped on it. 

Kisame followed his lead. 

Haku appeared from the kitchen into the hall, wearing a simple green yukata and apron, his hair down. Kisame had forgotten just how long it was. The way it reached down half his back. He wondered vaguely if the ice user would ever cut it. 

“Do you ever think of cutting it?” Kisame asked as he brushed the other’s hair. It was easily half way down his back and even if it was constantly hidden by their cloaks he still made sure it was treated accordingly. It would not due to let the other’s appearance suffer. 

“No.” he responded without hesitation. His dark eyes stared into the mirror before him. He was beautiful. 

“Kisame.” Haku repeated. 

Zabuza placed a hand on his arm, jogging Kisame back to reality. “Are you sure you’re fine?” 

“I was given the all clear.” Kisame responded. “Just... remembered something.” 

“Something important?”