(Fic) Slave Boy 11/11
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chuunin_archiveTitle: “Slave boy”
Series: Naruto
Author: Snow Tigra
Pairings: ZabuzaxHaku, NarutoxSasukexGaara, OrochimaruxHaku
Warnings: Yaoi. Pets. Slight age differences, assassins and certain characters being older then we've seen in the series. ~_^
Summary: Zabuza's worked for his share of unsightly characters. But when his current boss gets a boy as a 'gift' he finds himself forgetting his current job and getting distracted by this boy.
I woke in a daze of thoughts, my head swimming and my eyes refusing to focus. The surface beneath me was wet and warm, making my stomach churn form the coppery smell that wafted around me. The light above me seemed far too bright, blinding me the minute I opened my eyes and it was a fight to even stay conscious. Minutes passed and it seemed even longer, but eventually my mind found a settling ground and things started to make sense.
I was lying on the bathroom floor, my head throbbing wildly from the very back where I'd been hit. Sitting beside me on the floor was one of my larger boots from the closet, one that sported a steel toe and treads bigger then most of the shoe. Well, now I knew what hit me… even if I had no idea how he'd managed to get that out of the closet and into the bathroom without me seeing him. The kid was good, far too good. Once again I'd completely fallen for his little trap and I felt like a complete moron.
A complete moron with a bleeding cut in the back of his head, slowly covering the floor. Well, that just made everything better, didn't it?
I stood up to my feet, feeling only a little woozy from moving a bit too faster. Then I was at the sink, using a formally white hand cloth to hastily clean off the wound. The bleeding receded to a small incessant drip down my back and I finally decided it wasn't worth bothering with, least not for right now. I moved out of the bathroom and threw on clothing, my mind quickly realizing that Haku was no where in the room. Soon, neither was I.
He could have escaped by any number of ways. The advantage of our building having so many ways up and down gave my employer his own choice of escape routes should something happen. However, it also messed up my chances of catching anyone trying to get in and out. That's why Shikamaru had a job and he was good at what he did. The fact that the alarms weren't going off in the hallways meant one of two things had happened, and I didn't have to think about them too hard. Needless to say, Shikamaru was out, or possibly dead and I didn't have time to check on him.
Assassins worked in their own ways, but the assignments always went the same way. Take out the sentry and guards, then take out the target. I had been down in the bathroom and Shikamaru wasn't responding. No one else was racing through the halls like me… so Haku had to be in the room where his target was.
At least it would make him easier to find.
My pace picked up, my eyes scanning the hallways and stairs as I checked my gun by touch to make sure it was in working order. I knew the gun well enough I could tell it would work by feeling the gears and the bullets and it made it much easier to keep my eyes on what was around me and be prepared. I made it to the area where Orochimaru slept, only to hear the sound of one of my own guns going off, a bullet thumping into the door in front of me.
Shit, he'd gotten into my guns as well?
I moved forward and kicked the door open, immediately dropping as another gunshot moved through the room. A blink from me and my gun was aimed as I took in the scene.
Orochimaru's bedroom was a mess, pillows on the floor, along with a blanket creating a curved speed bump that made dashing across the room a nice little annoyance. Orochimaru was leaning against the bedpost, holding the gun in his hands. Needles glinted in his leg and two in the shoulder of his dominant arm, forcing him to hold the gun in his other hand. So he'd shot the door while missing Haku, he wasn't able to hold the gun steady with his weak arm.
Haku, meanwhile, was crouched in the corner beside me, needles glinting in his hands, between his fingers. The perfect weapons for an assassination. He watched me with deadly eyes as I fired my gun, my motion only hesitating a second. But it was a second too much, because in that second he was moving, rolling under my shot and a handful of needles flew out, two catching me in the shoulder and two more catching me in my neck.
The feeling was sharp but dull. Then, a low, numb feeling shot through my body and I fell to the ground, unable to move. Fuck… this boy was too good.
It was immediately apparent that his chosen weapon, the one he was best with, were these needles. They weren't poisoned and I didn't have time to figure out where he'd kept them on his body, or hid them in the bedroom, but he was a master. Four hits and he'd taken me down, hitting just the right nerve clusters to complete disable my movement.
In a second's time, I'd failed in my job, which was now showing in front of my face. I couldn't move, I couldn't move a single limb in my body. Instead I just landed on the floor, jerking just a little as the needles were pushed deeper into my body and I was left to lay and watch.
