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Chapter One is here: [link]

Chapter Two is here: [link]

Chapter Three is here: [link]

Chapter Four is here: [link]

Chapter Five – Desperation

Sakura felt it as the clamp finally slackened and dissolved around her arm.

She had to choose, she could make a break for the surface and air, but if her attacker recovered, she'd never make it. The other girl was dazed but already stirring, and through it all, that strange breathing bubble on her lower face remained intact.

No, she had to make sure the other kunoichi was down for the count. But Sakura was unarmed now. All her tools gone, and her chakra and oxygen nearly spent.

Lunging forward, Sakura clamped both hands around the girl's head. Her strong right hand slicing cleanly through the bubble and clamping over the girl's nose and moth, her left grabbing the top of her head putting the stranger girl totally at Sakura's mercy.

Using her head as a pivot point, the leaf Jonin snapped her legs around the other ninja's midsection, clamping her calves up into the woman's diaphragm.

Sakura squeezed.

The woman's eyes flew open at once and she panicked. Bucking and tossing wildly, kicking up a cloud of silt from the seabed just inches below them and still to far away and too unyielding to provide any leverage.

Still Sakura squeezed. Her face red from the strain and her lips clamped tight against the release of air, some still dribbling out here and there as the precious reserve exhausted itself.

An eruption of bubbles escaped the hunter-turned prey. Her eyes wide as dinner plates as she clawed at the water to no avail. She writhed like a serpent and still the weakened and nearly dead leaf Jonin clung on.

Somewhere along the line, this had changed. It was no longer a struggle to subdue, it was something else, something worse. The writhing, the power, the anger... something deep within Sakura sang with it all, something she'd long suppressed called out to finish it, to kill the girl and to watch her eyes as it happened...

With a sickening, wretched lurch, the unknown kunoichi paused in her struggles. Her chest heaved spasmodically, and then she went slowly limp.

The dark voice within Sakura crowed. The rest of her sat, stunned.

The girl was dead.

And Sakura, who had never yet taken a life in anything but open combat, had taken this battle far beyond that.

Woodenly, she tried and failed to unlock her legs from the girl's midsection.

Sakura was a murderer.

Description
Chapter One is here: [link]

Chapter Two is here: [link]

Chapter Three is here: [link]

Chapter Four is here: [link]

Chapter Five – Desperation

Sakura felt it as the clamp finally slackened and dissolved around her arm.

She had to choose, she could make a break for the surface and air, but if her attacker recovered, she'd never make it. The other girl was dazed but already stirring, and through it all, that strange breathing bubble on her lower face remained intact.

No, she had to make sure the other kunoichi was down for the count. But Sakura was unarmed now. All her tools gone, and her chakra and oxygen nearly spent.

Lunging forward, Sakura clamped both hands around the girl's head. Her strong right hand slicing cleanly through the bubble and clamping over the girl's nose and moth, her left grabbing the top of her head putting the stranger girl totally at Sakura's mercy.

Using her head as a pivot point, the leaf Jonin snapped her legs around the other ninja's midsection, clamping her calves up into the woman's diaphragm.

Sakura squeezed.

The woman's eyes flew open at once and she panicked. Bucking and tossing wildly, kicking up a cloud of silt from the seabed just inches below them and still to far away and too unyielding to provide any leverage.

Still Sakura squeezed. Her face red from the strain and her lips clamped tight against the release of air, some still dribbling out here and there as the precious reserve exhausted itself.

An eruption of bubbles escaped the hunter-turned prey. Her eyes wide as dinner plates as she clawed at the water to no avail. She writhed like a serpent and still the weakened and nearly dead leaf Jonin clung on.

Somewhere along the line, this had changed. It was no longer a struggle to subdue, it was something else, something worse. The writhing, the power, the anger... something deep within Sakura sang with it all, something she'd long suppressed called out to finish it, to kill the girl and to watch her eyes as it happened...

With a sickening, wretched lurch, the unknown kunoichi paused in her struggles. Her chest heaved spasmodically, and then she went slowly limp.

The dark voice within Sakura crowed. The rest of her sat, stunned.

The girl was dead.

And Sakura, who had never yet taken a life in anything but open combat, had taken this battle far beyond that.

Woodenly, she tried and failed to unlock her legs from the girl's midsection.

Sakura was a murderer.