The Kite Runner

Summary: Short what if one-shots. They are separate and not related to each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kite Runner and some of the lines come straight from the book

Hassan confronts Amir

"What would you do if I hit you with this?" I asked, tossing the fruit up and down.

Hassan's smile wilted.

"What would you do?" I repeated. Next to him, the stapled pages of the story I'd promised to read him fluttered in the breeze. I hurled the pomegranate at him. It struck him in the chest and explodd in a spray of red pulp. Hassan's cry was full of surprise and pain.

"Hit me back!" I snapped. Hassan looked from the stain on his chest to me. "Get up! Hit me!" Hassan's expression flickered from surpise and hurt to one of anger. He picked up a pomegranate and stalked towards me until we were staring at each other, eye to eye.

"You want me to hit you?" He asked in a low voice. He held the pomegranate up and then let it drop right in front of me. His eyes darkened. "You ignore me for months, won't tell me what I've done wrong and now you're asking me to abuse you?"

I didn't know what to say. I could only stare at the red spot on his chest.

"I thought we were friends, Amir agha" Hassan said. I never thought anything he said could cut me, but his words felt like a knife in my heart. "I am a servant in your father's house, I cannot hit you. Servants do not abuse thier masters" He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. The silence was unbearable. After a few minutes, Hassan sighed.

"I have to go finish my chores" He said. He looked at me and then turned and began walking down the hill. I knew that I had to make this right. I couldn't lose him, It was just...

"Hassan, wait!" The Hazara stopped, but he did not turn around, so I walked to him and stepped in front of him so that we were facing each other. "I deserve it" I said quietly, handing him a pomegranate. Hassan was silent for a moment.

"I know" He said handing it back to me. It fell from my hand as I stared at him in shock. It dawned on me. He knew I had seen what happened to him. He knew and wanted to be my friend anyway. I felt tears in my eyes, ashamed that I was crying in front of him.

"Why?" I asked. "Why won't you hit me" Hassan sighed.

"Because, I forgive you" He said the three words that I wanted to hear. I shook my head.

"Assef was right" I said. "I wasn't there when you needed me"

Hassan was silent for a moment.

"I'm not asking you to forget what happened" He said quietly. "Even I can't forget. But I am asking you to still be my friend"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, I want to be there for you" He said. I blinked and sighed. "Amir agha, can you read me your story now?" I sighed and together we trudged up the hill and I read him the story. When I was finished, Hassan applauded.

"Hassan, I am going to teach you how to read" I decided. His face flushed and he looked excited.

"Really, Amir agha?" he asked.

"Really" I replied. and I began to teach him then and there, where our friendship was restored.