Swan Attack; 2 (Naruto)
He stares in abject horror at the - foul fucking creatures before him.
With shaky hands, he brings his senbon up to his throat - he's only inches away from jabbing them right in the perfect place to kill him instantly before a hand shoots out and encases his in an iron grip.
"'The fucks the matter with you?! Put your damn senbon down and control your summons, Haku. You need to assert dominance early with this kind of thing."
Haku states, betrayed, at Zebuza - he doesn't get it. Haku's tried explaining it before, of course, but his idiot mentor thought it was Haku's unusual idea of a joke.
Of course, it wasn't. What's funny about this? What sick fuck would find comedy in this kind of horrific situation?
God, or whatever the hell comes close to it in these godless lands, maybe. It had to be. Why the hell else does this shit always happen to him?
"Did ya hear me or not? Get a move on. Your swans are gonna start attacking you at this rate."
Haku whimpers as Zabuza, that damned traitor - pushes him into the swan pit.
He always thought it was fishy he picked up a little no-name orphan with a bloodline limit at just the convient time to avoid his death. Who knew he had been playing the long-con the whole time to watch Haku get eaten alive?
As the swans surround him, only going to be disinterested for so long, Haku squeezes his eyes shut bracingly and thinks with as much malice as possible - if he survives this, he'll make Zabuza's own demise as slow and painful as possible for taking his senbon from him and throwing him to the swans without mercy.
Even Haku, who has killed dozens of men at Zabuza's command in ways other may call cruel or unusual, would never be so fucking callous.
"Oh- come the fuck on. Is this your shit about swans again? I already told you, Haku, they're fuckin' harmless. Get a move on, those summons ain't tamin' themselves!"
Haku opens his eyes in a glare, and hatefully says -
"Zabuza-sama, speak not on what you do not know. These disceptively 'graceful' birds are stone-cold killers, at heart. I mourn for you, if even a nin of your calibre cannot see this." He practically spits, venomous. His mother would have had his head, had she heard him - let alone find out it was a shinobi he was directing that 'disrespectful tone' at. It was perhaps the harshest he's ever been with anyone in this life, and for good fucking reason.
"You'll get along great then, the dumb birds sound just like you. So make sure you don't waste your damn summoning contract and go and make contact already!" Zabuza shouts, annoyed, above the pit. Not even phased by the hatred from his so-called protege.
Zabuza had to be a demon. No matter how many denials he has made of this to Haku, he had to be - who else would ever be so inhumane? One of the swans look, idly, towards Haku - and fuck it, he's not ashamed to admit he cried a little. Anyone would.
Zabuza groans in annoyance as Haku cowers in fear, and further cements this idea in Haku's head.