She sat perched on the edge of the building scoping out the city. Her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail flowed with the passing breeze.

Tonight seemed like it was going to be a quiet night, but Elise could feel a hint of distress emanating somewhere through the vast crowd.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine where the source of the feelings were coming from. She then opened her eyes to see a small child running into a nearby alleyway. Behind her, a large man came plundering after, like an animal set on capturing their prey.

Upon the sight of the scene, she was off running. Leaping across the rooftops at a blinding spend, she hovered nearby where the man was running.

"Let's see how you like being hunted down" she thought to herself as she jumped off the building and landed down on him.

The girl stopped and turned around at the loud thud, giving a look of confusion upon taking in her purple clad suit and butterfly mask.

"Wait!" she called out, but the girl continued to run on.

Elise glanced down at the vulgar man who laid perfectly still. Her eyes widened in alarm. "He probably passed out from the blow "she reassured herself.

To make sure of this, she checked for his pulse. She couldn't feel it through her gloved hands, so instead, raised her hand and slapped him across the face. He stirred, mumbling incoherently but remained unconscious.

She got up quickly, brushing herself off. "I'll deal with you later "she thought to herself as she ran in the girl's direction.

She caught up quickly, her miraculous enhancing her running skills was to thank for that.

"Wait!" she called after the girl, "I mean you no harm!"

The girl stopped and turned around, her frantic breathing echoed through the empty alleyway.

Mademoiselle Papillon approached her ever so slowly but carefully. She raised her hands up and smiled, "See?"

The girl seemed to relax at this, Mademoiselle Papillon could already feel her mood calm down drastically.

"I'm here to help you, let's go turn in that man alright?" The girl brushed her hair behind her ear and nodded looking down. She wrapped her arm around her and led her forward.

They walked back down the alleyway where the man who attacked her laid.

Rounding the center, she saw that he remained at the same spot as before. She sighed to herself with relief. At least he hadn't taken off. She could now turn him over to the authorities as she did with the other criminals that she had fought before.

Seeing the man, the girl huddled in tighter to her, "It's OK" she whispered to her. But little did she know that the man had suddenly awoken and went running into the opposite direction.

With no one nearby to akumatize (since she clearly couldn't akumatize the girl) the only thing she could do was take the girl and follow him out of the alley so that they could find someone who could help assist in his capture.

"We're going to have to run, alright?" she asked the girl. She gave her a look of uncertainty but managed to nod her head.

They both ran.

...

Eventually, they managed to make their way of out of the alley.

The man ran pushing his way through the crowd, making his way towards the direction of a park. The girl began to falter and ran a bit slower "Just a little bit further" she encouraged her. Her brow furrowed with sweat. She nodded slightly, still running along besides her.

As they approached the park at a closer rate, the girl nearly collapsed, Elise caught her before she could hit the ground.

Holding onto the gasping girl, she hastily surveyed the park while keeping her eye on the fleeing suspect.

She zeroed in on a man sitting on a bench sketching what appeared to be fashion designs.

From the back of his profile, she estimated that he had to be somewhere in his 20's, he also appeared to look healthy and fit upon first glance, and even had a calming air to him.

He would have to do.

She quickly summoned a butterfly and imagined a disguise and abilities for him to use. Cupping her hands around it, she transferred all of this into the butterfly with a surge of white and gold shimmering energy.

Opening her hands, she sent the butterfly towards him.

It met contact with him and the familiar butterfly symbol lit up around her face and mirrored on his.

"Hello, I am Mademoiselle Papillon, I urge you to rise up and help take down that criminal. You are now… The Fashionator" she smirked thinking back to the designs she saw him sketching.

"Yes, Mademoiselle Papillon" he said as he dropped his sketchbook and placed his hand over his heart with a slight bow.

His outfit transformed into that of a stylish blue suit, adorned with a mask and a gaudy top hat. "Now go forth, and stop him" she commanded as she pointed him in the direction that he needed to be.

He immediately took off. She glanced back at the girl at her side who gave a pondering look as she watched the situation unfold around her.

No sooner than that, the sounds of sirens echoed behind them, a police man stepped out, "Have you caught the culprit?" the man asked giving the girl a questioning gaze.

She wrapped her arm tighter around her, "She's not the perpetrator… but could you please take her to get the help she needs? I have to go catch the real 'perpetrator' now" she said glancing towards the direction that he had run in.

"No problem" the police man said as he gently wrapped his arm around the girl and led her away.

She ran as fast as she could, and eventually caught up to the scene.

The Fashionator's leg pinned down on the man's back as he finished tying up an ornate scarf he had wrapped around him into a giant knot.

She gave him a look of shock, "You actually stopped him by yourself?" she asked perplexed.

"I did" The Fashionator said as he looked down at the struggling captive with a silent grin.

"My akuma's have always assisted me with capturing criminals before, but never have they ever actually done the job for me…" she said in awe. "I'm happy to be of service then… Mademoiselle" he said slightly flustered.

She looked up at him, his gaze locked on her. Now that she had a better look at him, she couldn't help but feel captivated by his light blue eyes, and the slightest small tugging at his lips.

