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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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Warning: There's quite a bit of graphic violence in this part.

'It was just the alcohol,' Sakura repeated for the nth time in her mind as she dashed towards her destination. There were still quite a number of people outside, but thankfully, most of them were too inebriated to care, so she really didn't draw too much attention.
'I've been meaning to say this since your late-night dinner with him, but you do realize that you act way off character when you're with Kai, right?" Inner Sakura said, 'You're supposed to be the type of girl who plays around with her men. You're not supposed to be the type who gently rubs hands and promises dates. You're supposed to be the type who grinds your ass against hard-ons. You're lucky Kyosuke doesn't notice how differently you act around him compared with when you're with his buddy.'
The beautiful shinobi bristled. 'It was just—'
'The alcohol? I hardly think you were drunk during that late-night meal,' Inner Sakura finished, 'Pardon me for saying this, but it seems like you're convincing yourself, just as you were convincing yourself that the rush you felt when you saw Kyosuke thrusting his hips on the dance floor was purely secondary to alcohol and hormones.'
'It was!'
'Really? You've never once felt drawn to Kyosuke because he's charming and bold or to Kai because of he's sensitive and sincere?'
The medical-nin audibly growled, but was unable to answer.
'Well?'
'Let's just talk about this later once we're done with Sayuri, okay? We don't have time for this. I'm already almost late as it is,' Sakura responded finally. She looked at her timepiece. "Two minutes," she muttered as she sharply turned a corner. She breathed a sigh of relief as the restaurant came into view.
The green-eyed woman looked around. The area was practically deserted, thanks to the lack of bars and clubs. All the surrounding structures were either eateries or small boutiques, all of which had closed some time ago. The old spy had really chosen an excellent spot to take root.
The establishment's lights were off—unsurprising since it closes at ten o'clock on the dot, or so the kunoichi had heard. What caused her to take pause, though, was the fact that the sixty-year-old woman's home appeared abandoned. 'She could've at least left the lights on to tell me she's home,' the medical-nin thought as she approached the establishment.
'Were you expecting a warm welcome?' her inner self joked. Sakura was unable to suppress a giggle at that.
'Knock twice, pause, then knock thrice,' the ninja mentally repeated, not wanting to make a mistake lest she get reprimanded by the older woman she was about to visit. Once in front of the door, she executed the prescribed knock. She waited for a full minute.
Nothing.
The brunette tried it one more time. "Knock twice, pause, then knock thrice," she said aloud as her fist executed the movement.
Still no response.
The medical-nin's instincts kicked in immediately. "Something's not right," she mumbled. She started towards the restaurant's entrance, but as she passed by the windows, she noticed something unusual.
The restaurant's interior was dark… too dark. She had been to Gran's twice and she knew that there were windows on three walls. On a moonlit night like tonight, some rays should've shone through, or at least there should've been some slivers of illumination.
There was none. There was just pure, solid darkness.
"Fuck!" the kunoichi cursed out loud. She dashed to the entrance and tried to pry it open.
It wouldn't budge.
The emerald-eyed woman felt the pressure each passing second brought. With a deep breath and a quick survey of her surroundings, she made up her mind. She pulled back and decimated the wooden threshold with a well-placed punch. She would have to work quickly, knowing that the noise she had caused would draw unwanted attention. She stepped inside and felt a wave of panic.
She couldn't see a thing. She raised a hand in front of her and saw nothing but black. She stepped back outside and breathed a sigh of relief as her vision returned. She grabbed a piece of wood and turned it into a makeshift torch before stepping back in.
The bright flame simply vanished the moment the darkness enveloped Sakura. She moved straight forward, knocking over a chair in the process. 'What kind of fucking technique is this!?' she thought, 'Is it a shadow manipulation technique like the ones the Nara clan uses? I've never seen Shikaku-san pull off anything like this, and that's saying something.'
