Six years have passed since my father went missing. Even though it's still my goal to find him, I've settled down into a normal life with my adopted family. Four years ago, they were living next door to me and my father, and when he didn't come back, they took me in. They also decided that it would be a good idea for us to move to Virginia after that. They still don't believe me about the numbers I see over people's heads, but they just ignore that quirk. Their nice people, really. My name is Rain. Well, at least, that's what I call myself now. I discarded my real name the day my father left. I've traveled to Japan with my adopted parents for a wedding. It's my uncle's wedding.
"Mom, can I go to the store next door? Where in Japan, and since I can't usually get any poky at home, I want to get some since I know the store next door has some."
"Ok, just be back before dinner." she replied. I walked over to the store and grabbed some poky that was right next to the magazine rack. I scanned the store and read the numbers over the heads of everyone in it. Reading the numbers became a habit after I saw a kid fall into the lion exhibit at the zoo when I was three years old. Needless to say, the kid's numbers went to zero quickly. The clerk was a cheerful woman with bleached blond hair. She had a reasonably long life span. There was also an old man with predictably low numbers, a child with high numbers, his mother with reasonable numbers, and a brunette teen that-wait! He didn't have any numbers at all! Why didn't he have any numbers? The only things that I've seen without numbers where dead people and this boy was clearly alive. Then a scene outside to store drew my attention away from the numberless boy. A bunch of guys on motorcycles seemed to be harassing a girl. The guy that looked like their leader seemed to be hitting on her and she didn't look interested. Then he tried to pull of her clothing. She tried to run away from their leader, but he went after her on his motorcycle. I turned my attention back to the numberless boy. I didn't want to watch her get raped. I saw the boy pick up a porn magazine. What the hell? Who reads porn in public? Then I saw him write something in the magazine. This boy was obviously some weirdo if he wrote in porn magazines in public convenience stores. Then I heard a scream from outside the store. The guy who tried to rape the girl got hit by a random truck. I laughed a little at this. It always amuses me when I see someone who deserves it get pwned. But, I realized that my mom would be worried if I didn't come home in time, so I grabbed some pocky and orange soda and left.