The trail of guests progressed inward, and flowed from the doors in every direction as women chatted, men boasted, and children behaved themselves... well most of the children anyway. One had taken his picture, and he absolutely detested being photographed in clothing like this. These clothes had no soul to them, there was no person within them it felt like he was more machine than man, a robot with the sole purpose of being presented as a scientific achievement.<em>Behold, the mechanical man. See him walk and talk, just like a real boy.</em>He pondered briefly drawing lines from the sides of his mouth down to his chin, as if he were a dummy set to life, or Pinocchio. That would break up the monotony, but it certainly wouldn't sit well with the charitable folk he was here to assist. His mother would probably unload a magazine of rubber bullets into him if he did something like that, she wasn't the sort to suffer such insults in silence. Jun chuckled, and started making a circle of the room.<br/><br/>The Yukikimori family arrived. Their daughter was a cute enough thing, but she was perhaps a bit too friendly with her parents. That seemed a genuine smile on her face as she entered, and he seemed to recall a very different story on the other young girl of his homeland. Where had she run off to? He was certain he'd see her again soon enough, that girl was trouble. From what he'd heard she had been kicked out of every school that would have her, and might even have killed someone. They'd met, and she didn't seem so bad on first impression, but those things are notorious for being deceiving.<em>He always seemed like such a quiet boy.</em>Jun chuckled again, continuing his walk.<em>Never hurt a fly, until he went and shot thirty of his fellow students.</em>That's what these<em>gaikokujin</em>are always having happen. School shootings go rampant, and in his homeland tragedies like the Fukushima Daiichi struck and brought back memories of times gone by in which another nuclear disaster was recalled. Jun was glad he spent his time largely in London and at conventions; outside of that Jack the Ripper unpleasantness, London-town was an uneventful enough locale.  The girls there also positively adored him, and some of the boys did as well which suited him just fine. He liked to make it a point to be caught emerging from a random hotel, row house, or dorm room at least every few weeks so as to continue the belief that he is a "playboy", whereas no such proof exists. So they have pictures of him leaving a building, they didn't have cameras in the room which saw him merely cuddling with a few half-naked co-eds; what they didn't know wouldn't hurt him though. They could make up all the stories they liked and be sued for libel. He fancied suing people for libel, and enjoyed the conjecture they drew which while not actual fact kept his shows packed with boys and girls hoping to find their pictures in the paper as the latest plaything of Jun Kawakita; especially those with daddy issues or a "rebellious streak". Such cliches had no place in his life, and they generally found that out when they called his "number" ( 0906 110 0596 for the curious).<br/><br/>Then something caught Jun's attention, or at least his hearing. He heard the first words only in passing interest, another family was arriving, but the third name was preceded by a rather interesting set of syllables.<em>Their girlfriend?</em>Jun asked himself.<em>You bring your wife and your girlfriend to a charity event?</em>He supposed that either said something about the man's power or the wife's self-esteem, either way he imagined a less than perfect family life. The son in the group certainly didn't seem to want anything to do with them. There was a man after his own heart, someone oppressed by the tendencies of his family.  The so-called girlfriend was pretty enough, he supposed, and idly wondered if it was only the father who shared her company, or whether the son also enjoyed the fruit of another tree.<br/><br/>Jun had made the rounds of the hall, or at least all he cared to, when he found someone hiding in a corner. He recognized her almost immediately, there were not as many girls in such makeup at the event as one might think. He tried to approach her from an oblique direction, seeing her with a glass of champagne he was well aware she should not have, and grinned as he almost made it to her without being noticed.<em><strong>&lt;&lt;Koto-chan, ikaga deshita ka?&gt;&gt;</strong></em>(Young Miss Koto, how have you been? )<strong>"I don't believe you are old enough to have that, you had best let me take it before someone sees you." </strong>Then, regardless of whether or not she voluntarily acquiesced, Jun would indeed relieve her of the champagne, even going to far as to empty the glass for her, into his own mouth.