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The Second Crack
"We can't keep him…" a woman's tired voice floated through Harry's black world. He could feel himself coming back to consciousness, and the realization that the heat was gone. The painful fire was finally gone, and wave of happiness swept through Harry.
"I know we can't afford another mouth to feed, but we can't let him return to the streets. Look how bad he was when I found him. He had blood poisoning…" Harry recognized that voice. It was the same fatherly voice he heard before he blacked out last time. Did this man chase away the heat?
"Then… I don't know… find someone else to take him in. But we can't afford him." Harry was used to hearing that. His uncle would often rant and rave about how much Harry cost to keep and how much better their lives would be if they didn't need to support such a foul creature.
"Kayo-san might take him. She had wanted a child for a while now…" The man trailed off. Harry didn't know who Kayo was and didn't hear anymore as he was pulled back into the blackness.
The next time Harry woke was to the sound of banging pots and quiet grumbling. He opened his eyes sluggishly and watched as a woman, the one from before, puttered around the house and talked to herself. She was mumbling about their broken down home, the snow, and how two of her boys insisted on going hunting. She didn't see the purpose of dragging young children out into the wild for food when they themselves could become a meal for the more vicious creatures out there.
Harry sat up, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. The noise caught the woman's attention as she turned her sharp eyes onto him and glared. "You're finally awake? Eat this." The woman threw a piece of bread at him and turned back to her previous activities. "Once you're done I'll take you to Kayo. She's expecting you," the woman snapped.
Harry was used to that tone and was quick to thank the woman for the food and ate it. He tried to prevent any crumbs, not wanting to further incite her anger. Once he was finished, Harry stood up properly and folded the blankets that had been used to cover him. He neatly piled them at the end of the cushion/bed that he had been on and stood off to one side to wait for the woman to notice him.
Seeing that he finished, the woman threw a pair of worn boots at him. "Put these on so we can go. You didn't have shoes before and my youngest doesn't fit them anymore." Harry nodded and walked to the door, slipping the boots on. They were too big on him but he dare not complain.
"You will have to freeze for a bit as we walk to Kayo's but you won't die. Let's go." The woman grabbed his arm and started pulling him out the door and down the street.
Looking back at the house, Harry wondered where the man was. "E-excuse me ma'am, b-but where is the man who saved me? I wish to thank him," Harry spoke softly.
The woman looked back at him and scoffed. "My husband is off providing for the family. He doesn't have time to waste on children like you. Goodness knows he's done enough for you already."
Harry stayed silent after that. During the walk he didn't find it particularly cold like the woman mentioned, in fact it was a nice cold. The snow crushed pleasantly under his too-big boots, and the freezing breeze wrapped around his body in a comforting sort of embrace.
They walked out of the down and down a winding road before they approached a farmhouse. The lights were on inside and Harry could see the smoke from a fire rising through the chimney. The woman rapped harshly on the door and scowled at it as they waited. Soon enough, the door opened and Harry saw an angel. The woman had a kind pretty face, and the fire burned behind her, making her seem other-worldly.
"This is the brat my husband promised you," the woman said as she pushed Harry inside the house. She didn't wait for a response and turned quickly and left.
A soft huff caught Harry's attention and he turned shyly towards the angel. "So rude that woman. Never mind that, come inside dear. Welcome to your new home, I am your new mother Kayo." The bent down to Harry's level and gave him such a motherly smile that Harry felt him returning it. He had a mother.
Unable to control himself Harry flung himself at the woman and wrapped his arms around her, savouring in the feeling of the first hug he would remember. Then he felt it, the main reason he would remember this hug. A wave of Icy hot heat surged up inside of him and crashed through him, reaching out to his mother. The icy heat pulled on something and he retreated back inside him, bringing in a silky cold that flowed through his body, wrapping around his fingers and toes, before settling comfortably around his heart.
When his mother pulled away, she was still smiling and didn't seem to have felt the same sensation that Harry did. Was it that freakishness that Uncle Vernon used to talk about? Harry decided to stay quiet on it, not wanting to lose his mother.
"What is your name dear?" His mother asked.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to tell her.
"Well, I will just give you a new name to start your new life, alright?" Harry smiled at his mother, happily agreeing. "Haku… with such fair milky white skin, you can only be Haku."
Haku… He liked it.
"T-thank you… Mother." Harry flinched, prepared for the reprimand.
A sniffle brought his attention back to his mother and Haku was amazed to see his mother smiling while crying. You were supposed to be sad when you cried, not happy. "I've wanted to hear someone call me Mother for a very long time," she whispered.
