"We are all connected by fate."
Mothers whisper this to their children. They tell them of the gods and their strings, invisible but sprawling, like a spiderweb over the whole Earth. They bind strangers together into lovers, they say. They bind friends into family, and family into our souls. The whims of the gods are beyond comprehension. However, with the strings to guide us, red like the blood that gives us life, we find our way. We find where we are supposed to be. Unless, of course, we disobey the gods, the mothers say in warning. They look into their children's wide eyes in worry, hoping to see the red strings reflected back in their glassy pupils.
We don't know the whims of the gods, they say. Therefore we can never hope to change our fates. Then, Mother, what if they offer me their whims? What if they curse me? What, then, Mother?
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Matchmaker
RomanceMizumori Akane has always been able to see the Red Strings of Fate. They weren't real--that's what everyone told her. After all, nobody else could see them. At least she thought nobody could, until she meets an enigmatic woman named Ai. Akane's ques...
