"You want to know?" the light purple bug-like creature flitted around nervously and grimaced. "Okay… Kwamis have existed for centuries; some have existed in this universe longer than humanity itself. And our purpose has always been to bring the universe under our rule. Then, a few thousand years ago, the disastrous were made. They gave us the ability to greater affect your world, to possess the weak-minded and weak-willed and display great powers for a short amount of time. We grew disciples that would protect us and our ways of entering this plane of reality. The most powerful of the disastrous belong to the kwamis of creation and destruction. The ladybug and the cat."

Gabriel leveled hooded eyes at Nooroo. "And you are the butterfly kwami. With powers of… bestowing power on others, am I correct?"

The kwami figetted more. "Yes. You can share your power with other weak-willed, anger-filled beings. It is a… very unique gift. It can effectively create you an army."

"Yes…" Gabriel trailed off and glanced at the brooch in his hand again. "But an army can be used for good, can it not?"

Nooroo visibly stiffened.

Gabriel smiled. "A strong-hearted being can resist you. I haven't put on the disastrous yet, so you have no way to assert your power over me yet. But what if I did, and being strong hearted, I purified you instead. And then I could find the other disastrous and purify them, too. Correct?"

The kwami avoided the question and hissed back at Gabriel, flitting away. "You cannot do that. No. Stop, you cannot purify us."

Gabriel smiled again, watching Nooroo as he fixed the disastrous on to his person again. "But it has been done before. And maybe, if I purify all of the disastrous, your species may give me a bit of help in return, yes?"

"You can have power without purifying us!" Nooroo screeched. But it did nothing.

Gabriel smiled softly. "Light wings, rise." And he was surrounded by butterflies.

"Fu!" Wayzz hissed.

The old man fumbled awake and blinked in confusion at the kwami fluttering in front of his face. "What is it?"

"I have sensed something horrible. The butterfly disastrous had reappeared. But it has been purified. And with Nooroo's last cry, I sensed that the one who possesses it is going to look for the disastrous, to purify them too."

The old man nodded his head, resigned. "I am ready to fight, to honor the kwamis once more!"

Wayzz shook his head. "You're far too old. But, what if we placed the ladybug and cat disastrous out in the open? It is sure to attract our enemy's attention. And, it has been so long since the kwamis decided to take over a civilization. Where else better than Paris to start?"

The kwami's eyes were sly, and Fu nodded, with a slight grin on his face. "Let us go find some weak souls."

Marinette was racing through groups of people, trying to get to school on time. She tripped multiple times and said apologies so often that the words stumbling from her mouth didn't sound like words anymore. By the time she got to the school building, the box of macarons she was carrying were mostly crumbled. She smiled shyly to an elderly man who was sitting outside of the building, and then she went inside. Chloe was indeed in her class again, just like she had worried. She was jabbering about some boy who would be joining their class this year who she was "best friends" with. Marinette had no idea how Chloe was the best friend of anyone.

At the same time Marinette was getting pushed around by Chloe, and meeting the new girl, Alya, she had no idea that outside the school doors, the other new student Chloe was jabbering about was having problems starting his school day too.

"I just want to go to school like everyone else! What's wrong with that?" Adrien pleaded to Nathalie, hovering between the door to the building, and his car.

As his caretaker gave him a stern look, Adrien sighed and came back towards the car without anymore argument. His cheek rested on the cold glass of the window, and he caught eyes with an odd old man sitting outside the school as they drove past.

At the end of the rather uneventful first day of school, Marinette made her way home with Alya. They exchanged phone numbers, and Marinette couldn't really hate her first day at school. When she entered her house though, and made her way up to her room, she found an odd object sitting on her sofa. It looked like a tiny wooden box, and when she opened it, she saw a pair of earrings lying in it.

Now who could have put these here? Mom? Maybe because I was stressed out about the first day of school, she got me a present…

Halfway across Paris, Adrien discovered an identical wooden box sitting on his own couch. He, in turn, wondered if Nathalie had put it there, as an apology for not letting him go to school that day. Maybe even his father had asked her to give it to him. He could only hope. He opened it and found a ring laying inside.

After some hesitation, both teenagers put on their separate jewelry, and then the disastrous came alive.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, what are you?!" Marinette stumbled backwards.

