Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you enjoy the third part of the Miraculous Season 2. I am going to reiterate something I mentioned in the last story. I will try to incorporate new information into what I already have written, also I'm going to make one thing clear. Chloe will not be getting the Bee Miraculous, I had already planned to give it to someone else. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
In the city of Paris, the citizens of the city had gotten use to strange things. Akuma attacks that caused chaos, there was also the superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, who saved the day regularly. Not to mention a mayor who was more concerned with spoiling his daughter than doing his job.
However, the strangest thing was a secret only two people knew about. Under the Agreste mansion, home of the famous fashion designer Gabriel Agreste and his model son Adrien, was a secret room.
A rather large repository was situated under the house technically. In reality, the room was accessed by a secret elevator that went down and then to the side coming to rest in a nearby building.
It was a huge room with an arched ceiling, barely lit by lights along the side walls, with a small window letting in a beam of sunlight. A catwalk encompassed the length of the room down the middle. At the end of the walkway was a growing tree with grass growing. A large butterfly window similar to the one in Gabriel/Hawkmoth's lair rested on the wall behind the tree.
Lying in a clear coffin like container, was Emilie Agreste, Gabriel's wife and Adrien's missing mother. She wore a black blouse with a light pink jacket worn over it. On the coat was a brooch shaped like a flower with five petals with a pearl in the center can be seen. She also wore light pink business pants and black high heel shoes.
A smile was on her face as her blond hair lay on her right side next to her head. There was no sign of her body decaying. Rather she appeared to be like Snow White. The only difference was true loves kiss couldn't wake her up.
Since cryogenics hadn't successfully frozen a complete human without damage and real life stasis could only be achieved by being next to a black hole, the only reason Emilie hadn't begun decaying was by magical means. It was unclear what those magical means were considering Gabriel had never told Nathalie what he did to achieve this.
So Emilie Agreste slept unaware of the world around her. Inside her mind, was a different story. The effects of the magic allowed her to relive her memories and created a false reality, where she believed she was still living with her husband and son.
At that moment Emilie believed she was preparing for a roll in a new movie. She was practicing her lines with her son.
"A glorious day isn't it? I believe I've never seen such a beautiful morning."
The actress waited for her son to read the next part. After a few seconds she nudged her son. "Adrien, it's your turn to speak."
"Oh yeah, sorry." Clearing his throat he read his lines. "I've seen many beautiful mornings in my life. How is this one any different?"
"Because this morning my family watched the sunrise with me. Also, this morning, we sat together and ate a meal with one another. No calls from work or friends asking for help. Just a nice morning with my family all together. Can you picture anything more beautiful?"
"No I can't."
Someone started to clap and mother and son looked to the door where a smiling Gabriel stood. "Both of you are wonderful actors. Emilie, you don't even have to rehearse, you're a natural at this."
His wife blushed lightly before walking over to her husband and giving him a long kiss. She ignored Adrien, who was pretending to gag. "Just you wait Adrien. One day you'll meet your soulmate and do all this mushy stuff with them."
"When will that happen? It's not like I have many friends," Adrien replied in a terse voice.
"Adrien, don't you dare take that tone with your mother!"
Emilie thumped her husband's chest getting his attention. She looked at him then her son, who was trying not squirm under her gaze. "I know these last few months have been difficult on all of us. With me going to so many auditions and rehearsals, but we need to keep our heads on straight."
Motioning for her son to come over, she hugged him then brought all the families hands together. "You know I love you both very much and I would do anything for you two. Now I need you to do something for me."
Gabriel's hands tightened around his wife's giving her a reassuring squeeze. "What is your wish my beloved?"
Emilie narrowed her eyes slightly as she shifted her stance to look a bit taller and bolder. "I need you to take a break every day from your designing to spend time with your family. I understand how important this new fashion line is too you, but our family is important as well."
The fashion designer pulled on the collar of his shirt and looked a bit embarrassed. Emilie was truly amazing when she spoke. Despite her talking to him in a gentle and firm tone, he knew her well enough to tell, she being very sharp with him. He apologized and promised to make the family more of a priority.
