Like a lot of good, heart-wrenching tragedies, this one started with a move. Basile was just like his cousin, Marinette: half french and half Chinese, only he had lived in China all of his life. He had the same blue eyes, and similar raven hair, though his was a bit closer to black. They were even the same age, though Basile was a few months older, both in their junior year of high school. Basile moved in with his Aunt and Uncle after his parents had been killed in a fire.

Learning advanced French was easy, since his mother had already taught him the basics, and Marinette taught him over the summer. Until the storage room was cleared out for him, he slept in a sleeping bag on Marinette's floor. It was a bit awkward at first, since they had only met once before, when they were toddlers, but they gradually set into a routine. While Marinette got ready, Basile ate breakfast, then they switched. It worked for them and the awkwardness soon faded.

Basile liked to go up on the balcony at night, when Marinette was asleep. He hadn't slept well since the fire, but who could blame him? The guilt was crushing, even though the fire wasn't his fault. He liked to stare at the stars and wonder if his parents were up there somewhere. He decided that they weren't, because stars were very hot. Perhaps they were in the clouds during the day instead.

Basile learned about Ladybug and Chat Noir a few weeks into the summer, when he found Marinette going over the Ladyblog and seemingly talking to herself. When he had shown curiosity about Paris's superheroes, she had gladly explained what she could to him. Little did she know, his curiosity was because he was like them.

Of course, he heard about Adrien, and would listen to her gush about him for hours on end. It seemed that even after nearly six years of knowing him, she still couldn't bring herself to form more than two coherent sentences. Basile wanted to help his cousin. His source may have been biased, but this Adrien sounded like a nice guy.

Then he met Alya. It was an accident, really. Basile was taking a nap on the floor in the sun, minding his own business, when suddenly someone had stepped on him. He let out a shout and Alya let out a startled scream. After a few minutes of rolling on the floor laughing, Marinette had introduced them. They got along well, especially when Alya learned of Basile's interest in the Ladyblog.

Basile also enjoyed living with the Dupains because of the delicious treats he received at every opportunity. Marinette's parents loved to spoil him, and he loved being spoiled. His parents had always been harsh on him, though they loved him, and being treated like a lost puppy was rather nice. Of course, he still kept up with his talents, practicing the piano on his battery-powered piano and singing every day. Marinette loved to listen to him, and when Alya discovered this, she did too. He would sing to them for hours at a time.

Then school began, and Basile had the anxiety that every high schooler did on their first day in a completely new place. Marinette helped him pick out an outfit from his suitcase for the first day; she was the fashion expert, after all. He wore a navy t-shirt, a black jacket, a pair of black dress pants, and navy tennis shoes. the first day. Marinette had designed the jacket herself. She loved having a model around all the time, and especially loved having one who was not only willing, but eager to put up with her fashion antics.

Basile nearly got cold feet the moment he saw the school gates, but Marinette wouldn't let him turn around. Alya saw them and waved, jogging over with her boyfriend, Nino, in tow. Basile shook hands with Nino, and Nino declared him an official Bro. Basile didn't really get it, but he went with it.

Then he met the infamous Adrien Agreste. Basile was reminded of a Greek God. Adrien had grown from an angel-faced middle schooler to a teen heart-throb high-schooler with a chiseled jaw, naturally seductive eyes, and the perfect body. No wonder this kid's a model, Basil thought. He had seen pictures, but the real thing was something else entirely.

Basile got along with Adrien as well, and managed to help Marinette along while talking to him. The group seemed to accept him, and he appreciated that. Having no friends in a new school would be rough.

Basile actually turned out to be pretty popular with the students. He was pretty attractive himself, and being from another country made him something to be curious about. Basile had trouble remembering names, so he gave everyone nicknames in his mind and remembered their real names that way. Nathanael caught his eye. The red-head was shy and adorable, and Basile found himself with a little crush-at-first-sight.

Basile didn't like Chloe. She was nice enough to him at first, trying to get him to become one of her willing servants, but he didn't like her. Her face looked heavy, and she was rude to Marinette. He felt bad for her ginger friend, Sabrina.

School went well. Basil had little trouble with the language barrier, thanks to Marinette. She didn't know much Chinese, but she was able to help him for the most part, though he did pretty well on his own.

However, class was interrupted rather abruptly when they were returning from lunch. The teacher had been akumized and was now The Teachinator. Marinette disappeared. Basile slowly backed out of the room while the Teachinator gave everyone detention (by supergluing them to their chairs). Basile ran to the bathroom, unzipping a pocket in his jacket. A little white and grey kwami with feathery ears, like an owl's, popped out, complaining loudly about his nap being disturbed. "Ptak, wake up, we've got a problem. Transform me!" Ptak was absorbed into his necklace, a small silver feather.

In a flash, Basile was put into a gray and white suit resembling the feathers of a mockingbird, with feathers attached to his arms. With those, he couldn't fly, but he could glide just fine. He ran out of the bathroom and outside to where the Teachinator was on the roof, reigning terror on the citizens. He bumped right into someone wearing a leather cat suit. "Ouch!" They both fell on their rear ends.

"Ah, you must be Chat Noir," Basile was the first to pick himself up and held out a hand to the confused superhero. "That's me, but who are you?" "Mockingbird. I recently moved here. So what's your super villain like?" He asked as if it were completely normal.

Chat Noir stood and told him about Hawkmoth as they scaled the building together. Basile was perplexed, "that's pretty impressive actually. Mine just turned normal people into henchman, no super powers. I already beat her," Basile landed on the roof. There, he recognized Ladybug with her yoyo battling superglue blots from the Teachinator. He drew his weapons, a pair of blunted daggers, and waited patiently. Chat Noir jumped forward, "my lady!" He called out. "We have a guest!"

Ladybug glanced back at Basile, making him pause. That was Marinette. She clearly didn't recognize him, and he supposed he liked it better that way. No wonder her answers about Ladybug had been so vague, yet so specific at the same time.

Watching the two fight was pretty interesting. They knew each other so well, and worked together perfectly. Basile shrugged, "I suppose I'll just have to work around them. He walked around the other side quietly, the grey and white of his suit blending in with the roof. Then he jumped with a delighted laugh, landing on the Teachinator's back. She spun around in the air, desperately trying to get him off. He clung to her, knocking the glue gun out of her hand to the ground.

Ladybug broke the gun and a little black butterfly came out. Still clinging to the Teachinator's back, he watched in astonishment as she caught it in her yoyo and it turned white, fluttering away. He landed on the roof and the Teachinator landed beside him, transforming back to the regular teacher. Basile shook his head to clear it, "what was that?" Surprisingly, he had no accent detectible in his perfect French. That was part of being Mockingbird: he could copy any accent, any voice, perfectly.

"That was an akuma," Ladybug said. She held out her hand. "Ladybug." He shook it, "Mockingbird. I just moved here." He grinned, "you two make a great team." Chat Noir grinned at the comment and Ladybug smiled. "Thank you, and thanks for your help." She turned everything back to normal. Basile saluted to them and glided off the roof. He transformed behind a street corner and hurried back to class, where people were chattering about the recent battle. Alya was at it with her Ladyblog again, and she had gotten a shot of Mockingbird. She was typing up a bunch of questions about him, and of course, about Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Basile just smiled innocently and sat down. He glanced at Marinette, wondering if he should confront her. He decided not to just yet.