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@demonclawx​ said:  "...I wonn't let my buddies die. Yaah. Soo fucking cheesy. " Mimicking the other, Zabuza chugged another jug of beer, only leaving his lips to show as he attacked the snacks he ordered early. Annoyed eyebrows as he pushed one cup for Kakashi." Drink drink! See it as a thank for; the grest bastard copy ninja Kakashi end up saving my ass. After almost leaving me without two arms....Merciless of you. I should fix you and all of your dogs someday...but it was really really cool.. the whole.. sharigan.. copy and stuff." He drinks another cup, already getting his face red.

“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.” 

“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. 

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At first, Haku had been adamantly opposed to anything related to 'the accident of becoming Zabuza's ward,' as she called anything to do with the Momochi clan. For nearly three years, she had called a small house on the outskirts of Kiri home, but now... Now Zabuza was alive, and here, and she couldn't've found a reason not to live with him even if she had wanted to. Which she didn't. That said, though...

The Momochi family home was a bit dusty, more than a bit drafty, and wide-open (high ceilings, large rooms) compared to where she had lived in until now. As a consequence, even two layers (a turtleneck and leggings under a kimono) weren't enough. Resigned as she was to endure it, the pretty ANBU had forgotten how well her father Zabuza could read her, which made a pink blush flood her cheeks.

"...May I?" It would drown her, given their size difference, but if he truly didn't mind...

Though questions flooded her mind, Haku quickly decided that none of them mattered. Not the hows, or the whys, none of it; all that mattered was that he was here, that he was alive. Wide brown eyes filled with tears just as quickly, and for once, the kunoichi reacted entirely on emotion alone. Launching herself forward, she wrapped her arms around Zabuza, face buried against his chest as silent sobs made her shoulders tremble just a bit. Good thing her makeup was waterproof. "Z-Zabuza..." Somehow, she managed to collect herself enough to speak. "I -- I missed you."

Emotion and honesty were new to her, but he deserved no less.

Wah-

Sakura never did make a big deal out of her birthday. She had gotten a few things here and there from coworkers and friends but she never expected Zabuza of all people to slam something on her desk. Papers, some pens, and a few of her desk decorations clattered to the floor to make room for the suitcase. After watching far too much true crime shows, she quickly, and silently begged for there not be a squished up dead body in the thing. Though... She had to admit it would be a rather funny prank. 

Ah! From Haku! Now she knows for sure its safe. 

“Ah! Zabuza-san, you and Haku-kun didn’t have to do this for me!”