Welcome one and all! *bows* This is my first xxxHoLiC fan fiction. *claps excitedly* I came up with this idea on my way home from visiting family in California. I got myself all excited about it and started right away.

Before we continue, I must warn everyone that this IS in fact a SHOUNEN AI aka YAOI fan fiction. In my opinion, there is a bit OOCness, but other than that, it's pretty damn good.

This fan fiction is rated M for suggestive implications (a possible lemon) and my diabolical plans for future chapters. Please, enjoy!

Disclaimer: xxxHoLiC is owned by the epically amazing all-female group of manga-ka known as CLAMP. I LOVE YOU GIRLS! *coughs* Anyway, enjoy.

Edit: (7/26) Re-read this and found some grammatical errors. Kinda pissed me off, so I edited and replaced. Thanks. X3


Clear For Take-off

"What a pain in the ass!"

A thin eyebrow perked up in response to the mumbled statement. "And what might you be referring to as 'a pain in the ass'?"

The person who had spoken first, a young woman of about twenty or younger, let her scowl deepen in a way that made her usually beautiful face appear dark and demonic.

"You know exactly what I'm referring to, Yuuko," she grumbled, making a sharp right turn into a small, circular corridor that lead to the women's restroom.

The second woman, Yuuko, let out a sly grin at her companion's response and obediently followed her into the restroom. The two of them went straight to end of the large lavatory where a full length mirror was placed on the wall, big enough to almost entirely cover the wall. Letting go of her roller bag that contained her clothing and other essential belongings, the first girl angrily studied her reflection to be sure her attire was spotless.

Yuuko, on the other hand, watched her, placing her free hand on her hip. Noticing the glare her friend's reflection was giving her, she turned her head to face the free space of mirror in front of her to find that her lipstick was a bit faded.

The two women worked on themselves quietly for a moment, the only sound around them being the conversations between groups of women, the flush of toilets, and the steady waterfall of the sinks. Yuuko was the first to speak. She turned to face her friend, one hand on her hip while the other was open palmed in the air.

"How do I look?" she questioned, completely confident that she would get a sour response.

Her friend gave her a quick glance before returning to her reflection. "Like a hooker who is getting paid extra to role-play."

Yuuko blinked. "That's a bit crude, isn't it?" She ignored her. Yuuko chuckled. "Besides, who would role-play as a flight attendant?" There was, again, no response.

Sighing, Yuuko grabbed her bag and began to make her way out, ignoring the countless stares she was receiving from the other women. (1)

As she turned right out of the restroom, she could hear a familiar mumble. "A lot of people role-play as flight attendants…"

Yuuko turned to her companion whose head was held a bit lower than usual.

"And why is that?" A glare.

"Why wouldn't they? Flight attendants are supposed to be attractive young women." She paused as a group of children and a woman, seemingly their mother, walked past them. "Some people are turned on by the thought of screwing someone in an airplane bathroom."

Yuuko blinked as she thought this over, "I guess that's kinda kinky." She turned her attention back to her friend. A cat-like grin slowly crept onto her face as she watched her companion who looked like a child waiting to take their punishment.

"I'll have to admit, you make a pretty hot flight attendant." The shorter of the two women's face turned a light shade of red as she patted her uniform down.

"I hate how the clothes are so freaking tight!"

She had a point there, Yuuko admitted in her head. She began to eyeball her friend; her hips and backside were securely snug under the dark blue skirt. Her large chest was just as snug under the light blue button-up shirt. Her small, usually rosy red lips were pulled back into a thin line. She watched as her bright, mischievous hazel eyes were fixed straight ahead of her.

Yuuko reached out to fold back a lock of creamy brown hair that had fallen out of her friend's bun. "If you hate it that much, then quit."

"You're simple minded," she grimaced. Yuuko grinned at her again.

"Well, at least I don't have fantasies about getting fucked in an airplane restroom," she retorted.

