Hello, my name is Tetsuhiko, Matsuki Tetsuhiko (but a lot of people call me Tetsu for short); and even though my name is of Japanese origin I am only half Japanese, the other half is American. I work for a bookstore named Used Books on a street called Jinbo-Cho (which, by the way, is the greatest place in all of Japan). I don't live too far from there, but I couldn't tell you what street it is, I just moved to where I live and the only way for me to identify my home is by landmarks and buildings. As you can tell I am somewhat forgetful.

I'm short: roughly about 5'3; I have short black hair that I don't really style, I just leave it a big mess of cowlicks, stray-hairs and tangles. My eyes are dark brown and I have the average build for a man my age, that being 24. Usually I like to wear a white T-shirt that has a blue collar and brown shorts that fall just below my knees; but if the situation demands it than I will wear formal attire or dress to the look that everyone around me is wearing.

However I do have a certain outfit for battle that I like to wear: dark shirts and pants and either a black trench coat or a black cloak to suit my hidden 'dark' side that I keep from my comrades.

I am a Paper Master, and quite the Paper Master I might add; my specialty is folding weapons of any sort: be it a large-scale cannon or a simple knife-blade. And yes I can fold guns as well, but those take a lot of work, as they are very complex and hard to get right; though they pay off quite nicely because I can make the bullet go anyway I want it to, no matter which direction the gun is aimed! I can also fold clothing, which comes handy because it lets me be prepared for any situation. I can lock pick and even make key card imprints (which believe-it-or-not, isn't very difficult). And, most favorite of all, I can make paper wings and fly with them as a backpack design.

Like all the other Paper Masters, I love to read. My favorite author is A. Rice; I just can't get enough of her mystifying tales of darkness. I also enjoy the reading of poetry of all sorts, as I too am a poet and I like to write all the different styles that the published poets write. I don't really do too much besides eat, read and fold though. Sometimes I'll go out and seek adventures that require my paper manipulating skills, like becoming a body guard or infiltrating certain places that a normal person cant get to unnoticed.

Also, I will work for a secret company called Dokusensha from time to time. They are involved in the retrieval of rare books from certain places or persons who keep them for themselves. I consider it to be stealing but they tell me that they are the liberators of the rare books, and that's what makes them the 'good guys'. But that doesn't matter too much to me though, just as long as I can get a copy of the rare book (copy, as in they write down the contents and give me a printout of it). I like the thrill of it all too, reading is great but sometimes it can get boring; and when it does that's when I go seeking action!

But enough of the introductions that I so often drag out. I am here to tell you a story, the story of how I met a girl who was far better than myself at folding, as if she had done it since birth. It has been two years since last we met, and there isn't a moment that I miss her. Her name is Yomiko Readman, the most powerful paper master of all. And though I really hate to admit it, she is the only girl that I ever…

Well, that's irrelevant for the time being...

First I will tell a brief summary of my child-hood and teenaged years:

I was born in The Philippines on some island, though which one I don't know because shortly after my birth my parents moved to Japan in the city of Tokyo and I haven't lived anywhere else since. It was nice there, even though the city was loud and obnoxious I still lived quite happily with my parents, Christine and Naoki. My mother was American and moved to Japan when she turned 19, and shortly after she met my father (who was Japanese). They dated for a few years on-and-off until my father finally decided to propose to my mother. They got married and when my mother was 23 and my father was 25 they made me, a small little pain-in-the-ass.

My father worked as a computer programmer for some small company that never really made any big changes in computer technology; but it still allowed my mom to stay home and take care of me. My life with them was short, but still it was happy. Whenever I needed them they'd be there for me and comfort me, even when I was saddened for some petty reason. I wouldn't really pay attention to school simply because it bored me, I wanted life to be more adventuress!

Sometimes my mother and father would go driving off to some faraway retreat for the weekend and leave me with some random relative that I had no particular fondness of. But I would gladly let them go so they could be together, even when I was a small child I knew that a relationship was an important thing for a man and a woman to have. Of coarse, if I had known what would happen on one of those trips, I would have never let them go to begin with.

One weekend when I was 10 I stayed with my aunt and her two boys. She had a lot of books and always gave me her old ones, saying that I should expand my mind. But that never interested me in comparison with the mediocre action that I would find in the streets. Anyways, they were heading to a building called 'The Eastern Sun Resort' in Northern Tokyo, planning to spend the weekend there with each other. But there was some rat-bastard that had a grudge against someone who was staying in a particular room at that place, someone with a cruel heart and explosive intentions.

I didn't know what had happened until I saw it on the television; it was all over the news, what he did; 'Eastern Sun blows up in tragic terrorist attack; almost everyone there was killed. Among those were…'

And I heard it, their names. I knew what happened; I knew that they…

For months after the police searched for the one that did it; the one who so heartlessly killed all those people. Killed my parents. Still, there were no leads and no suspects; there was no one. Whoever did it got away with it; they were never found and never served the punishment they so rightfully deserved.

I was devastated by my parents' death. My aunt took me in and cared for me as her own, though I hated her and hated the school I went to; I hated that life. I stopped seeking risk and adventure and turned to books, which so easily took my mind off of my parents. I focused on my schoolwork as well, trying not to let down my parents that were watching me from heaven. I prayed to them every night; but honestly, I really lost my belief in god the day I knew they were dead.

As the years passed my pain started to lessen, though really it didn't stop hurting. My aunt took advantage of me and made me do things that her own children wouldn't do. They would make me go chase after taxi-cars just so they could get a ride; she would make me literally run to the store, and if I wasn't back before a certain time I would get beaten by her two boys that were older and stronger than me. And the worst thing they ever made me do, was that when we were near a fire-escape my cousin purposely let his balloon go and said, "if you don't go get that then we'll beat you down to a bloody pulp."

Of coarse I went after it, I knew that he would make his threat real if I didn't do as he said; but from doing all the tasks they had forced me to do, I gained new agility and speed: within moments I climbed above the balloon and grabbed it. And just to piss him off, I popped the balloon and threw it down to him yelling "WHY DON'T YOU COME UP AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"

Later I got beaten.

But whenever I wasn't getting beaten or forced to do pointless tasks, I read. And as I read I started to develop my paper folding skill. At first I didn't realize what I was doing until one day I was reading a book that had a dancing scene in it, and when I looked up I realized that the paper on my desk was dancing by my own will! It took me months to simply perfect making paper hard; and years more to develop the techniques that I use today. These abilities were a gift and I always treated them like that.

Though when I turned 17, I couldn't help but return-the-favor to my aunt and her two sons. I cant tell the story now, but let me just say that they never bothered me again.

When I turned 18 I got a job at Used Books and moved out of that hole-in-the ground where I had lived for so long, and into an apartment a few miles away from Used Books. I would have moved closer to work but that apartment was all I could afford. Eventually I ran into a man from Dokusensha that had been watching me for sometime, and said that I would be perfect for his line of work. I've never really liked the morals behind their work, but the pay is good and they reunited me with my old love of action.

And now I bring you to the present, and to my story, where I shall tell you of the adventure I had with 'The Paper', Miss Yomiko Readman.