The silky cold inside him started pulsing at her words and Haku threw himself at her a second time, revelling in the feeling of a hug.
His mother was hugging him.
Haku loved his new life. His mother was always ready to spoil him, and his father would laugh and play with him often. When the snow disappeared, Haku was sad, but with spring came a new adventure -farming. The three of them had lived off the produce that Haku's father, Eiji, had stored in the barn through the winter, while occasionally trading some grain for meat in the village. Haku wasn't allowed to venture into the village just yet, as Kayo wanted to be close at home while he was still young.
Being only 6 years-old, Haku couldn't do much in the way of farming, but he was able to follow his father and place seeds into the newly turned ground. When his attention wavered however, Kayo was always there ready to ply him with toys that his father had made him personally, or with the chance to help her bake. Haku really enjoyed helping his mother knead the dough.
A few months after arriving, Haku was unable to sleep. He got out of bed, hoping his mother would tell him a story, but as he got closer to the door, he heard his parents talking.
"Eiji, are you happy with Haku?" his mother asked. Haku froze. Did he make her unhappy? Did they hate him? Maybe they were disappointed in the child they received and were going to talk about a way of returning him.
"Very. I don't think we could have created a more perfect son had we tried." Haku smiled at the statement. No longer feeling restless, Haku returned to his futon and snuggled in under the blanket, happy and ready to sleep peacefully.
On Haku's seventh birthday, Eiji had taken him into the village for the first time. Haku had been so excited and practically bounced out of his clothes in anticipation. As he walked through the village, holding his father's hand, he noticed something odd. There was a man, jumping roof to roof. Haku's eyes went wide at the sight and desperately looked around to see if anyone else noticed the man. Everyone else was walking along normally and Haku didn't understand why. A man had just jumped over them! They should be pointing and talking about him.
Haku tugged his father's hands and looked at him desperately. "Father," he called. "There was a man jumping on the roofs," he explained. He hoped his father would understand.
Eiji laughed lightly and bent down to Haku's level. "That was a shinobi Haku."
"Shinobi?" Haku didn't know what that word meant.
"A ninja. He uses chakra to perform all sorts of amazing jutsu's and fights with them. He can create fire and water…they can run really fast and climb trees without their hands. They mainly live in shinobi villages but occasionally one or two will pass through the area and we see them. They don't live or fight here though, so don't worry," his father tried to reassure him.
Haku's eyes were wide at all the information. These shinobi could do such amazing things, and weren't looked down upon. Whenever Harry did something odd his Uncle had hit him and told him to never do it again, but now as Haku, in this new place, such oddities were accepted.
"Can I be a shinobi?" Haku asked.
His father's eyes softened and he looked sad. "No Haku you can't. While shinobi do sound amazing, they are also bad. They kill people with their abilities and do all sorts of nasty stuff. Your mother and I wouldn't be able to handle the stress if you became one. We wouldn't know what you were doing, where you were, or if you will ever return to us. Besides, you are too kind-hearted to pursue such a profession, it will never suit you."
Haku nodded and trusted in his father's words. His father was a great and wise man, and if he said that Haku shouldn't -couldn't-, be a shinobi then he would listen. Besides, Haku didn't think he could stand being away from his mother and father either.
When Haku was eight, his father decided that the family should take a vacation. It was the summer and since the crops were still growing, they didn't need much besides water and living on an island had its advantages. There was always a constant Mist and plenty of rain. The crops would be fine while they were gone.
His father had once travelled in his youth with his uncle. While Haku's grandfather stayed home, his father had hopped aboard his Uncle's boat and travelled around selling things to different countries. While he couldn't take Haku around to see everything, he did promise Haku to at least show him several of the small islands that made up the Land of Water. Haku was very excited by it all, and so together the three had taken off, trusting the farm to his father's friend.
The first stop was to an island just south of them. It wasn't far and a simple row boat was all they needed to cross the water. There was a bridge connecting them, but his father thought that rowing would be more fun. Haku had never been on a boat before and had enjoyed it immensely. He tried to help his father row, but after a few minutes his arms felt heavy and he couldn't do it anymore. His father had laughed and taken over, telling Haku he did a good job.
The difference in their power was evident when the boat picked up speed and smoothly glided through the water, taking them ever closer to their destination. When Haku had been rowing the ride was jerky and it seemed like there was little to no progress. The new revelation made Haku admire his father even more.
Looking around, Haku saw the large island on his right. He hadn't been paying attention to it earlier since he was so excited to be on a boat but now that he saw it, he noticed how large it was. He couldn't even see the ends of the island!
"Father, what's that island?" Haku pointed towards the big island.
