Hi, lord Martiya here. Some of you may find this familiar, and in fact this is based on on Day 3 of my take on the 2018 Lilanette Week, that a reader suggested to develop in a full story. Just a warning: I'm using my own personal headcanons to fill the many holes in Lila's background. Hope it won't be too bad.

by lord Martiya

Chapter 01: A Kwami Not for Kids

Lila was in a horrible mood. Not only, as it always happened whenever she changed countries and school, her many acquaintanceships from her parents' job parties had been quickly exposed-and not even by the aspiring journalist or the mayor's daughter-and blown out of proportions as full-fledged friendships, she had been swept in by the local troubles and, in a moment of utter stupidity from sheer irritation at the former and shock from the latter, she had declared to Cesaire she was friends with Ladybug, the local superheroine.

Pass a few hours, and while she was talking with the one guy in the school she knew wouldn't care of her "friendships", the short-tempered superheroine came out of the sky and angrily called her out, leading to her getting her head violated by the local supervillain. And then Ladybug had the gall of apologizing in front of Chat Noir, and not Adrien Agreste. As she walked back to the Italian embassy, where she'd stay as long as they remained in Paris (a perk of her mother being a diplomat and insisting to bring her around), her cell phone warned her the Ladyblog had an update-with an announcement from Ladybug in person. She knew exactly what it was, and opened it to see how she was publicly exposing her lie.

"It was my fault." Ladybug claimed in the interview. "It was already a bad day, and when I saw Lila had admitted we were friends and made herself a target I kinda, well, exploded… And you all saw the rest."

As she continued watching Ladybug not exposing her lie, Lila tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

"Of course, the Ladyblog's reputation would be ruined…" she realized. Quite good for someone who hated liars…

As she continued walking back she passed near a side alley and noticed she saw four thugs about her age surrounding an old man of apparent Chinese descent with a horrible flower print shirt. She was pretty sure it was no good reason to assault anyone, even in Paris, so…

"Ladybug, I know it was a bad day, but go easy on them!" she called out. And of course, the thugs scattered and run in fear. Pity, they didn't look too strong. "Are you well, sir?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." the elder replied, before a flash of recognition appeared in his eyes. Great, she was already being recognized as Volpina. "Forgive me, but you remind me of an old friend." Or not.

"Maybe." Lila admitted. "Then again, back in Rome the "pel di volpe" hairstyle is like pigtails are here since Ladybug appeared."

She needed to get out, now. Or as soon as she had brought the old busybody home to make sure the experience didn't give him some heart issues. It was already a bad day without people finding out that other thing.

As she had finally arrived to the embassy, thankfully with the elder not prying any more, Lila wanted nothing but to get in her room, and maybe talk with her few actual friends on the phone. Except her mother had been waiting, supposedly to try and help her getting over the experience.

"Have you considered Ladybug covered for you because she actually feels bad for this mess?" her mother asked after being told the story. "And that maybe she has no idea what she did in the end?"

"She knew exactly what she was doing." Lila replied, coldly. She just wanted to stay alone, maybe binge on Nutella and sunflower seeds. She knew what Ladybug had done, and somehow she'd make her pay.

"After you calm down, think about that. Please."

With that, Lila's mother finally left, and Lila threw herself on her bed. And felt something fall down from her pocket before it clattered on the floor.

Curious, Lila decided to watch, and found a small exagonal box with a strange pattern on it. Trying to understand what it was, she opened it, and found a necklace not unlike the one she had bought just that day, only it wasn't a Gabriel brand jewel but something finely hand crafted. And before she could even start to try and wonder who had given her that, there was an orange light and a small foxlike being was floating before her.

"Lila, hi! I'm Trixx, the kwami of the Fox Miraculous!"

Surprised, the Italian girl stared at the newcomer before reaching the obvious conclusion.

"I thought I had outgrown imaginary friends." she stated.

Trixx decided the best way to prove he was real was to smack her on the head.