Clothes of Invisibility

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"Where's Wally?"
A girl took this photo of the man (a total stranger) who was following her inside a convenience store 

(Translated and arranged by Saya)

I have a best friend called Masato (pseudonym) whom I have known since junior high school.

We both went to the same university, and got a job at the same company.

We even fell in love with the same girl.

Long story short, we decided that whoever got a better mark in our company's typing competition would confess his love to the girl.

The girl ended up being Masato's wife.

Her name is Kyoko (pseudonym).

One day when I went out for drinks with Masato, he told me about a particular urban legend.

It was called"Clothes of Invisibility" and seemed to be popular among younger people.

The story went that when you put on those items of clothing (they could be anything from a jacket or a hat to shoes or gloves) the entire existence of the person would disappear from the world.

So it was a bit different from the usual "cloak of invisibility" type of stories.

There wouldn't be any traces of the person's existence left, so no one would even know that anything unusual had happened.

Thus we passed the rest of our evening telling each other such silly urban legends. We were quite tipsy by the time we left the bar. 

It was while we were tottering down a dark street sparsely lit by streetlamps, that we found a glove lying in the middle of the street. 

The glove was for the left hand, and one of the finger parts was missing. 

Masato jokingly said, "maybe it comes with the content too (Note: there is a famous urban legend where someone picks up a glove lying on a road, and discovers that it has the content inside -- meaning, it has someone's hand inside it.)," and he picked up the glove, laughing.

He then looked inside it ----

---- but it was empty, as was expected.

It was just a normal glove. 

"Boring," Masato mumbled, and put the glove on his hand. 

"Hey, stop it. It might have dog's shit on it or something," I said, but he wouldn't listen.

"Oh, it fits me so well." 

He said gleefully, but I exclaimed when I saw his gloved hand.

"Wait, your finger!"

The ring finger of his left hand was not there. 

"What about it?" He asked me in return.

By this time, I had completely sobered up. I explained to him, falteringly, how his ring finger had disappeared.

"What are you talking about? My ring finger was never there in the first place," Masato maintained.

"But what happened to your wedding ring?" I asked him, but he said, "I am single."

I didn't understand how he could be so insensitive and joke about his marriage to Kyoko. It wasn't the least bit funny and I was annoyed with his behaviour.

But even more strangely, Masato's face, which was cheerful before, suddenly clouded over.

"You shouldn't talk about Kyoko chan in that way," I told him.

"Kyoko is your wife!" Masato yelled angrily and stormed off. 

I wondered if Masato had gone crazy as I walked back home. 

When I arrived home, Kyoko was waiting for me inside my house.

I wasn't surprised because all my close friends have spare keys to my house so they could get inside anytime they liked. 

But I was thinking about what had happened that night, and assumed she was there because of it. I mentally prepared myself for what she was about to tell me.

"Kyoko chan, I..." 

"Honey, your dinner is inside the fridge." 

"???"

Kyoko then turned to go to the bedroom.

I stopped her. 

"W..wait, wait a second. What do you think you are doing?"

"What?"

I told Kyoko, who was looking at me with a puzzled frown, about the strange behaviour of Masato.

"Haven't you come because of him?"

"Why should I care so much about Masato? I don't understand your question."

Kyoko gave me a concerned look.

She, at length, took out some photo albums and showed me pictures of us together, as if to prove to me that we were married. 

There were so many pictures in there, none of which was familiar to me.

Kyoko appeared confused and anxious, but I couldn't go to bed with my best friend's wife, and decided to sleep on a sofa.

When I woke up in the morning, Kyoko was gone. 

I wanted to think everything was a dream, but my room didn't look like it was a room lived by a single man, being filled with stuff that didn't belong to me.

As soon as I arrived at work, Masato came over to talk to me.

I was expecting him to say something along the lines of: "you've been pranked!" or " Kyoko and I had an argument last night, and staged a little act." But none of that was forthcoming.

"I spoke to Kyoko chan this morning about last night, but were you really serious?"

He asked me the question I myself wanted to ask him. 

 

His left hand still only had four fingers.

Masato advised me, in a roundabout way, to go see a psychiatrist or visit the psychosomatic department.

I said no. All my colleagues and old friends from school and university, agreed that Kyoko had always been married to me, not Masato.

Since I don't want to be locked up in a mental asylum, I pretend that I have remembered everything and continue to live with Kyoko even now.  

What should I do about this...