<strong>6:30 AM Kaiyo's Room</strong><br/><br/>The only difference between Kaiyo's previously sleeping form and her waking one, was a barely perceptible difference in the rhythm of her breathing. As per usual, she allowed herself fifteen minutes every morning (usually early) and just thought, usually lingering on things such as,<em>I wonder why I was so fortunate... Why am I always so confused and disoriented when I wake up?</em>, and before she knew it, her fifteen minutes were up. Unlike most her age, Kaiyo was completely at ease when waking up early, as she was the model daughter when it came to her studies and her rigorous attention to sleep cycles. She swung her feet over the side of her bed and let her bare feet hit the ground with a gentle 'thud', thinking to herself<em>The jet lag will be a nightmare...</em><br/><br/>Kaiyo was ready to burst, even as she set about doing her daily rituals, the idea of a grand social event made her nervous, not aided by the idea that she was about to partake in a long flight into a different time zone. The plan was, as her father described it, to "Fly down and book into the hotel a few hours early, leaving you a few hours to make yourself look like a proper lady!" She let out an inner sigh, her father always did take a certain liking to teasing his adopted daughter about her more western tastes. He did always find it so strange that his daughter, adopted or no, wouldn't conform to japanese tradition, fashion, foods or music. Though to his credit, Kaiyo's father was a kind and tolerant man, accepting of any and all cultures, especially the more westerly of them.<br/><br/>The brush went down, lifted, brushed down. Kaiyo was mechanical and efficient in her brushing, knowing that in the next hour and a half, she and her parents were to board the jet and fly down to America. Ordinarily, Kaiyo might have complained to her father incessantly, playing the innocent and nice girl card to the best of her abilities, protesting the social gatherings on account of them being quite a bore. America was different, it took a little less than twenty words to convince her this time, the opening sentence involving "America", "going to" and the second involving "people your age". Though it was to be expected, her father knew how much she loved the western world, even if it meant a stuffy social gathering between the rich and prominent.<br/><br/><strong> 7:30 AM Jet, Kyoto Airport</strong><br/><br/>Kaiyo was practically oozing excitement and anticipation, in one of her rarer moments of transparency. She was wearing completely American clothing, a pair of designer jeans, a designer shirt and a LV bag, complete with a rather lavish, dark brown jacket. She was rapping her fingers on the privatized jet chair arm, her chin resting on her right hand as she stared out of the window and chewed on a piece of gum, spearmint flavoured. The ground seemed to melt away beneath her as the jet's speed picked up, and slowly brought Kaiyo and her family into the air, accelerating, the speed incredible. It was a much thought on subject for Kaiyo, the idea that humanity had obtained flight, something that people a couple centuries ago might never have even dreamed possible, humanity, soaring above the clouds..... had become nothing but a triviality, a means to an end.<br/><br/><strong>6:55 PM The Gala</strong><br/><br/>Kaiyo's heart was racing, a tight ball of excitement and exhilaration forming, making every breath and though feel excruciatingly slow as the car pulled up. The door opened, and her father stepped out first, extending his hand to help his wife and daughter out, a formality if anything. Kaiyo's mother was stunning, only in her later mid-thirties, she was resplendent in a dark maroon dress tailored to her shape, one that had become slightly softer over the years, but in a way that made her look more like she was a real mother. Her face wore precious little makeup, she wore her few wrinkles with pride, but rather than detract from her features, they framed her dark eyes in a more mature, wizened look. Kaiyo wore a broad smile as she stepped out, hand clasped gently in her father's as he helped her to rise. Kaiyo was wearing a deep, striking blue dress, simple in it's design, but tougher in execution, relying on a smaller form, with gentler curves. It was sleeveless, letting her small, but full arms out, a split in the dress leading up to her calves. The luxurious dress moved with her, as she and her two adoptive parents strode town the path, entering the hall. Her father shot her a knowing glance, urging her to do as he knew she wanted to, before going off with her mother. Kaiyo started to move, looking about for people her own age and hopefully avoiding some of her father's acquaintances that would recognize her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>