The small, red bug fluttered towards her. "Marinette, Marinette calm down. You've been chosen. It's hard to explain, but if you just say the words 'Spots on', then we can deal with this later."

Marinette looked at the strange creature. "OH MY GOSH, you can talk?! How? What? Is this some weird illusion? What's going on?"

The small creature stopped in mid air and looked like it was thinking. "Marinette, I'm Tikki, you have to stay calm. You've been chosen for a higher purpose, and I'm your kwami. If you only say the words 'Spots on', then we can save all of Paris together. There's a person who has stolen a dangerous object and is threatening Paris with it. We must act quickly to stop them."

Marinette crinkled her eyebrows. "Spots… on…? Why do I have to say-"

She was cut off by a rush of red light, and soon, she wasn't herself anymore.

In Adrien's room, a similar thing happened. A tiny, black, bug-like creature appeared. Adrien was shocked. It looked at him lazily. "Hey, what's up? My name's Plagg. Could you say the words 'Claws out' please? It would be rather appreciated."

"What? What's happening? Is this a weird practical joke? Although, no one in this house has a bit of humor."

Plagg floated away, towards one of Adrien's many personal items. Adrien followed him. "Yeah, no. Someone else put me here in your room. But that doesn't matter. Um so, hey, kid, can you say those words for me? 'Claws out'. Then we don't have to bother with each other anymore."

Adrien narrowed his eyes. "Why would I say those words?"

"Uh, to gain ultimate power? There's a superhero situation going on right now. Do you want to save all of Paris?"

"Wait, if I say those words, I can become a superhero?" Adrien's face lit up in a sort of glee.

Plagg looked at him, uninterested. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Claws out!"

And with that, Adrien was surrounded by green light, and ceased to be himself too.

They met outside the school, where some students were still hanging about. The Black Lady was there first, sitting on the edge of the building. Plague Cat appeared behind her. "Hello, M'Lady. Haven't seen you in a while. I like the style change."

The Black Lady glanced at him and smiled, touching her hair bun thoughtfully. The red ribbon tied around her neck flowed in the wind, and her heels clacked against the stone walls of the building. Her suit had far more black on it than a regular ladybug would have on its body; black boots, black upper-arms, black waist and back, as well as black spots of course. Her face mask looked like the wings of a butterfly, with a sheer red layer at the tips.

"How'd it go for you?" she asked her partner-in-crime.

"The kid was easy to convince. How'bout you?"

"The girl was easy to convince too. You look nice too, you know."

To her, it looked like he touched his mess of blonde hair self-consciously. She couldn't tell though, as he wore a full, metallic face mask that shielded any emotions he might show, and made him look like a lion. The rest of his suit was just as dark black, with the same glowing green lines going down the edges of his suit that matched the glow from the eye sockets in his mask. He had a silver bell at his collar, cat ears in his hair, and a long, crooked tail with another glowing green line going down it. He looked like some odd fallout survivor or a cat-like plague doctor.

"Anyways," The Black Lady continued. "Are you ready to announce our rule of Paris?"

She could feel Plague Cat's smirk. "'Course, M'Lady. It should get Butterfly's attention at the least."

Grabbing his baton from between his belts, Plague Cat swung down to the square in front of the school. The Black Lady followed on her yo-yo, and raised it up as a recording device once they were on ground. The students who were still hanging around, looked at the two in surprise and confusion, but they were ignored.

The Black Lady clicked a few buttons, and suddenly all screens across the city showed her and Plague Cat's face. "Hello Paris," she started off with a smirk. "You don't know us, but you will in time. For now, I'm the Black Lady, and this is my darling Plague Cat."

Plague Cat waved his fingers and echoed a tinny "Hello!" from behind his mask.

The Black Lady continued. "And we, we are here to rule Paris. Don't worry. You don't have to change a thing- not yet at least. But, if we please, you are now under our jurisdiction. We will be speaking to your mayor soon. Goodbye!"

And with that, she clicked the compartment of her yo-yo closed.

Across the pavement, a student spoke up in irritation and disbelief. He was holding a piece of paper, scrunching it up again and again in a low anger, as if he didn't know it was there anymore. "Who do they think they are? No one can just barge in and tell anyone else what to do, especially if it's a city full of people!"

