Alright, people, this chapter is definitely rated M. For violence, gore, and all the happy tidbits that come with that. And more, maybe. You'll see. Anyway, I think you guys will be satisfied, since you wanted me to write it in gory details (I was kinda surprised at the VAST majority of you who wanted me to do so, actually, since this fic hadn't really earned its M rating yet). For those of you who wished something mellower, here is a brief overview of what happens in this chapter: Sakura. Kicks. Ass.

… … … Alright, that was really brief. But hey, that's what the whole chapter is about!

Enjoy, now! ^^

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"Today, Shirameki-san, I'm the judge, jury, and executioner."

Her feral smirk became more pronounced.

"Enjoy."

And then she jumped at him, brandishing her gigantic battle axe dangerously as though it weighed nothing more than a feather. She swung it at him and Kazuo only had enough time to duck, lest he be cleaved in two.

While the lord yelped and disappeared behind his desk, Kazuo stopped a downward blow with two kunai crossed in a bid for more strength, but he was no match for Sakura's insane chakra-enhanced one. She kicked him in the gut, sending him flying away, then sent chakra strings after him and yanked him back to her, only to punch him in the face with a glowing fist.

"Next time you decide to kill somebody, don't do it on my turf, you ass!"

Still, he was not a nuke-nin for nothing. Even with a broken nose, he wasn't fazed much and got to his feet quickly, sending a volley of shuriken flying at her.

She deviated them with kunai of her own, then threw her own kunai at him and created chakra scalpels on her right hand.

"Shall I dissect you, my little insect?" she asked in a mock innocent voice that belied a profound taunting. And a deeper scorn.

And she slashed at him, her chakra scalpels acting as a parody of claws as they plundered his flesh deeply—and yet, despite the pain, he found that not a speck of skin was displaced, not a drop of blood was spilt, and he looked up at her questioningly.

"Useful, isn't it?" said Sakura with a dark smirk. "I use these special chakra scalpels to operate without breaking the skin. How do your muscles feel?"

And then Kazuo, trying to reach for a new handful of kunai, realized that he couldn't move his right arm, and realization came with sudden, blinding clarity. She had cut his muscles, incapacitated him.

A growl rumbled in his throat, reverberated in the room, and then he threw himself at her, his right arm dangling pitifully at his side.

Sakura dispelled her chakra scalpels. And cracked her knuckles as she engaged in taijutsu combat. She didn't pull her punches, breaking her fair share of bones, but Kazuo was quite experienced in taijutsu himself and did manage to land a few punches on her. Yet in the state she was in, she didn't quite feel as much pain as she should have; rage was bubbling closer to the surface than blood.

And every time she felt bones crunch beneath her hands, a dark elation entered her mind. She could feel her smirk becoming larger as blood spattered across her hands and face. She may have used chakra scalpels to slice his insides to ribbons, but she found herself preferring to use normal chakra scalpels to slice deep into his skin, as deep as he had cut her when he had attacked someone in her home.

She cut his torso deeply before he jumped away, having learned by then that it was dangerous for him to stay in close range to her. With only one hand, it was much more difficult to use jutsu, but he still managed to do one-handed signs and send a wall of sand at her.

Not good! Very, very much not good!

It wasn't like she could punch through a wall of sand! But then she smirked anew. He hadn't seen everything she was capable of, after all. And to be frank, he couldn't hold a candle to Gaara.

She jumped up, ran across the ceiling, and fell just behind him, where she had discarded her enormous battleaxe.

"Good old violence really is the best, after all," she purred, snatching the weapon easily, observing her handiwork appraisingly. Kauzo was clearly in bad shape, anybody could see that. And he was panting heavily. Very heavily at that, considering he had a collapsed lung.

In fact, his whole face was whitening considerably minute by minute due to the lack of oxygen. With a snort, Sakura casually pranced up to him, axe resting lightly on her left shoulder, and flicked him on the forehead. Without so much as a sigh, he flew through the wall and crumbled like a doll among debris of wood and stone.

She then turned to the cowering lord, very much unimpressed. The man hadn't even called for help. How stupid of him. Unless it would create a scandal so big he couldn't keep it under wraps.

She sauntered over to him, went around the desk, and sat down on the edge calmly, crossing her legs primly.

"Hello, my lord. I think I'll hang on to this for you, if you don't mind," she said in a mock happy tone, snatching the scroll from the top of the desk where it had been resting all along, despite the rather ruined rest of the room.

"Wha—That's mine!" he yelled in outrage, only to flounder a moment later when her head snapped in his direction.

"That's the price of a man's life, milord, and you've made it clear such a unique treasure should never be in your hands. This will stay in my custody for now. And if you try to take it back… Shall I show you how far I can go?" she finished darkly, pulling him behind her as a kunai grazed her ears. "Awake now, Shirameki-san?" she asked sweetly.

She got up slowly with a feline grace that most kunoichi didn't have despite their graceful movements, confidence radiating from every pore of her body. Compared to her, Kazuo, who could barely stand on shaking legs, heaving and panting, looked like a sorry excuse for a ninja.

"I left the best part for last, you see?" she said, sauntering over to Kazuo. She kicked him in the chest with the sole of her boot, making him fall to his knees, coughing loudly, then walked around him and kneeled behind him on one knee. She grabbed his chin between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it so his eyes met his client's. Then she gave a long, sensuous lick along the column of his throat, tasting sweat, blood, and fear alike. She put her arms loosely around his shoulders, then fisted her fingers through his shirt and ripped it from his frame, exposing his torso to the air. Her fingers ran along the pale expanse of skin, sending tremors running through his frame, though he tried to contain them.

