Sock covered feet walk slowly into the dining hall, a single hand on the left keeping the wall within arm's length. Fingers feel a corner at the edge of the room, stopping the boy in place. A set of gentle footfalls stop, a faint clinking sound coming from the upcoming room, a second one not far behind. I always hated this part of the morning. Taking slow and careful steps, I inch my way forward, sock covered toes barely touching the leg of a chair. Feeling for the back, I get closer still, bringing myself into the seating position, the smell of seasoned salmon and coffee filling my nose. Upon sitting, an older man's voice starts just to my left. I lean back and listen.

"Mister Adrien, for breakfast this morning we have prepared you an egg white salmon omelette, a small fruit cup, and a croissant freshly made from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. To drink you have a cup of coffee, two sugars and no cream. If there is anything else you need, don't hesitate to ask."

"Alright, thank you."

Footsteps leave just the same as they came in, gentle and hard to hear, leaving me alone with the sounds of a slight breeze hitting the windows and the smell of the morning meal. Resting my wrists on the edge of the table, I move them until I feel the notches I made several years ago with Mom. There were three, a single one on my left, where the dinner fork is immediately in front of, and on the right two, one for the knife, and the other for the spoon, when such utensil is required. Mom had always done anything that could help me out, but as of late, father always seemed to find disappointment with the things I did with her. He says that it's best to not dwell on the past, but sometimes, it's the only way to cope.

A dull metal butter knife cuts through fluffy egg and delicate salmon, clinking softly on the porcelain plate underneath. I chew quietly, silence, a silence of all senses, slowly becomes everything as the fragrant food diminishes. The sound of an empty street, or a windless meadow. Something created just as easily as it's broken.

Sharp clacking footsteps ring through the large dining hall, the echoes making the room seem bigger than I had ever known. The footsteps stop at my right, before a distinctly female voice starts, "Your schedule Mister Adrien."

The paper flaps momentarily in the air, just enough for me to have a rough estimate of where it could be. Reaching out an open hand, the paper's edge touches the back of my right hand. I sigh momentarily, moving my hand again to grab it.

"Thank you Nathalie," I say, taking the thick piece of paper from her hand.

Distinct bumps on the paper in lieu of real letters, a real miracle if Nathalie even could decipher what it said without either father's or my help. Using my right index finger, I read the Braille document, "7:45 Mathematics, 8:30 History, 9:15..."

I stop paying attention at that point. So far it's the same as every other day. A single question picks at my brain, the same one every year prior to now. The same one that has been given the same exact answer every time it's asked.

"Nathalie, why can't I just go to a regular school this year?"

She sighs where she's standing, "We've been over this. Your father doesn't think that it would be the best idea o send you out into the outside world with you how you are."

That comment, "-with you how you are." digs in like a knife. "But there isn't anything wrong with who I am."

I shake my head in an attempt to live past that, not really wanting to. A few moments pass until I get an idea.

"Nathalie, would I be able to go on a walk down to the bakery? They know me down there, and if so need help get to home, I know Mr. Dupain would help me out."

"Adrien, if you want something from down there, I can head down there and get you what you want."

"I'd prefer to get there myself. I could use a walk anyway."

She waits a few seconds before answering the replying again, "Don't be too long."

Internally smirking, I slowly make my way to my room, to put on shoes and grab my cane, the finer details of a plan brewing, stirring around in my head.

Fresh morning air fills my nose, the footfalls of passersby accompany the clacking of my aluminum cane on the cobbled stone walkway. Footfalls get closer as conversation dies down between groups of people walking past, a discontented sigh escapes me. Doing my best to ignore them, I continue on my way.

"Turn right in one hundred feet," a cold, broken, artificial voice speaks, muffled by the pocket it originated from.

I only manage a few more steps before a loud yell calls out from behind me, "Kid! Stop! Car!"

I plant my feet in place, the sound of stomping feet getting closer, along with the panting, out of breath struggle of speaking, "There's a reason why it's illegal to cross on a red light."

I turn around, my cane barely tapping against his foot, "I'm sorry sir, I'll try to be more careful next time."

I barely hear him breathe out an "oh" before he speaks again, "No, it is a danger to yourself if you continue to try to walk alone, ask your parent or guardian to drive you where you need to go, but today, I can take you."

"And this is what I get for trying to do my own thing. I can't do anything myself." I sigh again, my guess at a police officer, grabs my shoulder and escorts me to his car, and sets me down in the backseat while I fold up my cane.