The other kids around him echoed in light, though stunned, agreement.

Across the city, a man had been waiting, and suddenly awoke from his cocoon. Butterfly's eyes flashed open, the metallic covering on his window drew back, and he rose with the thousand flitting butterflies around him.

"My little akumas, this is just what we need. The cat and ladybug disastrouses have appeared, and already, someone has the will and the drive to fight against their tyranny." He held out his hand and one of the many winged creatures hovering around came to land on it. Slowly he closed his hand, and when it opened, the butterfly had a purplish tint to it. "Fly away my little akuma, and virtuize him!"

Back in front of the school, the kid, Ivan, was approaching the two super-suit clad weirdos. They were still standing in front of the school and seemed to be chatting lively. Suddenly, he stopped, and a voice echoed in his head at the same time a butterfly slipped between his knuckles and was absorbed into the paper he held.

"Hello Strongheart. My name is Butterfly, and you seem like you have someone to fight for. These two, The Black Lady and Plague Cat have no right to take over Paris. Now, I can give you the powers to fight against them. I only ask that you bring me their disastrous, the ladybug earrings and cat ring in return."

Ivan nodded. "Okay Butterfly." And slowly, he was encased in a tower of rock.

The Black Lady glanced nonchalantly in his direction. "Oh, Kitty, look over there! It seems that we already got Butterfly's attention."

Plague Cat's head swivelled in the direction she was looking. Again, she could hear the smile in his voice. "Neat! It's been a while since we've fought someone. It should be interesting in new bodies."

"Now, make sure you don't use all your strength. We haven't fought as these people before, and we don't know how they'll react."

Plague Cat nodded at her, and then sprung into action. He took out his staff again, and vaulted closer to the giant, rocky creature. "Hey, you big pile of meat, I assume you're looking for me?"

Strongheart's face molded into an expression like squinting. "I'm made of rock, not meat."

Plague Cat thumbed his nose at Strongheart and vaulted off again, though it was an odd thing to do with an expressionless mask over his face.

Then, behind them, a siren was heard. The Black Lady swivelled. Either because of the sudden giant-rock-man, or because screens across Paris had been hijacked, a few police cars had appeared.

"Drop your weapon…. thing." A voice called from near the vehicle.

The Black Lady glanced behind her and was glad to see that Plague Cat was still being followed in the opposite direction by Strongheart. She turned back and smiled at the policeman. "Oh, you mean my yo-yo? No thanks."

And with that, she deftly threw it towards the police car, the string cutting through the metal of the car, and the capsule at the end hitting the policeman in the face. Then, she drew it back, and leaped after Plague Cat.

The two of them were able to guide him towards the stadium, dodging his attacks and sending them into nearby buildings and police cars along the way. Once they arrived, The Black Lady caught sight of someone else following them out of the corner of her eye.

"Alya…" she murmured. Her gut twisted a bit, and she suddenly felt like bolting away from the scene.

A raised eyebrow was felt from behind Plague Cat's mask. "Hmm?"

The Black Lady shook her head. "Nothing. Just lost my focus for a second. Now, what do we know about Mr. Rockface over here?" She asked as the two of them dodged another one of Strongheart's fists, and leapt up to the rim of the stadium.

"Uh, well, when I threw my baton at him, he grew in size. Could just be my bad luck working against me though."

"No… I think that must be his power, he gets stronger with every attack. If I know Butterfly's akumas, then that means it's poisoned something of his… Ah, his fist! He's kept it closed this entire time. Would you be a darling and help me pry it open?"

Plague Cat nodded. "Of course M'Lady. Though, I have a better idea. Cataclysm!"

"Oooh, rock turns to rubble. I like it." The two of them leapt down to the field of the stadium.

The Black Lady darted one way, throwing insults in the direction of Strongheart. Plague Cat darted the other way, and as Strongheart began to pay attention to the Black Lady, Plague Cat readied his Cataclysm.

Then, he paused. The Black Lady shot daggers at him from across the field, but his slight hesitation was all it took. A girl with reddish-brown hair and glasses had grabbed a piece of leftover gym equipment and threw it at Plague Cat. It caused him to tumble to the ground, and the grass around him turned to dust.

