Hello people of the fanfiction world!

I know I have other stories that still need finishing (hate leaving stories untouched for too long). But sometimes I can't help it. It all depends on what my mind is thinking and won't leave me alone.) Great example; I had this idea one night as I was falling asleep and decided to just jump right on it the next morning (which I don't usually do. Most of the time I take way longer to think over a story before deciding to write it, or at least online it).

Plus I wanted to make a contribute to Marichat May. I definitely won't be able to finish this before the month is over but I at least had to post this 1st chapter while it was still May.

Marinette did not hide during akuma fights. Well, she did, but only so she could transform into Ladybug. Then after she was in costume, she was out again and where all the action was.

This time, however, she was where the action was, but she was hiding instead of fighting.

Marinette and Alya were on their way out of the school for lunch break when this akumatized student from another class just appeared in the courtyard. Alya pulled Marinette down with her as she hid behind the stairs and started filming the event on her phone. A few of their other classmates also hid with them. With all these extra eyes around, Marinette couldn't sneak away without looking suspicions.

Adrien was already alone in the locker rooms when he heard there was an akuma on school grounds, so he was able to transform no problem and get out there.

Chat Noir snuck out a window and made his way up to the roof, where he dropped down into the courtyard to face the akuma. From just one look, Chat could tell this akuma was the result a girl having a very bad morning.

"I am Miss Fortune! Prepare to have the most unlucky day of your lives!"

Her hair was a weird shade of pale blue in a side ponytail. She wore a short purple dress with gray ripped up leggings and red high-heels. The part of her outfit that most stood out, however, was her belt. He was quite sure that was where the akuma was. All along the belt around her waist were charms that looked like images of general symbols that meant bad luck; a three-leafed clove, an upside-down horseshoe, a ladder, a tilted salt shaker, a broken mirror, and—to the feline hero's annoyance—a black cat.

That was a hurtful stereotype that Chat was hoping would go away with his heroic presence in Paris. Unfortunately, it was still believed by some. Black cats weren't always considered unlucky. In some cultures, they were good luck.

"Well my luck has already turned. I had lunch plans today," Chat said to mostly himself as he drew his baton from behind his back and extended it into a staff to fight the akumatized girl.

Having to fight this girl on this day at this time was rotten luck for Adrien. That morning before class started, Adrien had been invited to have lunch with his three greatest friends; Nino, Alya, and Marinette. And they were gotta eat at Marinette's house. Her parents were bakers so he knew the food would be excellent. He had only tried their food once or twice, so he was eager to see whatever it was they had prepared for their daughter and her friends. Plus, he liked it at her house. It was warm and cozy, her parents were nice, and he would be surrounded by his friends while they ate a delicious home-cooked meal.

It certainly beat sitting alone in a big, empty dining room, at the head of a giant table, eating a boring meal specially prepared for his model-diet by a paid chef. That was basically every meal of Adrien's life at his house.

The young model was really looking forward to this lunch break, but because he had this akuma to deal with, he'll be lucky to grab something quick from the school café before afternoon classes started. Unless of course, this akuma took the rest of the day to capture, then he won't have to worry about afternoon classes or lunch.

Oh well. Marinette was nice. Maybe she would invite him and the others to her house for lunch tomorrow to make up for the disturbance today. That was what Adrien hoped for anyway.

While thinking about Marinette, Chat turned his head as he retreated from an attack by Miss Fortune and there she was, hiding under the stairs along with some of his other classmates and friends. She looked very concerned. He could see her big blue eyes filled with worry as she watched the akuma fight him.

He couldn't let her and the others stay there. It wasn't safe for them.

After dodging another strike from Miss Fortune, Chat jumped over to the stairs.

"You guys can't stay here," he said hastily to the small group. "I'll cover you while you all make a run for the front door." Chat jumped away again to keep Miss Fortune focused on him so his classmates could slip out.

Once Chat had the unlucky akuma on the other side of the courtyard, Marinette and the others walked swiftly and silently from the stairs and walked along the wall until they reached the front door. As they made their escape, Chat's fight with Miss Fortune moved up from the courtyard to the walkway on the second floor.

"I was going to use my black cat charm on Ladybug to make her so unlucky there'd be no way she could beat me," Miss Fortune said, gesturing to the black cat charm attached to her belt. "But now I'm thinking, why bother? She's already got you," she said, giving her opponent a nasty smirk.

