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He wasn't always a he.
He was once a she.
She had lived a comfortable middle class life.
He was living a war torn nightmare.
Kirigakure wasn't a very pleasant place.
He lived on the outskirts of Kiri and even there the red light district influenced life. By the time he reached three years old, he was already caring for himself.
Thievery. Hunting. Lying. Killing.
He did what he had to if he wanted to survive. She didn't like these choices but then again, she wasn't the one living this life. He was.
No one had thought to give him a name so he gave himself one.
She had wanted to keep her name but he thought it'd be best if he just forgot her life entirely. After all, it wasn't fair to have memories of warm sunny days when he had lived in Kiri his whole life.
He ended up picking Eno. There wasn't anything special about it, no hidden meaning or anything. It was just Eno. The collection of words had sounded soothing, like an underground cave system. Peaceful and removed from the world. He somewhat wanted to be in a cave system, removed from the world, but Eno figured that it'd get boring after a while.
The young boy in the mirror stared back at him.
Greasy steel grey locks of hair hung down, framing a pallid face. Gaunt. That would describe his face perfectly. Sunken in cheeks and hungry orange eyes. The combination was unusual to say the least. The pairing of dark grey hair and unnatural orange eyes was almost exotic enough to draw people's attention away from his malnourishment. Almost.
His shirt was torn in several places, seams wearing thin in some spots. It had so many stains, Eno wasn't even sure what the original color was supposed to be. His pants were in a similar state, frayed and unwashed. They ended at his knees instead of his ankles as he was growing fast. Dirty bandages wrapped around his calves all the way to his ankles before wrapping twice around his feet as a way to combat his lack of shoes. He wore a homemade pouch that could carry all he owned. Inside was a single rusty kunai, one crab claw, three ryo, and an abnormally heavy pebble. That was it. That was all he could claim as his own in this sad, sad world.
She was once a very religious person.
He reveled in blunt apathy at best. If there truly was a god, Eno wanted no part in worshipping a deity that stood by while the world suffered.
She felt sorry for him. To her, there was a certain magic in knowing that no matter what, God would always love you just the way you are.
Although apathetic, he somewhat pitied her in return. Blind faith was all she could give and it was unlikely that she'd ever recieve anything in return.
The days grew shorter and cold mists swept across Kiri. A deep chill was settling in his bones and hunger pains prickled his stomach. He was finding less and less food each day. Soon he'd have to resort to stealing completely.
She thought he should pray. Even though she responded to most problems with this, Eno was starting to consider it himself. He really had nothing left to lose.
So he closed his eyes and called out to god, to any god.
He didn't expect anything to come out of it. She had lived in complete devotion to an entity found only in books.
So imagine their surprise when something actually called back.
Hot, salty tears ran down his face. Eno stared at his hands, at the red, oh-so-bloody hands. His first kill.
She was horrified. He was shocked.
It had been so easy. One second the girl was living, next second she was dead.
She whimpered in his head. He shook his hands desperately, like his movements could somehow bring back his innocence.
His god smiled upon him. It was more of a feeling rather than an action but Eno got the idea nonetheless. He had pleased his god. The warm feeling burned bright for a moment before the unnerving sensation of a presence touching him surfaced.
Eno squirmed as the feeling of hands caressing his inner organs grew stronger. A force leaks into him and Eno shudders with pleasure, a burning warmth filling him up. Then just as abruptly as it started, the touches stop and Eno is left alone with only a swiftly cooling corpse for company.
A string of brutal murders follows Eno.
The messier the death, the better reward he gets. The touching of his insides thing turned out to be alterations to his body. He's stronger, faster, and more durable, just to name a few. The changes are small but they give him just the boost he needs to survive. After all, his god would be displeased if he died so soon.
On his seventh birthday, his god gives him a rather unique gift. It's a necklace, er, rosary(?) of sorts. Not to say he didn't appreciate it but it wasn't really his style. He puts it on anyways and that's when she finally remembers what's so familiar about it.
It's a mirror image of that pendant the religious nutjob wears. His name was Hidden ... er Edan?.. Hedan? Something like that. Anyways, she recognized the symbol at least.
It was the upside down triangle of Jashin.
...crap.
Chapter End
This is my first story... I don't have a beta yet or anything. Autocoreect is nonexistant. The keys are really small. I'm human. I make mistakes ( admittedly more than usual...). Please go easy on me with reviews. If you see a mistake, please tell me. Thank you for reading!