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Ignorance is Bliss

Chapter 3 Disillusionment broken in Time

I'm tired, hungry, my head hurts and my crotch is fucking throbbing in pain.

I glared down at the Old Man that was hemming my pants. He was ancient, his eyes weren't so good and his hand shook every time he picked up a straight pin.

This was my final fitting before the wedding and I just wanted to defenestrate my ass. The wedding was in one week. Seven days. So this being my last fitting was a good and bad thing. Good because it meant one thing less to worry about. Bad because the Old Man kept sticking the pins into my legs instead of the pants.

It was murder on my dick.

Don't get me wrong, I like the guy just fine.

I just hate the fact that he can't pin the fabric without taking a little piece of me with it.

I sighed and relaxed my back so he can make sure the waste fit the way it should.

I've known the old guy for years; ever since I was a little kid he'd been hemming and sewing my clothes for all occasions.

And every time I go though the same thing.

When I leave his little old shop I look like Swiss cheese.

"Okay Kouga, everything seems to be good." His voice was breathy as he walked in front of me, teetering a little as he looped the fabric measuring tape around his shoulders.

"You okay Ojii-San?" I grabbed his shoulder to help steady him.

He chuckled and waved me off, standing in front of me and folding his arms behind his back. His eyes were closed in a squint as he smiled. You know the way old people do, they smile with their eyes closed, and their skin wrinkly but it gives them a certain air about them.

"My my…" He mussed quietly. "You sure are growing up aren't you?"

I nodded, looking in the full length mirror and grinning.

It was worth it, all the pain.

The Old Man knew what he was doing. His eyesight just sucked.

"Getting married…so young. Why your only 16 aren't you son?" And his memory was going as well.

"I'm 20 now Ojii-San." I slipped my arms into the dress jacket he held out for me.

"Really? Now when did this happen?" He sighed a tired sigh and slowly walked to a couch he had in the middle of the tiny little shop.

"I don't know." I smiled a lazy smile. "Life just…flew by you know." I fixed the cuffs of my dress shirt and adjusted the silk red tie.

"Yes …yes…" He nodded slowly. He had that way about him, an old wise man. "So Kagome and you are getting married…in 7 months you say?"

My body stiffened.

"Uh…no." I glanced at him though the mirror.

"No?"

He even had the date wrong.

"I'm not marrying Kagome." I stated slowly, deliberately.

He had like Kagome. A lot.

"You're not?" Boy was he confused.

"No…and the wedding is in a week Ojii-San."

"Oh…? Why didn't anyone tell me?" He frowned as he slowly placed his weight on an old bamboo cane; leaning forward.

"I did…I even gave you the invitation with all the information on it." I turned to face him fully.

"Oh…oh yes yes…" He nodded, closing his wrinkly eyes. "So what kind of wedding do you and Kagome have planned?"

Ojii-San, is this your form of torture? Are you doing this on purpose?

I heaved a heavy sigh and closed my eyes. I didn't want to upset him. He was Ojii-San.

"It looks good on you Kouga." He mumbled.

"Thanks." I mumbled back.

A comfortable sort of silence settled around us. Me modeling and admiring his handiwork and him sitting there on his old couch watching me with a simple smile.

"Take it off so I can do the final adjustments." He spoke quietly.

I nodded and began peeling off the suite, trying to avoid getting stuck with the straight pins. Again.

"Ojii-San; you're coming to the wedding right? I mean I know you don't…like Ayame…" My voice trailed off. I respected this man a lot; like he was my dad, or rather grandfather.

He heaved a deep breath and slowly adjusted his frail body, his bones cracking in the process. "Kouga…" He began, rasping. "You really aren't marrying Kagome?"

I hated to tell him.

I really did.

He viewed Kagome like a daughter; treating her special, having her over for tea and telling her old tales of years gone by and stuff. I missed those times. When I would bring her over here and we'd all go onto the back patio and sit on the old, worn chairs and talk. It was something I never could do with Ayame.

"No Ojii-San…I'm not." I felt kind of bad saying that; like I disappointed him, failed him somehow.

"I see…Ayame…she's the young girl with the brown hair right?" He looked at me expectantly.

I nodded then turned to the side mirror.

"Ahhhh…I see I see…"

Awkward silence.

"Kouga? Is that you?" A familiar woman's voice reached my ears.

Though I couldn't believe who I thought it was.

"Ojii-San you haven't changed a bit have you?" I turned to see Kagome standing behind Ojii-San smiling; she was wearing a beautiful green sundress that fell before her knees and simple, light green summer heels and a pale sun hat with a light green bow on the side.

"Kagome?"

"Ahhh Kagome…give an old man a hug wont you?" Ojii-San grinned at her.

"Nice to see you too Ojii-San." She smiled and gently hugged him.

"It's been too long." He patted her shoulder. "You hear Kouga my boy here is getting married?" He chuckled. "I thought it was to you my dear."

I read between the lines. And so did she.

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