Smiling, she told Adrien to look her in the eyes. She stroked his face as she spoke. "I understand you are lonely Adrien. It's not easy being home schooled is it?"
Adrien scratched the back of his head. "I'm just bored of being in the house all the time. I'm barely allowed to go outside in the yard. I just want something more."
Emilie assured her son it wouldn't be like this much longer. "I'm in the process of enrolling you in the nearby college. It will take a few more days, but soon you'll be able to spend your days making friends."
Adrien's eyes lit up and he let out whoop of delight. Gabriel almost remarked on his behavior, but wisely kept his mouth shut with a glare from his wife.
"Nathalie has promised to take you school supply shopping tomorrow. I wish we could come, but I have to be at the set tomorrow and your father has an investors meeting, but we'll both be there to escort you to your first day of public school."
As she watched her son run off to his room to start researching public schooling, she giggled at the frightened expression on her husband's face. "Relax Gabriel. I know you are paranoid of something bad happening, but I really believe this is what's best for Adrien."
"Is it wrong to be protective of my family? You know I just want the best for both of you."
"I know that and so does Adrien, but you have to remember something. Without risk you don't really experience life. Ugh, I have a headache, I'm going to go lie down."
Out in the real world the school day had just ended and Marinette was heading to art classroom. After school the art room stayed open for anyone who wanted to express their creativity. It was a fun place with plenty of supplies for all kinds of different art.
Hiding beneath the stairs, writing in a journal was a student from Ms. Mendeleiev's class. His name was Marc Anciel. He had short black hair, emerald green eyes and was a bit on the short side.
He wore a red hooded jacket with white edges near the zipper and a white section on the back of the hood. Underneath was a multi-colored rainbow shirt. He also had on black fingerless gloves, ripped dark grey jeans with silver studs along the pockets and around the waist with a silver buckle, and black boots. His nails were painted black and he has a black choker around his neck.
Marc was a member of the local LGBTQIA+ club. France, was one of the most gay friendly countries, being one of the first to legalize marriage between same sex couples, and allow people to legally change their gender without the need of gender reassignment surgery. Paris was the most gay friendly city in the entire country!
He identified as gender fluid and bisexual. He was very proud of the fact he could be himself at school, but also very shy and self-conscious about his creative writing, fearing people would make fun of him. So for the time being Marc had only a few friends.
Marinette stopped when she saw Marc hiding. "Hey Marc, how are you doing?"
The boy jumped a little causing his head to bang against the stairs. "Ouch! Oh, that's going to leave a bump."
"You want me to look at it? I know first aid."
Marc waved her off. "It's fine. So what are you still doing here after school?"
"I'm going to the art room. I need to work on some of my design sketches and the art room has the special colored pencils I need. You should come, I'm sure the others would love to read your writing."
Marc started to protest only to be dragged up the stairs and into the classroom by Marinette. In the room, Rose was listening to music as she wrote lyrics, Alix was using spray cans to create graffiti on a canvas. Juleka was creating jewelry in the back.
The art teacher was looking over some illustrations Nathanial had done. He was drawing himself as the Mighty Illustrator, (his akuma form with a name change), and Ladybug fighting Dark Cupid.
"Very well done Nathanial. The details are amazing. Have you ever thought about doing a comic book?"
The redhead said no. He had a talent for art, but was horrible when it came to writing. That was the exact moment, Marinette came in with Marc. "Hi everyone. I want you to all meet Marc."
The art teacher welcomed him to the club. Marc's eyes darted about nervously until he noticed Nathanial's art. He walked over and looked at the illustrations.
"Your pictures are amazing. I've seen some of them on the school website, but in person there even better. They look so realistic!"
"Thanks. It's nice to know someone appreciates my talent. What about you? What's your talent?"
Marc blushed and stammered, "Not no nothing spe speci special. I got to ge get going. Bye!" The shy boy ran out of the classroom dropping his journal as he went.
Marinette retrieved the journal to give back to Marc. Unsure where he went, she decided to look in the journal to see if there was a home address to return it to. What she found was something different. "The Diary of Ladybug? I wonder what's this is about."
"Marinette, it's not nice to snoop in other people's things," Tikki reminded her charge.
