Undercover

By Anime no Miko

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Disclaimer: CCS belongs to the great CLAMP et al.

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"Would you like something to drink, sir?"

I looked up from the Japan's Daily and saw the stewardess with her beverage cart standing next to me. She was around my age, somewhere in the mids twenties, and a very good looking woman I must say. Linda (that was the name I read on her pin-tag) had a pleasant face, even the constellations of freckles across her tiny nose seemed to be arranged in symmetrical fashion. Her black hair was done in a french braid, which contrasted with the blue chinese attire she wore. I couldn't see if it was the traditional long one because the cart blocked my view, but I noticed at once that the expected flowery or dragon patterns had been replaced with the airlines' logo. I smirked.

"Champagne, please," I said before being caught staring too long, though I think she was staring too. She filled a glass (a real glass, not the plastic ones carefully reserved for the economic class passengers) with the bubbling yellow liquid with the expertise of a bartender and motioned it for me. I put down the newspaper and reached for the glass of champagne, my fingers 'innocently' brushing hers. I think she blushed, or what else could the tints of pink on her cheeks mean? It wasn't make-up. With all the casanova expertise I've gained from watching this guy Bond and which I was to put in practice soon, I raised the glass, as if making a toast, flashed her a smile, and brought the glass to my lips. I have to get accustomed to it. She smiled and moved on with the cart. I think she struggled to refrain from throwing herself into my arms and kissing me. I ceased to be oblivious to the more than friendly way women look at me long time ago. 'For your looks,' the bosses had told me when I asked them why they wanted me for the mission, on the first and only time I was to see them from now on. To put it simply, I am a chick magnet. I took my time to admire her retreating form, the dress was the short-style and it suited her just as good on the back as it did on the front with her breasts threathening to force open the buttons of the top.

"Miss," I called her back. Linda did a ninety degree turn around and walked back towards my seat, this time without the cart, which only gave me more time to linger over her goddess' curves. I wonder what would it be like to fly with the Hawaiian Airlines and their flight attendants dressed in bikini top and hula skirts, if they do such a thing of course.

"Yes, sir?" I heard Linda said. "Do you need anything else?"

'Yes. I want you naked in my bed, please,' my hormones screamed. Instead I asked her if she could bring me the Japan People magazine. She gave me a quizzical look that read 'You can't be serious, are you?' I stared back at her with my own look that said 'Deadly serious.' Linda got my message but to my surprise, instead of going off somewhere to find me the magazine, she moved closer and leaned her voluptuos body over the tray table.

'Uh? Not here, Linda. I know I can be irresistible, but I prefer to do it on land,' I was about to tell her right away. Thanks god I kept my mouth shut for some seconds more. It saved me from a secure slap.

"Sir, you can find all of Japan's bestselling magazines right here," she said pointing to a pocket on the airplane's wall to my right and retrieving the People's October issue, which I could have easily taken out by myself had I known where they were. Geez! How was I suppose to know? It's my first flight ever!

It was my time to blush, from embarrasment though. "Thank you," I murmured briefly and took the magazine she handed me.

"You're welcome, sir," she said sincerely and walked off to attend the few salt-and-pepper haired businessmen with whom I share the fair cabin.

I knew I had been right in insisting to fly in first class yesterday.

"You'll be leaving tomorrow in flight 527JP to Tokyo, in the economy class," the contact, a tall man in his fifties, informed him.

"Economy class!" he repeated.

"Seat 31 J. A J, boy (A/N: for a Boeing 777). We got you the window!" his contact exclaimed over the phone.

"Wow! No kidding! The window!" he cried mockingly, an action that, as he intended, didn't pass unnoticed by the man on the other line.

"What's with the sarcasm?" the contact demanded.

"I can't travel in the economy class," he stated bluntly.

"What did you just say! What do you mean I can't!"

"I shouldn't," he corrected and explained himself . "If I remember well, I am to assume the role of a successful chinese businessman."

"Hmm ...?" his contact motioned him to be more specific.

"Well, that I'ld probably be investigated if they accede to make business, and flying in the economic class gives a lot to talk about. What impression would a prosperous chinese businessman who travels in economic class make then?"

"That of being thrifty?"

"Hell no! Don't play dumb with me! They'ld say I'm stingy and nobody wants to make business with stingy rich men. They like money smartasses but no stingy. Even worst, they might find out everything! Do you get my point?"