"Thank you sir," I lie, I want to prove that I can go to school on my own, but I guess that isn't the case.

"Where are you heading?"

"School."

"We'll be there in just a few minutes, don't you worry."

My phone interrupts the newfound silence with, "Turn right in twenty five feet."

I promptly cancel the directions.

I feel the car stop, the sound of fabric rubbing on fabric indicates that the officer driving has turned around, "This would be your stop."

"Thank you Officer..."

"Roger, Roger Raincomprix."

I feel for the handle to open the door, pulling the slightly sticky handle and push the door out with my elbow. Unfolding my cane, I shut the door behind me, my heel hanging just over the curb, I walk a few steps before hearing a car door open behind me, a familiar clacking set of footsteps call from my left.

"Adrien, you need to come back with us, back home," the distinct voice of Nathalie calls out, her own car door closing fast behind her.

"Nathalie, I can go to school, not you or my father can change that."

"Really Adrien, do tell me where the front door is then."

I lift my cane to somewhere in front of me, before Nathalie corrects me, "Wrong. It's about twenty feet to the left. In case you hadn't noticed, that is longer than your arm can reach. You can't even make it inside the building, how can you expect to attend if that's the case?"

"What am I even doing?" I think to myself before hearing the sound of something clattering somewhere to my right, a thud and a groan just after, "Maybe if I... No... Just check what happened, and if Nathalie stops me, then she is just right once again. Maybe I really don't belong at a regular school."

I walk towards the groaning sound on the ground, my cane moving whatever the person had dropped. Crouching down, I set my cane next to me, and I fumble to find what it had touched not ten seconds ago. My fingertips graze something smooth, possibly polished. I reach my hand out slightly further, wrapping my hand around the curved handle, clacking footsteps behind me.

"Mister Adrien, we really should leave, this man can get up on his own. He doesn't need a blind kid to be his hero."

I shake my head, feeling wrinkled fingers on the back of my hand, squeezing it slightly, "Nathalie, just let me help him up, then I'll go back home. Deal?"

All I get in response is a sigh, "Good enough for me."

I grab the old man's hand, and help lift him up, his own hand taking his cane from my hand whispering, "Thank you very much young man."

"Yeah... No problem."

Upon hearing slow steps walking away, I am handed my folded cane, and am guided back by my shoulder to the car. I rest my head on the back of my seat, wondering if it was all worth it. All to help someone other than myself, doubt quickly fills my thoughts.

I lay on my bed, feet dangling over the edge, my pillow barely touching the top of my head. News plays on the radio elsewhere in my room, some press release telling citizens to stay indoors. Never really had a problem with that.

"You are to never take a single step outside of that door. You are my son, my disabled son. You cannot be part of that dangerous world, I simply won't allow it," Father's words replay through my head.

"The only reason I don't belong there yet is because I haven't been able to go out there except for your infrequent photo shoots."

"I'm done with this conversation Adrien, Nathalie, continue."

My thoughts are interrupted by three sharp knocks on my door. Sitting up, I call out, "Who is it?"

"It's Nathalie, I have a package for you."

"I'll be right there."

Standing up, I move slowly to find the wall on my left, following the wall, fingers searching for the gap between door and wall. Upon finding it, I pivot slightly, grabbing the cool and smooth door knob, pulling the door open. Holding out my hand, Nathalie sets a piece of paper in my hand, followed by a more substantial weight.

"Thank you Nathalie." I close the door before she can say anything.

After turning around, I walk slowly towards the center of my room, knowing I had a couch somewhere off the walls of my room. Knee touching the back of the leather couch, I step over it, feet move slowly from cushion to floor, before actually sitting down in the soft piece of furniture.

I set the package on my leg, mom taught me that it was best to open the letter to a gift first than the gift itself.

"I do hope I am able to read this."

The smooth side of the envelope is just that, smooth, not even an indent for where a pen may have written. Sighing slightly, I tear open the envelope, and grab the paper from inside. Fingertips find the all too familiar bumps of Braille.

"Inside the box, there is a piece of jewelry called the Ring of the Black Cat. All will be explained once you open the box. Thank you."

That is it. No signature from who may have given this to me, or even anything addressing it to me. Instead of being frustrated, I set the note down next to me, grabbing the box resting on my leg.

"I guess there's no time like the present to open this," I mumble, finding the hinge of the box.