The girl snorted, "I don't have fantasies about it either." She stopped a moment. "I'm actually a bit nervous about that really happening."

"I'd only be worried about that if he was ugly," Yuuko responded.

Hazel eyes connected with red ones. "I told you you're a hooker."

"No, I'm not," Yuuko purred, "not as much of a hooker as you are, Kain."

Said woman rolled her eyes. The two went quiet again. This time, it was Kain's turn to interrupt the silence.

"I have to pee."

"We were just in the restroom."

"But I was fixing my uniform then."

"Why the hell didn't you pee?"

"Because I didn't have to go then."

Yuuko rolled her eyes as her shorter companion darted for the next restroom.

Yuuko stood outside of the restroom, waiting patiently for her slight idiot of a friend to finish up her business. She heard the small, familiar footfalls heading towards the exit, a bit faster than usual. She turned to the doorway to see, not one, but two young women in flight attendant outfits. One of them was Kain, the other was a slim woman with thin, shoulder length black hair. Kain was holding the other woman by the wrist and, after spotting Yuuko, dragged her to her companion.

"Look who I just found in the bathroom," she squeaked, pulling the young woman in between them. The girl held her face downcast so that her bangs covered her eyes. A dark, nearly crimson blush was completely visible on her face. Kain took her by the chin and lifted her head for Yuuko to see. Her red eyes widened in surprise.

"Kimihiro? Watanuki Kimihiro?" The 'woman' jerked her head out of Kain's grip. The two real women began to laugh uncontrollably at their cross dressing friend. He stood there awkwardly watching them, waiting for their maniacal laughter to settle down.

~000~

"Walk through please,"(2) the security officer directed, motioning with his hand for the man on the other side of the metal detector to walk through.

The man, clearly no older than 18 or 19, slowly made his way through the metal detector, keeping his seemingly intense gaze fixed on the security guard. The guard gulped as he motioned for the young man to pick up his belongings from the conveyer belt. An arm wrapped itself around the young man's neck.

"Hey there, Shizuka," another young man chided, "you ready to party?"

Doumeki Shizuka looked down at the one who had addressed him. "We're going to be on a plane for nearly 24 hours, who in their right mind would consider that to be a party?"

The man laughed at his friend as he patted him on the back, "You're a real trip, Shizuka." He turned and began to walk towards the general direction of their flight's gate with Doumeki, although with much regret, following closely behind.

"Aw man! I can't wait to get to America!" The shorter of the two males wailed as he stretched. Doumeki glanced at his companion for a moment.

"I'm hungry," Doumeki bellowed, turning his gaze towards the small, approaching food court. The shorter let out another high pitched cackle.

"If that's the case, I'll save you a seat at the gate," the man said, flicking some of his black, shoulder length hair to reveal his blue earing as he continued on. Doumeki nodded after him, "Thank you, Larg."

The man waved without looking back in acknowledgement.

000

Having finished his meal, Doumeki made his way towards his flight gate. He subconsciously began to clean his teeth with his tongue, unaware of the stares and squeals of the star-struck women around him.

The handsome yet stoic young man kept his magnificent golden eyes ahead of him. That is, until he heard laughter. Very. Frightening. Laughter.

To his right was a group of women, fairly attractive women, who were standing in front of one of the airport's many restrooms. Two of the women, one with brown hair that had been pulled back into a bun and another with long black hair that was tied back in a pony tail, were laughing hysterically. The third woman, with shoulder-length black hair and two gorgeous blue eyes hidden behind slim-rimmed glasses, stood between the other two, a deep scowl on her face.

Doumeki blinked, albeit without any sign of emotion on his face, as he became close enough to hear the occasional word the two weezing women could let out in between trembling fits of laughter.

"Oh-"

"-my-"

"-god," they cackled, alternating from one to the other.

The third woman turned her head away, trying to hide a deep blush. The woman with the bun was first to recover.

