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I could feel the tears, wet on my cheeks, and i knew that they were tinged with black. That was the problem with eyeliner and mascara, they made it painfully obvious when you'd been crying. I felt dazed, rather out of touch with my own body as Kain hoisted me over his shoulders. Wait... he was hurt, wasn't he? He sounded in pain. Even as i had looked at him before, him trying to conceal the smile that mimicked my own...
"Sweetie, no... I'm okay, i can walk, please..." I said, dangling from his shoulder. However, he kept going, and as i watched my hair sway back and forth, marvelling at the speed with which he ran, i heard something. Squirming round awkwardly, i made out the form of a man on horseback. Barely even in the frame of mind to call him a cliche, i just watched as more and more of these people arrived. It was so surreal. Being bumped around as i travelled via a manly shoulder, trying to keep my body upright enough to watch the scene behind us.

I was too intrigued. I wriggled out of my companion's grasp, tumbling awkwardly to the ground. He really could run fast... My body hurt as if i'd just jumped out of a moving car. Legs askew as i knelt in the dust, i nursed my bruises and watched with wonder as the eight tails was surrounded. My blonde locks framed my face, tousled and free from the grasp of hairspray. With a great deal of my makeup wiped and smeared away, and my usual decadent outfit mostly bedraggled and torn, i could tell i looked like a shadow of myself. A lady of the night, found crying the morning after... A celebrity who had locked themselves away for a night, only to creep out in the morning for coffee. Unnatural, unnerving. But there i sprawled, battered and bemused, head cocked as i watched the eight tails and his new opponents. There was scarcely a shred of glamour about me, barely a touch of the airs and graces that i was so dependant on.

I was hardly Coco, and i didn't care.

"Kain," i called, "hey, Kain... i don't want to be apart again." My hands were lifeless in my lap, my terribly expensive throws and wraps drifting from one shoulder, and i couldn't take my eyes of of the eight tails. He had been so strong, and so full of life... And now he wasn't. Now he was dead and cold. Only moments ago, he could've crushed me. He would've killed me on impulse, without a grudge or a vendetta. And, i guess, it's good that these people stopped him, right? But why did it make me so sad to see him fade away?

I reached out a hand in Kain's direction, limp and needy in the air. My eyes still stared hazily at the spot where the beast had stood, seeing nothing but the imprint of his form on the back of my eyelids. I guess the prettiest flowers bloom for only a while, after all, before they wither.

No... Where was he? This creature... Why had i come here?! I could only watch as the eight tails batted someone away with such triviality, would he survive? And then, my painted lashes batted wide open as i saw his next target. He was tearing towards me, me, standing tall on my own, and my lips parted slightly in disbelief. I wasn't ready for this, how could i ever be ready for this? Shaking hands clasped into fists, glittering nails digging into my palms and sweat beading under my foundation. I had to act. Despite the futility, despite the crashing reminder of my fragility, my mortality... Instantly, gold flooded from my body, the full strength of my heritage manifesting in decadence all over my slender frame. The gold i had been preparing was used also, and two copies of myself appeared, the speed with which my techniques were performed was more than enough to match him as he approached me, due to my inherent mastery of my bloodline.

I stood there, heels digging into the earth, coated in dazzling gold, the two beautiful golden versions of me standing directly in front of me. We were a trio of treasures, three golden beauties standing against this monster.
"I won't fall here!" I screeched, raising my golden arms as his mighty fist descended. My two clones, stronger even than the gold coated me, raised their arms in silence, and we met his blow. His fist, thudding against sheer resilience, complete determination to live. I could survive this. I could live through this. As i stood there, me and my creations, pitting our will and strength against the monstrous fist, i tried not to cry. This beautiful gold façade wouldn't be broken by human tears.


Had i done enough? If this even gave Kain time to escape, all these shinobi could flee as i stood here...



Hey, Kain? I would've given anything to save you, at that time.

