"We're finally here!" Jane exclaimed in excitement.

I could feel the little kwami squirm in my shirt pocket. I smiled. She was in the right to be excited, this was the first time we were travelling out of Brazil. But this wasn't a vacation. The three miraculi in my possession were stolen and whoever did that was somewhere here, in New York. I don't know if they were aware of the power those charms held, but even if they didn't they were still capable of being dangerous.

Finding them was my first priority. Though I wouldn't be able to do that without a place to stay.

Once I was out of the airport, I hailed a Taxi. I was new to a city like this so I had no clue how to navigate it on my own. I already had a place to stay in. I owned an apartment in this city. It was directly in the heart of the city. Thanks to the inheritance from my father after he died, I had a vast amount of property in parts of the world and a good portion of money that I gained each year due to being the CEO of my father's fashion company, Zelo Emerald Industries.

I closed the window to the front of the taxi after I told him where I wanted to go and closed the door windows too. Just to make sure I placed a finger on the glass. Sure enough, there was a gap between me and my reflection. It was an actual blackout window. Once satisfied, I let Jane out of her hiding place.

"I can feel the other miraculi, Adam. They're here somewhere. But there's something else." She floated over to sit down on the metal bar holding the window in place.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"I can sense many other Miraculi. I don't know how many there are."

-o3o-

"Calm down Marinette," Tikki took a piece of paper from the desk to fan her miraculous holder.

It was of no use though, the young adult was already freaking out and trying her best to muffle her screams of anguish with a pillow. Tikki just rolled her eyes with a sigh as she gave up trying to calm her down. She threw the piece of paper behind her and ignored it as it floated slowly down to the floor. Now she began to try to pick her up from the pathetic position she was in.

"I can't Tikki," Marinette wailed as she finally sat down. "I wasn't expecting Adrien to be here! I was supposed to just come by myself without worrying about anything else to complete my fashion course!" her eyes widened as she pulled on her short ponytail.

She was in New York as her finals for her final year of high school to finish her fashion class. Some of her other classmates had followed along to take the same course after finding a passion for the arts, but she didn't expect Adrien to also be here and serve as a distraction. For three years she'd been immobilized by her crush on him. And she'd never been able to get over that handicap. No matter how hard she tried she would never be able to either ask him out, get him to ask her out, or forget about him completely which was beginning to get annoying.

Apparently, his father came to New York and brought his son along to help out the Fashion Instructor who was going to be giving out the class. So now Marinette was in a class Adrien was assisting in without Alya at her side. Now all of her designs seemed to be worthless to turn into the young Fashion Model. She felt undeserving to even be in the same class as him.

"I thought that would be a good thing?" Tikki tilted her head in a questioning manner.

"Yes. It's awesome that I get to see him a lot more, but not like this!" Marinette covered her head once more with her pillow as she fell onto the bed.

"Don't be like that. Look on the bright side, Marinette. At least you'll only be seeing him during the morning and not the whole day. Right?" Tikki offered.

"Yeah, you're right Tikki. I won't see him the entire day. That'll be less wracking on my nerves," Marinette sighed gratefully at the observation her Kwami made.

Just then a ruckus started up. It sounded like walls being broken by jackhammers. Not only that but the room began to shake as well. What could be causing all that on the 34th floor of a skyscraper? It was as though an elephant were rampaging through the building.

Marinette looked at Tikki before going over to the door to see what was going on. Before she could though. Something smashed through the door sending her flying through the window and plunging down to the street below.

[}i{]

I launched myself upwards flying by a pair of stories until I landed on one of the window panes where I just pushed with my haunches once more to fly up to a girl that was screaming as she fell. I don't know if it was my imagination but I thought that I saw something small whiz into her pocket. Whatever it was, I couldn't let it distract me while I was in a situation as dire as this one. So I ignored it.

