Japan's Next Top Model: Kazuki Undercover

Hahahahaha! Sorry for posting this earlier…apparently, I can't wait to make another Kazuki fic! I love Kazuki! He's like cotton candy; soft and sweet! Support Kazuki! Mwah!

Kazuki Fuchoin was leafing through the pages of a newspaper Wan Paul, the owner of the café he was in, left on the counter. He came across a page with an advertisement for what he presumed was a new television program. It was an ad for Japan's Next Top Model, the local counterpart of the hit American reality show. He chuckled at the sight of a stick-thin lady clad in a two-piece bikini. He turned the page and focused on another article. Paul saw what the latter was looking at earlier, and a grin formed in his lips.

"I saw what you were looking at, Kazuki."

"Yes?"

"That girl…she's a lovely one, isn't she? Is she your type?"

Kazuki's doll-like face looked puzzled. Paul pointed at the newspaper resting on the young man's lap. Kazuki remembered what he was looking at earlier. He gave a sly smile.

"Oh, do you mean the model, Paul-san? Yes, she is lovely Paul-san, but I do not fancy such type of woman. She seems to be too extravagant for someone like me."

"Well, you are right, but aren't you saying that you don't fancy her because you're afraid to hurt her feelings?"

"What do you mean, Paul-san?" Kazuki's brown eyes blinked. Paul looked at him and gave out a sigh, realizing that the latter was too humble to admit the obvious truth that he was even lovelier than the bikini-clad model.

"Oh, well, it's nothing. By the way, are you planning to join that contest?"

"Of course not!" Kazuki answered with a soft giggle. "Jubei would never allow me to do something like that, and besides, you should be a woman in order to be able to join a contest like that!"

"You won't have to worry about those things, Kazuki, with a doll's face like yours and that slender figure; you could pass as a woman. I'm sure Jubei would be so proud to see you on TV!"

"But Paul-san, I'm not a woman. I can't deny that I look like one, but I'm not one. In addition," Kazuki said. "I don't have any intention to be one."

"You have a point there. You don't need to become a woman to look so beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment, Paul-san."

Kazuki ordered a cup of coffee and started sipping his drink when a rather troubled middle-aged man walked in to the café. He nervously walked towards Paul, looking fervently worried.

"I-I heard that I can find retrieval agents here."

"Oh, I'm afraid they're not around and cannot accommodate you as of this moment, sir. They are currently working on a job."

The man looked very troubled and disappointed. "I guess I'll just come by some other time." With that, the man headed for the door, ready to leave.

"Matte kudasai," Kazuki said in his mellow voice. "If you really need help, I'll be willing to give it." Kazuki smiled at the customer, whose face immediately brightened up.

"I am Daisuke Chiba, I work in Nihon Secret Services and Crime Analysis."

"Oh, so, Chiba-san, what can I do to help you?"

"Well, you see, about a week ago…"

"ALERT! ALERT! AN INTRUDER IS IN THE HEADQUARTERS! AN INTRUDER IS IN THE HEADQUARTERS!"

"Quick! Run after him!"

"There he is! Shoot him!"

(The suspect runs quickly)

"Faster! We may lose track of him!"

(The suspect jumps out the window; the hood of his cat suit was stuck to the pane and was torn off.)

"We've lost him!"

"…an intruder went to our headquarters. He was completely covered and he left no fingerprints. Fortunately, we've got some strands of his hair. We had it tested, and the DNA result points to, well, this woman," the man took his laptop from his suitcase and revealed a picture of a woman. Kazuki's brown eyes widened at the sight of the woman. She was the model he saw in the newspaper earlier that morning

"Chiba-san, I believe I've seen this woman in the newspaper this morning. Paul-san, can you please lend me the newspaper?"

"Sure." Paul handed the beautiful man the crisp newspaper. Kazuki thanked him and started leafing through the pages until he finally came across the page with the model's picture.

"Chiba-san, is she this lady?" Mr. Chiba took a good look at the picture and concluded that she was the same woman who broke into their headquarters.

"Yes! She was the one who broke into the headquarters! She stole the most dangerous drug in the country! I need to catch that woman!"

"But, Chiba-san, what's she doing in the new reality TV show?"

"Well," Mr. Chiba exclaimed. He paused for a while and seconds later "she's planning to use the drug to poison the other contestants so she could bag the prize! Please! Please bring that drug back! It's very dangerous!"

"But Chiba-san, you are part of the secret services, right? Haven't you tried to get the drug back yourself?"

"The thing is, that intruder had seen the faces of each and every one of the secret services. I know it'd cause a much bigger commotion if she realizes that we are chasing after her to get the drug back. It's going to cause us many lives."

"How do you intend to get it back, then?"

"Well, we all know it's impossible for us to enter the show. There are only a handful of women in the secret services, and, frankly, none of them could pass as a model."

"O-oh, that's really unfortunate."

"You said it-"he said, and took a good look at Kazuki. "Cute face, fair skin, long lashes…yes, you could be."

"Pardon?" Kazuki blinked.

"Could you please stand up?" Kazuki did what he was told.

"Good! Tall and long legs…curvy body, cute butt…yes. Excuse me for a moment; I have to call one of my colleagues."

Chiba went out and phoned somebody. Just as soon as the conversation was finished, a black limousine appeared before him. A blonde haired lady stepped out of the car.

"Boss, this is the retrieval agent whom I hired to get the drug back."

"Are you sure she has the capability to finish a job like this?"

"Yes, boss! She can even go undercover."

"Young lady," the blonde said. "How tall are you?"

"Me? I am about a hundred and seventy-six centimeters tall, madam."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

The lady examined Kazuki from head to toe, and then whispered something to Mr. Chiba. "Young lady, I want you to know that I am to be a judge in the new reality model search, Japan's Next Top Model. Apart from that, I used to be the chief officer of Nihon Secret Services and Crime Analysis. I would like to inform you that I am entering you into that show as a contestant to do an undercover job for NSSCA."

Paul's jaw dropped when he heard what the blonde said. Kazuki fainted from too much shock.