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Kumonenkin (Spider Sticky Gold) [25, 50, 100, 150, 300]
Rank: (D), (C), (B), (A), (S)
Type: Supplementary / Clan Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Strength of sticky gold depends directly on the user's understanding of 'Kumonenkin'. The user can make any general projectile/secondary item available in shops. Up to 5 can be made when first learned, plus 5 more for every rank, for a maximum of 25 projectiles per use.
Description: Kumonenkin is one of the kekkei genkai’s most basic and essential supplementary ninjutsu technique. As part of their special blood, the Sasanagi have the ability to release a form of golden liquid from their mouth and sweat glands. When this liquid hits the air it can harden to be as strong as steel, allowing the clan member to be able to use this technique to then form deadly spikes or other projectile weapons.
Domain: Sasanagi



Spider Clone; Gold [50]
Rank: C
Type: Clan Ninjutsu; Supplementary
Range: Self
Special: Clones move slightly slower than the creator, due to them being heavier and stronger. Strength of clones is determined by one's mastery of the Kumonenkin;

D-Rank; Can withstand up to one D-Rank jutsu
C-Rank; Can withstand up to one C-Rank jutsu
B-Rank; Can withstand up to one B-Rank jutsu
A-Rank; Can withstand up to one A-Rank jutsu
S-Rank; Can withstand up to one S-Rank jutsu

Description: By continuing to spit out the strong golden substance, the Sasanagi can create replicas of themselves, which are then infused with chakra and able to act according to the user's orders. The Gold clones can take a lot of damage, equal to one's strength in the Kumonenkin creation, and can perform any jutsu dealing with the golden substance.
Domain: Sasanagi, C-Rank Kumonenkin


Nenkin no Yoroi (Armor of Sticky Gold) [150]
Rank: A
Type: Defensive / Clan Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: ...
Description: Kumo Nenkin no Yoroi is a true testament of the sticky gold fluid's true strength. Taking advantage of their body's ability to create a form of metal through their sticky gold, the Sasanagi is able to create an armor shell to protect their body. Without needing seals, the user emits their kumo nenkin from their mouth and sweat glands. When the liquid hits the air, it instantly hardens, creating the armor. This can form a barrier against an opponent who attacks physically, to the point the user can even defend their internal chakra systems from chakra-sucking styles such as the 'Gentle Fist'.
Domain: Sasanagi, ‘A’ ranked Kumonenkin

purchasing the following mastery for use within the sasanagi bloodline;

'X' Casting I

Casting allows the user to perform two or more jutsu from one's mastery at the same time, essentially leaving your targets with twice the trouble to deal with! When first learned, two Mastery jutsu may be used at once. each time re-acquired, one more jutsu is added the consecutive fire. Keep in mind that casting jutsu simultaneously does not reduce chakra costs in any way.

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I couldn't remember the last time i'd sunk so deep into myself. Obviously, there was more to me than the perfectly painted façade, but i wasn't some soft and gooey strawberry filling. I really didn't like those kind of people. Tough as a nail on the outside, but one push in a painful direction and their whole persona came tumbling down. Obviously, everyone is acting to some extent. Not that i think everybody is fake, per say, but i think it's unavoidable most of the time. It's impossible to only be in situations that are comfortable to you, but you wouldn't see people breaking down in tears, or veering away from things with anxiety. It's just something people do to get through their day, whether it be a more stoic demeanour, an endless supply of jokes and witty quips, or even a flirty or provocative act. I picked up my glass, savouring the strong, sweet taste of the crisp wine. My eyes fluttered upwards from the drink to the barman, chatting happily with a customer, a regular by the look of it.

This was his job, something he did everyday, and yet, he appeared to be enjoying himself. I couldn't imagine it. Responsibility, things that were expected of every person... You have to work, you have to make money, you have to stand on your own two feet. I sighed. What was i doing here?

Hey Kain, do you ever think like this? I can't imagine anything really getting to you. I mean, maybe you don't know what you want to do with yourself, but you never let yourself think too much about it. Even if you never figure it out, i know you'll be okay.

If you can watch over me, i think i'll be okay too.