At the sudden realization, the kunoichi dove back as far as she could. Once outside, she stood up and dusted herself. 'This is no ordinary shadow play,' she deduced, chills running up her spine, 'This darkness swallows up everything, erasing all sensation except touch. I couldn't even sense the user's chakra! For those few seconds, I was basically a sitting duck!' She took several deep breaths and shook her frazzled nerves. 'If only Kiba were here,' she thought, 'It could be that my senses just aren't sharp enough... Anyway, whoever's doing this must still be inside. He or she's bound to escape one way or another, so my best bet's to stay here and wait.'
The brown-haired shinobi didn't have to wait long. Mere seconds after, the darkness started to dissipate, as if it were a smokescreen being wafted by an imaginary fan. The moment the visibility was fair enough, the medical-nin charged in just in time to hear a loud crash. The enemy had created an escape route through another wall. She wished she had moved a moment sooner, as all she managed to glimpse was a black kimono sleeve. She began shouting for Sayuri and heard a moan from behind the counter. She dashed towards the source of the sound and found the Konoha spy lying in a rapidly-expanding pool of her own blood.
"Gran!" Sakura exclaimed in alarm. She was beside the older woman in an instant, not minding the red gush that splattered against her pants. The gray-haired woman's left arm, along with a slab of the upper lobe of her left lung, had been sliced off and the kunoichi found the severed parts several feet away. A gaping wound extended from the base of the sixty-year-old woman's neck to several inches below her armpit. Her thorax cut open, what remained of her left lung had collapsed and the green-eyed ninja could almost see the spy's heart beating in its pericardium. "Gran, don't move too much. You're going to be alright," the medical-nin lied, her voice breaking from sorrow as she pinched Sayuri's left brachial artery with her bare fingers while attempting to shut it with chakra to halt the profuse bleeding. A diamond appeared on her forehead as she prepared to use her mentor's S-rank jutsu, Creation Rebirth. It would take a lot of chakra, but it was the only technique that had even the slightest chance of saving Sayuri.
"Don't waste… your time… on me, young one," the older woman said in a voice that sounded remarkably strong for someone running on one lung and just half her blood volume, "I'm going to die…" She took several deep breaths. "Get the map… from that man," she wheezed, trying to hurry so that the younger female would still have a chance in catching the enemy, "If you can't, get the duplicate… I made… from Yoshiro… He's an employee… of mine… He'll be… in my house… all day… tomorrow… Do the knock…" Sayuri closed her eyes and tried to breathe more deeply.
"But Gran…"
"Go!" the Konoha spy shouted, startling Sakura into action.
The brunette ran out through the opening her foe had created and tried to sense his chakra. From what she had sensed earlier, her adversary's chakra pool was immense and could probably rival Kiba's or Naruto's. Combat-wise, it meant bad news for the kunoichi, but tracking-wise, it was an advantage. It was the only reason she could track him down, as she wasn't a sensor nor did she have the Inuzuka clan's superb senses. Had her opponent's chakra been any smaller, she wouldn't have been able to sense it altogether. "There you are, you piece of shit," the emerald-eyed female cursed before sprinting towards the alleys.
As the medical-nin ran, she felt Gran's blood cake and clot on her hands and arms—the substance's vitality slowly ebbing as if to mirror what was happening to the person from whom it came. The old woman would be dead by the time Sakura got back from her pursuit, of that, there was no doubt. The brunette felt a tear slip for the stern spy. She quickly wiped the fluid on a clean part of her forearm, or at least what passed as clean enough. A smudge of dusky red found its way on the young woman's cheek. There was no time for grieving. Getting the map back and giving the asshole a thorough beating was the best way to ensure that Sayuri's efforts would not go to waste.
The kunoichi turned another corner and narrowly avoided a stack of crates. Her thighs had started to complain from excessive use, but she paid them no heed and continued running. "No, no, no!" she started to chant as she felt her target's chakra become fainter and fainter, signaling that his distance from her was gradually increasing. Eventually, her foe's signature had vanished altogether.