The young teen girl crashed into my chest and I clutched her tightly to keep her from falling. Though it was a fruitless attempt since her momentum knocked me off balance. I slammed my claws into the window panes to slow down my fall. Shards of it exploded outward yet the panes held firmly. These weren't one of those standard weak glass panes, the contractor really did know what he was doing when he designed this building. Somewhere between the 6th and 7th floor, I kicked the window creating an opening through which I got us through making sure that nothing could harm the girl. Good thing that my suit covered my entire body. Or else any fleshy parts sticking out would've been cut deeply.

"Are you okay, Miss..?"

"Marinette, and who are you?" the young girl answered with a thick French accent in confusion.

"The people call me Jag—" I nodded at the people who were filming me with their cell phones. Come noon, my pictures would surely be all over the internet and social media. It wasn't every day that a superhero came to New York all the way from South and Central America., "And I'm guessing you're from out of town, eh?"

"Yeah, Paris actually."

While allowing a few more photos of me to be taken I asked Marinette what was going on. She explained to me how she was knocked out of her hotel window after settling in and how there was some shaking prior to the event. That was all she remembered before crashing into me on her way down.

"I think someone was akumatized."

Akuma what? What on earth was she talking about, and what did she mean by that?

"Whatever it is, I'll take care of it. Keep her safe everyone," I ordered the people who were watching the exchange.

"Wait, I don't need—"

I jumped out the window and latched onto the glass windows to start running upward. There were tiny holes in which I pierced my claws to secure my hold on the building that I left behind. Once at the top I vaulted into the room from which Marinette fell from. It was completely totalled. All the furniture was in ruins and papers were strewn across the room. Shards of glass littered the floor.

The room shook faintly just like she told me it earlier.

"Jane? What's going on?" I asked my kwami as I bent down to examine the debris.

I think it's a totem. Just like the one that Womm used— Jane's voice echoed in my head. I remembered Womm. The bastard nearly massacred 30 people. Luckily I was there to stop him and only a few people were injured at worst. The totem he wore gave him the powers of any animal he desired. It was tough to take it away from him, but I was successful in the end.

"Alright, let's do this." I took a stance and said, "Jane, Jaguar agility!"

A beeping noise signified that one of the emerald eyes in my collar disappeared. One ability used up, now I'd have 10 minutes until I reverted back again.

In a burst of speed, I went through several rooms until I got to a hole in the ground where I could see a costumed person on the bottom floor.

"Hello there, I see that you aren't being mind controlled or anything of the sort. So that must mean that you're doing this out of your own free will. That gives you two options. Either give me your totem and we'll be on our merry way, I'll let you go free. No cops involved. Or we can fight and I'll do whatever it takes to stop you," I smirked underneath my mask as I landed in front of the confused woman.

"What the hell? Aren't you supposed to be a Brazilian superhero?" she didn't have a mask to shield her face. Instead, the only thing she had was normal clothes and an odd elephant tusk necklace.

That must be the source of her powers. There's a lot of energy coming out from it. It's nearly intoxicating.

"Yeah, I'm from Brazil, Jag they call me. But that doesn't mean that I don't travel. So tell me where did you get that thing. And what is your choice?"

"Grah!" she snarled as she tackled me.

Each step shook the floor and when she crashed into me it felt like a ton of bricks had been launched into my stomach. I was able to leap over her before she had a chance to pin me into the wall though. I pushed myself off a wall and scratched the woman's back marking her deeply.

"Aah! She told me that you were crazy and dangerous. Not like any other so-called hero," she grunted as she threw a punch at me. I dodged swiftly and she ended up striking the wall behind me instead.

She tried to pull her hand out but it was stuck.

"Who are you talking about?" I ask as I pin her free arm behind her back.

"Nyah!" she managed to throw me through a wall into a hallway occupied by terrified people.

I shut my eyes as the pain of hitting my head clouded my sensations. I've felt things worse, but that didn't lessen the feeling of what I assumed was my concussion.