I got to my feet, almost unsteady in my statement heels as i slipped off the barstool. Tossing my hair haphazardly over one shoulder, i wobbled for a few steps, then slid into my favourite strut, so familiar that even my hazy sense of balance couldn't unsettle it. I barely noticed the glances that i usually revelled in, an exotic butterfly in a nest of flies as i made my way to the shabby bathroom. I smiled, there were so many awkward memories concerning bathrooms. Naturally, i used the women's, but there had been a few occasions where such a decision had been contested. The funny thing is, because of my appearance, men assume me to be physically weak and mentally submissive, as a few have demonstrated in such confrontations. I was still smiling to myself as i entered, opening my handbag and retrieving a few choice cosmetics as i watched myself in the mirror. I never tired of looking at myself. I've never denied my vanity, but it's much more than that. I'm more than just a person, i'm a work of art.

I giggled at that. If these people could hear what i was thinking! But still, it's true! I'm not just another person, i'm more of a creation. Carefully pieced together, made from beautiful clothes and accessories, painted features and glittering nails... I was always impressed at myself when i saw my creation. Pouting, i began to apply more crimson, coating my plump lips with the vivid red. I pressed my lips together, before blowing a kiss at the mirror.

Was perfection always this easy?

Face down in the dust. Trying to push himself up, slender arms shaking with exertion... A group of laughing children surrounded a small, skinny boy. They were always laughing. What had it been today? The lipstick?
"Hey, Cocko!" A boy jeered. Coco grunted in pain as he felt the foot on his back, slamming him back down. It hurt...
"Don't act like you don't like it, we know this is just how those old perverts treat you." A girl said spitefully,
"Do they pay you extra if you let them beat you?" Giggled her friend, and the boy removed his foot to lift up the back of Coco's shirt, exposing his pale skin. Scratches, bruises, lacerations... Some were scars, but a few were only recently healing. He'd been beaten, that much was obvious. Such a pretty boy too... He hadn't done anything particularly offensive today. All it took was a splash of red lipstick to set them off, and here they were again, the corner of the playground, Coco once more face down on the ground, shaking with suppressed tears.
"You're such a freak Cocko, get a fucking grip." Said the boy, kicking the child in the side. Hunched sideways from the blow, the first tears finally spilled forth, even as Coco gritted his teeth in anger.

His hair was already long, back then. A girl was standing on it while the boy tormented him, preventing him from moving.
"Why don't you just get lost, nobody wants you here. I bet those old guys would love for you to just live with them already, you could be their maid as well as their slut!" The girl said, grinding her foot into the dirt, trampling his hair with the insult. Still the boy on the ground said nothing. Only the choking whimper of tears reluctantly shed could be heard, barely audible above the jeers and giggles of the children. A bell rang, a few of the children dashed off, and most of the rest began wandering away.
"Put on some more of that lipstick," Said one of the girls as she left, "it'll look good with the blood. ♥" Before long, only a girl and boy remained, along with the pitiful form at their feet. Beautiful eyes, red and damp, glancing up briefly, before closing tightly. His lashes were long, even without any mascara, but they were moist and stuck together. Lips were swollen, shades of red dispersing throughout, blood meeting lipstick.

Gently, the girl knelt down, still on his hair.
"You're a boy, Coco. And you'll always be a boy. You can't be pretty like us, and boys will never love you like they love us." With that, she suddenly grabbed the glittering stud in the beautiful boy's ear and pulled. A high pitched scream pierced the air and Coco curled up tighter, tears flowing afresh, his cries loud now, and distraught. The girl stood up, her fingernails painted red now, and walked away, tossing the single gleaming jewel behind her. The boy followed close behind, and neither of them looked back at the crumpled frame left in the dust.






Alone at the corner of the bar, i let myself cry, ever so slightly. The room was dark and smoky, nobody was looking my way. I reached up gingerly to touch my earlobe, resting my cigarette in the ashtray. In one ear, i sported a glimmering loveheart, a beautiful earring i stole a long time ago. But in the other ear there was no accessory, minus the small scar that had torn my earlobe. I smiled, wiping my eyes carefully. Nobody had any idea how strong i would become, not back then. I had blossomed so easily, i had almost forgotten my painful past...

I sucked thoughtfully on my almost burned out cigarette, running my finger along the rim of my glass. I was the person i was today because of all that had happened to me... As long as i was happy with that person, the end justified the means, right? ...Right?