The sound of the police men running across the grass and barking out commands broke the connection.

She broke free from his gaze blushing slightly as she turned her focus back to the situation at hand.

The police officers yelled the usual rights that they had always read at the capture of each criminal. The Fashionator handed the end of the scarf to a nearby police man and took his foot off his back.

The man tried to pull himself up, lashing out and gnashing his teeth like a chained up dog.

He stepped back nearly tripping. Two small hands held up his back, preventing him from falling.

He turned around to see the masked girl, who let go of him and crossed her arms, giving him a sheepish grin.

She quickly recovered her confidence as the police men thanked her and walked off, towing the man along with them. "Phew! I'm glad that's over!" she said as she wiped her hand across her forehead.

He folded his hands behind his back and looked at her. She exchanged a look of confusion with him before she face palmed. "Silly me! I'm so sorry!" she said as she broke the bond between them, releasing his de-transformation with a flash of purple and white.

He glanced down at his de-gloved hands, taking in the normality of his clothes.

"I'll walk you back!" she offered. "Thank you… but you don't have to if you don't need to. Surely you must have other duties to attend to…" he said as he looked away from her and pushed his glasses up.

"No I insist!" she said waving him off. "Oh… alright" he said as he looked down nervously. They began their walk back to the bench in the far off distance.

Walking alongside him now, she felt a sense of familiarity. She dared to waver a look at him out of the corner of her eye, and she noticed that he continued to bashfully put his head down as he walked alongside her.

He caught her glance. She quickly averted her eyes and looked ahead. A sense of dread struck her heart. "Oh god… I akumatized Gabriel Agreste!"

...

Gabriel Agreste was a highly praised upperclassman at her college. In fact, he was in several of her classes.

Always praised for his projects and designs, yet he let anyone see anymore to him than that. He often sat alone and sketched, his mind always appeared to be elsewhere.

Some said he was distant and cold, others said he thought he was better than everyone else. Yet today, Elise saw him in a newfound light. She saw that he was actually quite kind but ultimately… really shy.

He approached the bench. The confidence that he wore as The Fashionator had all but faded by now.

He picked up the bag he left near the bench and collected his things. She walked over to the sketch book tossed on the ground and tried to smooth out the creased pages, "Sorry about that…" she said as she held the book out to him.

His eyes widened at the pages as he glanced down at her crestfallen expression, letting out a small chuckle, "It's no problem" he said with a shrug.

Now it was her turn to blush.

Never had she heard Gabriel laugh even once. Her heart beat uncontrollably in her chest. "I guess I'll be on my way then" she said as she held out an extended hand to him, "It was nice working with you. Thank you for helping me captures the culprit."

He took her hand in his and shook it. His fingers gently wrapped around hers. "I'm happy to have helped."

They locked eyes once again. She was secretly glad that most of the blush creeping onto her checks was hidden underneath her mask. He quickly glanced away and let go of her hand, "Goodbye" he said as he walked off.

She watched him walk away in the direction of the university. So she decided to go in the opposite direction and ran off to a safe and enclosed alleyway hidden away from the public eye.

She let her de-transformation fall. Nooroo floated up towards her face, "It seems that someone has a crush!" he said as he twirled around and giggled.

"Do not!" she said as she crossed her arms and blushed. The kwami patted her pink check, "I think it's quite obvious actually!"

She gave him a playful scowl and dramatically dropped her arms. She looked down but couldn't contain her snickering, causing both of them to burst into a fit of giggles.

...

Gabriel clutched his bag as he walked away from Mademoiselle Papillon.

His mind was racing about everything that had just happened but mostly… about her.

He turned around and glanced to see if she was still there.

She wasn't.

She felt very much like a dream to him, seeing that she wasn't there made it feel ever more so.

He took a deep breath and directed his attention forward. "It's no big deal Gabe… You're always over thinking things to be more than what they are…" he said to himself.

"It's all a part of her powers. You just happened to have been one of the chosen for to fight alongside of her. But it happened for a reason… didn't it?" his mind hopelessly reassured him.

He stopped walking, and leaned up against the front part of the university. He closed his eyes and smoothed his hair back with a sigh.

A loud crash jolted his attention back to the real world. He looked to his left to see a middle aged man picking up a massive mess of all sorts of objects on the ground. He rushed over to him and assisted him, helping him put the objects back in his suitcase. Gabriel helped the man to his feet and handed him the now enclosed suitcase. "Thank you so much" the man said as he patted him on the shoulder. "Y-You're welcome" Gabriel said as the man walked off with a grin and a wave.

The school bell suddenly rang, startling Gabriel, and making him run with great haste into the university.

...

He walked into class. Gabriel was never late a day in his life.

"How uncanny of you" his professor remarked as he ran in the classroom. "I'm so terribly sorry!" he said as he took his seat.

"Its fine" she said with a sigh. "At least you're not like Mademoiselle Elise…" she said as she glanced towards the giggling blonde in the back. She continued to giggle until her friend nudged her with her elbow.