For a minute or two, the brunette continued running aimlessly, hoping that her enemy would make a wrong turn and reenter her radius of perception. Ultimately recognizing the futility of her efforts, she began to slow down. She stopped by several wooden boxes and barrels located within a locked metal containment. She leaned against the vertical bars and breathed deeply. She felt the burning sensation in her legs start to recede. "Fuck!" she cursed. She spun around and punched a bar in frustration. The metal bent inwards as if it were made of dough.
It took another minute before the green-eyed medical-nin's breathing became stable. "I have to wash," she thought out loud. She couldn't return to The Three Kings looking like an amateur butcher who ended up getting sprayed with blood. She went over to the barrels and inspected them. "Smells like liquor," she muttered. She silently apologized to the owner before proceeding to destroy the lock. She went inside the containment area, retrieved a barrel and wrenched the top open. She began to wash her arms.
Sakura began the long trek back to The Three Kings. She stunk of alcohol, but at least she was clean—a bit sticky, but otherwise presentable. The journey back seemed as if it were taking forever. She'd have to talk with Kiba to plan their next moves as the status of their operations was obviously compromised. Right now, though, all she could really think about was taking a long, hot shower to wash away the wearisome events that occurred that night. She seriously felt so drained and wanted nothing more than to sink into her bed, cuddle with the handsome Inuzuka and fall asleep in his comforting embrace.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps pulled the kunoichi from her reverie. A quick survey revealed that she was in the middle of an alleyway with absolutely no way to hide. Several concealment techniques immediately sprang in her head, but just as she was about to execute the necessary string of seals…
"There she is!" an unfamiliar voice rang from behind her.
'Kami, my luck today is just fantastic, isn't it?' the brown-haired medical-nin mentally ranted. She looked back and saw a rather skinny, middle-aged man seemingly catching his breath. A few seconds later four more panting men appeared on the other side of the rather narrow path, all significantly more muscular than the one behind her. Not to be judgmental about appearances, but they looked like quintessential thugs—beanies, scruffy faces, worn-out jeans, tattered jackets and dirty-looking wifebeaters with disgusting pit stains all considered.
"Hiroshi," said one to the burliest guy, "You should ask for a bigger fee for this job!"
"Yeah," wheezed the skinny man, "The whore runs faster than a mare in heat going after a stud!"
One of the emerald-eyed woman's brows arched in displeasure. These men were just begging to get pummeled into a puddle of mush.
The leader, Hiroshi, was the first to catch his breath. He stood up from his hunched position and eyed the brown-haired ninja from head to foot. He was remarkably tall—even taller than Kyosuke—and looked like he spent nearly all of his time in the gym. His rugged face twisted into a lecherous smirk that only heightened Sakura's irritation. "Looks like 'pretty' was an understatement," he said.
"Excuse me?" the medical-nin queried.
"Our client told us the target was a pretty girl who'd go to that old fart's restaurant tonight. Never knew it'd be one hell of a bombshell," the raven-haired leader clarified. He growled and openly rubbed his cock through his pants. "How 'bout we some fun first, eh, sweetie? I'm big and thick in all the right places."
The kunoichi looked at the tall man's crotch and noted the outline of his straining erection—a little over six and a half inches, seven at most, but quite thick. She began to giggle at the man's overconfidence.
"Whatcha laughing at, wench!?" the broad-shouldered thug growled, prompting the addressed to quiet down. "That's it, slut! Listen here. We're gonna squeeze some answers from you, and then when we're done, me and my buddies here'll fuck you 'til your fucking pussy bleeds. Then, we'll tie you up and leave you here with your cum-soaked cunt on display for the world to see!"
"No, you listen here, you brainless pig," the brunette seethed, her patience wearing thin, "I've had a really bad day, and I assure you that you do not want to get in my way when I'm in a bad mood. Now, you will scurry away like the filthy little rat that you are, or so help me, I will break all two hundred and six bones in your body, and your little boner too."
