Sooo, dunk writing! That screams for the most random prompt I can come up with, don't you tink? Soooo Zabuza/Tenten with "I hope you don't mind, I helped myself to your sword." Good luck!
Me @ you: -.-
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When Zabuza had decided to take the girl with him initially, he’d been thinking of her in terms of a weapon, an extra blade than lived and breathed and could be trained to strike when and where he commanded just like Haku.
He had not been thinking in terms of raising a teenager that was still no longer so young. He had not been thinking in terms of having to train an actual, real human being that thought and reasoned and went through mood swings.
He certainly had not been thinking that he would return to the inn they were staying at one day to find the entire room absolutely demolished from floor to ceiling. The bedding was slashed to ribbons, the walls scarred, and the floor was missing substantial chunks. In the center of the carnage stood the plucky young lady he had picked up one snowy night on a whim.
“I’ve been practicing what you taught me Zabuza-san!” TenTen’s smile was wicked as she looked up at the man who habitually refused to see her as more than a child. “I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your sword.”
If Zabuza had known what road he would start down that night, where their relationship was heading, he might have turned around and walked away right then.