"Sir? We are on final approach, you need to put your seat upright. Sir?" Jun blearily opened one eye to look up at the stewardess who had woken him and mumbled out, "Jinsoku da na..." The young blonde carefully did not frown, instead she wracked her brain for a moment for the proper words, "Ano, sugi tsuku shimasu. Isu ga ageru o-negai shimasu...?"<br/><br/>Jun shook the cobwebs out of his head and smiled warmly. "I understand. Sorry, i just have trouble waking up after a flight. Your pronunciation is quite good, you know, thank you for the thought." He stretched his shoulder as he sat up and allowed the seat to move back into place. For a moment the stewardess was taken aback by his fluent English, but his easy smile and compliment earned a small laugh as she continued down the aisle.<br/><br/>Sitting in one place for long periods of time was nothing new to Jun, but an eighteen hour flight plus a ninety minute layover had bee more than enough to knock him out. At least the jetlag would be lighter than expected. He rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes and decided to have another look at the small file he had gotten in the mail a week earlier. Only two things were made clear in the file or letter which accompanied it. First, he was being "hired" by a rather wealthy man who had little hesitation over spending money when he felt it nesecary. Second, the man had no idea just what he had gotten himself into.<br/><br/>Well, American businessmen were notoriously disdainful of "superstition," even compared to Japan's, after all. He would be calling for a ride to the location within the hour, assuming customs didn't hassle him too much, and he couldn't wait to get down to helping with these spirits. That was exactly why Jun had accepted the invitation, it was his responsibility to help those under attck from curses and demons.  Though the large payment offered didnt hurt anything either.