"That is the main island of the Land of Water. It houses the Hidden Mist Village where shinobi train," his father explained.
Haku kept staring at it. "Will we go there?"
"Yes, but briefly and only to pass through. On this side there are three islands, but on the other side of the hidden village are many more islands to explore," he told him.
"Do we have a bridge there too?" Haku couldn't explain it but the he wanted to know more about the Mist Village.
"Yes. Kirigakure is connected to every island, showing that we are united as one nation."
Haku couldn't stop thinking about the Mist village as they travelled. It was a village connected to everyone, where strong men trained, and held mysteries that Haku's imagination couldn't even think of. If Haku had wanted to be a shinobi it would be so easy to just walk across that bridge, and wasn't that a novel thought. Haku's whole life could change because of a bridge, but he didn't want it to. Haku was happy with his mother and father and didn't need to be a ninja or get chakra.
When they returned home to their farm, the entire family had been exhausted from their trip, but happy. They had seen many interesting things and met some kind people. Haku's thoughts about shinobi and bridges were forgotten as he went back to helping his father with the crops and his mother in the kitchen. It was a good life.
The year Haku turned nine was a terrible year in his mind. The months leading up to his birthday had been spent in the same happy family atmosphere that he had grown accustomed to. After his birthday, his father had trusted him more to help with the harvest, they worked together and Haku felt himself getting stronger. But he never worked to the point of exhaustion because he his father would step in and tell Haku he was still too small and weak for some tasks. Haku trusted his father's judgment because he knew his father would never hurt him.
As the first snow fell, Haku welcomed the cold that he loved so much. Winter was his favourite time of the year, not only because of the cold, but because his father spent more time indoors with him and his mother.
The day his life changed had seemed normal at first. Haku had woken up and ate breakfast, and while his father announced he would go hunting today, Haku wanted to play in the snow. Before he went outside his mother stopped him and told him to complete his chores before playing, and Haku complied. Snow wasn't going anywhere.
When he finally did get outside, Haku giggled and squealed as he jumped and walked all over the fresh snow. Ruining the perfect expanse of fresh snow always made him happy, and living on a farm meant there were fields of untouched white canvas for him to play with.
Haku grabbed a handful of snow and smiled at it, happy to see its return. The heat from his hands started melting it though, and Haku felt an ache at the sight. He loved snow too much to see it leave. He wished he could make it stay, keep it forever frozen so that it may never melt and leave.
Suddenly, a pull from the silky cold he felt inside, travelled from his heart and down through his arms and into his fingers. Haku watched amazed as the melted snow slowly froze over and created an ice bowl in his hands. Haku was delighted! He could keep the snow! Haku dropped the snow and rushed back home, he needed to show his mother his new skill. He needed to share this with her because to Haku it was the greatest discovery of all time. It was an event that should be celebrated because Haku could keep the snow cold forever with this.
Haku rushed into the house, urgently calling for his mother, "Mother! Mother! You need to see this," he called.
Kayo smiled at her son and walked over to him. "What is it dear? What has you so excited?"
"You need to see this," Haku told her. Going into the kitchen, Haku cupped some water into his hands and brought it back to his mother. Wanting to show her something extra special, Haku focussed on his silky cold and pushed it through his arms again. He willed the silky cold to mould the water into a perfect sphere, and surprisingly the water lifted from his hands and changed to his desired shape. Happy so far, Haku willed the water to freeze over, and when it did he grinned at his mother, expecting praise. Instead he was very disappointed and scared.
His mother, instead of smiling and clapping her hands in delight had gone pale and looked horrified. "How…how…" she mumbled, "I should be the last of the Yuki clan, how can you do this?"
"Mother?" Haku was scared. He didn't know what was happening. Was it bad that he could play with water like this?
"You can't ever do that again!" His mother screamed right before she slapped him.
Haku felt tears forming in his eyes as the lingering sting from the slap flamed hot. His mother hit him. His kind mother who only ever showered him with love had hit him. Haku hesitantly looked back at his mother and wanted to cry out and ask her why, but the look on her face stopped him. His mother was covering her mouth and had her own tears streaming down her face.
"Haku… my sweet darling Haku…Mother didn't mean it. I didn't want to hit you, but you need to understand. You can't ever do that again okay? We need to keep this a secret, just the two of us, okay?" Haku nodded, unable to speak. His mother was scary. Her speech was hurried and her eyes looked wild. Her hands wouldn't stop moving as they tried to wipe Haku's tears and her own, while brushing down her kimono in agitation.