"Little!?" Hiroshi fumed, "You… You bitch!" His masculinity assaulted, the broad-shouldered gangster lost it completely. He produced two knives, one on each hand. He didn't think twice about his assignment and threw one of the edged weapons at the shinobi.
Sakura caught the blade effortlessly and, without so much as blinking, threw it back with deadly accuracy.
Before the gang leader could even react to the attack, he heard a clang and realized that the green-eyed woman had knocked the other knife he had right off his hand.
The brown-haired kunoichi took a couple of steps forward. "Change your mind, Hiroshi, or I will have to change it for you."
"No way!" stuttered a buck-toothed lackey, stepping back in apprehension, "Boss, I don't think this is such a good idea."
"Shut up, Yasu," the tall ruffian shot back, trying to hide his own alarm, "She just got lucky. Look at her! She's a weak little girl. Go on! Get her!"
The other three men looked at each other with some degree of uncertainty but ultimately decided to follow their leader. They pulled out their weapons. Only one had brass knuckles. The rest had knives not unlike what Hiroshi had. They began to inch closer, their boss following after them.
The medical-nin readied her fists. She silently thanked the late hour as she could beat these losers up without having to worry about other people seeing her making craters on pavement. The closest of the bunch, a swarthy man with a disturbing-looking mole, pounced—his knife aimed at her neck. 'Too slow!' she thought, lunging forward as well to deliver a bone-crushing punch to the man's gut.
"Five guys against a lady?" a familiar voice rang, "Talk about uneven odds."
The emerald-eyed woman cursed under her breath as the voice threw her off. 'You have got to be kidding me! He can't fight!' she thought, 'And because he's here, I can't fight!' She felt the knife graze her cheek due to the distraction. She had to resort to a girly kick to the shin instead of the original attack plan. The kick still packed quite a wallop, though, and fractured her assailant's tibia easily, causing him to fall flat on his backside, moaning in pain. One of their members effectively disabled, the other three thugs pulled back a little. The brunette took a few paces back herself and took the opportunity to look back at the source of the voice, silently wishing she was wrong.
Alas, luck was not on her side. Standing several feet behind her where the skinny punk had been was none other than the Silver King himself. 'So where's…'
Sakura's thoughts trailed as she looked down at Kai's feet. The scrawny thug that stood where he was standing now was lying supine on the ground, the rise and fall of his chest the only indication that he was just knocked out. 'What?' she thought, confused, 'He told me he couldn't fight.'
The blue-eyed hunk stepped forward but stopped short upon seeing the wound on the kunoichi's face. A small sliver of red ran from the razor-thin incision down to her jaw. He broke into a run and cradled the green-eyed beauty's face delicately as he stared at the cut in alarm. "M-Mikoto…" he began, his concern so intense it was palpable.
The medical-nin felt her face warm up as the raven-haired stud held her closely.
'Not the time for that, honey,' Inner Sakura warned, pointing an imaginary finger to the three lingering mercenaries.
"Kai, we have to run," Sakura said, "I don't think we can handle—"
Kai's gaze zoomed towards the remaining members of the gang with an intensity the kunoichi had never seen from him before. "You fucking bastards!" he roared.
With speed that surprised the medical-nin, the pissed-off king tore towards the bunch. The gangster that Sakura had fought earlier swung his knife wildly in wide arcs in an attempt to wound the azure-eyed hunk's legs, but the latter timed his approach correctly and delivered a staggeringly powerful kick to the ruffian's arm before delivering an equally devastating backhand that knocked out the punk.
The knife that the seated hooligan was holding flew off and sank deep into the buck-toothed man's left thigh, causing him to howl in pain.
"Y-Yasu!" the third lackey cried in alarm and fear as he looked at his comrade's bleeding thigh. The moment he looked back, though, his face was only centimeters away from Kai's hurtling fist. The blow put out his lights instantly and before he could even fall to the ground, the Silver King grabbed his arm and flung him towards the buck-toothed thug, sending the two men crashing against the nearby wall.
