Here it is, the wonderful chapter eight :D Song is 'The One You Feed' by Crown The Empire.

DISCLAIMER: I own a couple volumes of Naruto and one of Black Butler. But that's it :|
WARNINGS: We have a sadist and violence.

Song lyrics.

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'I've given more of what I've got. I've given all of what I'm not.'

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I go with Kakashi and Naruto and leave Chiyo and Sasuke to deal with Sasori.

I suffered only a few burns, to my right arm. Kakashi didn't fare well, so I used all my knowledge of healing jutsu to heal him and alleviate some of the pain I knew using Kamui and the Sharingan to such an extent gave him. This drains quite a bit of my chakra, but once Deidara is gone Naruto presses his hand to mine and feeds me some of his chakra. I feel much better, the burns fading into pink marks. We regroup with Neji, Lee, Tenten and Gai-sensei and head back to the cave to see how Chiyo and Sasuke were. We find Sasori is dead, and we were just about to move Gaara from the cave when he appears and all breath is taken from my lungs. And then I know.

I'm in deep this time.

I thought, in all those times before, that I was seriously in trouble. But no. Compared to where I am now, those situations were much easier to deal with. I was the only one with free movement, the only one who was used to the feel of him to be able to resist.

Masao's smirk is nothing less than what I would expect from him. The sadistic glint. His heavy, foreboding laugh echoes through the clearing. I automatically move towards him, stopping before him. His eyes are not on me. They are staring past me, at all of my teammates frozen in place. That smirk grows bigger. His gaze shifts to me. I feel a headache growing, the worst sort. His chakra presses in around me, trying to immobilize me. So he could easily kill me.

"Darling imouto," he states, that foul smirk never wavering. "How have you been? Life treatin' you well?"

I grimace at him. "Keep your trap shut, Masao," I bite out, fists clenching. He doesn't reply to this, eyes scanning my form, and obviously noticing my scar. Correct I was.

"Oh, how nicely that scar was extended. Who did it." The strange yet kind and serene sort of insanity is sapped from his voice and in comes the true madness within him, the kind that wasn't fun or happy or even enjoyable. No. It was cold, hard, brutal, murderous madness, a plunge directly downwards into the voice that rang through my nightmares.

"Not your business," I reply coolly, lifting my left hand slowly. On the back of my hand was a small summoning tattoo in the shape of a misty, shadowy mass of twisting intricate vines, the summoning tattoo only to be activated by blood. Mine specifically. I would need to take off my glove to get to use it. And I knew I would need to.

I toss the glove backwards. It lands perfectly at Kakashi's feet. I crack my knuckles. Masao eyes the summoning tattoo. "Oh, you have a summon? How cute." The malice in his voice seeps into me. I am almost tempted to balk at the familiarity. But a smirk worms it's way to my face - oh how he will regret those words. "Let's not talk anymore."

He's inches from me so quickly I am almost startled. Almost. He begins to swing his arm forward into my stomach, a swift punch. I push myself backwards, flipping out of his reach. He follows that smoothly up with a ninjutsu, spitting out several small fireballs that nearly seared off the upper layer of skin of my arms. That sends me even further back, charging my hands with lightning and charging forth. I aim a high kick for his head. He dodges neatly, dipping beneath the arc of my leg. I follow that through with several attempts to land a blow, taking off the bottom of his sleeve. He smirks all the while.

I feel like I'm fighting against Neji again, twisting and turning and flipping and moving all around. If I weren't so flexible I would've broken multiple bones. Masao's fists barely brush against me. I withdraw a kunai within the blink of an eye and jab at him. It cuts his hand, only because of such close proximity. He jumps backwards and looks down at his hand.

"You little bitch," he murmurs. "Well, it will be more fun to kill you." I scowl. He was, in no way, my brother. Never again. I feel a strange sort of intensity coming over me.

I clench my fist. Time to get serious.

