The Cutter of the Red Thread

by Kiri Komori

Matoi will stop at nothing to be Nozomu's lover, whatever it takes. Only one girl fails to comply, which brings about a thread of epic proportions. Rated T for violence and other content. It's mostly fights or dark outlines.

3. Chapter 3

My little note:

I'm finally back. I'm quite sorry for the lateness. I tried to attempt Nanowrimo (National Novel Writer's month) for the first time this year. I failed, so I wasn't sure I was going to write for a bit. However, I love to write anyway, so I'll continue! It actually helped me learn to write a bit more.

3: List

Matoi cleared off her plain desk to make room for her laptop and files. She didn't have much of a room that a girl her age would have. Clothes were in piles all around the room, but very orderly. There were no real trinkets or actual "belongings". She, however, did have a Feng Shui cat at the side of her desk. It was red and facing southwest, for that was supposedly supposed to bring on luck in love. She half-heartedly believed in those superstitions. She liked the sound of an artifact giving her more luck in something she wanted to obtain. Matoi had obtained it for her 11th birthday, a few months before the divorce between her parents. Oh, the irony of the timing, Matoi always thought. Still, she kept the cat.

Matoi opened up her laptop; it turned on with a soft hum. She opened up the vanilla-colored folder and observed its contents. The first information was simple: Black hair, green eyes, born on November 4th, and male. She already knew those things, but she wanted to check the relationship section. There were lists of students from past years, but she flipped to the most recent, to her year. The students from other years that posed a threat she had no time for, so she would have someone else assassinate them instead.

Matoi ran her finger down the familiar names of her fellow students. She was well aware that most, if not all the female students were also in love with Nozomu. On the other hand, she realized that many of the students might need "extra care" if she wanted to get closer to him. Then, she saw the name in front of her: Kiri Komori. She had seen her around the school without uniform, and she heard she skips class but lives in the school. Matoi sat back for a moment. She knew that was the easiest target, and the easiest to hide or make disappear. She just needed more information.

And she was going to get it.