"Heh, the kitty cat is taking a nap. How cute," I could hear the voice so near to me. I had to get up but I couldn't.

"Whoa there girl. Why don't you pick someone your own weight," a childish voice challenged.

I was finally able to look up. A boy with blond hair, green eyes, and some stubble making his lower face appear a faint grey, wearing spandex and a bell was standing behind the woman. I spotted a ridiculous tail that was made from the belt that dragged behind him as he walked to us.

"Who the hell are you?" I said in unison with the villainess.

"The name's Chat Noir, I'm the purr-tector of Paris." he grinned.

Great, a pun maker.

That's the Miraculous I was sensing. So this clown was a miraculous holder.

"Destroy the totem, that's where her powers are coming from. It's her necklace," I ordered as I kicked the woman towards Chat Noir.

"On it," he twirled a metal staff in his hands as he wound up for a hit.

A beep followed by a schloop! signified that one of my clawed nails had disappeared on both hands. Drat. Two minutes have passed by, better make this quick before I have to de-transform. There wasn't anywhere I could hide to do that right now. And I couldn't just run off and leave her with this clown. So I decided to take a risk and keep on fighting.

The woman had knocked Chat's staff away and was now charging straight at me.

"Look Sharp Jag!"

I tried to dodge but I was still a bit disoriented from the concussion and ended up speeding into a wall. That hurt even more as I think I broke my nose slightly. Wonder how I was going to explain that one to my bodyguard.

Anyway, I was lying on the floor when I saw the totem bearer raise a foot to stomp my face in.

"Shields!" I crossed my arms as an aura blazed to life around me. 2 more beeps and schloops warned me that my time was now cut in half. Only 2 minutes left now.

Her foot came stomping down only to bounce off and make my aura turn from a greenish hue to an orange that matched the pelt of an actual jaguar. I smirked as she looked at me confused. Even Chat was giving me a surprised look. And I had something up my sleeve that would surprise them even further. I got on my feet with my hands still in the same position and broke the stance with a cry, "Kinetic discharge!"

A wave of golden energy emanated from me pushing the woman backwards into Chat Noir and out the window. The people still in the hallway were pushed into the wall briefly before the sphere dissipated. That move drained a lot from me, but I pushed on as I ran quickly to the edge of the building where the glass was broken. Below me, I could see that Chat Noir had his baton once again somehow and had it impaled into one of the windows preventing his and the criminal's fall. This building had suffered a lot. There was a lot of building damage to the windows of all things. I made a quick mental note of depositing a generous sum of money to the hotel for damages.

"Cataclysm!" I heard Chat yell out.

Black energy bubbled from his gloved hand. He reached out and touched the totem the woman was wearing and I watched it wither and disintegrate into dust. The woman lost her grip on the staff afterwards and started plunging to the ground.

For a moment, I hesitated. Another of my claws disappeared marking one minute left for me to get the heck out of here. This wouldn't be the first time a criminal died on my watch. I just couldn't save everyone. Besides, she wasn't even forced to do what she did. This was all on her, wasn't it?

"NOO! Get her Jag!" Chat Noir's command snapped me back.

Without further hesitation or questioning, I jumped. I was able to fall faster thanks to my agility still being active. My shield was gone so a fall from this height would still be enough to kill me. I was able to reach her in time though, and I planted my remaining claw into the panes to slow down my fall. Then, it disappeared too. I fell the remaining two stories and used my feet to absorb the shock.

I rushed over to a metal pole and wrapped it around the woman who was now struggling to remain conscious and dashed into the building and into a janitor's closet as my costume began to evaporate slowly with its incessant beeping noise.

"Spots in," I relieved my Kwami from her struggle to keep me in my transformation.

"Oh, wow. That was tough!" she sighed as her whiskers twitched.