Chat growled. This girl was obviously very superstitious and it was really starting to get on his nerves. He wasn't unlucky. And he wasn't unlucky to his lady. They worked great together and triumphed in all their endeavors. Chat wanted to just cataclysm her belt and get it over with so he could have lunch with his friends, but he couldn't. Ladybug wasn't there to purify the akuma once it was released.

Where the heck was she?

Miss Fortune came at Chat again but he jumped back, closer to the front of the school. If he couldn't free the akuma, maybe he could at least trap her. That way she couldn't do any damage to Paris and he could easily take her belt from her and destroy it when Ladybug did show up.

Chat looked around, trying to think of a way to trap her. Based on her powers, he didn't think it would take much to incapacitate her. Maybe just tie her up, just so she couldn't use her hands and grab the charms on her belt. He hadn't seen her use her powers yet but he was sure they came from those bad luck charms.

If she couldn't get at the charms, she was powerless.

Not seeing anything useful around him on the second floor, Chat's eyes glanced down at the floorboards of the walkway that they stood on. That gave him an idea. If he cataclysmed the floor and she fell through up to her waist, she'd be stuck and wouldn't be able to reached down to her belt. That would certainly trap her.

He just hoped Ladybug showed up before his miraculous ran out of time after using his special power. He could stay with Miss Fortune just to make sure she didn't try to escape, and if she didn't come before that happened, he could just take her belt with him. As long as he didn't snap it in half and release the akuma before his lady finally came, everything would be fine.

As they approached the end of the walkway, close to the stairs that lead up to the library, Chat decided to make his move.

"Cataclysm!" Chat cried, summoning his special power into his right hand.

He'd show her who was unlucky. Can't get more unlucky then having the ground fall from underneath your feet.

The last of Miss Bustier's class all made it to the front of the school and rushed out the front door. Marinette was at the back of the group, so when the last of her classmates were outside, she started walking backwards until she was back down in the courtyard, the archway just above her to her right. The young designer looked up to the second-floor walkway and watch as Chat Noir faced the akuma by himself.

Now that she was away from everyone else, Marinette could finally run off and transform in a closet or empty classroom. She watched as Chat was about to cataclysm something—she wasn't sure what—and she didn't get to fine out, because before he could use it, the bottom of Miss Fortune's shoes met his leather-clad chest and sent him to the floor on his back.

When he turned over to stand up—mindful of his right hand—he felt something grab at his belt-tail and pull. Miss Fortune grabbed a hold of his tail and pulled it hard. Hard enough to drag Chat back, spin him around and hurl him back towards the end of the walkway, right at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the library.

Chat was holding his own for a while but now he needed his partner.

"Marinette, what are you doing?" she heard her best friend yell. Marinette turned her head and say Alya standing just outside the front doors of the school. "Come on," she said, gesturing for her to come out with her.

"Uh…" Marinette stuttered. She wasn't expecting for anyone to notice she hadn't gone outside with the others. At least not until she found a well-hidden place to transform. "Chat Noir's in trouble and Ladybug isn't here yet." Not her best excuse but looking like just a concerned citizen was all she could think of.

"He told us to get away," Alya called back. Marinette mentally groaned, wishing the blogger would just go back outside and leave her. But she knew she wasn't going to do that. Not when her best friend was in potential danger.

As the two girls talked from opposites sides of the school's entrance, Chat sat back up on the first step of the library stairs. Miss Fortune stood back a few feet, leaning on the walkway's railing with a smug smile as she watched the feline hero sit up.

"I control bad luck. You on the other hand," the akumatized girl gave a huffy laugh. "You're an accident just waiting to happen."

Chat growled under his breath at the snide remark, pulling himself up to glare at her over the stair's stone handrailing, which was connected to the opposite staircase that formed the archway over the entrance of the school. "I am not an accident waiting to happen," he said gruffly, supporting his weight on the stone with his left hand. Angry and not thinking, Chat also brought his right hand up—still glowing black miasma from his power. "And I am not bad luck!"

In his rage, Chat balled his right hand into a fist and pounded it on the stone railing. The moment he did it, however, Chat's anger melted away to make way for the dumb realization of what he had just done.

The destructive powers of his cataclysm spread from the railing to the rest of the archway, making it crack to pieces and start to fall apart.

Even as Marinette still stood in the courtyard, she was too busy arguing with her best friend to notice this until a piece fell not a few feet away from her. When she did finally look up to see the crackling structure, she had all of three seconds to take in what was happening before a piece came flying right at her.

