Haku carried the soup and sake carefully, so as not to spill a precious drop of either and disappoint Zabuza-san. Ah, Zabuza-san... Ever since that day, when Zabuza-san had found him on the bridge, he’d admired him--his hard, muscled body, his height, even his bandages made Haku shiver pleasurably. Oh, what it would be like to unwrap those bandages, trace the lines of those muscles... Blushing slightly, he continued his journey down the hall to Zabuza-san’s room, where the older man was meditating.
He paused before the door and took a deep breath. Every day it got harder to see Zabuza-san and not want to... well, he always wanted to, but it was getting harder and harder not to... He flushed red. To do the things he wanted to do. He hoped Zabuza-san was asleep. At least then he could get a good view of the older man’s beautiful body.
He kneeled down and set the sake and soup on the floor so it wouldn’t spill when he opened the door. Before he could, though, he heard a voice from inside the room, Zabuza-san’s voice. He gasped. Was there someone else in the room with him? A determined frown on his face, he pressed his ear to the door. Who was with his Zabuza-san?
“Is it right, though?” Zabuza-san said contemplatively. Haku waited to hear a response, but instead it was Zabuza who spoke. “No, it can’t be. And yet... It’s so strong. I can’t deny it, not anymore. I have to...” There was the rustle of clothing being shorn. Haku gasped. Zabuza-san couldn’t be... doing that, could he? No, of course not! But he couldn’t deny the reality of the situation as moans and gasps floated from the room. He clutched his kimono tightly, knowing he should leave and give Zabuza-san his privacy, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.
With a strangled “Ah!” Zabuza-san finished... what he was doing. After a few moments, Haku let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He pressed even more closely to the door, hoping to hear more.
“It’s wrong,” Zabuza-san said, “so damn wrong. But who can blame me? No matter how wrong it is to have these kinds of feelings for your weapon, with a weapon like this, how can I help it?”
Haku froze, eyes widening. Zabuza-san had been thinking about his weapon? How many times had Zabuza-san called him his “weapon” in the years since they’d met? That meant...
Zabuza-san... had been thinking about him?
Haku stood. He had to go to Zabuza-san, tell him how he felt. How could he not, after hearing such a thing? He took a moment to contemplate how it would be... Zabuza-san would take him in his arms, kiss him softly... kiss him some more... and then they’d... yes, it would be perfect! Acting quickly, before he could lose his nerve, Haku slid the door open and stared at the scene before him.
After a long, tense moment, he slammed the door shut again and collapsed against it, face a brilliant red. He hadn’t known you could do that with a cleaver.
