AN: New story, new ride. Seal your seatbelt, and hold on tight because... It's rated M ;p
Won't be a long story, I don't plan to make it over 10 chapters... I think.

Hope you give it a chance!

Disclaimer: Maid-Sama belongs to Fujiwara Hiro


— In Flight Obsession —


#1. When I First Met Him.
I think my heart missed a beat... Or two.


There are different secrets.

Those you can tell with a slight condescending blush or hushed whispers… Maybe with serious contempt even; or perhaps an uncanny smile that makes most people forgive you.

And then, there are the ones you just keep to yourself.

My high heels click on the airport's tiles as I swiftly step ahead with my flight crew. We are headed for the South Pacific in less than two hours and still haven't made it to the boarding area yet. Our strides might be hurried, but we still manage to look good despite the haste.

"Excuse me," I smile politely, an air of importance gracing my features as some travelers block my way. They quickly move aside, apologies on the tip of their tongue. My smile widens, telling them not to bother as the crew follows through with easy smiles.

I know how we look. All those graceful ladies and handsome men, —clad in their sleek white, gold accents uniforms— walking all-together. People can't help but gaze at us with something akin to admiration dancing in their eyes. We fit, tall and well mannered, making a lasting impression as we cross the homey-dressed foreigners.

We are head-turners.

Welcome on board, with Aureate Airlines.

It all began with the crew presentation.

As the In-Flight Manager, my duties are fulfilled as soon as the plane is ready to welcome the guests. My crew is perfectly disciplined and smoothly execute all the tasks I demand. I might be perceived as strict and uptight, but at least, the work is done without harm.

The routine as a flight manager is quite restricted. Everything has to be scheduled, right in time without fail. That's the kind of skills the air industry requires from every single employee.

Punctuality, Communication skills and Constance.

As I once more clean the countertop with a sterilized wipe, the voice of the Captain's flight rises up in the plane.

"Please, come to C-area to begin crew ritual introduction."

A loud sigh escapes my lips as I continue sweeping that countertop shiny. I know the Captain very well, and the crew is all the more familiar. So why he insisted on having those damn ritual introduction of his at every flight is absolute nonsense to me.

"Misaki," Sakura —a flight stewardess, which also happens to be a good friend of mine— calls up to me. Her head peeks through the golden curtains that separates the storing area off the travelers' one. "Don't tell me you plan to skip again?" she frowns, seeing that I am still scraping that tissue over the edges of the clean surface.

"How did you figure? Just tell Hinata that I'm in the toilet or something," I say distractedly.

I hear shared snickers and recognize that cheerful voice that answers me right away. "God no, Misa. You're definitely not in the restroom," Hinata says merrily, gripping my wrist. He's half-wearing his uniform, the pilot's black jacket neatly tucked under his arm.

"What the hell," I stammer, trying to break his hold as he drags me to the C-area. "Just pretend I am and leave me alone," I grit as I stop him in his tracks.

"That's not how you're supposed to answer to your Captain, Misaki!" Sakura beckons me with a grin.

"Sakura is right," Hinata adjoins with glee. Rolling my eyes, I revert them back to his head. Hinata never wore his cap. A shame, because it made him look more serious.

"Whatever," I sigh, finally conceding. I head forward by myself. "You better make it short."

"Yes, yes," he answers, following me. Sakura is fast behind us, humming happily.

As we approach the aircrew gathering, I sense some unusual hushed whispers filling the air. The crowd makes away for Hinata and me in the limited space, and I stop short in the front rows. The flight deck crew is standing in front of me, casually talking around and I greet them with a nod of my head.

"Alright, everyone!" Hinata clamors for silence. "We all know each other, but well. I'm Hinata Shintani, your diligent Captain for the next hours." He does a funny and exaggerated curtsey, sliding an imaginary cap off his head. That earns him a few laughs.

And yet, I don't dwell on the gesture, because my eyes are distracted by the tall and lean man standing next to Hinata. Blonde, sharp features and his irises an emerald quality to die for, he is stiffly standing under everyone's scrunity.

As handsome as the dark flight-captain uniform can make someone, I don't think it contributes much to his magnetic and charismatic aura. He might have the kind of face that naturally stops you in your tracks.

And above all, he looks just like my all-time crush from that indie movie.

But that's not what makes me weak-kneed… What makes me shiver as my breaths turn shallow.

"Hereby, I present you my new First Officer co-pilot, Usui Takumi. He'll be joining us for this flight and onward, please, be kind to welcome him in our crew," Hinata introduces with joy. Voices fuss over again, and I'm now aware of the hype.

A blonde Adonis, is it? Maybe it's justified; maybe it's not.

"Thank you," the namely blonde answers. His voice hints at modesty, but makes it almost... Sinful. It's all smooth tones but scrapping edges, coated with nonchalance that decuples his charms. His hands come into plain view, taking off his black captain cap off his head.

I think everyone is staring at his face, swooning at his voice, but I'm looking elsewhere despite myself.

Because…

He has those hands. Those you'd love to watch as he tightens his grip on a rope… Or around your neck.

On your lips.

My name is Ayuzawa Misaki, and I have a hand fetish.


Author's note:

Happy reading!
And HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D

Do you like the idea? Because honestly, when I saw Usui in his black flight Captain uniform, I think I melted on the ground or something... Hottt... *melts into a puddle of something*