"Well," I sighed, "We must be here." I couldn't believe that so many people had come to the screening. Of course it was a huge event, I mean it's not every day that a major company offers the chance to submit your own character to be in one of the biggest films of all time, but I'd had no idea that there would be so many competitors. "I guess we should sign in."

I turned to gather my friends only to find them lost in the sea of bodies surrounding me. "Great," I muttered. "'We don't need a buddy system,' they say. 'No one will look as cool as us,' well congratulations," I ranted. "We have now lost each other and I sure as h3ll am not missing the chance to put one of my characters in my favorite anime just because THEY!, were not prepared"

As I stood there fuming I realized that people had created a space around me and were staring. Suddenly someone burst out laughing. "Ere's no way in 'ell that they'r goi'n ta let ye' design the ten tails!" the crowd began to murmur in agreement.

"Loser!"

"Yeah! What makes you think you are that important?'

"That isn't even a real village symbol," someone shouted.

"And what's with those tails they don't even stem from the tailbone?"

I looked at the ten bone tails dangling from the base of my skull. I had thought it was an ingenious idea. That it would mix it up a bit. The ten tailed demon was, after all, the greatest of them all, long seen as a truly one of a kind creature. If this was true than why should its tails apply to the laws that define the others?

"Well," said a green haired man, stepping forward. "I think that her tails are beautiful. In fact," he added, "I think her concept is intriguing."

I bowed lightly in his direction. "Arigato…."

"Tzetra, well actually that's my character name. You can call me Kris."

"Kris. My name is Kimi, but right now I am Krana" I took this time to study my emerald headed savior. His cloths were typical ninja garb, the flak jacket vest, with black pants, and a shirt. His sleeves were cut off at the shoulders and he wore the long gloves equipped with the metal armor associated with the anbu. On the bare skin between glove and shirt on his left arm he had beautifully designed kanji tattoo. The vines which intertwined with this kanji ran up the side of his face curling to a stop just below his eye, ear, and temple. "What does that mean?" I pointed to it.

"Oh! Uh, it means creeping plant, or vine."

"Did you design it yourself," I asked, studying it.

"N..No," he looked down blushing. "M..My cousin designs tattoo's for a living, she made it because she thought the character could use a…a defining characteristic."

"Oh. Well it is beautiful. But it would look weird without the overall character design." The crowd left, realizing that we were no longer paying attention to them. "So? How long have you been into Naruto?"

His face lit up, "I have been a Naruto fan since before it was translated into English. How about yo.."

The loudspeaker interrupted him, "The selection process will begin shortly. All applicants please head to your designated stations, thank you." We looked at each other shouted, "Bye," and ran to our sections.

I could not believe it. They actually had a stand for ten tailed applicants. Shows all those who were laughing earlier, this meant I had a chance!

The area around the stand was occupied by powerful, grotesque looking demon costumes. 'Ok' I told myself. 'Time to get into character.'

...

The crowd of hardcore fans that had flocked to the ten tailed stand to see the would-be demons suddenly grew quiet, and parted to admit yet another applicant. The girl wore power and superiority like a cloak. One lined with elegance, danger, and feral dominance. Her suit was a long sleeved shirt that covered her hands. The neckline was a scoop displaying her cleavage, and the bottom cut off just before the end of her ribs revealing a finely sculpted midsection. She wore a long skirt cut into four sections bound at the top only by a thin band. Beneath that she wore shorts that stopped mid-thigh, accompanied by calf high boots. All were black with red accents. Her short brown hair framed her face in wild curls that had been styled to compliment her attitude. But what drew the most attention was the half-mask that hid part of her face. It was stylized to look like bone, the jaws and eye socket of a predator, the horn of a demon, and the earlobe of an immortal. The bone-like substance then ran down the side of her neck creating some sort of armor over her shoulder. It also curved around the back of her head connecting to ten tails made of the same substance. Tails that moved, and clattered against each other as she walked.

The crowd gawked. The other applicants backed away from her, and the deadly aura she radiated, as she neared the desk. 'Well,' thought the proctor. 'At least if she doesn't get this she'll have a future in acting.' "State both your name and that of your character"

"Kimberly P. Brett, my character's name is Krana."