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Back from the Dead

Zabuza Momochi, the Demon of the Hidden Mist...
...was alive?!

How could that be possible? I watched him die at the hands of Gatou's thugs ...h-he should be dead. Yet there he was, with his massive sword in hand, and the tip was pointed right at my neck...

...and I knew instantly he was here for Kakashi.

"Where's. Hatake."

It wasn't even a question, it was a demand, and I had the feeling that if I didn't give him the answer he wanted, I wouldn't really be feeling anything else ever again. But... I was stupid. Before I could reign in my brain, I retorted.

"What does it look like?"

Oh great! This was fan-fucking-tastic. Here I go again. Aggravating an extremely dangerous S-Rank nukenin that did not look like he was in a good mood.

...Not to mention the fact that he was supposed to be dead.

The sword bit deeper into my flesh as he moved closer, pulling the blade lightly across my neck so it felt almost like a graze of Kakashi's teeth, just razor sharp teeth, and filled with killing intent. A shiver ran through my body. Zabuza probably interpreted as fear, but I knew better.

How could a sword against my neck possible turn me on - at a time like this?!?!?

If I imagined it as Kakashi of course, but that was beside the point. The point was that it wasn't Kakashi; it was Zabuza's massive sword.

Blood began dripping down my neck. It was not a good feeling. Neither was the panic rising in my chest. "I will not show fear..." said a little voice in my head. It was overpowered by a mini Sakura running around in endless circles screaming at the top of her lungs:
I'M GONNA DIE!!!!

"What?" he growled

The venom that filled his voice would have snaked its way into my nightmares along with Orochimaru doing the can-can in Sasuke's body... Well, only if I was going to survive this particular encounter with him...

...and I had to face it, the chances weren't all that high.

He blatantly ignored my question, instead repeating his previous question, that sounded a lot more like a command this time around.

"Where's. Hatake."

This time as he said it, he sounded even scarier.

But my brains reflexes weren't working. Instead of falling silent I exploded:

"Are you deaf or something? I just said it! He's NOT here!!!! Sure this is his apartment, but as you can see I'm here, and he isn't. I'm sure you're pissed about that, but you aren't as pissed as I am about the fact that he isn't here, because instead of him kicking your ass, you are kicking mine!!! And aren't you supposed to be dead???"

Then I remembered where I was, and who this was, and what I was frightened. Now, I had gotten him angry. I think at first he was intrigued by my defiance, and wanted to see how far I would go, until I fainted out of fear.

But now I was up shit creek, and I didn't know how to get out!!!

He grazed the sword over my windpipe again, but this time hard...
...so it didn't really turn me on...
...drew a lot more blood...
...and increased the current flow...

But he managed not to cut or expose my windpipe. Yep, he was an assassination expert all right, and he knew how to kill quickly, but sadly for me, slowly as well. The stronger flow of blood from my neck had reached my bellybutton, and the front of my towel was soaked with my blood.

It was fucking red!

Blood was the hardest thing to wash out!

Why didn't I take a different colour, no... Why didn't I put some clothes on!?

What the hell was thinking?

Well, I couldn't be expected to think, let alone stand up after Kakashi finished with me. I used that as an excuse and consoled myself about my current situation.

I was so busy thinking about Kakashi, that I didn't even notice the demon behind me - until he pulled my body back and it collided with his.

My head flew back and smacked into his solid bare chest, and I exposed my neck. As I rocked forwards, from the impact against him, I narrowly missed cutting my neck again. If he hadn't moved his sword and pulled me back a fraction, I would have cut my own head off.

I was soooo stupid.

He just saved my life. That was strange; I thought he was about to take it.

But still, what the hell was he doing behind me?!?

I was wearing a fucking towel. Again I asked myself why I didn't put my hipsters and a bra on at least.
Clothes were an inconvenience in this apartment, because all I ever wanted to do was take them off, and it was true that I had gotten used to a sheet or a towel, but this was just embarrassing...

...to be found dead in a towel?

Why was I such an idiot?? I could keep lying to myself and still say that it was Sensei Kakashi's fault, and I shouldn't be expected to think after he fucked me senseless.

