First try writing for this lovely show. We'll see what happens.


Black storm clouds blocked out the moon and starlight and a heavy fog blanketed the city. Most of the Parisians had turned in for the night, finding navigating the city too bothersome to attempt. And for the very few who still found it necessary to venture out, two costumed heroes busily patrolled the streets, keeping their beloved citizens safe.

It was on this dark and stormy night that a certain Chinese man was pulled prematurely from his slumber by a soft tapping at his window. He looked up at the shadowy figure outside and motioned for him to enter.

"I wasn't expecting you until the morning," the older man said. He busied himself preparing a pot of tea for his guest.

The stranger slipped through the window, silently closing it behind him, and looked down at the puddle forming under his feet. "I prefer the cover of night."

The Chinaman tossed him a towel.

"So, Master Fu, the message you sent me sounded urgent, though astoundingly vague. Do you plan on telling me why I'm here?"

Fu only smiled. "I thought you liked the dark, my friend."

The stranger, finished drying both himself and the floor, straightened and crossed the room. "Using the dark and being kept in it are two very different things." His voice was smooth, even. It could almost be called friendly. Almost.

The old man gestured for him to sit and handed him a cup of tea. "Would you mind me turning on the lights, then? I find that understanding can only be accomplished when one can see properly."

The stranger chuckled softly. "You haven't changed, Master." When the room was again filled with light, the stranger looked around the simple room. His gaze rested on an old trunk on the back wall and his eyes seemed to dance. "I assume Wayzz is still with you?"

At the mention of his name, the green Kwami poked his head out of his hiding place. He studied the stranger for a second before his face broke into an ecstatic beam of a smile and he zoomed to the stranger's side, nuzzling into his shoulder.

The stranger relaxed at the touch and lifted a hand to stroke the Kwami's head. "It's good to see you, my friend."

"Likewise, Benjamin," said Wayzz. "I didn't realize it was you who Master Fu had summoned."

Benjamin tilted his head, and smiled. "I'm still curious about why I was summoned at all. You two don't seem to be in trouble."

Fu grinned. "Have you been keeping up with the news, Benjamin?"

The young man ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. It was still damp and stuck to his face where it grew longer. "Not really, Master. I try to stay current where I am and I have not been in Paris for several years."

Wayzz sat on the table between them. He glanced at Benjamin's tea and was happy to receive a wave of permission from the man. "So you haven't heard of Ladybug and Chat Noir?" He sipped the tea.

Benjamin frowned. "The rookie vigilantes who skip about the rooftops of Paris in their silly suits, pretending they're heroes when they're only sloppy wannabes barely surviving the fantastical revolutions of puberty?"

Fu laughed. "So you have heard of them."

"And now you're going to tell me that these are yours, Master?" All pleasantries drained from his very aura as he all but glared at the old man. "And I suppose these imps are your reason for calling me here?"

Wayzz hovered in front of Benjamin's face with a sad look. "Please don't be like that. You know Master Fu is very wise and would not entrust the Creation and Destruction Miraculouses to just anyone. Hear him out, Benjamin."

The young man's frown faded just slightly. He looked back at Fu and asked, "What is it you would have me do, Master?"


Ladybug stood under one of the sun umbrellas at the top of the Grand Paris and frowned. Something felt off tonight. She just wished she knew what.

"Earth to Ladybug. This is Chat Noir calling Ladybug." He waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Aaaaand she's back!" He leaned toward her, resting his weight against his baton. His tail flicked as he studied her. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Hmm? Sorry, what?"

Chat frowned. "What's on your mind, M'lady? What's bugging you?"

Nothing. Not even an eye roll.

Chat Noir returned his baton to its place on his back and stepped closer to her. "No really. Is something wrong?"

Ladybug blinked. "Yeah. I think there is, but…" She looked out over the city as far as she could. The thick fog, the heavy rain, the dark clouds, they all made it almost impossible to see anything. "I… Maybe we should make another sweep. Just in case."

Chat's eyes widened. "Uh, LB, I admire your dedication to the super heroine game and all, I really do, but we've made three sweeps already in this rain and, well, my sui… Wet leather isn't all that comfortable, y'know?"

She seemed lost to her own thoughts again. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. "I'd love to stay out here with you all night long, but nothing's happening and you look beat. What do you say we call it a night, hmm?"

Ladybug considered his words and smiled. "Fine, kitty. Go curl up by your warm fire then. I'll see you tomorrow night."

She turned to leave, but her partner held her there. He smirked at her. "I can see it in your eyes. You're going to send me home and then you're going out again." He released her. "And what if something happens, huh? You'll never let me hear the end of it!"

She giggled.

He beamed.

"So does that mean you're coming?"

"Only because this cat won't be 1UPed by a bug."

"We'll see about that."

They jumped off the roof of the hotel, laughing at the rush of adrenaline that hit them in their free-fall. Ladybug tossed her yoyo into the air, trusting it to latch onto something that she could not see for the fog. She felt the cable pull tight and she swung her body up into the air, releasing her yoyo's hold and tossing it again for another swing.

Chat Noir extended his baton, taking advantage of its force in hitting the ground to propel himself back into the air. He kicked off the wall of a building and jumped onto yet another building's roof. He raced after Ladybug, flipping, kicking, and barrel-rolling as he did so, hoping that his moves might impress her just the slightest.

They raced through the fog and rain for several blocks before Chat Noir suddenly slid to a stop.

Ladybug flipped mid-swing, changing her direction, and landed at his side. "What is it?"

The blonde headed boy probed the darkness. Having cat eyes definitely came in handy on low visibility nights like this. He saw something move in an alley below them. An odd metallic scent met his nostrils. "Something bad is happening."

A flash of lightning severed the sky, creating such a large boom that all the rest of the world seemed to silence at its voice.

Chat Noir's eyes took a second to readjust to the darkness. He peered into the alley again, but saw nothing.

"Chat?"

The black leather clad boy took Ladybug in his arms and used his baton to slide them down to the ground. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. He smelled… a faint trace of… something.

"What did you see, Chat Noir?" Ladybug asked, gently removing his arm from her waist.

"I don't know," Chat answered, too distracted to pout about her rejection of his touch. "I thought I saw someone down here. I thought–"

Another flash of lightning broke through the darkness, illuminating the world below with an ethereal glow.

"Hmm. That lightning was pretty close, M'lady. I'm thinking Paris would be better off if its heroes weren't electrocuted to death by a simple storm."

Ladybug nodded, still feeling odd about the night. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I have a test to study for anyway… See you tomorrow."

With that, the two heroes parted ways.

If, perhaps, they had have listened to their instincts and stuck around for another minute or so, they might have seen a dark figure emerge from the shadows. They might have watched him bend down to get a good, long look at the water on the ground. They may have observed him shine a light on that water and they might have noticed the last trace of blood being washed away by the rain.

"Amateurs," the figure hissed beneath his breath. He opened his mouth and shut it a few times, then, deciding on a direction to go, he left the alley as a man on a mission.


When morning came, the city was in shock. Two bodies had been discovered down an alley. They had been savagely mauled to death by what appeared to be a wild animal on the loose. Their flesh had been shredded beyond recognition and testing was being done in hopes of discovering the victims' identities.

Authorities were recommending that people get home before dark, keep doors and windows locked, and not leave any kind of food out that might attract animals. The people where in an uproar. Two more so than anyone else.


Look. An OC. Will he be the star of the show? Psh! Nah. That's not how I roll.