I open it carefully, from past experience, these things liked to snap shut if I'm not careful. A few seconds after opening, I hear a yawn from somewhere just in front of me.

"Hello?"

"Hi, the name's Plagg, what's yours?"

"Umm... Adrien... May I ask how you got in here, or better yet, where are you?"

Two furry stubs gently touch the back of my hand, "I'm right here kid, I thought it would be obvious after that mini lightshow you just got."

"Right... about that-" I get cut off my the talking male voice.

"I get it, your eyes look really dead, and you haven't stopped staring at a building out your window. Just answer me this, do you want to be a superhero with the power of destruction?"

I pause for a second, leaning back. I almost start to answer with a yes, but I stop myself, "What good is a blind hero, especially one that can't leave his own house?"

"The Blind part I can't change, but being able to leave is all up to you."

I pause again, a resounding stomping comes from all around.

"I'll do it," I say sliding the rig from the box on my finger.

"Cool, there's a few pieces of information you need to know first. You have the power of Cataclysm, you destroy anything you touch, you transform into a superhero by saying Claws Out, but-"

"So, I just say Claws Out?"

"I haven't finished explaining, you only have five-" He shuts up.

It's a weird feeling, something feeling somewhat like leather forming around my eyes, and form fitting around everything below my neck. The last two things are some ball in front of my Adam's Apple, and two things resting on the top of my head.

Once those last things are formed, it all feels strange. I can almost feel where the table is, as well as the wall behind me. I grab the box, and lean forward, and drop it on the table, without it hitting the floor. I stand up and walk to where I can tell where my bed is, and reach down and grab the pillow, and toss it elsewhere, and follow after it.

"Is this sight? If it is, where's the color that Father talks about when discussing his next clothing line?"

My fingers graze parts of the suit, a small metal tube just above my belt, and a very long part of the belt dangling down, just barely above the ground. I dome my hands around the three sided things on my head, and everything starts to feel like it was before the transformation, a complete sense of lost as I slip on the pillow. I uncover them, and it's all back to it was before. I wrap my hands around the metal ball at my throat, with all but the same outcome.

"Okay then, better keep these uncovered."

I sit up, realizing I had almost forgotten something, "Plagg? Where'd you go, you kinda stopped talking in the middle of explaining some stuff."

I wait for a response that doesn't come. The radio continues talking, something long forgotten with the whole fuzzy talking thing.

"The stone being has been seen walking from a local school down closer to the stadium, easily bypassing police blockades. Police are asking again for all citizens to remain home, and to head there if at all possible."

"I guess that's my queue to get out there, Plagg isn't answering, so..." I walk over to the window, the handle easy to find with the 'sight' that I have now, "How hard can this be?"

I mean really, how hard can it be trying to be a hero?

So far, it isn't bad. If balancing on an elongated metal staff was your style that is. For me though, this allowed freedom from the prison that was my house, and that is everything. I'm about halfway across before I can hear a loud scream from the distance, a figure being picked up by what I can only guess are cat ears on the top of my head. I take a few careful steps back, the screaming voice gets closer.

"It'd be better to catch this girl now than pick her up later, right? Yeah..."

The longer the screaming lasts the more feminine and the louder it gets.

"Hello there-" is all I can utter before the girl slams into my chest, both of us going over the side of the makeshift tightrope, bungeeing off of it just before the staff gives way falling onto the ground, "Nice of you to drop in miss. Were you thrown by the villain, or no?"

I can almost hear the hesitation permitting from her. She clears her throat before replying, "No, I'm extremely clumsy."

"Well, Just Extremely Clumsy, nice to meet you." I stand up, habit kicks in when I take hesitant steps towards my fallen staff.

She groans, "Your sense of humor is just the same as my dad's. If you start making puns, I don't know what I'll do."

"No purr-omises miss." A definite slapping sound can be heard from the girl's forehead.

"Don't we have a super villain to go fight kitty?"

"About that, do you know what direction the stadium is? I've grown up as an indoor cat," I scratch the back of my neck, a sudden onset of embarrassment falls over me with that seemingly simple question.

"Follow me, don't get lost, I am new to this, and I don't know if I can do this without you."

"Oh, you have no idea to how many new things I have to deal with while being a hero. No idea at all..."

She twirls the rope around almost to the point of 'looking' like a solid object before letting it loose, the small object on the end flying off into the distance. "Over that way then... I can do this."

