Hello and welcome! this is based off the song Tailor of Enbizaka. Its a yandere Japanese song and its my favorite. Don't worry, it's not graphic.
Anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!
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A young woman owns a tailor shop in Embizaka, Japan. Some call her the best at her craft. Many come and go everyday, but while looking outside a man catches her eyes.
A man, around the same age. 'He always lies about coming home. He would rather spend his nights with other ladies.'
She sighed heavily and got back to her work. Clutching her scissors, She sharpened them. The shaper they are the easier they cut.
Embizaka was always calm, like it was today.
The woman looked out the window again to see her love with another woman. The man had his arm around woman with a crimson kimono on. It really suited her body type. They seemed to be very in love.
The tailor turned around and sharpened her scissors again and continued to work.
That night she cried, Fixing the crimson kimono. Cutting it, Sewing, to tailor it to suit her body. Despite crying, she seemed calm.
The small town seemed off, Seems like a crime was committed.
Today the tailor was outside. She saw her love with another lady again on a bridge.
He seemed very upset about what happened. He was sadly leaning on her.
'What a pretty thing with the green obi. So thats what you like to see on other women.'
But she continued on with her work.
That night she fixed on the green obi. Hanging it next to the kimono. She knew tomorrow he would be with a new lady. So she made another place for a item.
Fear has spread around the town like wildfire. Another crime has been committed. The tailor saw her love in the hairpin shop.
A young girl took a yellow hair pin from him, looked up, and smiled at him.
'She's so young! Doesn't he have any decency left in him?!'
No matter, she continued with her work, clutching her scissors in her hand.
'My scissors...Have they always been this color?'
They were blunt, and red. She sharpened them again.
She clothed into the crimson kimono
Wore the green obi
Placed the yellow hair pin in her hair.
I am the perfect woman.
Well what do you think?
Am I beautiful?
The town was chaotic. Another crime was committed. This time a man was murdered. What was he thinking?
"Hello, Good evening. Have I seen you somewhere?"
He didn't recognize me at all. Like I was a stranger!
But I continued with my work. Clutching my scissors in my hand. Red was drooling from it's mouth.
The sharper they are, the easier they cut.
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Short stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories i had ideas for but not big enough ideas to make into full fledged books. So enjoy :)