"I'm only going to look at a few pages. I just want to know why Marc's carrying this around."
She went to the girl's bathroom and hid in a stall as she started to read the journal. Tikki was annoyed, but also a little curious. Floating up she started reading the pages as well. The story inside was amazing, even if a few things were wrong.
After finish reading it, Marinette found Marc hiding in the locker room. He was frantically searching his backpack. "I think this is what you're looking for," she said as she held out the journal.
Marc grabbed the journal and kept his head down. "You probably thought the story was silly."
Marinette shook her head and told him how much she enjoyed it. She encouraged him to team up with Nathaniel to write a comic together. Marc was very hesitant.
"What if he doesn't like it? He's such a good artist and I don't want to mess this up."
"All you can do is give it a try. I'm sure both of you will do great work together."
Marc couldn't find the courage to give his journal to Nathanial, so he asked if she could give it to him and not tell him he wrote it. She agreed as long as he met with Nathanial after he read it to discuss their partnership. He agreed to it.
A few hours later, Marinette was running for her life from Marc, who had been akumatized into the Reverser, because of a misunderstanding between him and Nathanial, who thought the journal had really been Ladybug's diary, and not a story.
Reverser had a checkerboard patterned outfit. The left side of the outfit had solid black markings, like on the upper head, arm, fingers, chest, torso, and leg. On his the side, the lower head, palm, teeth and half of a circle on the chest are black. As he rode on his massive paper airplane he threw small black ones at Marinette shouting that he would reverse her for what she had done for him.
"You're going to pay for your tricks Marinette! I'm going to reverse you so no one will fall for your tricks again."
Marinette dodged to the side and ran towards the carousal in the park. Maybe she could take cover long enough to transform. Suddenly she stumbled and hit the ground scraping her arms up.
Reverser hovered over her smirking at her. "That's right, you're place is on the ground. Now prepared to be reversed."
A silver baton flew in the air, striking the paper airplane causing the Reverser's aim to be off. The black paper airplane smashed into a tree. "Hey Reverser, mind if I play with your toy?" Chat Noir asked as he landed on the edge of the fountain.
Seizing the chance, Marinette dashed off, while her partner played dodgeball with Reverser. Once he saw she was safe, the witty kitty taunted the Reverser. "Did you know cats can see color? We don't have black and white vision like dumb dogs!"
"Why you, I'm going turn you into a dumb dog!" Reverser flew after Chat Noir as he headed to the river. He hoped the Akuma wouldn't risk his ride getting soggy and falling apart.
Meanwhile Marinette had transformed into Ladybug and was searching the city for the Akuma. "I can't believe this happened because of me. I have to fix this." Swinging through the air, she saw the people on the streets acting weird. Officer Rogers was stealing from a bank, bus drivers sped, and business owners were giving away their wares for free.
"Where are you Reverser?" Ladybug wondered. Landing on a rooftop, she opened her yo-yo and brought up the news feed. Nadja Chamack was broadcasting the latest attack. She mentioned the Reverser had been spotted near the Louvre Museum.
She took off in that direction. As she got closer, she saw Reverser hovering over the entrance, where Nathanial and Alix had been cornered, by Chat Noir. Something was off about him. His green eyes were no longer bright, but a very dark green. In one hand he had his claws out over Alix's face and Cataclysm in the other to take out Nathanial.
Whipping her yo-yo around and she hit her partner on the head. He turned and roared at her. He lunged and nearly got her with his Cataclysm. "Chat Noir stop it! What has gotten into you?"
Reverser laughed in amusement. "Chat Noir is no longer your partner Ladybug. He's mine now. Chat Noir, get her Miraculouses now!"
Chat Noir drew back his clawed hand and took a big swipe at her. Ladybug blocked the attack with her arms and slipped around her partner. He did a low sweep knocking her off her feet. She managed to catch herself and push off with both hands, going over his head.
He threw a punch on her left while coming at her with a Cataclysm right hook, she barely managed to avoid. Chat Noir wouldn't give up constantly pushing her back. Ladybug dove between his legs and shouted, "Lucky Charm!"
A roll of bamboo fell into her arms. "What can I use this for?" Something pinched her back. Turning her head up, she saw Reverser arms folded together. An evil grin appeared on his two toned face.