"I almost peed myself," she let out a few more weezes, "even though I just went."

The second woman stood up to her full height to be nearly as tall as himself, Doumeki realized. "That's disgusting, Kain," she chuckled, wiping clearly visible tears from the corners of her eyes.

As he was leaving earshot, Doumeki could make out a small, aggitated mumble from the third woman which, unfortunately, had the first two howling like hyenas once again.

He shook his head a bit, "What a bunch of nuts."

~000~

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NorthEast's flight XXXX from Tokyo, Japan to San Francisco, California USA," chirped an attractive voice over the ginormous airplane's intercom. The statement was repeated in English and several other languages before it continued.

"We hope that you will enjoy your flight." Repeat. "If you require any assitance, please do not hesitate to grab the attention of your specialized flight attendant." At this statement, Doumeki could feel a sharp nudge in his abdomen. He turned to face his grinning companion.

"What do you think they are specialized in?" he questioned, only to follow the unecessary question with a vulgar thrust of his hips that gave him a firm slap on the head by an elderly woman that was seated beside him.

Doumeki grinned to himself as he turned to look back out the window. He had never traveled by plane before. The experience was, to say the least, quite overwhelming. He turned back just as Larg and the elderly woman had finished their arguement. His hair was a ruffled, and his right cheek was a bit redder than the other. He sighed and sunk into his chair.

"This is going to be the longest trip of my life."

"Hot towel?" The seated trio looked up to find a beautiful flight attendant, her creamy brown hair pulled back in a bun. The elderly woman accepted the hot towel with a loving smile. The flight attendent grabbed another towel with her pinchers.

"Would you like a hot towel, sir?"

Larg sat up in his seat and straightened his clothes. He exchanged a quick, nerve-wracking glance with the elderly woman before deciding it would be in his best interest to keep quiet as he grabbed the offered towel.

She grabbed another towel and offered it to Doumeki who took it slowly before nodding his thanks.

"What a hottie," Larg whispered to Doumeki. The stoic male kept quiet, wracking through his brain to recall where he had seen her before. His thoughts were quickly set aside as the voice came back over the intercom.

"As we prepare to take off, please watch this required video on airplane safety." As the statement was repeated in the numerous other languages, another flight attendant, equally as attractive as the first with shoulder-length black hair turned on the large tv that was placed in the wall that stood two rows before them. She smiled sheepishly at the man sitting directly in front of the wall. She appeared to be apologizing to him.

Doumeki couldn't stop staring at her bright blue eyes before they made contact with his golden ones. The flight attendant blushed and, with the way his face was heating up, Doumeki had guessed that he was too.

Larg, having noticed the exchange, nudged his companion once again. "I think I spoke a bit too soon, my friend." He winked up at his stoic companion.

"With all of these hotties," he turned his attention towards the aisle as a tall and slim flight attendant with long black hair that was pulled back in a pony tail walked past to check that all seatbelts were fastened before continuing, "we might just have ourselves one helluva ri-"

THWACK!

As the two began yet another bitter exchange, the plane began to rumble and sputter to life, nearly blocking out the shrill cries of the two beside him as the plane made its way to the runway.


So, how was it? Good, right?! =3 I'm more excited for this one than I am any other fanfiction I have rolling around, only because this idea is the most recent. I apologize if the ending bit where they are on the plane feels a bit rushed. I wanted to get a bit of DouXWata in before anything else happened, so that part was a last-second add on. Just a quickie before we go to Author's Notes, I love the old lady. XD

Sweet, time for Author Notes

1. Why are they staring? Because she has been speaking English. Read AN number two for a bit more clarification. XD

2. Just in case you didn't realize, the flight that the gang is currently on is going from Japan to America. Any dialogue that is typed in italics means the character is speaking Japanese.

I do hope you all enjoy this fic. I know I am! X3 See ya'll next chapter.

~Ai Ecchi~