Momochi Zabuza was lying on the ground, staring into the nothingness of snow as he looked into the cloudless sky, wondering where it had all come from. Haku was in town for the moment, picking up resources that Zabuza had told him to retrieve. So the man sat int eh cold, his mask stuck to his face from the cold, staring at nothing in particular. The thought of solitude somewhat upset him, as Haku was so far away from him. He couldn't help but to feel a bit lonely despite the fact that the boy had only been gone a half hour. He sat and worried about him, though not for long. He stood quickly and decided to go to the outskirts of the Yukigakure, as that was the town Haku was in for the moment.
He rose quickly and trekked slowly through the snow; it stuck to his boots but by now he was used to the slipperiness of the slopes in the area. Luckily he had practiced a bit before coming to this god awful place. It was far too cold for anyone to enjoy themselves, though Haku seemed to appreciate it for unknown reasons. Zabuza himself found it awfully inconvenient and a hazard to everyone in the area. It was clear from his scowl under his mask that he did not enjoy the harsh climates in the area. He craved for the temperateness of the Mist, though he knew he could no longer go out. He was cast out as a rogue, too violent for them to bear with. After killing all of his classmates as he was only instructed to kill as many as needed, he was seen as a monster or a brute even. The Demon of the Bloody Mist, or that was what they called him. He chuckled under his mask as he just kept moving on.
After some time, in the haze of the frozen tundra, an outline could be seen. It was a man, about his height and who carried a rather large sword on his back covered in cloth. "Samehada..." Zabuza said to himself too quiet for the man to hear. He reached for hism own sword, the Executioner blade and moved forward slowly, never taking his eye off of the opponent. "Kisame!" He would shout. "You've got a lot of balls showing up here Shark Boy." He glared at the back of the man's head, tempting to cleave him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He rose quickly and trekked slowly through the snow; it stuck to his boots but by now he was used to the slipperiness of the slopes in the area. Luckily he had practiced a bit before coming to this god awful place. It was far too cold for anyone to enjoy themselves, though Haku seemed to appreciate it for unknown reasons. Zabuza himself found it awfully inconvenient and a hazard to everyone in the area. It was clear from his scowl under his mask that he did not enjoy the harsh climates in the area. He craved for the temperateness of the Mist, though he knew he could no longer go out. He was cast out as a rogue, too violent for them to bear with. After killing all of his classmates as he was only instructed to kill as many as needed, he was seen as a monster or a brute even. The Demon of the Bloody Mist, or that was what they called him. He chuckled under his mask as he just kept moving on.
After some time, in the haze of the frozen tundra, an outline could be seen. It was a man, about his height and who carried a rather large sword on his back covered in cloth. "Samehada..." Zabuza said to himself too quiet for the man to hear. He reached for hism own sword, the Executioner blade and moved forward slowly, never taking his eye off of the opponent. "Kisame!" He would shout. "You've got a lot of balls showing up here Shark Boy." He glared at the back of the man's head, tempting to cleave him. "What the hell are you doing here?"