That had been completely useless. Zabuza entered the cafeteria mostly because he was being told to and considering that he still thought he was dead and this was Hell he didn't really see a reason to resist. He didn't get this place. That voice coming from the walls was aggravating. He wondered just what sort of sick twisted sense of humor had come up with this place.

He wasn't going to eat. He wasn't hungry and it didn't matter anyway. He was dead.

He saw dark black hair from the corner of his small eyes. He froze. There was no way...

He turned slowly, forcing himself to face the fact that Haku was not here and couldn't be, but he saw the boy very clearly. Half of his face was covered in bandages. Zabuza's eyes narrowed and his exposed mouth bent into a frown. Haku's eyes hadn't gotten injured by the Copy Ninja.

Wait. Why was Haku even here? There was no way one as pure as him ended up in Hell, and this place, as strange as it was, was no Heaven. They had both died... and yet they were both here.

Zabuza couldn't believe that he had somehow dragged Haku down into Hell with him. That would have been horrible, even for him.

That meant.... somehow they had survived? And they were prisoners of this place? How.... ?

That didn't matter. Haku was alive and he was here.... with Zabuza.... and injured.

The older ninja took a step forward, needing to be next to the boy.