"Never, and I mean never, tell your father this okay? He can't know," She stressed. Haku nodded. He just wanted to go to his room and hide away, and hopefully forget that this had ever happened. He didn't want to remember his mother hitting him or how she was acting.
"Haku, I need you to go to your room alright? I just can't… I can't…look…at you right now. Just go okay? When your father gets home, everything will be okay again…" Haku didn't respond- he just ran off. He didn't understand what was happening.
Haku stayed hidden under his blanket for a long time before he heard the arrival of his father.
"Eiji!" His mother cried as the door opened. "What's going on? Why does it look like you brought half the village home with you?" She asked.
"Kayo…" his father's voice sounded so sad. Wanting to know what was happening; Haku left the safety of his bed and crept to the door. Opening it a crack, Haku looked out and saw his father hold up an arm to his mother.
"Eiji, what's wrong?"
Haku's father let out a sob. "Kayo, how could you do this to me? How could you lie to me?" He asked.
"What did I do?"
"You have a Kekkai Genkai!" His father screamed. Haku flinched and lost his balance. As he fell forward, Haku crashed down on the other side of the door, exposing himself to his father and the crowd. "Him! Did you really not know him before we took him in? Or did you plan this? Did you plan to trick me into raising that child!"
Haku whimpered at his father's screams, the loud noise hurting his ears.
"Eiji, my love, I swear to you I did not know. I didn't want to hide it form you, I didn't but you have to understand. It was the only way. I love you, you need to believe me," His mother begged as he dropped to her knees and clench his father's pants in her hands tightly. "I love you."
"This is the worst possible way you could have betrayed me. I'm sorry Kayo but… you can't live." Haku watched as his father raised a long knife into the air. His mother screamed for him to run, but Haku was frozen to the spot. He tracked the knife's movement as it sliced through the air and into his mother's neck. The blood gushed from the wound, and Haku stared helplessly as the red liquid spilled onto the floor, leaving his mother's body violently. Slowly, his father pulled the knife out and slowly his mother's body toppled over and landed on the floor, her eyes losing life quickly.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to be a family and happy for ever and ever. Haku had suffered enough in his life before coming here, he deserved a happy family. Or at least, he thought he did.
"Haku, come to father…" Haku looked up at his father's strange voice.
Haku wanted to go to his father, he wanted to seek comfort in his arms and tell him about this awful dream he had where he watched his mother die, but he couldn't. Something was telling him that going to his father would be a terrible mistake.
"Haku, it's me father, come here." Haku shook his head and scurried away from the crazed man in front of him until his back hit the wall.
"Eiji just kill the monster already!" Another man called.
Haku looked at the crowd and saw over 20 men standing in his house, each carrying something dangerous in their hands. That is when it all clicked and the full implication of what was happening crashed down on him. His father, the man that he loved, trusted and admired above all others, was here to kill him.
Slowly his father approached him; his eyes crazier than mothers were earlier when she slapped him. He was crying, the tears creating steady rivers down his face, and Haku didn't understand why. Why was his father doing this? Was it because he could play with water? He knew his father didn't want him to be a shinobi but he didn't think he would go to this extreme to stop him. None of it made sense.
"Haku…" his father sobbed and suddenly he was in front of him, knife raised.
Haku didn't want this to happen. He didn't want to die; he wanted to return to his happy life. He didn't want this man who looked like his father to kill him.
"Kill Him!" one man screamed and then another until the crowd was chanting and encouraging his father to kill him.
Haku panicked. He felt his breath growing short and as his father started plunging the knife down upon him, Haku reacted. He grabbed the silky cold he got from his mother and asked it for help, asked it to protect him where it couldn't protect his mother and in gust of cold air, all noise was silenced.
Opening his eyes slowly, Haku was surprised to see ice. Ice everywhere he looked. Large ice spikes had erupted from the ground and stabbed each and every man in the house, killing them. Looking up, Haku saw his father hanging limply from the top of the largest ice spike, the ice having ripped through his body and lifting it off the ground. As Haku continued to stare he witnessed as his father's blood started descending down the ice spike, carrying the last of his father's warmth out of his body.
Haku threw up and then ran away.
He ran out of the house, over the field, and into the forest. He ran without feeling the cold, only knowing he needed to get away from that house as fast as possible. He could no longer return there. Haku's happy family would be no more and he didn't know what to do. He ran and ran until he slipped on some ice and went crashing down on a frozen lake.
Looking at his own reflection Haku could only see his eyes. His eyes that lost their life, his eyes that showed his sadness, but more importantly, his eyes that openly displayed his loneliness. He was alone.
Completely, and utterly alone in life.