Tailor Shop :NaruSasu:

The Tailor Shop At Enbizaka
Based on the song by Megurine Luka

The sun was high in the sky as I watched the towns people meddle and walk about around, in-front of, and inside my tailor shop from the broad window that displayed the kimonos I was setting up. One with beautiful floral patterns, blue and purple in colour for a man, and the other for a woman, a beautiful red kimono, nice and plain, yet held a dominating feel to it.
They were my latest designs, and I felt proud of them as I watched a young pink-haired woman walk into my shop, wearing a beautiful honey kimono with a dragon pattern donning it nicely, the sleeves dangling at just the right length. My inner tailor felt awed by the flawless designs of the kimono that were near at par with my own designs, all original.
I kept a blank expression as I finished dressing the female wooden mannequin my artisan friend carved for me, the beautiful red kimono standing out beautifully with it's pink obi and lining giving it a feminine finish, made with the fabric woven by my mother's own very hands.
Calm, I left the display window and closed the silk curtains in order to stop customers from disturbing the displayed apparel, before I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned in order to see the pink-haired girl with the honey kimono look curious, and, obviously, I knew she wanted the red kimono. My designs were always first to go.
"Yes?" I asked in a deep voice as she blushed and smiled, before bowing respectfully, which I did briefly in return, before she spoke. "The red kimono is beautiful, flawlessly designed and just... beautiful! I wish to purchase it, how much is it, Uchiha-san?" Her cherry voice enquired as I nodded and re-opened the curtain, compared the red kimono to the girl, believing it would suit her very well.
"It is 6 million yen, Sakura. What is the occasion?" I enquired out of respect as she replied that she would buy the kimono, and she was meeting a man in the markets tomorrow. Agreeing that this would suit such an occasion, I let her purchase the kimono, undressed the doll and handed it to her, folded nicely with a calm look on my face.
I thanked her for purchasing the kimono, before I put away the money and sighed, wondering who she was meeting. I wished my man would come home, he is never home when I am awake or there, and it upsets me that he ignores me.
Releasing a sigh, I pushed some of my onyx hair behind my ear and kept my blank expression on as I retrieved another kimono from the shelves and moved to begin dressing the bare female doll in an orange kimono, covered in beautiful flower patterns, once again with silk hand-crafted by my mother. My older brother stitched up this kimono, it is a fine work.
Looking slightly depressed, I looked out the window of my shop and watched the people walk to and from the market place, in and around my shop and I wished for my man to come home. Why must he always be away when he has someone like me? I'm popular and handsome, respected and wealthy. However, he always chooses to never come home, it is depressing.
Shaking away my depressed thoughts, I returned to dressing the orange female kimono on the wooden doll; I had a job to do.
I concentrate on my work, nothing else, and these sad thoughts won't plague me. I must use the scissors gifted to me by my mother to create my kimonos for men and women, and I must sharpen them always.
The more you sharpen them, the better they cut.

~!!~

Today I am in the town getting threads and supplies for my tailor shop, I need items to stitch together my kimonos made with my mother's fabulous silk, so I must replace my needles frequently in the markets.
My brother is minding the shop, dressing my artisan friend's handmade dolls with beautiful works I crafted and selling our kimonos to the community of Enbizaka. It is a calm and peaceful day in the markets, nothing out of place.
Suddenly a messy mop of blonde hair catches my onyx eyes as they flick over to the man I love who never comes home. Tall, oddly blonde and tan, wearing a fine orange kimono which did not come from my shop, with a young woman – a pink-haired woman wearing a beautiful red kimono, fashioned with my mother's silk.
Sakura.
I couldn't help but notice the kimono looks wonderful on her, as I had expected, and the orange pin in her hair complimented the outfit well, though I couldn't help but feel angered as he pushed some of her hair behind her ear, smiled and laughed with her, making my chest hurt at the betrayal of my man being happy with another woman.
Sickened by the sight, I purchased my threads and ran away, back towards my tailor shop and into the back room where my sewing supplies were, relieved to finally see my sanctuary as it is and was – perfectly orderly, yet still convenient.
Gritting my teeth and screwing up my face to try and prevent any inner emotions from leaking through my stoic exterior, I sat down on the bamboo mat fashioned by my artisan friend and picked out some of my mother's red silk, smoothing out the plain fabric as I began to use my ink to draw the lines to cut on it, tears streaming down my face.
However I must continue with my work, and not focus on anything else, because even though my man is unfaithful, I will continue to hope he will come home to me one day, no matter what.
I'm pretty sure that that night, my brother hear my distraught sobs as I worked at sewing the kimono – I must keep working, no matter what.