Strongheart caught sight of him, bellowed, and brought his fist down. Plague Cat zipped out of the way and back towards the Black Lady.

"That was definitely bad luck," he huffed. "That girl is really unhelpful. I hope she gets crushed in collateral damage."

"Why'd you stop, though?" the Black Lady hissed.

Plague Cat only shrugged. "I dunno. I just… my gut pulled back or something."

"Well, we'll go back to plan A then. Get your staff ready. Lucky Charm!"

A baton just like Plague Cat's, but with a sharp point at the end, fell to the ground, and she felt another raised eyebrow from his direction. "I know exactly what to do with this, don't worry. I need yours too, though."

He shrugged, and tossed it over. "Of course, M'Lady, and what do you need me to do?"

"Go antagonize him, but let yourself be caught. I'll do the rest my dear, don't worry."

Another shrug, and Plague Cat raced off again. After he managed to get himself caught, the Black Lady swung off in Strongheart's direction too. His other fist opened up to catch her, but he dropped the ball of paper he was holding at the same time. As he caught her, she used Plague Cat's staff to keep his fist from closing. Then, she stabbed the piece of paper on the ground with her lucky javelin. It disintegrated and the akuma flew away, and Strongheart fell to the ground, a teenage boy once again.

She landed on her feet near Plague Cat. "How was that?"

He looked towards the ground. "Are you forgetting something…?"

She thought about it. "I don't think so…" Her head hurt, and as she searched her thoughts, it felt like something was blocked off from her. Still, she would remember it later if necessary.

Plague Cat's ring beeped. "Well, it's time to go. See you next time, M'Lady."

They both shot off in opposite directions. Alya came over to help Ivan up, and to ask what happened.

Across the TV were reports of what happened. Damage to the city, footage of the fight, and then, purple butterflies fluttering into people and transforming them into frozen, rocky monsters. No one knew who the good guys were. Marinette had a headache. The tiny red bug was berating her.

"You made her forget! You made the Black Lady forget what to do; how could you do that?!"

Marinette looked at her hands. She remembered every second of the fight. She remembered Plague Cat making threats against her new friend. She remembered assaulting a police officer. But… she had, somehow, made the Black Lady forget that she was supposed to…. capture the whatever in her thing? Marinette smiled to herself; lightly, and full of sadness.

Tikki was still prattering away, but Marinette ignored her, and curled up on her bed instead. I did something. I helped out my city, at least a little bit.

All the way across Paris, Adrien was in his room, clutching a pillow to his head, and hating himself just as much. Plagg was droning on in the background, watching the TV while eating a piece of cheese from Adrien's untouched dinner.

"Oh, so that's what she forgot. You know kid, you made Plague Cat forget about it too. Oh well, nothing we can do until the Black Lady surfaces up again. Do you have any camembert?"

Adrien sat up and glared at the tiny cat-creature. "I'm not giving you cheese."

Plagg shrugged. "Oh well. I can find my own food. See you later, kid."

And with that, he flitted out of the room, and Adrien went back to shoving a pillow into his face.

Butterfly stood in his room, staring out at Paris, and muttering to himself. "They may have won this fight, but it seems that whoever they chose was strong enough to disobey them. And Ivan still has fight left in him. Paris may be reeling, but soon I will have the disastrous, and things can go back to normal."

And with that, his stained glass window closed once again, and Butterfly waited for the inevitable.

A/N: Hi guys. Wow, it's been a long time; apologies. It seems like everything was against me posting again. There was another death in my family, and I didn't feel like writing, and then school overloaded me with work. I kept on oversleeping in the mornings, which is my best time to write, and then I got sick. But, now that I'm feeling better, and with school over, I finally can start in on this fanfic. Hope you like the story! It's going to stay kinda close to the tv show for the beginning at least. I might also start writing another fanfic and update the two once every week. But we'll see. I should be able to write more now that that I'm started in on the story though!

(Also, if you have any story questions, feel free to ask! The one thing I'm going to try to clarify right now is that, yes, Tikki and Plagg sorta possess Marinette and Adrien respectively, but really, it's more like the two are mushed together to create a new being. Therefore, they can affect each other's memories and actions, just like what happened with Marinette at the end there. I hope to explain it more later in the story.)