"You are not worthy of the markings on your body!"
Pain.
"The name on that plaque!"
Dishonor.
"Or the weapons in your hand!"
Shame.
"Please! It wasn't me, I promise it wasn't- AGHHH!"
Burning.
"Take your weapons back, and run. Never look back. Leave the damn country if you have to."
Loneliness…
A young teen, clad in red with black spots jumped from building to building. Her short midnight blue hair shimmering as it flew behind her. Her dark blue eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. It was Paris' very own Ladybug! Part of the Miraculous duo that kept the city safe from the evil akuma!
Ladybug swung over one particular building, dropping in through the sunroof. There was a brief flash and their stood a same young teen. But without her black spotted suit and mask, now replaced with her white t-shirt, grey blazer, bright pink capris, and grey peppered slippers.
A small bug like creature, a kwami, flew around her with a slightly exhausted expression. "Whoa! That was close, you were nearly late!" she sighed.
"I know Tikki," Marinette replied, tidying up the room as much as she could be, especially around the new bed that was tucked in a corner of the room. Marinette had removed most of the decorations, figuring that her new roommate would probably enjoy to decorate her space.
"Marinette!" Her mother called from downstairs.
"Come on Tikki! She's here!" Marinette cheered as she rushed downstairs, her kwami hastily hiding in her purse on the way down. "Coming mom!"
There at the bottom of the stairs waited her mother, Sabine, with an exasperated look that was betrayed by the laughter sparkling in her eyes. "Your father said their coming around the corner. Are you ready?"
"Am I!" Marinette cheered. Recently, she had accepted a request to have a foreign exchange student bunk in from the U.S.A. She's in the same grade, and besides the brief letters that the two have shared, she doesn't really know much about her other than she's very shy, and doesn't really say much out loud. According to her letters, the phrase "action speaks louder than words," is a practiced skill that she took to heart.
Suddenly, the familiar ring of a customer, or really anyone, entering the shop broke the semi silence of the bakery. Marinette contained her squeal and rushed forward, only to stop short at what she was seeing.
The most unique looking person she's ever seen. The first thing Marinette noticed was her long multi colored hair, it was blood red in the back, pulled up in a high ponytail, the front half was black, with the tips died a bright aquamarine. The fringe just barely covered her right eye. Her eyes were hidden by sunglasses, her red inked stomach was exposed due to the white crop top she wore. She donned a black denim jacket and a pair of distressed blue jeans. At first glance, the dark skinned girl seemed taller than Marinette, but that was only due to the black high heal boots she wore.
"You have a tattoo?" Marinette blurted, before blushing and covering her mouth.
Kila McNight chuckled and took of her glasses, revealing bright blue eyes that contrasted her brown skin. "Yes, I do."
"Oh… Uh, cool!" Marinette stuttered, "Um. I'm Marinette! Welcome to Paris!" Marinette stepped forward and held her hand out to shake, completely missing the smirk that took over the American girls face. Instead of shaking hands with the girl, Kila pulled Marinette into a tight hug.
"I forgot to mention, I'm a hugger." Kila explained after she released the shocked teen.
Marinette stared in shock before a bright smile took over her face, "Finally! Another hugger!" she cheered.
"I'm sorry there's not enough room over here, but it was the best I could do. I took down some of the decorations 'cause I figured that you might want to decorate on your own. But if you want, I could take down them all if they are weird or-"
"They're perfectly fine." Kila told her and plopped her both of her suitcases on the twin bed.
"Oh, good." Marinette sighed.
It was late. The girls had just talked and got to know each other after introductions where done. Though Marinette did most of the talking while Kila replied with short, but fulfilling answers. The girls figured out that the two of them both love fashion, sci-fi movies, and chocolate. Kila listened to practically everything that Marinette talked about, showing deep interest in them.
Marinette asked her questions, like how she did her makeup like that, with its silvery smoky effect. Or, where she got her gun necklace that Marinette had finally noticed when the two had settled down at the bar in the kitchen while Sabine and Tom made dinner.
Kila asked simple questions, questions that Marinette didn't really think anybody asked anymore, like what was her favorite color, food, music? What's her best friend, Alya, like? What's her favorite subject in school? Her questions were very simplistic, but, gave way to a whole area of new conversation.
After dinner, both of the girls had yawned simultaneously, causing them both to giggle, and agree it was time to head to bed.
At first, Marinette was nervous that Kila might not like the idea of sharing a room with her, or of living in such a small space, but the small smile that Kila gave her washed away all of those worries. So now, Marinette lay in her bed as she waited for Kila to come out of the restroom so she could finish her night routine.
The sound of the door opening alerted Marinette to her roommate entering. Her roomy was simply donning all black linen pajamas that covered practically everything. Kila looked dead on her feet as she shuffled to her corner and promptly collapsed on the bed, muttering a quiet goodnight. Marinette giggled and replied with her own goodnight before leaving to quickly do her night routines and head to bed.
"Disgrace…." A voice hissed. The cold hands that wrapped around the girls throat was numbing, "You're a disgrace!"
And that concludes the intro to Miraculous: Shadow Walker. Tell me what you think! Also, I'm not good with cheery characters, so it will be awkward at first writing in the point of view of Marinette. In my other stories the cheery character is kind of short. SO, please bare with me on that.
Anywhoodles, I own nothing, if I did, this show would be way, waaay darker than it is.
~Hera Jackson.