The blue-eyed hunk saw movement at the corner of his eye and immediately jumped aside. He was a bit too late, though, and he hissed as a blade cut into his right forearm. Blood began to ooze from the gash.
"Who the fuck are you?" Hiroshi demanded, brandishing his bloody knife.
Kai just smirked. "No point in telling you," he told the tall gangster, "When I'm done you won't even remember your name."
"I'm gonna carve that smirk off your face, you cocky pretty boy!" snarled the aggravated leader. He charged mindlessly, relying solely on his brute strength to give him the upper hand.
The Silver King jumped back several paces, effectively pulling out of the attack's range.
Hiroshi cursed. He couldn't believe that his opponent would be able to move quickly. He knife met nothing but thin air. He stumbled forward and with a crunch, he felt pain explode right in the middle of his face. His ebony-haired foe had smashed a knee into his nose. He howled in agony—a disturbing mix of a high-pitched squeal and a gurgling sound as blood began to pour down his throat. He collapsed to the ground, his consciousness beginning to slip due to the force of the impact.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the azure-eyed hunk said in a cold, unattached voice as the gang leader assumed a supine position, "You'll drown in your own blood." The burly thug managed to flip around and turn his face to the side just before losing consciousness altogether.
Kai walked back to the wide-eyed beauty several feet behind him. "We have to get that healed right away," he told Sakura as he stared intensely at the wound on the latter's cheek. "There's a top-notch clinic nearby that's open round-the-clock and manned by some really good medical ninja. They should be able to keep the scarring to a minimum." He took her hand in his and started to pull her towards the direction of the health facility. Just as they were almost out of the alley, the kunoichi stopped.
"Wait."
"Why? What is it?"
"One of those goons took something from me. I have to get it back," the emerald-eyed medical-nin lied.
"Oh," the gorgeous hunk said, "I'll do it. Which one took it?"
The brunette shook her head. "No, I'll do it. They're all knocked out, anyway," she insisted.
The beginnings of a protest were already forming on the handsome king's lips when Sakura pulled away. "Don't worry," she said as she moseyed over to the scrawny man at the farthest end of the alley. 'He was the first to be attacked, and from the looks of it, the least viciously. He's probably not too banged up and I can get something out of him,' the kunoichi thought. From the corner of her eye, she spied on her blue-eyed companion. He had remained in his position and was idly looking at the rest of the thugs. With the tiniest bit of chakra, she jolted the man awake.
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered open. "Wha—" he began to moan.
"Who hired you?" the brown-haired ninja whispered.
The disoriented man took in his surroundings and began to grow distressed. "S-shit!" he managed to utter weakly. He tried to get up.
The movement caught Kai's attention. He started towards the green-eyed beauty, concerned for her safety.
'Fuck!' the medical-nin inwardly spat. She gripped the man's wrist tightly—hard enough to inform him that she was no ordinary woman and that she meant business. "Who hired you?" she hissed.
"I-it was a guy who used to work at y-your place," the frightened hooligan, "Some guy named S-Sano."
Sakura digested the information and reviewed its implications. "You will not speak of this to anyone, understood?"
The scrawny gangster nodded wanly. In his peripheral vision, he saw the crouching woman's other hand snake fluidly to his temple. A simple flick was all that registered, yet it felt more powerful than the strongest punch his boss had ever thrown at him. He was out cold in barely a second.
"Hey, did the guy try to pull off anything funny?" the Silver King asked as he drew near.
"Nope, he just moaned and moved his head a little," the brown-haired beauty said, "Maybe he felt my hands as I searched through his pockets."
"Oh," the handsome man murmured, "Well, did you get it?"
"Yeah."
