A young man was waiting in the Tokyo train station, waiting to get home after a tiring day of work. The train to his home was crowded as usual and decided to wait for the next. He looked at his watch and began to walk.
As the man began to walk, he noticed a man hidden under the shadow off the stairs. He must have been homeless because he had a cup out and was begging for money and muttering. The strange thing was that he wasn't Japanese either. He had a long ponytail and a wore a red wooden, beaded bracelet that must have been Chinese.
As the young man drew closer, he started to hear the old man's murmuring. As a rather chubby man wearing a thick jacket and a pink scarf walked by, he mumbled, "Pig."
The young man didn't get it. Why would you insult someone if you were begging for money?
"Human." A blond man with bushy eyebrows with a black suit (he must have been a foreign businessman) walked by in a hurry, looking at others. Well, of course he was human. He certainly wasn't a caterpillar, but his eyebrows might have been. The young man chuckled to himself.
The speakers went off, saying another train was about to arrive and the young man left.
The next morning, the young man arrived a bit too early for work (since the train was near to empty, it took nearly half the time to get to work) and decided to see if the old Chinese man was still hidden under the stairs. He was.
Bored again, the man stood near him just enough so he could hear what he was saying.
A tall American business man that was loudly chatting up a female co-worker walked past. "Cow."
Cow? The young man was confused. He didn't look like a cow at all. He wasn't really fat or had a horse face. He was tall, handsome and proud. He was more of a peacock or an eagle, the man thought.
Soon, a woman passed. She was beautiful and kind looking. She stopped in front of the old homeless man and exchanged a few words in Mandarin. She dropped her spare change into his cup. "Leek."
When the man went to work, he couldn't stop thinking about the homeless man. It was unusual enough seeing someone who was homeless anyways in something so central like a train station (most homeless people lived in a dreadful place called 'Box City'). He couldn't have been calling them names, because why would he call the woman a leek? He tried to think of some sort of pattern or logic. He soon came to a conclusion that it was a sort of psychic power.
In Japan, the young man knew that many believed in reincarnation. Perhaps the man knew what one was in their past life.
Once again, the young man arrived early for work again. The man walked right up to the homeless man and gave him a generous amount of change he found in his pocket.
"Rice." He asked the man if he had some sort of psychic ability. The old Chinese man smiled.
"Why yes, I do in fact. But it's not what you think. I can't read minds, or move objects with my own tell the future or read palms. I learnt this ability many years ago in fact."
"What is it then?" The young man was eager.
"My ability is to know what you ate last."
The young man laughed, because he was right. This morning he was in a rush, but was able to make himself some steamy rice. What a useless power! The young man thanked him, and made his way to work.
A/N: So here is a creepy little oneshot. So if you don't get why it's creepy, read it over. If you get it, leave a review! I got this idea from tumblr and I want to know what people think!