Chapter One: Mistake

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BOOKED TWO DIFFERENT TICKETS" I screamed down the phone, Ignoring the strange looks I got. My whole mood was enraged instead of excited. Keiko, My so called friend! Accidentally booked me on a completely different flight to her and she flies out THIS EVENING! What the hell am I suppose to do for almost twelve hours in Rio on my own. She better hope to God that there's a spa at the hotel she arranged!

"I'm sorry Kimi chan, I'll ring you as soon as I land. And Then our first night out is on me!" She's forgetting that the flight is 23 hours and 30 minutes long. Minutes so her flight at 8 tonight wont arrive till 9 tomorrow night in our time which also means it will be 9 in the morning tomorrow in Rio… and ugh my head hurts.

"I'll make it up to you." Then I hung up. I really couldn't be bothered. I just wanted to get on that plane and leave my memories here for two weeks have an amazing holiday whether it's with Keiko or not (I knew it was too good to be true).

"Flight 4892 to Rio De Janeiro please come to the check in desk…" The announcer over the loud speaker repeated in about five other languages before finally one less noise polluted the air. Tokyo airport had to be the busiest. Why couldn't I just order my fathers private jet. I mentally groaned. This was not a good start. Picking up my suite cases with my assistant I made my way to the check in desk.

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"Please fasten you're seat belts. We are about to depart from Tokyo. Your estimated flight time is 23 hours and 10 minutes. The flight should be a smooth one. Please enjoy you're flight. But before we start, please forward your attention as we demonstrate safety regulations…" I zoned out after that. Watching the flight attendants wave their hands about pointing to various exits and demonstrating how to fasten a ugly looking mask to you're head… and the life jackets which where also completely disgusting.

I watched out the window as the planes engines roared to life and raced at great speed down the runway, before finally lifting off into the atmosphere. My ears popped a few times as the pressure increased. I turned my ignorance towards it, before putting my ear phones into my ears. Ignoring the crying babies and rustling of news papers. I hated public transport but luckily I had my iPod. Cranking up the volume to some J-Pop I closed my eye's picturing the white beaches of Rio.

Slowly drifting off to a light sleep.

"Oh my gosh, look, the fat guy just dropped his icecream!" we both laughed at the obvious. Keiko indeed pointed to an overweight middle aged man who had dropped what looked like a mint icecream.

"Ohh… and check out the buff guys with surf boards. I tell ya, some Brazillian guys are sexy!" She also pointed to a group of surfers who where drying off after catching some waves.

"Meh, they're probably really arrogant" I said with a sigh.

"Get with it Kimi, the brunette dudes cute. Oh he's looking over!" Keiko slid her sunglasses back on and looked in the opposite direction. I looked over to where she was previously looking and made eye contact with a very VERY hansom looking stereotypical surfer boy. Who looked about a year or two older than me. I smiled at him, as he mirrored me. His smile was breath taking. Absolutely stunning. He turned around revealing his well built physique. The faint indentations of a six pack where carved into his abdomen. If I wasn't sat down, I would of fainted. He was tall. Hansom. Sexy. Every characteristic screamed bad boy. But It only intrigued my interest more. He started walking over. Like a tiger, Stalking up to his pray. I felt so vulnerable. Before I knew it. He was leaning over me about to speak when…

"Excuse me miss…" a soft hand lightly shook my shoulder. Consciousness slowly coming to me.

"Miss, we've now landed in Rio" One of the Hostess' came into focus as I opened my eyes. Had I really slept through the whole flight? As of my dream? That felt too real. But I wasn't about to let that plague my thoughts.

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After spending what felt like the most pointless half hour of my life waiting for my luggage. I was finally out side the airport in the (what seemed to be) taxi rink. Where I found an assistant who worked with Keikos' family, Holding up a sign with my surname "Tohomiko" scribbled in black ink on a sheet of paper.

As I stepped out into the sun, I was embraced by it's heat. Clear blue skies. Not a cloud in site. I could get used to this. A grin crossed my features. Keiko or no Keiko. I say…

"Hello Rio De Janeiro!"