Authors' Note:
This account is shared by Clockwork's Apprentice and Spawn of Nerdom's. Third Person is written by both of us. Carmen's POV will be written by CWA and Gemeni's POV will be written by SoN.
~The Nerdlings
Title: Trouble In Japan
Summary/idea: When a villain is spotted in Japan, more specially near Ouran Academy, Fury sends the team in undercover at that school in search of that villain where they meet none other than... The Host Club. Looks like their mission just got ten times more complicated.
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rated: T
Disclaimer: We do not own nor claim Ultimate Spiderman. We do not own nor claim Ouran High School Host Club. We do own OCs (Carmen belongs to Clockwork's Apprentice and Gemeni is Spawnofnerdom's. Draken is CWA's and SoN's)
Prologue:
Carmen:
I wondered just when we would get our next mission. It has been getting a little bit dull around New York lately. It was always the same- bad guy showed (usually the Sinister Six or something), we kicked bad guy ass, game over. I just... thrived for something more I guess- something different.
We were all currently at the helicarrier, sitting around the table. I fiddled with the red sash around my waist impatiently. I saw my sister, Gemeni, look over at me sternly- a single to stop whatever I was doing. Grumbling slightly, I stopped fidgeting and instead I started to tap on the desk slightly.
"Make her stop," Nova groaned and I chose to ignore his normal complaining.
"Stop," Gemeni snapped, "Really Carmen?"
"It's Umbra," I corrected, "We're in uniform."
We were in uniform. I had on my ninja mask that covered my entire head, but still left my pure black eyes (When I was using my powers anyway) visible. The long black sleeves of my top went all the way to my wrist and under my red fingerless gloves. The top wasn't actually a top. It was actually a sort-of dress that went mid-thigh and I had my red sash around my waist.
Gemeni (Also known as Zodiac) wore her uniform too, though it's much of a uniform. She just wore a simple black top and black shorts with no shoes since they got in her way.
I rolled my eyes and she just chose to ignore my comment. Though I did stop tapping the desk. It was just too silent- well, it was for me. Peter and Sam were arguing while Ava tried to break it up. Luke and Danny were talking about something or another. Gemeni was occupying herself with her sketch book, however, I was left totally bored out of my mind.
I mindlessly misshaped a few shadows in the room and a wicked grin went across my face. I used Sam's shadow to pull out his chair. Sam fell to the ground,
"Hey!"
I smirked slightly in amusement.
"Team," Coulson greeted as he walked in.
Finally, I thought as I sat up a bit straighter, some good news.
"We have some news about Draken."
Okay- not so good news. Draken was my worst enemy. He was suave, charming, devilish, and evil- and of course, he was also hot and our age. Though, none of that mattered since he was totally evil and gone off the deep end. Still, I haven't fought him in a while so I was a bit nervous.
"He's been spotted in Japan," Coulson informed us, "According to our sources, he's planning to bomb a school."
We all tensed slightly.
"Why," I hissed, "Just because he kept getting kicked out doesn't mean he should blow the place up."
Coulson gave me a look that showed he didn't find my joke that funny.
"We're not sure, however, we do know which schools are possible targets. You all are to go undercover at those schools and find Draken."
"What about Aunt May," Peter asked.
"Your aunt will think you have been accepted into a temporary exchange program- at least, that's the cover story. I expect you to brush up on your Japanese."
He turned to leave, but I growled,
"Aren't you forgetting something? What about the schools?"
"You, your sister, Iron Fist, and Power Man are to go undercover at Ouran Academy while Spiderman, White Tiger, and Nova are to go undercover at Ouran Public High School. I wish you luck and remember, practice your Japanese."
I crossed my arms with a scowl. Ouran Academy? It sounds a bit too fancy. Damn it, I hope there's not a uniform.
Gemeni:
"Hey, hey, hey, hey," I said as I continued to poke Luke.
Currently, we were in a tiny private jet, which I hated. It wasn't the flying that bothered me. It was my claustrophobia. So to pass the time I was poking Luke, who was starting to get really annoyed, which made me a bit satisfied.
"What," he growled.
I knew he wasn't really all that angry, just a little annoyed, but in my opinion, he should be used to it by now. With my ADD and ADHD I got bored really fast.
"Hi."
He swatted at me, and I dodged with ease, but fell over my own feet and tumbled onto Nova, who was playing a video game.
"Hey!" He protested, "My dragon eggs!"
I gave him a sheepish smile as I pulled my long calico hair out of my face. Usually it was in a braid, but despite how hyper I always was, I was also extremely lazy sometimes.
"Sorry," I said super innocently, which he always fell for.
I purred, literally, as he scratched me behind my cat ears.
I rolled off of his lap and went over to Peter, who was having trouble with his Japanese. I sat down criss-cross apple sauce in front of him and took his flash cards. Believe it or not, through my hyper childish self I was actually really smart, and was fluent in a few random languages.
Over the course of the ride I helped Peter. Not only was it helping him, but it was also helping me with the small enclosed space. I was just glad-and relieved-when we finally landed. I grabbed my luggage and literally jumped out of the door, using my amazing acrobatic skills (And Luke, because what's an acrobat without a spring board) and landed more gracefully than earlier.
"SWEET FRESH AIR!" I yelled to no one in particular.
I glanced over at Carmen, who had put on a black hoodie, with the hood up, despite it being kind of warm. I stuck my tongue out at her, but she didn't notice. She was to busy talking to Ava about different means of controlling her powers and stuff.
"Sweet pad," I said as we entered our temporary home. The rest of the team nodded in agreement. Luke even whistled.
"Room claiming time!" I cheered, but before I could run down the hall Coulson stopped me.
"Damn it," I muttered. He glared at my use of French, but I just ignored him.
"You have all been assigned your own rooms. Girls are on the west wing, boys are on the east wing. They are suited to you and your personalities. Also, unless you are in school or working on a mission, you will be in the training room from five to nine. Curfew is eleven pm. Don't be late."
With that he was gone. I watched as the boys went towards their wing and decided to follow Ava and Carmen to our rooms.
A couple minutes later I was flopped down on the wide bed. To me, it fit me perfectly. The bed sheets were midnight blue-my favorite color, and everything had a faint smell of peppermint. In one corner was a chalkboard almost as tall as Luke, and it had a built in tray for the chalk and eraser.
I opened the closet, only to find two ugly yellow dresses. I made my claws slightly longer than they already were and slowly ran them through the dress.
"Look at that," I gasped, "The uniform was magically torn to shreds."
I smirked and walked over to the mini fridge that had jelly, milk, some fish, and soda, and on top of the cooler was peanut butter. I licked my lips.
Yum.