he threads a string around his finger carelessly , pulling and tugging away until his finger is red and wrapped up ; he tugs violently , pulling it off like he was weeding a garden – he likes the pain as it unravels , falling to the floor as his eyes watch it’s tumbling . he says nothing , in fact he fears that there is nothing to say at all , but simply watches the floor in shock at what has happened to his soul .
haku looks up at kisame , broken and fragmented , and feels pain searing down his chest from his unending heart break . he flattens his hands on his knees and bites his lip , unsure how to break the silence between them – and the pain that must ravage the both of them – instead he just stares wide eyed at the only person he thinks can help him get up and move again , if not live . he feels tears welling in his eyes , stinging , and turns back to looking at his hands .
he feels weak when he cries , he’s seventeen and can’t even stop himself from crying , how could he ever be a man if he let himself show he is weak ? he bites harder on his lip , close to breaking skin , and lets out a heaving sigh of pain . // @sharksdeath
FALLEN COMRADES ARE NOTHING NEW TO HIM, yet for some reason, zabuza’s fall coils something tight in his chest. kisame has never been one to mourn, and he understands that the burst of emotion likely comes from growing up on that same genin team, but it still baffles him nonetheless. the petty part of his mind wants to justify his past decisions of cutting all ties and forming no new bonds ----- but for once, kisame finds himself too tired to argue with himself, even mentally.
the contact they’d kept was just as much on kisame as zabuza, and idly, he wonders whether or not mei will have anything to say about it. he’d also be lying if he said that part of it had to do with keeping track of haku. there was something about the boy that always drew kisame in ----- always amazed that zabuza could actually stand the child, when he first realized the situation. now, haku sits at his feet, stuck in the inevitable void of anguish and pain, and kisame doesn’t know if he has the capability of keeping haku from descending.
doesn’t mean he won’t try, though. ‘ cry, if you’re going to cry. stop dragging it out. ’ it’s sharp, sharper than he’d intended, and kisame shakes his head against the feeling of genuine disappointment over zabuza’s sudden death. inhaling deeply, he holds his breath for a moment or two before exhaling. ‘ if that’s what you need to do, then do it. forget about whatever else you’re thinking of. mourn the way you need to mourn now, because after this, there won’t be time. ’