A Tailor for Every Vampire
AN: I do not own Black Blood Brothers.
Oh, wonderful. thought Jirou Mochizuki as he looked down at the enormous jagged tear in his favourite (Well, okay his only) coat.
Well that was unfortunate, he'd have to find someone to take care of this.
He asked Mimiko in that morning before she left for work, and she assured him that she could find a good tailor to assist him.
The ring at the door came at around seven O' Clock, coinciding with sundown.
Jirou yawned, stretching as he walked to the door.
Opening it with a welcoming smile, he saw a young man standing there, looking ever so slightly nervous, with a kit presumably containing the tools of his trade at his side.
"Hello, you must be the tailor that Ms. Katsuragi called, am I correct?"
The man standing outside the door stood up a little straighter and answered in a pleasant sounding voice.
"Yes, yes I am! I hear that you have something in need of fixing?"
"Ah, indeed. If you would please come in."
Jirou stepped to one side to allow the tailor entrance into the apartment.
"It's just in here." Said Jirou, leading the man into the living room.
"Please, have a seat. I'll just be a moment." Said Jirou as he exited the room to retrieve the damaged item.
"So you see," He said as he came back into the room, holding up the garment for the tailor to see,
"The tear is right along here. Is it within your abilities to repair it? It does, after all, hold a certain amount of sentimental value for me."
The younger man took the coat and turned it over in his hands, examining the material, the flow of the fabric, and the tear itself.
Wow.
Now this was one hell of a hopeless case.
This wouldn't even be worth salvaging.
Ugh, and whoever designed this monstrosity needed to be hunted down and stabbed with a thousand sewing needles until they'd learned their lesson.
"I'm so… Sorry, sir. But this is not reparable. " Said the man, walking to the incinerator and throwing the garment in.
"It really would be better to just invest in something snazzier. I myself could design it for you. We could fix something up to suit your body perf-"
He stopped speaking abruptly as he turned around to see the man whose coat he'd just sent onto the flames.
His eyes burned with a fury unlike any the tailor had ever seen before.
Oh shit.
He'd gotten on the wrong side of the wrong person this time.
"You."
The simple word made the man cringe.
Jirou's eyes burned brightly, and he raised a hand.
"You."
He punctuated the word by sending the tailor into the nearest wall. Hitting it with a loud 'thud'
"Will."
'thud
"Remake."
'thud'
"That."
'thud'
"Coat."
'thud'
"Precisely the way it was. Or you will face the consequences."
Mimiko Katsuragi was walking home with a smile on her face. Today'd been a good day.
Now, she'd just go home, cook some dinner…
She was still smiling as she turned her key in the door and stepped inside.
"Hey, you guys, I'm home!"
She walked into her living room and come to an abrupt halt.
"JIROU! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?"
"Kotarou had an accident." Came the reply from the man sitting in the armchair, flipping through a book, and looking for all the world the most innocent person in the world.
"And why is the tailor still here? He should've been gone hours ago!"
"He's repairing some… Mistakes that he made." He flipped a page.
"You- I just- What is that crack in the wall- Just- WHY-"
She sighed, resigned.
"Will you be staying for dinner?" She directed the question at the tailor sitting at the sewing machine, bent over in concentration.
"No. He will not be eating with us." Jirou flipped another page in his book.
Mimiko just blinked and walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Oh well.
It could've been worse.
This fan fiction is a collaboration with bloodredfox, I hope you enjoyed it!