For a jaguar kwami, she didn't look anything like the animal she was supposed to represent. She did have the spots Jaguars possessed, but instead of a golden-yellow pelt, she had grey fur. And her tail was thick and long. Even her paws looked off as she only had three clawed fingers.

After feeding her some ham to replenish her strength, I transformed back and exited the closet. If anyone saw Adam exit the same place Jag had entered questions would be asked. Plus, I still had yet to receive the NYPD to turn over the criminal. Without a proper testimony, they wouldn't be able to do anything to her. And it wasn't like the people who witnessed the entire event could do anything other than offer support since they didn't know who the hell was the one attacking them during the chaos.

"Pound it?" Chat Noir raised his fist at me waiting for me to give him a fist bump. His French accent wasn't as bad as other French people I've met, but it was still there making it obvious that he wasn't aware of the customs other people in the world had when it came to contact like that. So I instead just stood there looking at him making him awkwardly scratch his head.

"Sorry, I just usually do this crime-fighting thing with someone else. Talking about said person, she would've been able to reverse all the damage done to the city after a battle. Do you have like a third ability that you want to bring out to fix things up a bit?"

"No."

"Oh, uh. Okay—" then he directed his attention at the woman trapped in the twisted metal. "Tusk, Tusk. You know, you should've known better than sinking your fangs into a feline family. We are furry good at our jobs after all," he smirked showing a bit of his modified fanged teeth.

The sirens of the cop cars drew closer as the patrol cars came into view after turning a corner. The beeps of Chat Noir's ring left him with only one light left.

"You better get going if you don't want anyone to find out who you truly are," I warned.

"Noted," he grinned as he gave a little salute of a goodbye before using his baton to launch himself into the air in the direction of a shorter building's roof leaving me by myself to be questioned by the police who were already forcing people to get out of the way.

— -==-Epilogue-==- —

"If you kids could please stand to greet your Professor who will be with you for the remainder of the year," I could hear one of the teachers inside of the lobby ask politely.

I took that as my cue and walked into the room. A lot of the girls fawned as they took me in.

"That's the owner of Zelo Emerald Industries," I heard one of the girls whisper to her friends.

I looked around taking in the appearance of each of my students. They were all young adults, only 3-4 years my junior at the very least. My eyes landed on one of the girls as I recognized her. It was the girl I rescued from falling to her death, Marinette. Her purplish hair tied into a ponytail was the main indication secondary to her clothing. She was wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a floral image in the middle of it with a ladybug whizzing by. And her pants were just the normal standard faded jeans. Not much of a stylistic taste for someone in a fashion course I noted.

Then there was also a young man. Blond hair slicked back into a style that made his hair stick out in the back giving him a rebellious, yet proper look. Green eyes similar to emeralds, and some stubble was starting to show on his face. He looked eerily familiar. Of everyone in the room, those two were the ones who called my attention the most. With the exception of the peculiar young woman clinging to the boy's arm.

"Hello, je suis Chloé Bourgeois. And this is Adrien Agreste. Il est going to be le assistant for you," she introduced themselves in a similar french accent to Marinette's. But her manner of introduction was a bit irritating, almost as if she were self-centred. Though I might be judging harshly by her appearance. Looks could be deceiving and she might actually be pretty nice to get along with. God knows how many times I was judged because of my age.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Bourgeois," I shook her hand in greeting.

"Now as you all know, the hotel you were staying in was demolished from the top floor including several window panes after an attack from a crazy woman. So because of that, Gabriel Agreste has agreed to let you all stay at one of the hotels he owns in the city. But because there is so many of you, some of you will be sharing rooms with each other, as opposed to having a room to yourselves like it was originally intended. So it is my pleasure to announce the first two people to be sharing a room with each other. Miss Dupain Cheng and Adrien Agreste."

"QUELLE!?" was the response I got from Chloe from the announcement I gave.

Her friend was also stunned a bit. He was so familiar. Almost like that Chat Noir, I fought alongside. I was going to have to keep an eye on him.