~!!~

That morning I awaken calm as I left the room and entered my tailor shop, opening the store with a flip of the sign and the opening of doors, I noticed an uneasy atmosphere filling the marketplace where my tailor shop was located, in Enbizaka.
People were mingling about in small groups and seemed cautious as I gathered a beautiful blue kimono with a green obi and a wondrous red male kimono with an orange obi, hoping the bright colours would attract my man to my store so I could see him. He never comes to my store, he never comes by unless I'm not there.
I heard a group of girls chattering to each other as the entered my shop, talking about some kind of crime that happened in the area. Apparently someone was murdered.
Shrugging, I continued to dress the dolls in the window, not caring for the dead woman as I dressed the female mannequin skilfully, as expected of an Uchiha-born son, before I left the window and closed the curtains swiftly.
The day came and went as per normal, however I found I needed to retrieve a flower from the park nearby for my mother, as she wanted to base her next design on the wild lotus. I asked her why se didn't use her own, but apparently a wild one is what she wanted, so I left the shop in my brother's care, and went towards the park with a basket in hand to collect the lotus flower.
The walk was shorter than expected, I thought as he onyx hair flew around a bit as it stayed held by the cyan hairpin I fashioned myself, my female's navy kimono blowing slightly. I preferred the clothes of a female to a male, I thought these would attract my man home. I haven't seen him yet...
As my mind focused on the man, I noticed a blonde messy head and I looked up, surprised to see my man standing on a bridge in the arms of some woman with long raven hair like my own, wearing a navy blue kimono with a green sash similar to the kimono in my shop window this morning. I wasn't surprised to see the kimono suited her well, and the cyan pin in her hair, fashioned like my own, suited her well, but my admiration-filled thoughts burned with hatred for the woman as he she held my man sobbing against her chest, his red kimono with an orange sash standing out as I turned and left with the lotus in my basket.
I didn't know that was the kind of girl you liked, but now I know.
That night I sat in my room with my mother's silk, green with lotus flowers fashioned form it, as she has created this small amount for me this morning. My eyes were swollen red as I cut the fabric and began to sew it skilfully, into a beautiful green obi for my shop.

~!!~

The next day, chaos was erupting in my town of Enbizaka as I dressed my female mannequin in a honey kimono, bored by the scared people as I let the pink lining sit in place properly, the pink obi suiting the honey kimono well as it's flower patterns stood out. I dressed the male doll crafted by my artisan friend in a green kimono with a navy sash, before leaving the window and closing the curtain, unsurprised as a young blonde came into the shop.
Excited, unlike those in the town, she bought the honey kimono crafted from my mother's silk for 5 million yen, and I bid her a good day out of respect as I went into my back room in order to continue creating the wonders of my kimonos, only to find I was lacking thread again. This time I lacked thread of a honey colour, and thread of green and red. Sighing, I adjusted my cyan hairpin and left the shop in the hands of my brother – I needed to get these supplies for my workshop.
Today I was in a hairpin shop, looking for honey thread as I noticed my man there once again with another woman, making my inner self burn with fury.
This time it was a young woman, wearing the 5 million yen kimono I sold to her this morning, looking well and happy despite the conditions of the town, as he bought her a honey hairpin, making me fume internally as I gathered my threads and waited in line in order to purchase them.
She looked around the age of fifteen, I noted as she giggled while he put a hairpin in her hair. He was at least twenty five, it was disgusting – this man truly had no boundaries.
Angered as my blonde continued to flirt and be kind to the girl as they left the shop, I purchased my threads and ran out. I was hurt, once again, by the man I love, as he tried something so disgusting, to flirt with a girl near half his age.
That night I sat in my room captured by anger as I persevered with my work on the red kimono and the green obi, with the scissors that once belonged to my mother. I noticed an odd stain on them as I took them away from the green obi, wondering if they were always like this.
Ignoring the stain, I got back to work, it didn't matter, I had a job to finish.

~!!~

At the strike of midnight, I strung the last honey bead to my thread and tied it off, smirking to myself as I began to slip on the clothing for myself. I was angered by the fact he would never see me, he has never come to see me.
Feeling empowered by the thought, I put up my onyx hair and picked up the scissors that once belonged to my mother, before I left the closed shop.
"If you will not come to see me, I will come to see you..." I said to myself as I began to walk through the empty marketplace towards where he lived as my red silk kimono, plain and made with my mother's fabric stood out in the moonlight. The beautiful green obi I crafted tied around my masculine waist and then hand-crafted yellow hairpin in my hair stood out as I smiled for the first time ages.
I am now the kind of person you like, am I beautiful now?

~!!~

As I woke up the next morning, I went and opened my shop, wearing the beautiful red kimono, green obi and yellow hairpin while I dressed my female doll in a honey kimono with the pink lining, similar to the one I sold yesterday while I dressed my other doll crafted by my artisan friend in an orange kimono with blue lining and a red obi, where it looked thoroughly washed and repaired. I would sell them both for five thousand yen each, I did not want them.
As I noticed no one enter my store, I left it in the hands of my brother as I left and asked about the commotion outside. Apparently this time a man with golden hair had been murdered. It seemed this entire family of four had been murdered by someone.
Looking on with a smile, I offered my condolences as I walked into my tailor shop and closed it for the day, my brother taking off for some odd reason as I shut off all the candles and walked into my room, a smile on my face as I sat down and picked up my work.
He was being so cruel to me when I met him last night, you know? He treated me like hen ever knew me, 'Nice to meet you' he said, like he had never seen me before.
Smiling peacefully as I persevered at my work in the dimly lit room, cutting the Sakura fabric to the size of an ordinary woman, I hummed as I held my mother's scissors very hard in my right hand, cutting with precision as I noticed the once-black sewing scissors were now stained red. I didn't mind.
After all, the more you sharpen them - the better they cut, is what my mother told me.