But, I had never liked lying to myself.

Zabuza pulled me closer, and I could feel the warmth of his skin on my back, and I realised my lack of clothing.

Strangely enough, I was getting slightly turned on by this situation.

Half naked guy, and girl wrapped in towel?! Who wouldn't?

Demon of the Hidden Mist or not, he was hot.

O.K, I am a pervy, horny bitch, but I am not THAT pervy and horny. Well, not that horny at least. Everyone else I knew was pervy-er and horny-er.

Riiight, brain, just stop.

"Listen up Pinky," he paused. My brain decided that this was the moment to start working again. The return of my brain also woke my pride. And my pride was not happy with my newly acquired nickname.

Pinky? Is that the best he can think of? He's not that inventive! Is that the only thing he noticed? I doubt he even noticed that I was a girl?

At that instant, he turned me so I faced him, and took both of my wrists in one hand.

He tightened his grip, pissing me off because it was rather degrading and it hurt, but I didn't move a muscle. His other hand was now free to violate my body starting at my throat.

He traced the thin line that was the cut on my neck, and I clenched my teeth in pain. He chuckled, and his fingers slowly travelled lower... I turned my head away and froze in that position.

I became still, and I mean still. I could have been a statue for crying out loud.

That didn't necessarily mean that I didn't feel anything.

Oh, I felt something, and I'm sorry to say that is wasn't disgust...at least not at him.

Every time he touched my skin, I got more and more disgusted with myself for reacting to the tingling sensations erupting all over my body.

I ignored the fact that I was being felt up by a 'supposedly' dead man, and concentrated on Kakashi. Inwardly I kept wishing that he would burst in, come home, and I would forget my encounter with the demon, and joke about it with Ino tomorrow.

But that would be bad for two reasons:

The first one being more logical and less self-centred would have to be as soon as Kakashi walked through the door, he would be attacked by someone he also thought was dead.

The second one: HE would hold this over my head for the rest of my life, and laugh his head off once he realised exactly what happened.

No, I had to get rid of the demon myself.

But that was the complicated part. I was running extremely low on chakra, and wasn't thinking straight, and armed only with a towel.

I could drop the towel and stun him to death, but that wasn't such a good idea.

Zabuza managed to interrupt my thoughts again, turning them all perverted- which they should have been in been first place. But the demons hand had stopped moving. His hand was back where it started...
...on my throat.

He pulled roughly, pulling me to face him. My head snapped around, and I stared straight at him.

My throat burned, the pain was only just bearable.

Then my wet hair followed slapping against my neck, and mixing with the blood.

I tried not to freak out about the fact that I had blood in my hair.

I had much bigger problems.

Zabuza stared right back. His flat balck eyes were broing into mine. Neither of us moved.

O.K, this was getting slightly more uncomfortable.

Oh! He was waiting for me to answer to my new nickname. Um, no. I would never do that. We were going to be standing like this until the world ended because I would never, ever respond to the name Pinky. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what I was doing here.

Well, while he is figuring that out, I will figure out a way to get out of here, and somehow get rid of him before Kakashi gets home.

O.K, the sword isn't at my throat, which should be a reasonably good sign. All I needed now was to get out of his grasp, find panties, a bra, some jeans, and a weapon because I am not fighting him with my chakra filled attacks, mainly because they wouldn't be chakra filled...

...more like chakra empty...

Anyways, back to the task at hand... the best place to go would probably be the bathroom. Loads of my clothes were there, and it has a rather sturdy door.

Now, to get away from the demon...

All he had to do was make one false move, and I would be outta here. He already underestimated me, but would he make a mistake??? Well I had to be ready anyways. I tensed my body, and got ready to set my brilliant plan into action.

I just hoped it wouldn't get me killed...

This is another one of my twisted ideas...
Its a totally crack couple that should NEVER EVER happen, mianly beacuse their children would just look disturbed...
All pink hair and pointy teeth...
I wrote this one to calm down, and and it has my sick idea of humor in it.
So tell me what you think, because reviews make me write more...
I go into hyper writing mode when I get them... seriously.
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