I am the one you hate?

*sighs and fidgets* Its been so long since I have written for this series....This oneshot wasn't very good I don't think...I could have added something to it...I dunno...should have made it more emotional or something instead of being so dry...but oh well *shrugs*

Hope you "enjoy"

LET THE ANGST-FEST CONTINUE!

Thank you Akina for inspiring this and helping me come up ideas~ and cracking a whip to make me write @_@

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It's so loud in this metal box I can barely even hear my own raggid breathes, its like the sound is pulsing through me in place of my heartbeat, which I can no longer feel either. Is that because it truely has stopped...or is it just so loud in here I can't sense anything. I shut my eyes and shake my head.

Zabuza where are you? I can't feel you near me...whats going on again? Why is it so loud?

A sharp pain shoots through me, my finger's grip whatever is below me as a pained gasp floods through my lips...lost the the sounds of the wailing from all around. "Hold on ma'm! We'll be at the hospital in about eight minutes!" My hazy eyes fling open in alarm as I feel a hand press into my chest. My head rolls to the side and I take in the sight of a man leaning over me, blood lining his gloves and parts of his long sleeves.

Oh...thats right.

Tears stream from my eyes. "Zabuza." I cry harshly as my mind takes back control of my body and I start to remember what is going on, start to really feel the pain.

"Zabuza will meet you at the hosiptal ma'm. Don't you worry." There it is again, ma'm....its almost comforting yet somewhat bitter to my ears. A sloppy smile etches my face as my head lulls back to the other side. I managed to save him, my precious Zabuza, by letting the bullet take me instead. It is a decision I would make any day no matter what.

I must live, for him....I must stay by his side to protect and watch over my precious Zabuza. My time hasn't come to an end yet.
Feeling something heavy and wet pull from my body I look down and see a blood soaked cloth being thrown back as another takes its place, but not before more blood gushes forth. The concerned look on the man's face as he tries to save me is comforting as my eyes slid shut.

My body already feels like a burning carcuss but I know I can make it and I'm not going to give up. A vague ripping sound echoes through the small metal box as we take a sharp turn left and the tires of the ambulence hit some kinda pothole. I feel my shirt being gently taken apart, for what I assume is to give better view of the wound.

"Oh fuck no." a disgusted growl from the man saving me enters my throbbing ears. What does that mean? Slowly, with what feels like the rest of my strength, my eyes flutter open and with groggy vision I see the horrid sneer curling up his lips. His eyes, which had just been filled with compassion and determination, now look to me as if a I were some waste that had landed on his new shoes.

He stands up and backs away from me. Finally, after all this time, I feel my heart slam against my chest and my muscles stiffen. What is he doing?! Tears over run my face as words attempt to crawl out of my throat to call to him.

Please, oh please don't leave me here like this. I feel blood start to wash over my sides, a slow tingling flows through my body. Its like its all going into a painfull sleep. My weary eyes watch with flowing tears as my chest heaves with the attempt to make pleas.

My finger's twitch in my attempt to reach out to him. I watch as he walks toward the front of the ambulance, his eyes still boaring into me. A sob cracks from my throat, mingled with the only word I can manage to form, "Please,..." Again my eyes fall shut, my mind tries to force on my body...tries to stop the blood from leaving me.

Zabuza's face flashes in my minds eye, once more a heartwrenching sob echoes through the space around me.

"What the hell is going on?!" I hear a voice from the front, different from the man who abandoned me.

"I'm not working on that abomination back there. Let it die." the harshness of the voice bites into me.

It.....that.....abomination...?.....Oh...thats right. Me. He is talking about me. My body trembles, or at least I'm assuming it does as my vision beings to tremble as the creaking of the stretcher below me rips through the air.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! GET BACK THERE AND SAVE THAT GIRL!"

I hear a snort, the sounds of the wailing siren is now but a dull roar as I have gotten used to the sound.

"That ain't no girl. Thats a he-she. A fucking freak, there is no way I'm saving it. It deserves to die."

Tears stream down my cheeks as my lips quiver. No...I'm not a freak...please....don't leave me...I must get back to Zabuza, he will be lost without me...wont he? Yes....I must hold on.

"Its not up to you to decide whether someone lives or dies just because you don't like their life chooses, get fucking back there and keep working on him!"

Yes, oh thank all the stars in heaven, a new sense of hope washes over me. I hear the dripping of what can only be my blood as its scent starts to assault my nostrils. I can't have lost that much blood right? I can barely feel my body anymore, where is that man? Isn't he coming back now?