She stopped laughing and looked up at the professor. "I'm so terribly sorry… what were you saying?" her voice all but squeaked.

The teacher sighed and gave her a disapproving look. "I was reassuring Gabriel that he need not apologize about coming in late, as long as he doesn't manage to come in as late as you do."

"She really didn't have to do that" his mind all but screamed at him. All eyes in the room flickered back and forth between the two.

Elise glanced at him and quickly looked away blushing. He glanced back at her confused. That was new.

"I'll try to come to class on time more often…" she said as looked down and twirled her ponytail with her finger. The professor sighed and shook her head, "That's what you always say. Alright, now back to today's lesson…" The class resumed as before.

...

The day went by in a flash.

Throughout his classes, Gabriel found it extremely difficult to concentrate. His fingers fumbled on his work, and although his mind usually seemed to be anywhere but in class, it never interfered with his work.

"Gabriel doesn't seem to be his usual perfect self today" he heard someone whisper as he walked through the hallways. "Yeah" the person responded, "It seems that isn't as perfect as we thought" they both laughed at this remark. Gabriel shook his head to himself and walked on. He had long grown use to the comments to be bothered by them, and he wasn't going to let them bother him today.

Before he knew it, he was back at the small dorm he luckily had to himself.

He opened the door and shrugged off his bag as he put it aside.

Fixing a cup of instant coffee, he sat down and relaxed. Closing his eyes, he recounted the unusual events of the day.

Never had he experienced such a drastic amount of events in a single day.

He put his coffee down as he reached for his bag to pull out his sketchbook. He needed a distraction to take his mind off of things. Yet when he reached his hand in the bag, his fingers met a strange object that he couldn't recall ever being there.

He clenched his hand around the unfamiliar object and hastily pulled it out.

The black box was octagon shaped with strange symbols engraved all over it. He turned it over examining it.

"How did this get in here?" he thought to himself.

He opened the box.

A bright flash of blue burst out from it.

...

Gabriel jumped back, nearly knocking himself off the couch. He sat on the top of the sofa, nearly tottering over the edge as he helplessly watched the glimmer of light manifest into a tiny form.

A small blue creature floated in midair and flexed its tiny appendages. Its beak-like mouth let out a yawn.

The creature's green eyes blinked as it gazed up at Gabriel. It gave him a reluctant look as it slowly floated towards him and landed on his knee. Gabriel flinched but merely stared at it, almost too stunned to move.

"Are you going to just sit there and gawk, or are you going to say something?" The creature said with a "Hmp!" as it turned its face away from him and folded its wings down like a fan.

Gabriel looked at the tiny blue creature dumbfounded and tried to think of what to say. After collecting his composure, he finally spoke up, "I'm sorry... I was just taken back with shock… today's been a pretty strange day" he said to the creature with a small smile.

The peacock-like creature glanced back at him. Its narrowed eyes began to soften. "I'm Avery. I'm your kwami" he said as he floated closer to him. Gabriel held out the palm of his hand and the kwami sat down.

"I'm Gabriel" he nervously said back. "Would you like to know about your powers now? I'm sure you have many questions" he said glancing at his appendages with a look of boredom on his face.

"Powers?!" Gabriel exclaimed, startled by his own tone, he tried to act composed and cool, he cleared his throat, "I have many questions if you don't mind answering them" Gabriel said with a serious look on his face, "Not to sound rude or anything, but what exactly is a kwami and why are you here?" The kwami unfolded its wings, "For whatever reasons, you were chosen to be a miraculous holder. Your new job is to save and protect the people of this place! As your kwami, I will help assist you in doing so by lending my powers to you. Does that answer your questions?" Avery said with a bored look.

"Yes, but why? Why me? There's plenty of people out there who're perfect for the position… yet I was chosen?" Avery shrugged, "It beats me, you were chosen for a reason and that's that. Do you want to know about your powers now?" Gabriel's face lit up, "Yes!"

The kwami zipped to and from excitedly now. "You have the ability to stun others and can charm people into giving you information that they wouldn't have given otherwise. You can also even see past people's exterior appearances to get a better idea as to who they really are! There are other perks as well of course, but you'll figure it out as you go along" Avery said with a sly wink.

"So…I'm a hero?" he whispered.

"Exactly" the kwami said as turned his head and examined his feathers.

"Does that mean that I'll be working alongside Mademoiselle Papillon?" Avery widened his eyes, "You're more or so entitled to work on your own, but if you wish to form an alliance and work together, perhaps you could…"

Gabriel sank back down on the couch and smiled. "Ah… I see why… that goofy grin on your face explains it all" the kwami teased. Gabriel gave him a smile and crossed his arms.

Reaching for the box, Gabriel picked up the peacock pin nestled inside. "How does this thing work?"

Avery floated over towards it, "It all begins with this pin" the Kwami said as he patted it. "Put it on and ask me to transform you, and so you shall" he said with a slight smirk.

Gabriel clasped the pin onto his shirt, took a deep breath and exhaled. "Avery… transform me!" The kwami flew into the pin and disappeared.

A bright flash of blue then engulfed Gabriel...