Anju

What? Surely you are mistaken. I am not the innocent innkeeper known as Anju. Anju is gone for now; there is only Gogo. No, I did not kill her; she's just... gone. Don't ask me any more questions.


so yeah. I have condemned her to Outfit Hell until I can afford scatterscrolls. Please send scatterscrolls


In Enbizaka, one young woman runs a shop

Bearing a flair for tailoring rarely come across

Sharper than sharpened scissors, and seeming beyond the seams

She’s called the envy of all the community*

Surely she’d be perfect if not for her partner’s acts

That sole thing holding her back cheats behind her back

“Even with somebody like me fastened by an oath,

He’d rather lie with and lie that he’s coming home!”**



But as always, “Concentrate” I say and stay working

Scissors clutched tightly while I cut deep into the deed

Mother’s blades I’ve trained to raise as right as she raised me,

Sharpen them well and they’ll sweep cleaner to your needs



In Enbizaka, the hush has become routine

For spending yet another morning conformed in peace

Then I saw him on the street, gleaming with delight

Who might she be, the lady I see standing at your side?

Beautiful and prim with a crimson kimono on,

Like I’d expect, you’re friendly with everything you’d ever want

Viewing the two at ease left me desperate to get away

I hurried home, growing urge to forsake the trade



But as always, “Concentrate” I say and stay working

Scissors clutched tightly while I cut deep into the deed

Toiling on and spoiling not those sorry drops of sorrow,

I seat the kimono and sew freshly fixed clothes



Stuck with a budding rumor, the public’s all abuzz

Word is last night a crime occurred, wonder what it was?

Following him to the bridge offered me an awful sight

Who might she be, the lady I see standing at your side?

Strangely, today he frowned, but I doubt that he’ll drown in pain

Not with that pretty haired woman coming to his aid

Fine like the emerald obi tied tightly ‘round her waist,

Ah, she’s the dream of a girl suited to your taste



But as always, “Concentrate” I say and stay working

Scissors clutched tightly while I cut deep into the deed

Wiping at my reddened eyes, I’d benefit to quit that

Grabbing the obi, I refashion the sash



Seems like our little village is starting to come undone

Guess that there’s been a second crime, wonder where it was?

I saw him at the hairpin shop with the reason why

Who might she be, the lady I see standing at your side?

“Maybe it isn’t so”, I think, noting how young she is

Though, that golden hairpin he buys implies a gift

You’d prefer a girl like her, even at that age?

You’d sooner have her than your wife, have you any shame?



But as always, “Concentrate” I say and stay working

Scissors clutched tightly while I cut deep into the deed

How odd, were my scissors always covered in this color?

No concern, I must return to my hard work



Once a draft and at last complete,

I’ve created a masterpiece

You won’t show, but I know you just need a bit of help

Please be patient as I leave to find you myself



(”Scissors, not scissor” my mother would say to me,

“Like a man and his wife, teamed for eternity”)***



The crimson kimono, and emerald obi,

Go perfect with this golden pin, I put each on and beam

Those presents present you with a woman unbeatable

Don’t you love it? Aren’t I beautiful?



…Sounds like our simple town was brought down to its knees

Somebody has killed a man, wonder what it means

Luckily, there’s no grief from his happy family

Tragically, each has died in the crime of the century

Yes, it’s a tad sad, but more so are the things he said

“Hello” and “I don’t think we’ve met”, just what went through his head

Treating me like somebody he had never seen,

Treating me like somebody he’d never seen?!



But as always, “Concentrate” I say and stay working

Scissors clutched tightly while I cut deep into the deed

Even if these scissors have a habit for bleeding,

Sharpen them well and they’ll sweep cleaner to your needs