"You're Lucky Charm isn't going to help you. I made it so you can't figure out how to use it!"
Shocked, Ladybug looked around and realized nothing was coming to her mind about what to do. Nothing was highlighted in spots! "Oh no!"
Her partner was approaching her, ready to destroy the Lucky Charm, to ensure she didn't get any ideas. Desperately she rolled the bamboo to Alix and Nathanial. "It's up to you two!"
Alex and Nathanial's eyes widened. What could they do with a bamboo roll in the next five minutes? "Come one Nathanial, we need to try something." Alix grabbed her friend's hand and dragged him towards the battle.
"What are we doing exactly?" the boy asked confused. Alix didn't tell him as she used the bamboo roll to entrap the redhead inside. "Alix?"
"Get him to come to you and I'll do the rest," she snapped.
"Hey Reverser over here! You're only going to get one shot at me before you snatch the Miraculouses. I'm completely trapped. Why don't you take your revenge now?" Nathanial called out in a cocky tone that didn't match his expression. He really hoped Alix knew what she was doing.
"Don't mind if do!" Reverser's ride flew down towards Nathanial at an angle. He was preparing a black airplane to take his revenge, when suddenly he fell to the ground, cutesy of Alix jumping up and ripping part of his ride.
Reverser landed on the ground and tumbled over and over until he hit the entrance. "Ladybug, get the Akuma!" Alix yelled.
Ladybug snagged the tainted butterfly and purified it. Once it was free she used Miraculous Ladybug to revert everything back to normal. Chat Noir was able to regain his sense before he used Cataclysm on his partner, instead he strucka nearby garbage can causing it to turn to dust.
"Are you okay My Lady?"
She nodded her head and walked over to the boys. "I'm pretty sure what caused this wasn't what you thought it was. I think someone was trying to bring you two together to work on something. I hope whatever that is, you two are able to accomplish this."
In the UN Building in New York, the five permanent members of the Security Council were performing a performance review with Peace Keeper. Every year she had to be evaluated to determine what areas she could improve on and her mission success rate.
"You have had phenomenal success rate this year, although we had to perform a few cover ups when you went out in the open during two missions in my country. I want to know if there was another way you could have resolved the mission without exposing yourself," the French Representative asked.
Peace Keeper stood straight and tall, her arms folded against her body. "Sir, when I saved President Hollis, the local forces and his personal task force were ready to kill an innocent man who was under the influence of another.
If I had not moved in when I did to defuse the situation, President Hollis would have been killed along with the civilian. Only by working together with the local heroes was I able to succeed in the mission.
As for the second incident, it was imperative the local police force had their hands on a profile of the criminal Hawkmoth. I saw an opportunity to engage the subject to better establish his motives and save the teenager's life.
There was no other way to do what needed to be done from the shadows. I am aware of my indiscretions and have taken steps to prevent further revilement of myself."
"Your answer is acceptable for now. Don't let it happen again."
Next up was the Chinese Representative who had a pinched face. "I'm under the impression you have managed to successfully create smaller peace keeping forces, who follow your commands instead of this council. Also, instead of following the established rules for the Blue Berets, they work as a covert surveillance team, which undermines this council's mission. Explain yourself."
"The President of the Security Council at the time agreed to let me create covert peace keeping teams, as long I directed them and informed this council of their actions.
While covert, their main mission is simple. Assist their countries to help end violations of both human rights and UN regulations. For example, my team in Yemen is currently attempting to persuade President Abdrabbuh Mansure Hadi, to allow UN Peacekeepers to bring food and clean water, to the citizens of the country to resolve the famine and fight the massive outbreak of cholera.
I understand your concern and I have never given them orders to act against their countries. All I have done is ask them to perform a civic duty and relayed their activities to you, so you can decide what actions need to be taken."
The Chinese Representative was not entirely happy with her answer and wrote notes down about her response to discuss later with his colleagues. The next representative that spoke was the Russian one.
"Each of your identities have a well established background, which has been backstopped for all official channels. Recently, it has come to our attention you are trying to create a new identity without prior approval. Care to explain?"
