A/N: I hope you, my fair reader, have enjoyed Chapter One of my story. It is with great pleasure I bring to you…The second chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, or Ouran High School Host Club (I made a subtle allusion).
"Ah, We will make our commander immensely proud, isn't that right, Nigel?" A young woman aged 16 with a blue-greenish bowl haircut addressed her twin brother as she checked her watch. It was ten thirty in the morning; Day One on the DeLuca.
"Oh, yes, indeed so, Angelique." Nigel stated with confidence as he ran his slender fingers through a blue-green hairdo almost identical to his sister's, only with a bit less flair.
Strange enough, this was their natural hair color unlike most members of the crime syndicate Team Galactic. Their position in the team was that of a higher-up peon—stuck in the middle between a Grunt and Commander. Being of a high ranking, Nigel and Angelique were entrusted with watching over the grunts with a stern, silent eye…or four. To carry out their mission, they could not get caught by the security that was rumored to be quite tough to evade. This required undercover disguises.
"But…in order to please Commander Mars, must I have to dress in this unbearably…girly fashion? It's quite bad enough I have to wear your bra…" Nigel trailed off as soon as he met Angelique's cold and cruel glare. "…your blouse. I disdain this blouse with a burning passion, yes, that's right…" He sighed to himself. "I don't even know how you get one of these bloody things on…" He muttered to himself as he struggled with his costume. The things he did for love.
"Please, spare me of your griping. Once we get a hefty promotion you won't be complaining anymore. Well, you can just go ahead and call me Commander Venus!" Angelique giggled lightly as she fantasized herself seizing a position of power, and hopefully leaving the unfashionable hoop skirt peon uniform behind her.
"Your behavior mirrors that of a Commander Uranus…" Nigel snorted and pulled on his knee high socks and mary-jane shoes. His sister had tricked him into dressing in a school girl uniform to match with her own costume. They were supposed to charade as two students that had won the tickets due to their high marks in class. "I really don't know how this is going to help us score points with the bosses…" Was shaving his legs really worth a job promotion?
"I still don't know why you made me dress like this, woman." Nigel said in protest, trying to sneak his way back into a normal male's uniform. At least it would cover his oddly silky smooth legs. "We have to have the perfect disguise," Angelique started off as she put her short hair into two little pigtails. They were just large enough to obtain the cute factor she was aiming for. "Also, I've heard the schoolgirl costume works beautifully."
"Yeah, it works for girls." The male half of the couple grumbled, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Angelique always told him he had somewhat of a feminine build; and a soft face. Nigel just never thought she would use it against him. "Can I just pretend to be the sick sister asleep in the cabin?"
"You can't steal Pokémon when you're sick, my brother. Now clip this in your hair." Angelique didn't wait for a response, and pinned two pink barrettes in her brother's hair. "Perfect. You can be the tomboyish sister. Let's get going." She held the cabin door open for her companion and made a remark with a smirk. "Ladies first, my dear."
The twins stood beside each other; looking almost like a reflection of one another. They wore black Mary-Jane shoes one white knee high socks. Their uniforms consisted of a crème collared blouse with a crimson red-and-green plaid pleated skirts that ended just above the knee. Angelique wore a navy blue sweater vest over her blouse and a short girl's tie, colored a green deeper than a pea.
Her brother had dropped the sweater vest for a longer black tie which he wore loosely around his neck. His skirt was a little shorter, by about an inch. Nigel also wore blue rubber bracelets around his wrists, and two band-aids—one on his right cheek and one on his left knee. Both Angelique and Nigel had small black backpacks with an ornate yellow "G" for their fake school, Global Academy.
"I feel like such a fool, Angelique." Nigel said in a hushed voice, hoping not to blow his cover. "I look just like one of those girls in your manga books…" He sighed to himself as he and Angelique walked around the ship, exploring their surroundings.
"Hey, look at that trainer over there!" Nigel's sister directed his eyes to a rather ace looking trainer. "He looks like he's tough. We should definitely go after his pokémon, but…We could get discovered and turned in easily. Then Miss Mars will make me bid goodbye to my sweet, sweet, Robelia…" Angelique would even shed a tear at the thought of losing her beloved Roselia.
"Yes…Might I suggest making friends with the boy?" Nigel piped an idea and started to casually make his way towards the trainer, motioning for Angelique to follow suit. He as well would not enjoy the idea of his prized Scyther being hauled away as a punishment for his foolish actions.
"I cannot believe I'm doing this. He looks so young to me." Angelique said under her breath as she strolled over as well. The things she did for love.
"Ah, you, over there!" The girl called out to the green headed boy. Angelique showed off a bit of her teeth in a girlish smile and waved at him. Nigel rolled his eyes and leaned back onto a random corridor wall.
"You mean me?" He blinked twice and pointed his thumb onto his chest. "Hey there." He chuckled lightly and awkwardly waved back.
He's not so ace for cool trainer, now that I see it. Easy as pie. I can see through his façade and right into his small-town-boy self. Angelique smiled at her inner victory. "Hey, you look like a pokémon trainer. I can see it in your eyes." She started off to find a common interest. "Oh silly me, I haven't introduced myself! My name is Angelique, and this is my sister Nichelle." She looked in Nigel's direction, whom was obviously not pleased with his nickname. However, he was masquerading as Elle, the tomboyish sister of Angelique. "Hello." He said in a high voice. He didn't sound too fake...did he? "What's your name, trainer-boy?" Angelique asked casually.
"I'm Beck Medoko." He introduced himself politely to the couple. "I'd like to hang out with you two sometimes. I'm sorry, but right now I was about to go meet a friend of mine, maybe I'll catch some breakfast or something…"
"May we…go with you?" Nigel asked quietly. "I mean, if it's alright with you."
Beck looked up at the "girl". He thought the barrettes looked cute on her. "Um, I don't know. I'm kind of late." Beck looked down at his feet, then up at Nichelle again. "Sorry. I'll see you around, then."
Angelique's smile lost its shine, and was now was about as faulty as painted rocks. "Oh, I suppose you're right then. Mister Medoko. The cruise is a week long, and the fun is just beginning."