The medical-nin stood up and started towards the opposite end of the narrow path. The azure-eyed hunk was quick to follow. As he was supposed to lead her, he went ahead, though only by a small distance. "What was it, anyway?" he asked, "Must be pretty important."
The viridian-eyed kunoichi smiled and held out a silver bracelet briefly before pocketing it again. "It's a gift for Jin." It was a good thing all gangsters always wore some sort of bling. Thankfully, though her luck seemed to be horrible as of late, it didn't seem as rotten as her mentor's.
Kai faltered ever so slightly in his next step. "I see," he whispered.
"I was pretty lucky to have been found by you," the former pinkette told her well-built companion, "What were the chances of that, huh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me."
The addressed shrugged. "It was getting late and I was starting to worry, so I went out to look for you. It was really just sheer luck, really."
Silence ensued. It was at this time that the faintest of sounds reached the ninja's ears—a soft dripping noise. She was quick to locate the source. "Your arm's still bleeding," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine concern.
The raven-haired man looked briefly at his wound as they turned a corner. "Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks," he assured her with a warm smile.
"For someone who claims to have never gotten into a brawl, you seem quite knowledgeable about injuries."
"Hey, I never said that."
Sakura thought for a moment. "Ah," she replied, "That's right. What you said was that you couldn't throw a punch to save your life." Her eyes visibly narrowed. "That doesn't seem entirely true either, considering how you demolished those goons earlier."
"I-I…" the tall hunk stuttered.
"You?" the kunoichi supplied, her laser-like gaze daring her companion to lie.
The handsome man sighed before looking forward. "Fine," he mumbled, "I lied."
The emerald-eyed woman smirked.
"There's a reason why I skipped forward from the time I ran away to now, you know? I have a colorful past, some parts of which, I'm not exactly proud of." the Silver King narrated. "I… already felt drawn to you that first time we met," he confessed, a blush noticeable on his face even with the dim lighting, "I didn't want to come off as a hoodlum who goes around picking fights."
"I see."
"You don't seem convinced," Kai commented.
The lovely brunette realized that she had allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts, if only for a few seconds, and it had shown on her face. She shrugged and smiled playfully as she expertly pushed her calculations to the back of her mind. "It's nothing," she said.
It was clear that the tall man wished to defend himself further, but chose to bite his tongue. He turned his attention back to navigating. "There it is," he said, pointing to one of the few signs still lit up. "Just a couple of blocks, I guess."
"For the record, I find it sexy…"
The dark-haired stud stopped abruptly, caught off-guard by the sudden topic shift. This allowed the shapely woman to move ahead of him. "Excuse me?" he inquired.
Sakura spun around and faced him. "Being able to handle one's self in a fight in such a skilled manner—I find it extremely sexy," she clarified. She smiled slyly and gave the flushed king a flirty wink before turning back around and walking towards the establishment her companion had pointed to earlier.
Kai felt his pants become incredibly tight. Despite the discomfort, he found himself grinning as he jogged after the green-eyed beauty.

The sound of knuckles hitting wood caught Sano's attention. He grabbed the remote control and irately pressed a button, effectively cutting off an advertisement. The former king grumbled under his breath. He stood from the sofa and walked briskly towards the receiving area of his apartment.
"About damn time," the auburn-haired man said in a tone loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. He unlocked the door and grasped the knob. "You were supposed to report in half an—"
"Hello, Sano."
The familiar voice caused the aquamarine-eyed hunk to stop mid-sentence. A brown brow arched. "What're you doing here?"
The visitor simply laughed. "Where are your manners?" he commented, "Not even a greeting first?"
The apartment owner inwardly cursed. His lips curled up into a fake smile. "I'm sorry, but you caught me at a bad time," he explained, "Whatever your purpose is for coming here, you will have to finish it quickly. If it's something lengthy, you'll have to come at some other time. Tomorrow morning, perhaps?"
The addressed smiled. "Oh, don't worry," he assured the other man, "I intend to finish this quickly."
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