"Ah ah ah, don't restrain yourself, Shirameki-san," she whispered in his right ear at the same time as she reached for his weapons pouch with her left and retrieved a kunai. She ran the blade lightly from his navel to his collarbone, raising Goosebumps along the way. She could see his stomach ripple with the effort it took him not to move away reflexively. It appeared he knew it would not be wise to do so.

"Good boy," she purred in his ear, nibbling it lightly as a reward.

She let her left hand at his throat, the kunai acting as a reminder not to move, however lightly it pressed against his skin, and let her other roam his chest, her hand glowing.

And then Kazuo's back arched of its own accord; a strangled groan escaped his throat, and the lord's eyes widened as he realized that it had not been a pained groan, though it must have hurt him to move. And he saw Sakura's smirk widen dramatically—and knew it had been her intention when she raked her nails once more across his chest and the man moaned loudly as though he couldn't restrain himself before slumping against Sakura's slender form, head falling on to the side as sweat of another kind appeared on his temples and torso. An unnatural redness bloomed on his cheeks, contrasting vastly with the pallid whiteness they had adopted moments before, as Sakura's fingers barely grazed a nipple and he bit his lip roughly to keep from moaning lustfully once again.

"How frightening it is when your body doesn't react the way it is supposed to, isn't it, Shirameki-san?" asked the medic idly, as though she wasn't arousing on purpose a severely injured grown man. The only answer she received was another half-muffled moan.

"This isn't the half of it," she whispered tantalizingly, yet loud enough for the lord to hear. Chakra scalpels appeared at her fingertips and dug deep into the taut abdomen of the nuke-nin who emitted his loudest moan yet, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as she twisted the blades in his stomach under the lord's horrified eyes.

"And yet…it is so, so very easy to delude the body…so easy to make it think pain is pleasure…I could dig your heart out from your chest to give you the greatest ecstasy…" she whispered seductively, her tone taking on a darker edge.

She halted her movements at that, and her smirk became positively feral as Kazuo thrust his abdomen forward to get into contact with her hand more fully, begging desperately for more in a hoarse voice.

"Did you know, Kazuo? You're completely at my mercy, begging like the lowest whore for a drug that will kill you, yet despite knowing it, you can't help but to call out for more, more, always more…"

She twisted her chakra scalpels deeper into his ripped stomach, eliciting another pleasured groan from him, then plunged her hand in his abdomen in a smooth move. The squelching noise her hand made as it closed around Kazuo's intestines made their observer feel decidedly sick to the point that he felt the acidic burn of bile at the back of his throat. And then she yanked them out, and Kazuo's back arched artfully in the light streaming from the windows, and it would have been beautiful if only she hadn't been yanking his internal organs out without mercy, and the lord promptly lost his lunch on the expensive rug at his feet.

And when he looked up, Kazuo was slumped, spent, against the innocent-looking demon whose tongue darted out to lick at the blood covering her inner arm, and it traced a straight line up to her middle finger, and then he realized that the nuke-nin was still from more than the shaking orgasm he had just experienced.

And Sakura smiled ferally.

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When Elder Chiyo received a message saying that Shirameki was apprehended, she closed her eyes briefly with a small smile before sending a retrieval team at the designated place.

Sakura-sensei…It seems you are a person of honour. We in Suna will do well to keep an eye on you and make sure you keep us in your good graces.

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The retrieval team arrived on site much more quickly than it would have, but since the ninja were already in the area when they received news that there was one more nuke-nin to retrieve before they returned to Suna, they didn't complain and took the necessary detour.

When they came at the meeting point, it was a good thing they had been warned beforehand to expect a child or else the sight of the diminutive female clad in black clothing, sitting lazily on a big boulder with a knee up and a gigantic battleaxe resting on her shoulder would have shocked them, much more so than the sight of the battered nuke-nin laying on the ground at her feet. He looked, for all intents and purposes, at Death's doors.

The child's head tilted to the side, as though she was contemplating them carefully. Then she jumped down and rested the head of her axe near the man's head.

"You're the retrieval team Chiyo-baa-sama sent, ne?"

The leader of the team nodded and stepped forward.

"The message said the man was still alive, but there was no mention of his state."

She cocked her head to the other side with a small, almost sheepish smile.

"Nuhuh. I didn't want to alarm her unnecessarily with gory tales of how I hunted him down and messed with him. I've kick-started his heart and healed the life-threatening injuries such as the collapsed lung and the sliced internal organs and the holes in his stomach, but only minimally. 'Cause I'm still angry at him, ne?" she finished cutely.

She crossed her arms and nodded to herself seriously.

"Yup. He really shouldn't have gone against my rules. Well, gotta go, I've got patients waiting for me back home!"

And with a sunny disposition, she disappeared from her spot.

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Disturbed much? If yes, that means I've accomplished my goal. I intended to make you see the darker side of the Sakura (hm…to make such bad jokes, I must be more tired than I thought…). Despite being a healer, she is also a kunoichi and she can be sadistic if need be. Such as now, to set an example. As I was thinking of a way for her to degrade Kazuo enough, this tidbit came to me. Hope you're satisfied.

By the way, I forgot to say this last time, but the whole concept of this story goes much beyond simply saying "blind and unseeing". And I didn't make Sakura blind for no reason. Anyway, you'll see, eventually.