ぎせい

Chapter Three

戦士

They were both tools. They were both weapons.

"I have served my purpose."

She hated it, but he let it happen.

"Why do you let him do this to you?"

"Without him, I do not have a purpose."

She hated watching him risk his life over and over again just so that their master could stay alive. Even then, when he faced death over and over again, their master never paid attention. He never cared.

She always asked him why he even cared about their master.

"Zabuza-sama gives me purpose." He would say. "I am needed. He saved me when I was a child."

Haku viewed Zabuza as a hero. He viewed him as a savior, as a guardian. But she always thought, if he was your guardian, why did you have to save him all the time?

She viewed Zabuza differently. But it was probably because of what he did. He saved Haku, but what did he do for her?

He killed her family. And he took her with him.

"It was for your own good." She'd scoff at that remark.

The day she met Haku, she was in shock. How could this generous, caring, gentle boy serve a bloodthirsty, cruel murderer? She asked him. How could you stay with him?

"Then why are you still here?"

She never really liked Zabuza for what he did, but the more she stayed, the less she could remember her family. Their faces were mere blobs, with blurred lines and faded smiles. The pain in her heart was gone.

As she was trained under Zabuza, as she was turned into a weapon, she forgot how she felt.

But the moment she started warming up to them, reality swooped in. It took the two people in her life she cared deeply about.

And as she ran away from the Land of Waves, in search of a new home, she caught sight of a head of pink hair near the dock of ships.

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