Staff in hand, I sprint forward, the staff elongating quite the distance, and I slam the bottom into the ground, vaulting myself forward, landing awkwardly on a stone rooftop.

The girl screams again as she hurtles towards the rooftop, landing awkwardly as well, "I guess the little black cat's luck prevents it from landing on its feet. What a shame." She stifles a laugh before traveling on again.

"Well, you weren't much better you know," I rival.

"Yeah, but I'm typically a clumsy person. It doesn't count."

"But..." I start before I'm silenced by the other girl.

"Do you want a long talk on the way to the stadium, or do you want to catch the villain before he destroys all of Paris?"

I nod in fear of ticking her off again, that banter really seemed to bug her. She takes off again and I am left with more falling on most of the rooftops, all trying to keep up with this girl.

I can almost feel the grass beneath my covered feet. Soft and cool, perfect for a short nap, but the massive figure not too far in front of me dictates otherwise. Each gargantuan step shakes the ground, making for unstable footing, and audible cracks forming in the concrete walls that have created a closed environment. I can 'see' three people in the stadium, including myself, and a figure standing barely in 'sight' on top of one of the walls. The one person that was neither myself or the massive rock monster crouched in a doorway, watching the fight, with what my guess was enthusiasm. I slide between the open legs of the rock monster, staff elongating as I slide under, pulling both feet out from under him. He falls, allowing for the perfect opportunity to slam my staff into the back of him. Probably not the best idea in the world.

The stone guy grows, similar to the stories of the Grinch's Heart in that one terrible Christmas story, but this time, we don't know how big he originally started.

The girl sitting, watching the bout calls out, "Your partner could use some help little red!"

In response, the girl at the top of the stadium wall jumps down, landing not too far from me, "Sorry about that wait kitty, but I was... uhh... analyzing the situation."

I chuckle, this girl is a pretty bad liar, but in the off chance that she's just always this awkward, I keep my mouth shut, about her lie that is.

"I don't know about you, but think I'm going to try to use my power on this. Cataclysm!" I reach my hand up, the amount of devastating power hard to keep still, barely grazing the metal goal above me.

"I certainly hope that what Plagg meant by only having five was about uses of this power before I'm back to being normal again."

I sprint forward, careful not to touch anything else, and slam my hand down on one rocky part of the stone being's body, with no obvious results.

"Well, if that isn't the five part he was talking about, I don't know what is."

I jump back to where my partner is, her own voice calling out, "Lucky Charm!"

Out of thin air, a bodysuit forms, falling into the girl's hands, "A diving suit? What is this for?"

Based on how her head is moving, it is a reasonable guess that she's looking for something, so I decide to think about what it can be used for. My foot moves slightly, touching a tube on the ground, and I pick it up, "Do you think this may help?"

"A hose? That seems just as useless as... Oh... Kitty, you're a genius!" She stuffs the end of the hose inside of the suit, shoving me at the stone figure still moving slowly towards us, "I promise that if you get caught, and I do, we can defeat this villain."

"Let's hope that your sanity gets restored first." Is all I can think before a cool stone hand grabs me, restricting arm movement.

I am left to 'see' my partner get grabbed as well, the bodysuit in hand, "Alya, the water!"

The girl that has been watching the fight scrambled to the pole next to her, with what I can guess a valve is on top, and turn the thing frantically. Within seconds the grip on my partner is loosened, and both her and a small stone fall to the ground. She squeezes the rock with that stringed device, and a small thing, something I don't even know what to call, flies off, the stone being transforms, dropping me onto the ground.

Left in its stead. A large boy, both hands holding onto his head, and my partner walks closer to him, and I can barely hear her say "Ivan."

Three consecutive beeps interrupt everything that is going on in my head, and my partner turns back towards me, "Kitty, it looks like it's time for you to leave, before your identity gets revealed."

"It's... Chat Noir, actually, but you can continue calling me 'Kitty' if you'd like."

"Just go Chat, I'll see you next time there's a villain around."

I nod, a feeling sinking down that this would become almost a constant aspect of our working relationship, and I head home. Instincts guide my way back to my room, where I sit down on my bed, a single beep comes from my hand. It is only a minute before I feel the familiar weight and feel of my usual clothes, and not the skin tight suit that I had been wearing, and everything goes back to the way it was before, complete and utter nothing, and no knowing where anything is.

"If only it stayed like it had." My head falls back, bouncing slightly on the mattress, and another yawn comes from my lap.