"Hmm ... I'll see what I can do."

He got to fly in the business class. Not bad, considering it's basically the same as first class. Two names for the same stuff. Right, so they can have three services to offer instead of two. Variety for the public or is it an strategy to charge a few more bucks?

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The cover of People had a picture of the Kinomoto family, one of the most important and influential of all Japan. It showed a smiling Kinomoto dressed in black tuxedo embracing Nadesiko, a complete beauty (she used to be one of Japan's top model) and his wife, dressed in a likely black kimono embroidered with twinkling pearls, and Touya, their twenty-six years old son, standing next to him with a similar tuxedo. I didn't like Touya Kinomoto from the first time I saw him in pictures. I wonder if the aversity is mutual. Sakura, Kinomoto's other child, was not in the picture. She was eighteen turning nineteen, nothing extraordinary, and my target. That was the only part I didn't quite like of my mission: to make her fall in love with me so that I get to his father his company. Not that I find it any difficult, of course. I mean, with my killer looks and chameleonic moods, I can have her eating from my hand like a pigeon anytime. It's just that the thought of playing babysitter does not appeal to me.

I'd spent the last week attending to my 'Kinomoto Enterprises & Family Studies' classes lectured by 'Professor' Wei (my contact), and I think I've learnt at least enough to keep me alive in their circle until Christmas.

After the meal, I went to the washroom and brushed my teeth (I've never liked talking to someone with a food-smelling mouth). When I came back to my seat, Linda had just finished picking up the other trays with real glassware and was pushing the cart along the passageway, so I made space for her to pass and when she did, her bottom brushed against my crotch and I refrained a groan. I went back to my seat, it wasn't time for that. I was on duty.

Ding!

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have started preparation for our descent into Japanese area, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is underneath the seat in front of you. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final check and collect any remaining cups and glasses. Cabin service is now terminated. Thank you."

I was glad to hear that. Heavens know the inhuman effort I was making to control myself with that raven haired beauty around. Once we landed, the lights were turned on and the captain spoke one last time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Japan International Airport. On behalf of the entire crew, it has been a pleasure serving you today and we are looking forward to see you in one of our future flights. Have a nice stay and thank you for choosing Hong Kong Airlines."

I checked my watch and straightened my suit, trying to act as businesslike as possible. I hope I didn't look stupid. After the first class passengers disembarked, I took my briefcase and followed along with the businessmen. Linda was standing at the exit door, smiling and wishing us a nice stay in Japan. I 'accidently' dropped a pen (I happened to be carrying one in hand) and we both bent down to pick it up. We were really close, our heads touched. "Linda, you are really linda," I murmured in her ear. Not waiting to see her reaction, I picked up my pen, thanked her, stood up and continued my way to Inspection.

"Your passport please, sir."

I handed my passport and saw him having a little trouble getting my name right.

"Li Xiao Lang," I said, helping him out. He looked at me with an 'o' expression on his mouth. Geez! If a Japanese found it hard to pronounce my name, how would an American do it?

"Why are you in Japan, Mr. Li?" he asked.

"I'm on business," I answered as if obvious.

"Business?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. I take he found it strange to see a young man dressed in suit, trying to pull up an all business like attitude.

"Yeah," I said. "Business and something else, if I've got the time." I winked and he laughed, too loudly for my ears, before motioning me to move on, which I gladly did.

I ran a hand through my messy hair in a failed attempt to get it combed out a little, and went to look for my luggage.

"Sir, what did you mean before?" a familiar femenine voice asked me. I turned around and found Linda, the stewardess, standing next to me. At first, I didn't quite understood what she meant, but when I saw her toying with her pin-tag, I understood.

"Ah! That! Did I voice it out that you heard me?" She nodded.

"Why is it that a compliment never escapes a woman's ears, huh? I think you've all got radars for that." I joked. She shrugged and I explained her the meaning of her name in Spanish. We had a little chat and she gave me her number, which I tucked inside my pocket.

I smiled broadly. So here was I, twenty-four-year-old Li Xiao Lang, on the undercover mission to spy on Kinomoto Enterprises by enamoring soon to be nineteen-year-old Kinomoto Sakura, a child for me in all aspects.

TBC ...

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This is AnM's first CCS ficcie (is more into RK -;;). Hope you like it! Leave a review, ne?