After that, everything went for her went black.

"MARINETTE!"

Among the loudness of the crumbling arch, Chat heard someone who sounded like Alya scream at the top of their voice. But Chat wasn't thinking about who screamed. The first thing that struck him was what she had shouted.

Marinette. What happened to Marinette that warranted such a horrified outburst?

Chat looked over the railing and watched as an enormous amount of dust from the crumbled stone rose up to the second floor. Chat covered his eyes from the dust for a second before looking down to see the damage that had been caused.

That he had caused.

What he saw was a mountain of rubble blocking the school's front door. His sharp cat eyes franticly looked around for any sign that anyone was down there during the collapse. He refused to believe anyone had gotten hurt because of his little mistake. Yet he still couldn't ignore that shout he clearly heard.

Hearing someone yell Marinette's name like that had him worried more than he could ever remember being.

She couldn't have been down there. She just couldn't have.

There was still too much dust in the air to see properly, even for him. Chat jumped down to the courtyard and ran to the pile of rubble. Chat coughed and fanned some dust away with his hand as he looked around. As the dust started to settle, he could start to better make out shapes in the pile. Most of the pieces were not too big, but they were piled pretty high in front of the entrance. Somewhere on the other side, Chat could vaguely hear the sound of shifting rubble and a few frantic voices—although he couldn't exactly tell what they were saying.

Chat's eyes when back to the rubble. The moment they did, however, he saw something standing out among the light-colored stone lying on the ground of the courtyard.

A small foot, wearing a pink ballet-flat shoe.

Chat froze as his eyes trailed from the foot and up the leg it was attached to.

There, half buried in the rubble, Chat could see the back of a black shirt and a familiar head of bluenette hair.

"No," Chat whispered. "No, no, no, no, no!" his voice escalated with his repetition as he ran over to the unmoving body on the ground. The feline boy slid to his knees, franticly but carefully, removing the stone bits from off her body. When she was free, Chat turned her over and, to his horror, his assumption was correct.

It was indeed Marinette he had just dug up.

Her eyes were closed, her once perfect porcelain skin was littered with bruises and a few scratches.

Blood ran in a narrow stream from a small open wound on her forehead, close to her hairline on the right side, down the side of her face.

"Mar-Marinette," he uttered, his voice trembling. Chat pulled her up to his chest, cradling her in his arms. He quickly grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse. It was there. She was alive. But that didn't mean she wasn't in trouble. "Marinette? Marinette, can you hear me?" He got no answer as he lightly shook her. As his left hand supported her head, a little blood got on his black gloves. But he didn't notice, nor did he care. "Come on Mari, please wake up," he pleaded, but he got nothing but silence from her.

Looking down at her relaxed face, she looked like she was sleeping. But that was a mirage.

She could have a concussion. She could slip into a coma. She could have a skull fracture. She could have other broken bones or internal bleeding from the rubble that she had been buried in.

As Chat thought of each of these possibilities, his anxiety built into a heavy weight in his chest, making him breath heavier.

But that weight was nothing compared to the guilt piling on his heart.

He had done this.

His Cataclysm had destroyed the arch. He let that akuma rile him and he let his anger make him foolishly use it on the wrong thing.

She didn't deserve this. Not Marinette.

Marinette was the kindest, sweetest, bravest, most selfless person in their entire school.

In all of Paris if he didn't count Ladybug.

On top of all that… Marinette was his friend. One of the first true friends he had ever made.

What kind of friend was he to do this to her?

Maybe that Miss Fortune akuma was right. Maybe he was bad luck.

Even if he didn't mean too, he just hurt one of his closest friends.

"Mari…" Chat let a sob escape his throat as he held her close to his chest, her bleeding head leaning against his shoulder. Tears fell from his eyes and onto her dust-covered shirt. "Oh Ma-Marinette… I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry," he begged, slightly rocking the both of them.

If Marinette ever woke up, he didn't see how she was ever going to forgive him.

He certainly didn't see how he was ever going to forgive himself.

From the roof of the school, Miss Fortune watched all of this unfold. She made a light 'tut-tut' sound as she subtly shook her head. "Poor dear. I knew that black cat was nothing but trouble," she said, almost sympathetic for the injured little lady. It wasn't her fault the cat literately destroys whatever he touches. This just further proved her point. "And speaking of trouble…" she said gleefully before raising her gaze from down in the courtyard to the city outside of the school. "It's Paris's turn."

