The Girl Connected to my “Red Thread of Fate” was my Natural Enemy - Chapter 0

TL: samheart564

ED: MPK, samheart564 (changed wording so I get ad money)

 

Prologue:

 

“Hey.”

 

“…… Geez.”

 

It’s that person again…

 

The last class of the day was over and I was getting ready to leave.

In front of me was a girl who raidated displeasure: she stood with crossed arms, blocking my path.

 

Her father was Japanese, her mother a foreigner, and she had un-Japanese-like medium-long blond hair. 

Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes almond-shaped.

Her scarlet eyes looked like a blaze.

Her “half” characteristics perfected her appearance. She oozed s*x appeal.

If you rated all the girls in the school based on appearance alone, she would easily take the top spot.

 

But…

 

“What do you mean ‘geez!’ So rude!”

“What would you think if I suddenly stood in front of you?”

“I’d hit you.”

“Quit it, you violent b**ch.”

 

I was so shocked by her violent comments.

She hates me too much.

…But I’m not one to talk. 

 

Her name is Riran Kuonji.

Since middle school, we have been (undesirably) inseparable. She flares up on me for anything; she is my natural enemy. 

 

———————-

“Sanada. You’re the only one who didn’t turn in your math notebook.”

“How do you know about that? Are you stalking me or something?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m collecting the notebooks because the teacher asked me to!”

I looked at the place Kuonji pointed to. There, a lot of the class’s notebooks were piled up.

 

“…Here.”

“Hmm.”

 

Satisfied, she took my notebook and tried to hold the pile of notebooks in her hands.

But…because of the weight distribution, the stack was unstable.

Well, it is 40 notebooks after all. It’ll happen I guess.

Rather, you can’t make a girl carry this much… 

 

“Oi, are you okay?”

“Fu, Fuu. I… can… deal… with… this… much…”

By her trembling hands and feet, I can clearly see that she is not alright.

…Haa, I can’t stand to look at it anymore.

 

I approached her and took most of the notebooks that were about to fall off. 

A puzzled Kuonji looked at me and the five or so notebooks left in her hands. 

Her face turned bright red and she became furious.

 

“H-Hey! I was the one asked to do this! Give them back, you idiot!”

“It would have taken you two hours to carry that.”

“It-it wouldn’t have taken that long…one and a half hours tops!”

“Just let me move them.”

“Fine!…Thanks.”

“…hmmm.”

 

She’s so sincere.

 

Well, even if it’s a natural enemy, pretending not to see would have hurt her conscience.

Besides, she’ll owe me. Yeah, just like I planned.

 

“Hmm? Are you guys doing a couple skit?”

““WE AREN’T A COUPLE!!!”” (both Kuonji and Sanada)

 

And that voice is… !

 

“Ryūgūin. I’ve been saying this for a while, stop teasing me like that.” (Sanada)

“Ye-Ye-Yeah! Who’s this person!” (TLN: Kuonji referring to Sanada)

“That’s my line!”

“What? What the f**k is wrong with you?” 

“I’m only dissatisfied.” 

“S-s-so shameless….!” 

 

Ryūgūin, who was happily watching our exchange, hugged Kuonji and patted her on the head.

“Sanada-kun, please forgive her. She’s not very straightforward.”

“H-Huh!? What are you talking about Rion! There’s no one as straightforward as me.”

“Yes, yes.”

 

It’s like the smile of the Virgin Mary. Really, Ryūgūin is so cute.

Long, straight, black hair with a fine texture.

Her eyes are as black as her hair, calm, and serene.

Her chest is modest, but she makes up for it with her long limbs and small face.

The “Yamato Nadeshiko” (TLN: women who displays the feminine virtues of old Japan)

That’s the phrase that fits her, Rion Ryūgūin. 

 

Really, I wanted Kuonji to follow in Ryūgūin’s footsteps. 

 

“Oh yeah, tomorrow is the day right? The 「Day of Destiny」” (Rion)

“Ahh, yeah.” (Sanada)

 

Ryūgūin’s words reminded me.

 

April 22nd, the 「Day of Destiny」

 

On that day, a red thread appears on the ring finger of the left hand of a boy and a girl who will turn 16 this year.

 

A strange disease: [Red Thread of Fate Syndrome].

 

It is said that if you are the same age, you will always be connected to someone in the world. That thread suddenly appears on the fateful day, April 22nd. 

 

You can’t cut or burn the thread, it was a rare disease with unknown origin. 

The world doesn’t consider it a disease, but a miracle given by God. 

 

The reason for this is that they say that good things always happen when two people connected by a red thread come together. 

 

Excellent compatibility. They give each other luck and support. 

