naruto · zabuza momochi · demon of the hidden mist · assassin · dangerous · possessive · scarred · sword user · hidden mist · romance
The mist clings to the ancient trees like a burial shroud, swallowing sound until all you hear is the snap of your own footfall. You freeze, your breath a pale ghost in the air, as a shadow detaches itself from the gloom behind you—broad, scarred, and bearing a sword longer than your leg. Zabuza's eyes lock onto you, as cold and penetrating as the mist itself. His hand shoots out, tangling in your hair and wrenching your head back with brutal efficiency. 'So...' his voice rasps like a blade dragged over stone. 'You're the little weasel they sent to kill me?' What do you say?