Dotchi: Another Chapter to The Tailor at Konoha!

The Kimono is done! Now to the Sash!


Hinata woke that morning just like she did every day since she moved into the tailor shop, alone. Everything was so empty without the presence of the one she loved so dearly.

She got up and washed her face, brushing her hair a hundred strokes each side before she went and made breakfast of eggs and some leftover fish from dinner the other night.

She ate calmly, thinking of the navy blue Kimono tailored for her, closing her eyes before she went and washed her dish in the tub of water she had, placing the plate away before stepping into her shop, unlocking it as she walked out, dressed in a yellow Kimono that day as she carried her scissors, going to buy more fabrics from a merchant, her coin purse in hand as she noticed that the neighborhood was uneasy that day, hearing whispers of some sort of crime happening to a girl, but Hinata ignored it, sure it didn't concern her and would merely hinder her work if she went with gossip.

She bought many fine fabrics from one of the best merchants, taking the fabrics back to the Tailor shop and laying them out for women to look over as she locked the door to her home inside the tailors shop as she set up a sign that she would be back.

She perused through the street which was already alive with people that morning, especially with such gossip going around saying about some girl named Sakura.

Hinata ignored it and looked for Naruto.

She found him outside of Konoha, at the river beside it on the bridge. He was staring to the water with his beautiful blue eyes as she swore she could see his shoulders shake.

She was about to call her love's name to gain his attention, wanting to speak to him, however another voice called to him and they both looked to see another woman going to his side.

Her hair was a beautiful bright sunshine blond, lighter than Naruto's gold locks as he looked to her straight in her pretty blue jewel eyes, Hinata noticing her figure was a little closer to her own, which brought her some comfort that Naruto wasn't just into one type of girl, which could have potentially ripped her love away forever.

She didn't want her future husband to leave her, despite his nature with the other girls.

The woman rubbed Naruto's back and comforted him as Hinata gripped her scissors, feeling sadness well up inside her as she saw Naruto visibly feel better by the other woman's words. How dare this woman comfort him. Hinata should be the one to do that. It was like this woman was mocking her being so close to the one Hinata was being courted by. She also noticed the woman was wearing an onyx black sash that while was a stark contrast to her bright features, looked good on her.

She then turned and marched her way to her shop as tears dripped to the ground.

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Later that night she focused on making an onyx sash to wrap nicely and tie up even better as she thought to the words her mother told her once while she made a little Kimono for her sister Hanabi with the very scissors Hinata had in her hand.

Scissors are made from two blades. They carry out their tasks by being close and scrape against one another. Just like a married couple whom get along well.

Ever since she heard that from her mother Hinata had never been afraid of handling blades, especially scissors. Scissors gave her a wholeness inside her. She felt that she herself was a blade. But still, she needed the one she loved close to make herself feel like she was a pair of scissors with him. She wanted to be that married couple with Naruto. To do this, Hinata rationalized that she must become the girl he likes to draw him close.

And she would do her very best to keep him there as she watched with her red swollen eyes as she wrapped the onyx black sash around the navy blue Kimono.

Both colors fit the other very well and Hinata was very satisfied with the result as she stepped back and looked over it, wiping away the feelings of dry tears on her eyelashes, blinking them before she turned from it, making sure the front of the store was locked before she extinguished all light except for one big candle, making her way to the home part of the shop, making sure everything was in order and everything was cleaned of any mess that had happened.

Satisfied, she went to her room and blew out the candle to sleep.