Here's To All The Sakura-Haters!

… And a pink haired, entity, strolled through it.

My angry mood suddenly evaporated, and I gave out a pitiful groan.

Why, out of ALL the possible hot nurses I could have gotten, heck, even you ugly ones! Why did it have to be the banshee?!

Sure, she was as hot as anything, but you know those women even I wouldn’t even look at? She was one of them. Her shouting matches were what made her reputation as the banshee of Konoha for me.

“Hello, just here to fix you up and get going so, wait there while I check what exactly is wrong with you.” She then takes out the chart from the front of the bed and starts flicking through it.

I took a moment to stare, and cleared my throat, she looked up at me.

I gave her a flat look, and my eyes glanced to either side of my head, at my arms.

“… Well, you could also have something else even worse, it’s always better to check the charts in case something else is wrong.” She then turned her attention back to the papers.

“I’m telling you, it’s just my arms, can you just do that medical jutsu and let me out of her, I have a… class, and I need to teach it.” I might not care much for her, but this banshee was also a personal student under the Hokage herself, thus making her a medicine ninja from what I’ve heard.

“It’s not that simple, I can’t just slap some Chakra on your bones and expect your injuries to heal, better if you recover from whatever experience caused them.” She wasn’t irritated, but she obviously had no patience from me as her eyes scanned the pages again.

“I was fucking a Hyuga heiress, and she forgot her strength, it wasn’t that much of a trauma.”

Her eyes stopped, and looked at me in contemplation, “You had sex with Hinata? Withdrawn, completely in love with Naruto, Hinata?”

“Oh I WISH that was the fucking case!” I grumbled/growled at her, “I decided to do her sister first, and she was tight as anything, but wouldn’t you know, she doesn’t know when to flex her fucking ninja strength. And so before you know it, she is crashing both my arms like a vice-grip, and I’m out of commission for a fucking week!”

I was really digging another part of my powers, I could vent whatever I liked, and no negative consequences were present.

“That… shouldn’t be possible, I mean sure little Hanabi’s a virgin but… suddenly flaring your Chakra is only really happens in life or **** situations, or in rare cases, an overload in ones senses.” She looked me up and down and shook her head, “You don’t look like you fit the bill.”

“… The fuck you say?”

“You don’t really look all that impressive, plus, you’re a civilian, how could you make her orgasm so much that she flairs her Chakra. Fess up, you must have fell down the stairs or something.”

I stared at her… I seriously just stared at her.

“… I’ll tell you what, for that, no mercy.”

“Yes, I am so frightened by the crippled man in bed-

“It is normal, when you hear ‘Cherry Blossoms’ that you will go into a trance state.” She frowned slightly and I continued, “It is normal in this trance state, to follow any orders given to you.”

“Is there anything else? Because I have other patients to check so-

“Cherry, Blossoms.” She then stopped mid-sentence, and suddenly stared off into space.

“Okay… so first, your name is ‘Pink-Slut’; you shall accept ‘Pink-Slut’ as your name as well as your original from now on.”

She kept on staring blankly, confident in the earrings powers, I pressed on, “Pink-Slut, I want you to tell me if it is possible to heal me, and just let me go.”

“Yes… it is possible for me to use my full skills to fix your arms.” She echoed out, her voice a complete monotone.

“… Why exactly did you lie to me before?”

“Because, I thought using my powers so much on idiotic villagers all day would drain me dry.” I heard a snort of indignity from the old guy next to me.

“… Great, also, you are to refer to me as ‘Master’ from now on.”

“Yes Master.”

“Great, you learn quickly, next I want you to fix my arms…”