It wasn't that Akemi did not need sleep. Demons, as she could attest to, needed their fair share of beauty rest—why else would they build up elegant and luxuriant beds within their fortresses? She was simply very good at taking it at the right times, ensuring that she was always up and ready at a moment's notice whenever anything important happened.<br/><br/>Take today. She had woken up two hours before, giving herself a downright sinfully decadent thirty minutes to prepare before she finally put on her uniform and set herself against the day. It was important to get an early start she had learned in the time she had spent in her new home. The dungeon was larger than any building she could ever remember being in, and most of the staff were... not so vigourous as she was about keeping the place running smoothly. Although she supposed she couldn't blame most of them for that. They were for the most part a legion of the damned, not a cleaning staff.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, it meant all the more work fell upon her. And what with much of the day filled with... non-cleaning activities, she needed—<br/><br/>Akemi jerked up from where she had been leaning, her tail standing on end and flipping up her skirt as she heard the Mistress' voice resounding rather powerfully throughout the dungeon, nearly drowning out the bell itself. It was— what time was it? She looked about frantically for the clock she had just given a once over while absently correcting her skirt. It had to be at least another half hour until...<br/><br/>She tapped the side of the clock, and her stomach sank as she heard a rather pathetic sproing in response. Taking in a deep breath, she glared at the clock, her hands going through acrobatics in the air in front of her before she just threw them up over her eyes and groaned. She had<em>just fixed it</em>. And now—<br/><br/>Not bothering to complete the thought, Akemi took off down the corridors, her wings flapping behind her in an entirely pointless effort to increase her speed. She wasn't even on the right level! The day had started off so promisingly too, and now she was probably going to end up blinking back tears before it was through. She could feel it in her tail.<br/><br/>Crossing the secondary dining hall set aside for the minions—what did they eat anyhow? She really didn't want to know—Akemi lept up onto the tables, ignoring the shouts of protest as she left carnage in her wake, but avoiding the crowds milling about.<br/><br/>She swung about, using the banister in the great hall to leverage herself over the railing, sending herself into freefall as she careened downwards, her arms and wings stabilising her as she fell, her skirt again pointedly ignoring every lecture she had ever given it about proper behaviour for a young lady's clothing.<br/><br/>Gasping for breath as she jogged down the last flight of stairs, she sagged against the wall outside the Mistress' room. Fifteen seconds to catch her breath and straighten her hair and uniform, then schooling her expression she opened the door, slipping in with a dutiful propriety.<br/><br/>She was just curtsying when she realised she was the only one there. She pushed the thought away. "Good morning, Mistress."