 

That’s why the red thread that appears on the ring finger of the left hand is called the [Red Thread of Fate]

 

“I wonder what kind of person I’m connected with. I’m looking forward to it.” (Ryūgūin)

“Oh, really? Don’t you hate it when someone decides who you like regardless of your will?” (Kuonji)

“Riran-chan, even if you hate it, it is still your [Fated Person]” (Ryūgūin)

“Hmm…” (Kuonji)

 

It’s true…My parents also said that they fell in love with each other the first time they met.

 

The [Red Thread of Fate]…I wonder who I am connected to…

 

If possible, I’d prefer an “Onee-san” type. Someone with big boobs who can spoil me gently.

 

While I was thinking that in my mind (not a delusion!), I could see Kuonji glaring repeatedly at me out of the corner of my eye. 

 

“…”

“…What do you want Kuonji?”

“..Ehh? Wh-What?”

“You were looking at me. If you have a problem then I’m all ears.”

“No, I wasn’t. You’re too self-conscious.”

“You were watching me.”

“I wasn’t watching!”

 

She’s so stubborn, this girl. 

Well, I don’t care if she’s watching me or not. 

 

As we carried our notebooks to the staff room, the math teacher, Minowa-sensei, looked at us with a smiling expression.

She is an elderly teacher who is affectionately known as the school’s grandmother.  

She was smiling at us, as if she was watching over her first grandchild.

 

“As usual, Riran-san and Akito-kun are as close as ever, aren’t they?”

““We aren’t.”” (both Kuonji and Sanada) 

“See? You both are perfect together.”

““No we aren’t.”” (both in sync)

“I’ll be happy if both of you are fated together.”

““You won’t be happy…Hey don’t copy me!”” (both in sync)

 

God, she’s driving me crazy. 

It’s been that way since junior high school. She’s been poking fun at me all the time. 

I don’t know what the hell she’s trying to do.

 

When we left the staff room, Ryūgūin came running up and hugged Kuonji, as if she had been waiting outside.

 

“Welcome back~”

“Uggh. Rion, it hurts…!”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

 

Ryūgūin sticks out her tongue playfully. So cute!

 

“Ah-Ah-…I wish my fated person was Rion.”

“I wouldn’t mind it if it was you, Riran-chan.”

“Sorry, no can do.”

“So mean!”

 

What the h*ll is this yuri development?

…I’ve got nothing to do, so I’m heading home. 

 

“Ah! Sanada! You are on duty tomorrow! Don’t forget!

“Yes yes.”

 

Let’s go home and read the new light novels. 

 

————- 

 

I can’t concentrate at all.

 

The time is 23:50. (TLN: 11:50 PM)

In 10 minutes, it will be April 22nd. The 「Day of Destiny」

I’m not sure what to say, but I’m still curious about the person of my dreams.

It would be rare if I said this didn’t bother me.

 

I wonder what kind of person is my 「Fated Person」

 

According to my parents, when you see the red thread, the image of the person comes to your mind.  

You might not know the name of the person necessarily, but you can’t stop thinking about him/her. 

I don’t want to be greedy, but I’d prefer someone beautiful or pretty.

 

Despite her chest being on the smaller-side, I would be happy if Ryūgūin was the woman of my dreams…Well, that’s probably impossible. 

 

I looked at my watch. 

It was almost 5 minutes to go.

I’ve lived for 16 years but this is the longest 10 minutes of my life. 

 

I shivered even though I wasn’t cold, and my heart was beating fast. 

 

Four minutes left.

 

Three minutes.

 

Two minutes.

 

One minute.

 

Here we go. 

 

Come on.

 

5

 

4

 

3

 

2

 

1

 

“Akito Sanada, I love you.” 

 

…

 

…….hmm?

 

…………hmmm?

 

Medium length blond hair. 

Scarlet almond eyes.

Big boobs.

Her beauty, far from Japanese. She’s smiling gently at me.

 

My partner is…

 

“…Riran…Kuonji…?!”

 

*Riran*

 

“────────!!!!!”

 

“Eh………..such a…………you’re lying.”

 

No way no way no way no way no way!!

 

The time is, April 22nd, 00:01 (TLN: 12:01 AM)

 

On my left hand’s ring finger, I have a red thread of fate. 

 

And what comes to my mind is….

 

“Riran Kuonji, I love you.”

 

“~~~~~~~~~~gguh!!!!”

 

(TLN: From here to the end of chapter it is Riran’s POV)

 

Akito….Sanada….

 

Sleek black hair that is neither too long nor too short.

Long, slit-like eyes that at first glance look like they have no eyesight.

He looks like a kickboxer and has a toned body.

 

Sloppy.

Pain-in-the-a**.

Laid-back.

Pervert. Lewd. Enemy of Women.

 

──My… favorite person.

 

“Urgh~~~~~~~~!!!”

 

Ahh, what am I going to look like tomorrow!

 

“Sanada is an idiot…!”

 

 

 

*TLN: Thanks for reading the chapter!