"Fuck you Johnson, I ain't touching it." The slow almost sluggish beating of my heart freezes. No

"Fine then asshole, you drive and I'll go back there!!"

"I told you I'm not helping you save that thing."

"YOU FUCKING PRICK! You can't let him die!"

"Then I suggest you drive faster."

I can no longer hold my eyes open, how long have I been here? He said eight minutes till we got there...but wasn't that yesterday?...no that can't be right....Time has fallen from me, haven't I been here ages. How long must I feel myself dying? I'm not ready yet. Sitting here listening to them argue over my life causes a feeling of uselessness to raise up in me, I haven't felt this way in so long it aches.

How is it that I have to lay here and wait to to be rescued, what have I ever done wrong? I've only loved one man, I've done all I could to make that man happy, and I'm not done yet. I can't just lay here and die.

Why...why.....why is he doing this? I refuse to apologize, I refuse to say who I am is wrong.

My body shifts on the blood stained sheets below as I hear the screech of tires on pavement, he really is going faster. A morbid smile slowly creeps across my face. That poor man, driving this thing, I'm probably causing him more stress then he should have to endure. I vaguely hear his deep rumbling voice continue to roar out profanities and curses to his partner.

Everything is dulling, now its like my whole is made up of nothing but a soft throbbing. I'm fading, but I can't...not yet.

"Za.....bu....." za

My last breath wheezes through my lips as my arms slid down to fall uselessly to my sides.

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"Sir! Listen to me! That man could have lived! My partner abandoned Haku, right when he started to hemrage. He left the man to die alone. He wouldn't even take over driving so I could go back. Sir, he killed that man!" Johnson cried out as he slammed his fists on the desk before him.

His partner stood a few feet away from him, arms crossed over his chest while glaring at the legs of the desk. A soft growling sound filled the room as the man Johnson was reporting to took into concideration what was just said.

"Anderson you are suspended for a week without pay. Don't let something like this happen again, not having your ambulance completely stocked could loose you your job next time. As well as you Johnson for not checking the supplies."

The man's eyes narrowed as he looked to Johnson, said man's eyes widened in disbelief, "Sir you can't be...serious. This wasn't a case of not stocking up properly. Anderson just left that man to die!" The cheif growled as he leaned back in his chair.

"Are you calling me a liar, Johnson? I can have you fired in a heartbeat. I will wash your sheet clean, I will make it impossible for you to get back into the medical profession ever again if you utter a word of this to anyone else. Besides," he cupped his hands together and grinned up at Johnson," Who is going to believe you, a rookie 25 year old with a history of criminal past over me, a well respected chief of 37 years?"

Johnson shuddered in disbelief. They were going to get away with it?


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"We're sorry Mr. Momochi...but Haku didn't make it. There was just too much damage to be repaired, there wasn't anything we could do for....him." The tall dark haired man just stares forward at her, like an ice statue frozen in place...his fingers fisted at his sides.

Its a mistake, he thinks...Haku can't die...not yet...not without him.

"Where is he?" the gruff voice of the man hisses through the room.

The doctor bows her head before nodding gently, "I can take you to see his body now. Just follow me."

One would expect the sound of creaking metal to sound through the halls as Zabuza takes rigid steps forward, his body barely listening to his commands.

They make it to the room without incident, the dark haired man makes it to Haku's side...on a cold metal slab.

His arm extends toward the motionless sheet that is laying overtop the love of his life, shaky fingers grip the cloth and slowly, lovingly pull it down over the face of his Haku. "Haku." the breathless sound of his lover's name tumbles from his lips as his finger's trail down that tear soaked face.

Desperation rushes through his body, he gently shakes the body, "Haku!...Not yet...not yet."

The doctor at the door walks over slowly and places her hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry Mr. Momochi...he is dead...there was nothing we could do."

Zabuza throws his arm back and knocks the woman away from him as he pulls Haku into his arms and rests his chin on the limp shoulder as suppressed tears start to leak out. This shouldn't have happened... this just isn't right. The men that took Haku away said he'd should be fine...didn't they? They wouldn't let him join Haku on the ambulance because they needed the extra room to get around.

"Haku!" he cried as he carefully lowered the lifeless brunette down to the slab and looked to his face with loving tenderness he only expressed around the young man.

--I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual--

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Hm...sadly I know this happens D: It doesn't seem very believable but that's just because I fail at writing.

If you didn't get what happened Oo...for some reason. The guy took off Haku's shirt and saw Haku stuffed his shirt and realized Haku wasn't really female...but I was hoping that was pretty obvious.

I didn't know how to end it D: and I suck at writing Zabuza in character ;-; Hope it was decent!