The Tailor on Enbizaka

by MightnightMoon

Once there was a man and a wife living on Enbizaka street. They both owned a little Tailor shop that sold the finest dresses in their area. But there was always something a little odd. Why was the seamstress so quiet? Had she heard the rumors on the street about her husband? She seemed to unaffected by the publics eye, but, what was the really thinking...?

2. Chapter1

"Daddy! Mommy! Look what I made!" I said with a grin. I held up a brown sewn kimono for my little doll. But they didn't listen. They were too caught up in their argument to realize something amazing their daughter taught herself. But no matter, when I grew up, I wasn't going to be treated like dirt! I was going to grow up beautiful, friendly, kind. I would buy that little empty shop on Enbizaka where no one dared walked, for there was no residents. I would marry a handsome man, almost like a prince, or a samurai! We would I've together, in the back of the shop on the corner of Enbizaka. I would sell my clothes for a living, for they would be very modest, but popular fashions. I picked up my scissors that my mother gave to me, and stared at my reflection on the blade. I was going to be something everyone envied.