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Chapter Thirty-One ~ Control

*Hands you a box of tissues*

Here you may or may not need these.

*Shrugs and walks away*

~Chapter Thirty-One~

"Die!"

Winter's yell is very straight forward and blunt as she dashes at the two women, her face contorted into one of anger. Her moves were smooth and her fighting seem to be on a whole other level, which made sense since she was near the source of her power. But Hakuei wasn't the leader of small village for nothing.

Misaki lay in a pile of growing blood off to the side, the only sign that she was alive was the rising and falling of her chest. Lighting sparked around Winter as her hands firmly grasped the blade of a sword once belonging to a member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Her visible eye was darkened with bloodlust and sorrow, her pent up emotions spiraling in a downwards motion; out of control describing her perfectly.

She swung the massive blade with precision, the edges of Hakuei's hair being cut off and drifting down to the ground. Their weapons clashed, sparks generating as metal grinded against metal. A horrible screeching noise was produced and the two were swept off their feet, flying back several feet from the force.

Winter snarls viciously as Hakuei staggers to her feet, ignoring the approaching chakra sources. "Poor little girl, never strong enough to save anyone." Hakuei hisses brandishing her spear, "Your mother, your father, your older brother, your old teammates, your clan and even that worthless pink haired girl."

"Shut up!" She screams dashing forward and swinging the head cleaver like a maniac. "Ah I hit a nerve did I?" The woman smiles cruelly, "I bet that they are all disappointed in you. In fact once I kill you here why don't I visit the Leaf Village and pay your sensei a visit? What is her name again? Oh yes Inazuma Kuro."

If Winter had snapped before than she had gone over the edge, lighting striking closer and closer to the two. "You'll die before you ever get the chance." She hisses un-summoning the blade and crouching, her eye narrowed into a slit. Her shoulders hunch forward, her left leg spread out in front of her while her right leg was bent. Her entire body shuddered before relaxing as her gaze locks onto Hakuei.

The woman stiffens as the dark haired girl stares calmly at her, too calmly. Her hair hangs tangled around her face, blood dripping all over. Her hands curled into fists and a feral smirk settled on her lips. She looked wild and dangerous, like a predator about to kill its prey.

Sprinting forward, the ground cracks underneath the sheer force that Winter puts into her kick as she hits Hakuei in the jaw making the women's head snap to the side. Her staff clatters to the ground snapping in half when Winter steps on it. Leaning down she grips Hakuei's throat in her hands, her eyes cold.

"Winter!" Her back stiffens and her head slowly turns to the side, shock flashing through her at the sight of Sakura and Sasuke sprinting up the mountain towards them. "Sa...kura?" Her grip loosens slightly and Hakuei gasps for air. "But I saw you, you were dead." She murmurs confusion making her drop her guard.

Hakuei bolts up and grabs Winter's hair, bringing her head down so their eye's were level. Hakuei smirks as her eyes flash pink, a sick feeling settling in the pit of Winter's stomach. "Let's see how much you lose it, when you realize you're the reason your friends are dead." Her whisper is oily and smooth, a hint of sadistic laughter detected as Winter's body shudders and her eye starts to glaze over.

The two genin skid to a stop, wariness flashing over them as they watch Winter swing her head towards them. Her visible eye was glazed over, lighting still flickering around her as she slowly walks in their directions. Hakuei's smirk grows as she flicks her wrist lazily, "Kill them for me dearest." Winter's body shudders and she stares blankly at the two. "After all they're the reason your brother is dead."