Well it may be 7:30 in the AM but I am still kicking! Woohoo! I wrote this for the Koshiba Narumi fans! Love you guys!

This story was re-edited on October 3, 2009.

Her name was number 17.

I called her that for the longest part of my life.

Recently I had identified her as Koshiba Kiri, a member of Scissors Project. She was my one true love. She was the only person I ever respected, because she had beaten me honestly. This however, would not be for long, because I planned to beat her too.

She called me a self-proclaimed genius, and made fun of me by calling me Naru-Naru.

The sound of my name coming from her made my knees go weak. Everything about the way that she spoke to me made me tremble in my heart. I was madly in love with her, something that took me a long time to realize. I could not forgive myself for falling in love with the person I had deemed an enemy. It was obvious that one of my best friends, Ochiai was in love with her also. He was not very inconspicuous. He had all but confessed to her.

I tried to act like I hated her, even though my heart yearned to be closer to her. I called Mussy head, of Puffy head, and she never suspected that it was an act. I portended that I harbored disdain for her golden hair. She was beautiful, something I had lied about to myself for much too long. She took wonderful care of her hair, it soft and cut perfectly.

I admired the way that she held scissors in her small hands. She cut so fast, with precision, and care. In many ways, her style was a mystery to me, something that I would never be able to understand. She seemed so very lazy when you talked to her, but in actuality she cared more than one could ever know.

She loved her father, the nemesis of my father. It made me mad the way that she always smiled at that fat cat, and never smiled any other time. I hated the way that that metro-sexual, aromatherapy-loving boy clung to her with dear life constantly, and the way that she adored the shy boy she called her older brother.

When she touched me I didn't break out in a flurry of disgusting and itchy red spots. I got electric shocks instead, something that was completely new and mysterious to me. It felt good when she touched me the way she did, her soft hands would accidently touch me.

I couldn't get enough of her. She always slept, and she was serene when asleep. She was always quiet, and I couldn't think of a time when she raised her voice. She never did anything bad to the people who gathered around her. She was caring, and loving, warm and kind. People didn't seem to treat her well though. The way my father acted towards her, that one time mad me morbidly embarrassed.

I despised the way that Billy lived with her. He lived in the room next door to her, and he was able to see her any time that we wanted to. He could just march into her room without any real reason. He was able to see her smile all the time, and walk to school with her. He was able to do all the things that I wanted to do. I secretly wished that it was I who lived with her. I hated the way that he could spend unlimited amounts of time with her, just because they lived in the same household.

There was only one thing that I was sure of surrounding my feelings of Koshiba Kiri.

I was absolutely madly and unconditionally in love with her.

I like writing one shots. It is so fun, because then you don't have to continue writing it all the time. Review please~!