"Sir, what time is it?"
"It's about...agh...about twelve. At night. Or morning..." the man looked at the young girl,
whose eyes were gazing intently at the starry night above and the town ahead. "And, Raine, you
can stop calling me 'sir'. Just call me dad."
The girl glanced at him. "How do we know for sure we're related by blood?"
He didn't have an answer. He sighed, loudly, then ruffled Rain's golden-yellow hair. "Even if we
aren't, you can still call me dad. At least we know for sure we aren't."
Raine sighed heavily. 'If we aren't, then I'm alone.' She stared at her hand, which had a clean cut
running from below her pinky to her thumb. 'I'll be alone...again. Just like it started not a year
ago...'
The man stood up, groaning. He stretched and yawned, his black hair moving with his arms. He
looked at Raine. "Well, come on."
He walked ahead two feet, and noticed Raine wasn't following him. He looked back, and saw her
still sitting there. He shook his head and walked towards her. He knelt down in front of her, and
smiled kindly."Now what's wrong? Getting a bit nervous seeing your brother for the first time in
a long time?" He chuckled lightly.
Raine looked at him. "What if I'm not? I mean, what if he's not my brother? What if you weren't
my father?" Tears welled up in her eyes.
The man looked at her, affectionately, and Raine stopped crying. "Well, if you aren't my child,
I'd still take care of you. And so would Emiko." He stood up, and held out a hand. "Come on,
Daisuke's waiting. I think he'll be happy, seeing you."
Raine wiped her eyes, and took his hand. Silently, the two made their way through the night.