Author Note: I need to get my obsession checked. Thank you PetraWiggin55 for beta-ing this!
~CWA
Title: Secrecies
Summary: Lihim Espya, trained spy, is a girl on a mission. A mission that threatens the very lives of her cousins- Alexy and Armin. To make things worse- they can't know that she's a spy. That spunky redhead isn't helping either. But can she save her cousins? Even after the puzzle is solved, even after it's too late….
Genre: Romance/Mystery
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim My Candy Love (Amour Sucre)
Notes: Espya means Spy in Filipino and Lihim means Secret in Filipino.
Prologue:
Lihim:
I gritted my teeth in frustration. The doorbell rang and I hissed as my concentration was broken. Sighing, I set down the piece of metal that was going to be my new tech. I grabbed my gun and walked to the door. Can never be too careful, I thought as I looked through the peephole. Seeing a head covered with thick black hair. I shook my head and unlocked the door. I opened it and rolled my eyes,
"I'm surprised you actually rang the bell and didn't just break in."
My guest scoffed. Beneath his black hair, bright pink eyes gazed back at me. Though he died his hair a different color every month, his eyes were always the same. His excuse for the hair dying was that he never wanted any of his enemies to recognize him. That's a load of bull if you ask me- he wasn't even a field agent! It's not like he got kidnapped by the bad guys or anything. Plus they would always have been able to recognize him by the eyes. Kyle smiled.
"Now, Lee, you know I wouldn't just break into your house. I'm not that stupid."
I returned his smile, only slightly.
"True, true. So, what brings you here? I know this isn't just a friendly visit."
He chuckled.
"Not this time anyway. D sent me here to brief you."
I nodded. He walked into my living room as I shut and relocked the door. I cocked my gun and put it in its holster. I looked around the room then pressed a button on the wall. Kyle sighed.
"Must you do that every time?"
I shrugged,
"You never know when someone could be listening in."
Kyle shook his head.
"Okay, paranoia I understand, but you- you are just a bit too paranoid."
I stuck out my tongue and he chuckled again.
"Look, here's the file and…well… I can't say you'll like it."
I grabbed the file with a raised eyebrow.
"Why won't I like it?"
"Just read it."
And I did read it. When the purpose of my mission became apparent to me, my eyes widened in disbelief.
"The Director couldn't possibly expect me to-"
"She does and you need to."
I sighed and spoke in tune with him,
"Because you're/I'm the only one capable of it."
I shook my head.
"I know, I get it, but still…this is my family."
"Not only that, but a family you left behind."
I glared at him and he shrugged, picking up a piece of candy that was in the bowl on the coffee table.
"Hey," he said, popping one into his mouth, "just saying the truth."
"I know," I said as I sighed, "I know…"
Kyle shook his head.
"Yeah I realize it's hard. After all, you haven't seen them since what- you were two? Three? Not to mention the fact that you have a new name now."
"Since I was five, actually."
I plopped down on the couch. I hated to admit it, but he had a point. A good point. I hadn't seen my family in years. Even then, it was back when I went by my old, my birth, name. When I got into the agency, which I had been trained for since practically birth, I had to get a new name. No connections to the past, hence why I had the name Lee Smith. Lee could be a girl's name. Besides, when I was little it was my nickname. A shortened name for Lihim, of sorts. But now…
"Now I have to face my past."
Kyle nodded.
"Got that right."
I winced.
"Great, just great. I suppose this means-"
"Undercover makeover!"
"You say it like it's a good thing."
Undercover makeovers- something we always did when I went undercover. New name. New face. New hair. New wardrobe and incredible acting skills.
I stood in front of the mirror. My black hair was now blue, yet a so dark that it could possiblypass for black. I never understood why in every undercover makeover Kyle made my hair some weirdcolor. I mean, my hair was naturally black, but for missions- it had been purple, blonde, pink, and every other color out there. I think it was because Kyle liked to dye his hair outrageous colors- after all he dyed it a different color every month for safety. Luckily, my eyes were still their silver color.
"Look at the positives," Kyle said.
"Like what," I scoffed.
"Well," Kyle said listing things on his fingers, "1. You get your real name back. 2. You don't have to act, I mean, this is your family. 3. You don't have to change your wardrobe, much."
I crinkled my nose.
"What's wrong with my wardrobe?"
"Lee," Kyle said, "You look like a Goth wanna-be."
I looked down at my clothes that were sitting on my bed- a full suit case with buckles already tied up and ready to go. I sighed and Kyle handed me some new clothes. The one thing I liked about Kyle was that he didn't actually care about me. I mean, he didn't look at me sexually. It was handy because we had to do quick changes on missions together. I never cared about his body either, so it worked. I mean, I admit, yes he's hot, but he was like a big brother. Even he admitted that I'm like a little sister. The agency hated it- partners weren't supposed to get too emotionally attached. But what did they expect? We've been partners for a long time, and we fit together well. I am the field agent and he's the tech guy. It clicks.
"So," I said, "where am I headed anyway?"
"Sweet Amoris, good luck."