Peace Keepers lips formed a thin line. Her micro body language signal changed. The Security Council didn't pick it up, but she was subtlety indicating her displeasure at the question.
"Sir, the identity of Ning Sun, is the identity I have created for myself. I know I don't officially exist. I also know my purpose for creation has to remain a secret. I can no longer accept being called by my mission name. I wanted to have a personal name and I have picked one.
This identity is not meant to be used in missions. I only used the name once and nobody followed up on it. I also purged any mention of this name for the one time I used it. I simply want to be called by a real name."
The Russian Representative nodded and agreed that the council would allow her to keep her name as long as she didn't use it in public. Satisfied, the young woman turned her attention to the two female Representatives from Great Britain and the USA.
The two Representatives questioned her thoroughly about her commitment to the UN, as well as her future intentions. They were very troubled with her numerous trips to Paris to visit her first peacekeeping team.
Ning responded by telling them Paris was like a second home to her, but she would never stay there permanently. Her first priority was to the world and she intended to keep doing her job. She would never let herself get distracted enough to forget her objective.
That seemed to assure the last two members who were assessing her performance. They five permanent members went over her responses and gave their opinions. At last they reached a consensus.
The French Representative addressed Ning. "While your recent behavioral changes are concerning, we are none the less impressed by your record and have continued to serve your purpose. We ask that you are more open in the future about your teams, as well as taking more steps to avoid exposure. You are dismissed for now."
Ning gave a curt nod to the five of them. Turning on her heels, she started to head back to her private bunker home below the building. I need to be extremely careful the next time I'm in Paris, she thought to herself.
Gabriel Agreste was a man of great impeccability. He worked conscientiously perfecting his designs and paid strong attention to details when it came to promoting his business. He was very proud of how accomplished his son was and loved him deeply, even if he wasn't always able to show it.
Yes as a business man, fashion designer, and father were the images he portrayed, but there was also a darker streak inside him. He was also obsessive, cunning, and manipulative. He had thought out a magical means to awaken his wife from her limbo state. Instead of trying to ask the other Miraculous wielders for help, he had become a villain, in order to steal the other Miraculouses in order to bring about his selfish wish.
So far, he had tried several different methods to obtain the other magical jewelry. He had experimented to create stronger akumas. He done hours of research to find out more about the Miraculouses and the people who protected them. He had practiced for hours gaining further control over his special ability.
Months had passed with him no closer to his goal. It was time to create an end game plan that would finally secure the Miraculous so he could make his wish without interference from meddlesome heroes.
Nooroo looked at his master and grew greatly distressed. Gabriel hadn't talked to him in three days. That could only mean one thing. He was thinking over how to phrase his words so he could get answers to his questions. The little kwami was never so glad the spell cast on him which prevent him from revealing the names of their wielders or give away too much information about the Guardians and their secrets.
Gabriel looked out the window in his lair and then back at his kwami, his hands held behind this back, his back straight, and thinned lips. "Shall we begin Nooroo?"
"Begin what Master?"
"No playing coy with me Nooroo! I need to review what I know and find out everything I can about the other Miraculouses and this Guardian and Apprentice, so I will be prepared for my end game." He plucked the butterfly like being from the air and pinched his wings. "You will tell me what I want to know or there will be serious consequences understood?"
Nooroo nodded his head furiously. He knew he was in for mistreatment later because he wouldn't be able to speak of everything Gabriel would want to know. "What would you like to know first?"
"I would like a recap of your title, abilities, and the powers you grant. Begin now."
"My title has changed over the years. Some have called me the Kwami of Transmission, creativity, empathy. None describe me accurately. My abstract is inspiring and making dreams a reality. So you could call me the Kwami of Inspirational Dreams," the butterfly said quietly. Saying those words made him proud of himself.
"As for my abilities, you're familiar with them. I can levitate, phase through things and transform you into a hero, I mean, super villain. Your offensive power is creating your champions and your defensive power is Chrysalis, which can be used to protect yourself or trap an enemy to give you time to get away. Your special ability is empathy, which allows you to find people you can use to create champions.