Another set of needles hit Orochimaru, this time completely on target. Four needles in a perfect circle punctured his heart, and he was dead in an instant, falling on his own gun. One of his snakes slithered out from under the bed, curling over his body before it disappeared once more. It was fitting in a way, as if the snakes were mourning their sick master.
Lights flashed above me as Haku finally stood from his crouch. The alarms had finally been tripped and I knew in that instant that Shikamaru was perfectly fine, he had always been. He must have trusted me to take care of everything, and instead turned on the alarms when there was a problem with me taking down the assassin. He must not have loved our employer much either… or maybe he'd received another offer. Whatever the reason he had his reasons, and I couldn't blame him. Neither of us would be upset with Orochimaru dying and now it was done.
In a few moments, Haku would be dead as well. It seemed we would all get what we wanted… well, except me.
Haku dropped the needles he had left, the thin metal clattering loudly on the floor. His foot steps were silent as he walked over to me, still barefoot and still wearing the shirt I'd offered him. It drooped off one shoulder, making him look young and almost innocent once again. His hair was tangled, matted to one side and I finally did notice a bullet wound in one leg, but it wasn't serious. He moved as if it wasn't there, not even seeming to notice it.
I was left watching helplessly as he crossed over to me, and knelt next to my body, looking at me quietly. I couldn't move to respond to him, but I could feel the floor beneath me grow warm. I was bleeding again, and this time I knew I was dying.
“Zabuza-san.” He said softly, just watching me. Then he did the strangest thing. He laid down next to me, his body draped across mine. His skin was cool to the touch, still feeling dead, yet there was a kind of warmth in it at the same time… or my thoughts could have just been dissipating. “I wish… you could have loved me.”
I heard the door open behind me, my world dropping into slow motion and blurring sounds. Men clattered into the room, their guns clicking to ready.
A thought occurred to me as I heard the bullets escape into the air and pierce through both of us.
I felt as if I'd been here before.
Dying with him.
Dying with him on the cold ground, hearing the random noises around us. And it felt familiar, the fact that I was lying here, not able to tell him what I wanted to. Never able to tell him.
My consciousness drifted away and my very last thought filled my being. White dots filled my vision and for a moment, as I looked at Haku's silent face… it was snowing.
The end.
Series: Naruto
Author: Snow Tigra
Pairings: ZabuzaxHaku, NarutoxSasukexGaara, OrochimaruxHaku
Warnings: Yaoi. Pets. Slight age differences, assassins and certain characters being older then we've seen in the series. ~_^
Summary: Zabuza's worked for his share of unsightly characters. But when his current boss gets a boy as a 'gift' he finds himself forgetting his current job and getting distracted by this boy.
I woke in a daze of thoughts, my head swimming and my eyes refusing to focus. The surface beneath me was wet and warm, making my stomach churn form the coppery smell that wafted around me. The light above me seemed far too bright, blinding me the minute I opened my eyes and it was a fight to even stay conscious. Minutes passed and it seemed even longer, but eventually my mind found a settling ground and things started to make sense.
I was lying on the bathroom floor, my head throbbing wildly from the very back where I'd been hit. Sitting beside me on the floor was one of my larger boots from the closet, one that sported a steel toe and treads bigger then most of the shoe. Well, now I knew what hit me… even if I had no idea how he'd managed to get that out of the closet and into the bathroom without me seeing him. The kid was good, far too good. Once again I'd completely fallen for his little trap and I felt like a complete moron.
A complete moron with a bleeding cut in the back of his head, slowly covering the floor. Well, that just made everything better, didn't it?
I stood up to my feet, feeling only a little woozy from moving a bit too faster. Then I was at the sink, using a formally white hand cloth to hastily clean off the wound. The bleeding receded to a small incessant drip down my back and I finally decided it wasn't worth bothering with, least not for right now. I moved out of the bathroom and threw on clothing, my mind quickly realizing that Haku was no where in the room. Soon, neither was I.
He could have escaped by any number of ways. The advantage of our building having so many ways up and down gave my employer his own choice of escape routes should something happen. However, it also messed up my chances of catching anyone trying to get in and out. That's why Shikamaru had a job and he was good at what he did. The fact that the alarms weren't going off in the hallways meant one of two things had happened, and I didn't have to think about them too hard. Needless to say, Shikamaru was out, or possibly dead and I didn't have time to check on him.