The bad luck akuma jumped from the roof and made her way into Paris, eager to see what misfortune she could bring with her new powers.

She wouldn't seriously hurt anyone like the cat had done. Her goal was to just make them miserable and ruin their day. Because unlike the cat, she actually had control of the bad luck she caused.

Chat Noir didn't pay the akuma any attention as she left. All he could focus on was Marinette. She needed him.

No, he was wrong. He just made things worse.

What she needed was a doctor.

Chat's head snapped up to the sounds of moving debris and voices from the school's entrance growing louder. The feline hero turned his head to the other side of the entrance, and through his tear-blurry vision, he could see chunks of stone tumbling down the pile. Seconds later, a small opening was cleared, just big enough for a person to squeeze through, and through it stumbled out Alya, covered in stone dust and with a desperately worried look on her face as she looked around the courtyard.

Until her eyes settled on her best friend in the arms of the leather-clad, feline hero on the other end of the heap.

Alya's eyes widened and she scrambled over to them. "Chat Noir!" she cried. "Marinette!"

Right behind her, coming through the opening in the rubble, came Nino, followed closely by the rest of their class, one by one.

Alya slid to her knees in front of them, frantically looking over her unresponsive best friend. "I did this," Chat muttered as the other students started crowding around them. He didn't care if they heard him admit that he was the one who did this to their beloved class rep. They deserved to know. And he didn't deserve their praise for digging her out. He was not the hero today. This was his fault.

Wiping his tears away, Chat stood, Marinette's unconscious form cradled protectively in his arms. "I… I gotta get her to the hospital," he said, determined but still tearful.

A high-pitched beep sounded in the air, making everyone look at the feline hero's right-hand supporting Marinette's legs.

"Your ring," Nino said as one of the green pads of the paw print on his ring blinked and vanished. "You're gonna transform back. You gotta get out of here."

His best friend was right of course, but he just shook his head. "No, no. She n-needs help," Chat uttered weakly before looking down at the girl in his arms. He was fast. He could rush her to the hospital.

He couldn't leave her. Not like this.

"I'm on the phone with emergency services," he heard Rose say from somewhere among the group. Chat looked up and saw the short blonde girl in pink holding her phone up to her ear. She too had some tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks, but Juleka held her in a comforting side hug. "An ambulance is on the way."

An ambulance was coming.

While that was good to hear, Chat still didn't want to leave her. But his transformation was going to wear off soon. He couldn't reveal his identity to his classmates. As much as he wanted to just strew secrecy and save Marinette himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to get her to the hospital before he changed back.

His classmates would watch over Marinette until the ambulance arrived and the paramedics would take good care of her until they got her to the hospital.

Kim walked up to Chat and held out his arms to take Marinette from him.

"We'll take care of her," he told him reassuringly. "She'll be fine. Just go."

Reluctantly, Chat carefully placed the small bluenette in Kim's arms. Once he had her, Kim turned around where Ivan was waiting with open arms.

Kim was an athlete, but speed was more his thing. Fastest in the class. The position of strongest in the class, however, went to Ivan. He was the best suited in carrying Marinette out of the school.

When Ivan had Marinette securely in his arms, Chat stepped up to him, looking down at Marinette's relaxed face. Seeing her eyes closed and blood on her head made him want to break down crying again. But he couldn't. He didn't have time. He was on his last paw pad.

With a shuttered breath, Chat took Marinette's hand in both of his. "Please be okay, Marinette," he whispered, squeezing her hand, pleading to her—and whoever else was listening—that his dear friend would be okay.

Chat quickly took his hands back and forced his gaze from her. Avoiding eye contact with everyone else in the vicinity, with tears in his eyes, Chat ran from the group and jumped up to the roof of the school and out of the courtyard.

After watching the feline hero leave, Alya directed everyone to try moving more rubble from the clearing they had already made in the pile blocking the entrance to make it easier for Ivan to get through with Marinette in his arms.

They needed to be out of the school and on the sidewalk to meet the ambulance when in arrived.

Everyone, including Chat Noir as he landed on the sidewalk just outside the right side of the school, could already hear a siren in the distance.

I know 'Miss Fortune' is a theory of an akumatized Ladybug, but I though a bad luck themed akuma was appropriate for the beginning on this story. And I couldn't come up with a better name.

I have the next chapter pretty much planned out (not written yet), but not much of what comes after that. But I know I'll come up with something.

Hope this has peaked your interest, bye-bye ;)