There are limits to your power. You can only create one champion at a time, if you are wearing my Miraculous at the same time you make yourself a champion, you risk letting that identity take you over completely. Be careful of the oaths you make because they can have unintended consequences on others. In rare cases if you are incapacitate, a person with a strong positive bond can with you can temporarily use the Miraculous in your stead."
Gabriel nodded as he double checked his notes. The part about the oaths and rare case use, were slightly new to him. He was still trying to understand them. If he was in trouble, he wanted to be able to pass on some protection to Adrian.
"I need a review of what the Kwami Charms are and how are they used. Can I steal yours back to regain my full power? Do you know how to recreate one?"
Nooroo was hesitant to respond. He couldn't reveal as much as his Master wanted without feeling the blowback from the spells cast on him. "The Kwami Charms contain a tenth of our power, to train potential wielders or apprentices, to determine if they are a good match for a particular Miraculouses. They can also be used to defend items related to the Miraculouses. To use one is matter of forming a close bond with the corresponding kwami."
Thank they mage I don't have to reveal any of the other secret abilities of the Kwami Charms, Nooroo thought to himself. It would be very dangerous to reveal how the charms could communicate with other Kwamiis. Worse, if his master figured out how to use them to temporarily turn Nooroo into his master.
Taking a deep breath, he reminded Gabriel that he couldn't create a new Kwami Charm, as his was still in existence, and even if it wasn't, he had no knowledge on how to create one. He also pointed out that Peace Keeper had bonded with his charm, and taking it from her wouldn't change anything.
After that Gabriel's questions were getting harder to answer as he felt his wings start to burn. His master demanded information about the book he had in his possession, wanting to be absolutely sure Nooroo couldn't translate it.
A vein appeared to throb on his head upon hearing once more Nooroo couldn't translate the codes or go into great detail about the duties of the Great Guardian or how an apprenticeship worked. "I could teach you about first aid for me. Since I don't know where the Great Guardian is, if I get sick, it will be up to you to heal me."
Gabriel tsked at the notion. "Perhaps another time. You have given me plenty to think about. I will be asking more questions later. For now, I need to work on an upcoming fashion show. Let's go."
With his wings still slightly burning, Nooroo floated over to his master, slid into his pocket and kept silent as Gabriel left his lair and returned to the house downstairs. I wish someone would free me of this the little butterfly thought to himself.
In another part of the city the Great Guardian was busy with a client. The person had too much tension in their body. "You need to relax and let your energies flow naturally."
"It is difficult to relax in this city if you haven't noticed," the client replied calmly. He took a deep breath and relaxed as Master Fu placed some acupuncture needles on his back, letting the energies flow more naturally.
"Even with troubles all around us, it is important to take care of yourself. How else will you find happiness?"
The client grunted and allowed the acupuncture session to continue.
While this was going on inside the residential area Honorra and Wayzz sat on the windowsill looking at the city below. Both had been really quiet the last week.
When Master Fu had promised to let the Kwamiis from the other Miraculous Circles, wake up and stretch out a bit, Honorra had hoped her Circle would be out about quickly. So far though, no Circle had been allowed out and it had been almost three weeks since Peace Keeper had been returned to the USA.
"Do you think the Guardian will let my siblings out anytime soon?" the little magpie asked cautiously.
"Perhaps. I know he is very anxious about doing it too soon. These past few weeks have resulted in stronger and more dangerous Akumas. Neither of us are sure what it means, but as long as he has Nooroo, we're still in danger. In his life he's learned to best method to dealing with a problem is to sit and wait."
"I guess there is something to be said about living to 186 years, but I still don't believe it's just because of a healthy life style. Having one doesn't mean you get to live this long."
Wayzz chuckled and assured her, his characteristic had affected his wielder, but Fu's healthy life style was a contributing factor to his old age. "I sense there is something else on your mind. Is there something you want to talk about?"
The little kwami started to groom her feathers, trying to avoid the issue. Wayzz waited patiently knowing Honorra would speak when she was ready. He didn't have to wait long.
At last, Honorra gestured for her "cousin" to follow her over to the computer. She powered it up and instead of going to her typical websites to view videos or learn more about the world, she clicked on the college website, went to Ms. Bustier's biography and blew up a picture of her class.
