Disclaimer: Maid-Sama belongs to Fujiwara Hiro
— In Flight Obsession —
#2. Thinking about that Certain Someone...
Or not exactly...
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"Misaki?"
I blink, peering up at Sakura. We're in the meal cabinet, preparing the drink trolley for the future travelers. She was handing me a clipboard with the cabin's crew passports details.
"Oh, thanks," I say, taking it.
She looks at me suspiciously. I wait for a minute or two, before one of my eyebrow arches up.
"What is it?" I ask, feeling her eyes linger on me while I scan the list.
"You were distracted."
A beat.
"Was I?" I ask, neatly crossing the empty box next to my name.
"Hell yes, Misaki! You were startled when Hinata asked you if you wanted to add something. Then you mumbled and said no." She makes an extravagant gesture, before turning back into her anxious and mindful state. "―Mumbled, Misaki! You never mumble."
Looking up at her, she's all wide eyed and frantic movements, and it's so ridiculous it tears a smile from me, despite all my reluctance.
"What are you spouting," I shake my head dismissively. Handing her back the pad, I lean down, checking the alcohol beverages. "I was just a bit tired," I downplay the elusive moment for mock-inattention.
"Puh-lease. I saw how you were eyeing him, and I know he totally looks like that cheeky guy in Gone With The Breeze," she says in a hushed whisper, fidgeting around. My heart stops a beat, before going full speed. Bending down, she whispers into my ear. "You know, your all-time crush."
I silently face the other way and wince as I'm crouched down, before clearing my face, standing up. "Oh, you remember that," I say passively.
"Of course. Who wouldn't..."
I hoped you wouldn't, actually.
"Right?" I laugh mirthlessly. "It's all in the past anyway. I was barely in high-school back then." And the reason why I actually liked the guys in the first place was because of his goddamn hands, Sakura. Not his looks. "I'm sure he grew up awfully. He must be what? 40-ish now?"
"Who cares? The Second Officer is his youthful image, Misaki! Plus, he's gorgeous! Did you see his eyes?... Emeralds! Do you often see green eyed blondes? Never! And it is downright stun-ning." She jumps a little in joy-fever, her almond eyes sparkling. Sakura has always been a sucker for gossip and romantic stuff. "Maybe even more than your... uh... Charles? Chris?..."
"Cillian. Cillian Delery."
"Oh," she frowns adorably. "See. You still remember the actor's name... Which sounds a bit girly, now that you mention it."
I can't help my mouth twisting up. "You're such a dork, Sakura." I pinch her cheek and she helplessly yelps softly. "Get to work, now. You're still missing Hana and Chiyo on the list. And hurry up, we're departing in about a half."
"Yesh-... Mishaki-shaaan..." She manages in my pinching grip, quickly fleeing as soon as I release her.
"Good Lord," I finally breathe to myself. The rest of the time passes in a blur. We are all busy doing security check-ups, putting the information leaflets where they ought to be, chilling all the sodas and beverages on time. Before I know it, the First Class guests are already welcomed on board, and things start to get even more hectic from there.
"Welcome on board," I hear from the entryway. "Your seat is on the left wing, please, continue this way."
"Hello," voices fuss over, and it comes with all kind of tones. Spontaneous or muttered, bored or excited; you'll get your share of hellos when you get to be a flight attendant. I step out of the meal room and head into the cabin, greeting the travelers and helping them out with their luggage.
The plane fills continuously and within the next half hour, most passengers are already seated whilst the rear-end of the plane is still loading. As I walk through the aisle, an old woman grabs my hand and I spin around effortlessly.
"Madam, how may I help you?" I ask politely, a pleasant smile plastered on my face.
She squints her eyes a bit. "I'm feeling a bit shaky..." she breathes and instantly, I grip her hand tighter.
"Hold on, I will fetch you some aspirin and a glass of water."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
I spin around and make my way towards the meal cabin. That's where we store the medical supplies. Reaching behind the curtain, I find Kei, another attendant refilling his beverage cart. I kind of like the white suit uniform on male gender.
"Business Class are such pricy rushers to get drunk," Kei moans dejectedly as he sees me. His hands are clutched around two chilled champaign bottles.
I chuckle, fishing out the medic box. "I sympathize. As for me, another early flight anxiety grandma."
He smirks, a big grin stretching his lips. "I'm trading anytime, Chief."
"No. Way. Keep them to yourself. I like my ladies here." I grin, heading out with the glass of water and the pill on a small platter. The old lady thank me effusively, and I keep being asked for help here and there. Eventually, I make it to the rear of the plane, where everyone's settled down obediently.
Fi-na-lly.
I cross the aisle back to the attendant corner and snatch the corded phone hanging on the wall.
"All set, Cap'. Make 'em fasten their belts before the children go seriously wild," I voice quietly, eyeing two little kids in the first seats row. They start to bicker at each other, and the little boy grips the girl's ponytail, making her squeak loudly. "Oh God... I feel like those two are going to be trouble," I mutter into the speaker.
A rich and suave laugh echoes through the phone. It's all sort of masculine and a shrill goes up my spine, drawing my attention back to the call.
That's definitely not Hinata.
"I'm afraid the Captain is not back from the restroom." He answers with amusement. "But I will put you out of your misery," he graces, and the seatbelt sign illuminates on the spot.
"Oh," I say dumbly after a pause. "Yes. ―Yes, of course. Er... Thank you."
I'm utterly embarrassed, but there's no way the Cabin Manager could get flustered over a mere voice, could it?
After all, I don't think he could pinpoint to who he's talking, right now. Or at least, I hope not. A flash of his hands gripping his captain's cap runs back across my mind, and I forcefully push it away. My pride is too high to let me fall that low. I really want to chuck the phone on impulse but somehow, I linger there, silently holding my breath for his next words.
"You're welcome."
And he cuts the call.
What did I expect?
I shake my head to recover my senses, before walking up to the distraught mother with the two little devils.
"So, you're bullying your sister, huh?" I crouch down at the little boy, and he smiles crookedly.
"She started it," he mumbles gloomily. The little sister is still crying in her mom's arms and her mother gives me a look full of compassion. I smile back, crouching down to the boy's level. Taking his hands between mines, I feel his soft skin and God, I had forgotten how children's hands were adorable.
I bet these hands feel better than his.
"Well, Someone else's poor behavior is not an excuse for your own, right?" I eventually reply. He pouts at my words and I swiftly wink at the mom. "So, do you want a drink or something? Soda? Orange juice?"
His face instantly lights up, and the little sister's sob stops mid-way as she perks up from her mother's hold.
"YAY!" They both shout in unison, their simplicity making me fully grin.
Ah... Children.
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Author's note:
Children can be so cute :3!
And so annoying too... Ugh!
Thanks for all the reviews! And here I thought the archive was slowly dying down, maybe I was wrong! :D (And glad to be!)
The chapters aren't long, but I'll will make it up with faster updates ^^ It's easier to do for my current time-sched, I hope you're alright with that!
PS: For Intentions' readers: I'll eventually update, but right now, I'm kind of stuck about it, so I hope you understand. I don't want to give the story a chapter I'm not myself satisfied with ^^"
