6. Tailor of Enbizaka
There once was a tailor, of ponytailed-orange hair. She was very successful, the best tailor of the little village of Enbizaka. She had it all; the talent, the looks (some people did admit she was quite pretty), and the wealth that came with her success.
She had it all...except for the man she loved.
One day, she saw him in the city square, chatting happily with a girl of short, blonde hair. She wore a pretty red kimono, the tailor noted, and thought to herself,
So this is the type of woman you like?
Ah...the tailor had work to do, she remembered. She held the scissors tightly in her hand, the scissors passed down through the previous generations of her family. If you sharpened them well enough, you could cut anything.
She began to resew the kimono together.
It turns out, the next day, a woman, naked and streaked with red, has been found on the street. No signs of sexual assault, the police say. Stabbed by unknown weapon, they say.
Some of the neighbours offered to stand guard for the tailor, but she politely turned them down, thanking them for offering such help, but she was sure she would be fine.
Huh. Her scissors seemed a bit duller than usual today, so she sharpened them so she could work more properly.
She saw her loved one at the bridge, weeping as a girl with light brown hair stood by his side, trying to comfort him. The tailor took note of the light green obi that the girl wore.
I guess that's the type of girl that meets your taste...
Ah, the tailor had work to do, she remembered. Right. Time to get to work.
Her eyes were red and swelling as she repaired the obi.
The next day, another crime has been found. A girl was murdered. Again.
The tailor noticed that her scissors were even duller than the day before. She simply sharpened them again, so she could work more properly.
She saw her loved one in the market, buying a yellow hairpin for a girl...who was probably at least half his age or younger! Such an ornate hairpin it was, but for a child?
Has he no shame?
Ah well, the tailor had work to do. She wondered why her scissors were getting more of a rusty colour lately...it was quite odd for her, indeed.
She finally did it.
She had finished her masterpiece.
Carefully, she put on the red kimono, the light green obi, the yellow hairpin she uses to put her orange hair in a bun...
Isn't she pretty now?
A man has been killed, completing a deceased family of four.
No one wants to go outside their houses anymore. They've barred the windows and locked the doors.
The tailor doesn't mind. Her lovely one was finally with her.
He had been a bit rude. Come on, "Hello, nice to meet you" was not something you spoke to the person you loved! That greeting was meant only for strangers.
Ah well. Doesn't matter now. She finally has her lovely one with him...finally...
As long as he was with her, now, she didn't care about what happened next.