Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Petals ❯ End ( Chapter 30 )
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By: Magical_Reality 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Shounen / Shoujo / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 215 | Visits: 484 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Shounen / Shoujo / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 215 | Visits: 484 | Status: Completed
Drabble Thirty
Title: End
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me.
Summary: When those last moments are all you have. [ZabuHaku]
A/N: This takes place when Haku dies. /Sniffles/ Poor Haku…These are pretty much the inner thoughts of Zabuza, which are completely made up by me. Review!!!
Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo
The snow blanketed the grass, painting the ground white. It fell on the tip of his nose, and stuck to his eyelashes, making it hard for him to blink. His hand was resting on a pale, blood-smeared cheek, his thumb brushing over cold lips. He could feel his heart slowing in his chest.
“Haku…” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the effort. He coughed up the blood in his throat then shifted to look into lifeless brown eyes. They were still so pure. “I’m sorry you had to suffer.” Zabuza swallowed hard, his breaths becoming shallower by the second. His vision was starting to blur. “I-I hope I can be with you wherever you may end up.”
And as the world went dark around him, he heard Haku whisper his name.
The snow kept falling.
Title: End
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me.
Summary: When those last moments are all you have. [ZabuHaku]
A/N: This takes place when Haku dies. /Sniffles/ Poor Haku…These are pretty much the inner thoughts of Zabuza, which are completely made up by me. Review!!!
Oo Oo Oo Oo Oo
The snow blanketed the grass, painting the ground white. It fell on the tip of his nose, and stuck to his eyelashes, making it hard for him to blink. His hand was resting on a pale, blood-smeared cheek, his thumb brushing over cold lips. He could feel his heart slowing in his chest.
“Haku…” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the effort. He coughed up the blood in his throat then shifted to look into lifeless brown eyes. They were still so pure. “I’m sorry you had to suffer.” Zabuza swallowed hard, his breaths becoming shallower by the second. His vision was starting to blur. “I-I hope I can be with you wherever you may end up.”
And as the world went dark around him, he heard Haku whisper his name.
The snow kept falling.