Assassins worked in their own ways, but the assignments always went the same way. Take out the sentry and guards, then take out the target. I had been down in the bathroom and Shikamaru wasn't responding. No one else was racing through the halls like me… so Haku had to be in the room where his target was.
At least it would make him easier to find.
My pace picked up, my eyes scanning the hallways and stairs as I checked my gun by touch to make sure it was in working order. I knew the gun well enough I could tell it would work by feeling the gears and the bullets and it made it much easier to keep my eyes on what was around me and be prepared. I made it to the area where Orochimaru slept, only to hear the sound of one of my own guns going off, a bullet thumping into the door in front of me.
Shit, he'd gotten into my guns as well?
I moved forward and kicked the door open, immediately dropping as another gunshot moved through the room. A blink from me and my gun was aimed as I took in the scene.
Orochimaru's bedroom was a mess, pillows on the floor, along with a blanket creating a curved speed bump that made dashing across the room a nice little annoyance. Orochimaru was leaning against the bedpost, holding the gun in his hands. Needles glinted in his leg and two in the shoulder of his dominant arm, forcing him to hold the gun in his other hand. So he'd shot the door while missing Haku, he wasn't able to hold the gun steady with his weak arm.
Haku, meanwhile, was crouched in the corner beside me, needles glinting in his hands, between his fingers. The perfect weapons for an assassination. He watched me with deadly eyes as I fired my gun, my motion only hesitating a second. But it was a second too much, because in that second he was moving, rolling under my shot and a handful of needles flew out, two catching me in the shoulder and two more catching me in my neck.
The feeling was sharp but dull. Then, a low, numb feeling shot through my body and I fell to the ground, unable to move. Fuck… this boy was too good.
It was immediately apparent that his chosen weapon, the one he was best with, were these needles. They weren't poisoned and I didn't have time to figure out where he'd kept them on his body, or hid them in the bedroom, but he was a master. Four hits and he'd taken me down, hitting just the right nerve clusters to complete disable my movement.
In a second's time, I'd failed in my job, which was now showing in front of my face. I couldn't move, I couldn't move a single limb in my body. Instead I just landed on the floor, jerking just a little as the needles were pushed deeper into my body and I was left to lay and watch.
Another set of needles hit Orochimaru, this time completely on target. Four needles in a perfect circle punctured his heart, and he was dead in an instant, falling on his own gun. One of his snakes slithered out from under the bed, curling over his body before it disappeared once more. It was fitting in a way, as if the snakes were mourning their sick master.
Lights flashed above me as Haku finally stood from his crouch. The alarms had finally been tripped and I knew in that instant that Shikamaru was perfectly fine, he had always been. He must have trusted me to take care of everything, and instead turned on the alarms when there was a problem with me taking down the assassin. He must not have loved our employer much either… or maybe he'd received another offer. Whatever the reason he had his reasons, and I couldn't blame him. Neither of us would be upset with Orochimaru dying and now it was done.
In a few moments, Haku would be dead as well. It seemed we would all get what we wanted… well, except me.
Haku dropped the needles he had left, the thin metal clattering loudly on the floor. His foot steps were silent as he walked over to me, still barefoot and still wearing the shirt I'd offered him. It drooped off one shoulder, making him look young and almost innocent once again. His hair was tangled, matted to one side and I finally did notice a bullet wound in one leg, but it wasn't serious. He moved as if it wasn't there, not even seeming to notice it.
I was left watching helplessly as he crossed over to me, and knelt next to my body, looking at me quietly. I couldn't move to respond to him, but I could feel the floor beneath me grow warm. I was bleeding again, and this time I knew I was dying.
“Zabuza-san.” He said softly, just watching me. Then he did the strangest thing. He laid down next to me, his body draped across mine. His skin was cool to the touch, still feeling dead, yet there was a kind of warmth in it at the same time… or my thoughts could have just been dissipating. “I wish… you could have loved me.”
I heard the door open behind me, my world dropping into slow motion and blurring sounds. Men clattered into the room, their guns clicking to ready.
A thought occurred to me as I heard the bullets escape into the air and pierce through both of us.
I felt as if I'd been here before.
Dying with him.
Dying with him on the cold ground, hearing the random noises around us. And it felt familiar, the fact that I was lying here, not able to tell him what I wanted to. Never able to tell him.
My consciousness drifted away and my very last thought filled my being. White dots filled my vision and for a moment, as I looked at Haku's silent face… it was snowing.
The end.
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