Wayzz was puzzled. "Why are you looking at Marinette and Adrien's class photo? I thought you memorized her classmates name and appearances."
"I have Wayzz," Honorra replied softly. Rubbing her little paw/hands together she admitted something. "I'm looking for a wielder."
The turtle blinked his eyes several times. He couldn't have just heard what he thought he heard. "A wielder? Honorra, we're trying to prevent Hawkmoth from learning about more Miraculouses remember? Besides, you still haven't recovered enough to enter your Miraculous safely. You have months left to heal."
Honorra huffed, her tail feathers puffed up. "I'm tired of feeling useless Wayzz. The only time I haven't felt helpless was when we helped stop Captain Hardrock's boat. I had a purpose."
Wayzz admitted it felt good to help again. These days Master Fu only transformed if it was absolutely necessary. He didn't mind the occasional transformation because of how much he loved his wielder.
"I know what you mean. I have missed helping out and fulfilling my purpose. It was incredible to transform with a new wielder when Ning used me that one time." He then shook his head and added he was content to wait until Ning was ready to use him full time.
"Maybe you are content, but I'm not. I just can't relax after everything that has occurred. I may not have a wielder now, but if Marinette and Adrien, need help again, like they did with Sapotis, I at least want to find someone who could use my powers to help."
Knowing nothing was going to deter the magpie when she was this determined, he told her to at least keep her research on the down low. She could discuss it with Master Fu after she pulled together enough facts to make her argument.
Honorra agreed and went back to the school website. She wanted to learn as much as she could about Marinette's class. "I know a potential wielder is in this class. I just have to find them."
Later that day, Master Fu was preparing a snack for himself and the Kwamiis. He had closed his business and was preparing to do more research in the Miraculous Book, hoping to find more information to help in the search for Nooroo.
"I have some baby carrots dipped in some dressing to add some taste for you Wayzz. I made songpyeon for you Honorra, I hope I made it right. For myself, I will be enjoying some prawn crackers."
"Thank you for the snack Master Fu," Honorra replied.
"Yes, it always fun to try new recipes with our favorite foods."
Master Fu started to say their thanks were not necessary, when he went inelastic. His eyes had a glazed look to them and he was staring off into the distance.
"Master Fu? Master? MASTER FU!" Wayzz started to panic when his wielder wouldn't respond.
"Is he having a seizure?" Honorra asked anxiously. She had been reading about advances in medicine on the Internet and had come across an article about seizures. "Should we do something?"
Wayzz shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to do at the moment. All he could do was rub his paw/hands together hoping his friend would come out of the seizure unscathed.
Two minutes later Fu blinked his eyes and sat down on the floor. He had a terrible headache. The two Kwamiis swarmed him asking repeatedly if he was okay.
"I'm fine, please stop worrying."
"Master you just had a seizure! How can I relax when your health is at risk?"
Fu held out his hand and Wayzz landed. The old man brought his little friend up to cheek and rubbed it against the kwami calming him down. "I know it was scary, but I didn't have a seizure. I was having a vision."
Honorra squawked in disbelief. Turtles didn't get visions. Only Duusu's wielders had them and she was lost. All they knew for certain was she in close proximity to Nooroo.
Seeing the kwami's disbelief, Fu revealed what he believed had happened. "I believe that our friend Duusu is attempting to awaken herself from her dormancy. She is calling out for my help to awaken her properly."
"Duusu's special ability has always been a bit unpredictable. If anyone could figure out a way to contact others while dormant it is my "sister."
"What is she the kwami again? I thought it was Healing, but the book says Summoning."
Master Fu explained that Duusu was the Kwami of Inner Strength, the kind used to heal a person inside and out. She also could summon a person's inner guide to aid them. Thus, her having both titles.
"The vision I received was a warning." He closed his eyes recalling the events he saw. "There were dozens of red colored akumas flying around turning previous victims back to villains. I saw Ladybug and Chat Noir running for their lives, with both enemies and friends chasing them."
"An impending battle, we must prepare everyone so the vision doesn't come true."
Master Fu nodded to his kwami and got back up. There was much to do to prevent Hawkmoth from winning.