I press forward and swing around, slipping past him with luck. I charge my hands with lightning and infuse each punch with it, to make it more painful. Transitioning to ninjutsu. Genjutsu wouldn't work against him. I manage to land several blows, but so does he. And then- the complete transition into ninjutsu.

I start out with Hamukau. It was my best bet, currently. He twists out of the way, my hand just barely brushing against him. It takes off several layers of skin and he makes a face, a slight expression of pain crossing his face. He punches me solidly in the chest with a chakra infused fist. It knocks the breath out of me and sends me flying back, suffering from cracked ribs. I hit the rock with deadly force, the cracks turning into complete breaks. I cough reflexively, immediately testing to see if I could measure the extent of the damage. A second cough confirms that it was pretty bad, but nothing I'd never dealt with before. I slump to my knees, coughing a third time, blood welling up in my mouth. Masao is in front of me in split seconds, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me until my feet barely brushed the ground. He squeezes my throat, forcing another choked cough.

"Well, you little skank, are you going to ever make yourself useful and answer me?" His eyes are entirely emotionless, barren and hollow of all humanity.

I keep myself composed. I maintain eye contact, build up chakra in my palm as fast as humanly possible, and grip his wrist, holding on as hard as I could. I burn his skin, the smell of charred flesh filling my nostrils. I twist and change the direction of my fist, hitting him in the chin and following through with all of my power and momentum. Then I duck past him, getting just out of direct range. Now, to drain his chakra.

He is smirking all the while, dodging this way and that to evade me. I feel frustration build, the headache sending a ringing sensation through my head. I couldn't do anything about that right now. I could just keep trying to kill him.

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I skid to a stop on the surface of the water. Exertion weighs in upon me. This playing around, trying to burn off his chakra, it wasn't working. My mouth is full of blood. I try to spit it out but my mouth is filling up too quickly. I swallow a mouthful of blood. "Kutabare," I tell him, voice carefully controlled and entirely emotionless. Like I used to wish I could be.

"You shouldn't talk to me like that," he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. We were standing about twenty feet apart. I made sure I was standing between him and the others. He could easily go after one of them, and in that event I needed to get to them first.

I don't reply to him. I don't know what to say. His eyes move from staring me down to looking at those behind me. I keep my gaze locked upon him, searching for any sign of his moving. His leg twitches, and in the spaces of milliseconds he is behind me, diving in to hurt Kakashi. He was the closest one.

I don't know how I moved so quickly, how I managed to get in between the two of them. My back is pressed to Kakashi's chest. Masao makes a face of frustration and the intense pulsing in my head increases, sending agony wracking through my body.

"Oh, just give the fuck up already," Masao scowls. "Doesn't it hurt? Just give in. I will kill you and your friends relatively painlessly."

With one hand, I grip Kakashi's fingers in mine, squeezing tightly. To him, I whisper, "This will hurt." And it will. It does. I let go of his hand, moving to grip the fabric of his flak jacket. Just as I do this, I press my free hand to Masao's head, knotting my hand through his hair. I send out the strongest wave of resistance I can, wiggling past his defenses and interrupting his thought processes just enough to shove Kakashi backwards a couple of yards. To further remove him from the line of fire.

I let go of the hair of disoriented Masao and instead grab him by the front of his cloak, throwing him back into the rocks. I now had the most painful headache ever. Worse than the one I had when fighting Dosu. Much worse. Masao rises from the rocks, fury visible on his face.

And then I make the most important move of the entire fight. I raise my hand, the one with the summoning tattoo, and gather all of the blood in my mouth. I look down at my hand, letting some of the blood leak out onto the summoning tattoo. It glows a bright blue, chakra building up to my left.

I turn my head to face the chakra build up. He was here.

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Done~

I seriously apologize for the shortness of this chapter T.T I know I suck. And you're probably wondering- who's 'he'? How did she get that tattoo? What is happening? Well, it will have to wait for next chapter, whenever that gets published.

