A Bond of Love

“Aaaah~~~” Watanuki had completely lost it, gesticulating wildly and babbling incoherently. His wide sleeves flapped as his arms flew about, sending something flying, though it was too dark to make out what.

Doumeki pushed aside the bento box and bent down to look in the moonlight. It was only a length of soft cord, lying quietly among the freshly cut grass. Nothing special. He reached to pick it up, and his fingertips touched it. As if it recognized its owner, the cord wound around his wrist like a snake, coiling tightly around and around. He tried to pull it off, but it only tightened further.

Doumeki glanced at the person who had hurried away, then down at the red thread on his hand. Having grown up hearing about such things, he naturally knew that a red thread tied people together by fate...