Well ::

Thank you to my amazing beta Laine ^^ her sheer awesomeness aastounds me. She's incredibly wonderful and I am lucky to know her c: love ya, Laine~

Thank you, to my readers and fans amd commenters and voters. You guys make it all worthwhile. I owe you! And I am very apologetic, for my shortcomings and cliffhangers. I hate them myself but become hypocritical and make my chapters end in them. Like this chapter, and the next one. Scarred is not my highest priority as of now. Right now I wanna focus on Believe In Me. After I finish this installment of it (cause I must have a sequel, it's compulsive), I will finish up Indebted (wrapping it up, possible sequel depending on where I end it) and then write lots of oneshots and get some ideas out while I only have Scarred to write in terms of full length stories. And it will take concentration with all the plot and stuff.

Yeah. Well.

I was lying. This chapter has some more left. Like, this has only been the first half of it. I am not that cruel :: :P

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Raiden.

He's dressed a bit more than usual. Normally he walked about in a pair of shorts, no t-shirts. As of now, he wore normal fatigue pants, ink black in color. Still no shirt. I'd never seen him wear one before and probably never would. The end of the world would come faster than him wearing a shirt.

His skin glowed an unearthly blue, incredible in its intensity. The blue shifted beneath the translucent skin, like his body was water. It was in constant motion, the color differing depending on his mood. The vibrant blue he currently had meant he had been happy when I summoned him.

"So this is your summon - a blue guy? I guess you still remain as dimwitted as you were when young." Masao comments, eyebrow raised at the beginning and then his face turned to a smirk. "What is it?"

Raiden looks at Masao, [fake] boredom etched into his face "I am the God of Water," he replies. "You're the evil twin, right?"

He laughs. "So this summon is what you've got? This is the fucking best you can do? And how did you manage to get it?"

I keep a blank face. "Is that any of your business?" He is annoyed by this. However, he just sighs and shakes his head. Then, he moves.

Raiden and I have done this often enough that it's second nature. I make the hand signs in perfect synchronization, and we finish at the same time. Then, our two nature types combine and the clearing is lit up with chakra laser beams.

I close my eyes and focus on Masao's chakra. I narrow the beams in to pinpoint in on his location. My chakra was draining, but so was his. I could feel it leeching away, his body taking damage. I smile. I just had to hold this up a little bit longer...

Raiden and I close the jutsu off. His chakra signature disappeared, meaning there was something very, very wrong. I pant heavily from the exertion, each breath painful. The broken ribs were the cause. I felt like all chakra had been drawn out of my body. Masao reappears as the lightning fades.

He is not happy, not in the slightest. "Lucky for you," he tells me, "I am being called back. Enjoy your temporary victory, darling imouto. I will be back to kill you." Burns were visible on his body, Akatsuki cloak in tatters. But he didn't seem to be in any pain. He disappears for mere seconds, just to appear before me. He smiles hauntingly. He presses a kiss to my forehead. I choke on my breath. Then he is gone.

I collapse to my knees. Raiden is next to me, ethereal eyes clouded with worry. "Why didn't you call me sooner?" He asks. "If you had, you wouldn't be in such bad shape."

I shake my head, laughing shortly. "I knew you would likely be busy with Kasumi..." I trail off.

He shakes his head violently. "No, you are my Kimi-chan, okay? You are important to me and you better interrupt whatever I might be doing next time."

I nod. I glance to my comrades. They were gaining their bearings after being immobilized for so long. "I will. Now, I figure Kasumi's waiting, so head on back, okay?"

He stares me down, clearly hesitating. Then, with a sigh, he presses his lips to mine. His payment. When he withdraws his lips are red with my blood. "I'll see you later. Okay? A few days at most." I nod again. Then he sighs again and disappears.

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Okay. Now the chapter is actually done.

I hope you really like this chapter 3 thank you for reading it. Please review. It would mean a lot.