Saturday. It just had to be a Saturday. And not just any Saturday, but the first one Adrien had off in months. A quiet grumble came from his lips as he perched atop a roof top. "You've clearly been looking at too many Grumpy Cat memes," his lady called out quietly, taking her place beside him. The resentment quickly disappeared from Chat's mind as he looked up to see Ladybug standing tall next to him, her hand placed on her hip just above her yoyo. Her sapphire eyes slowly traveled down to him, "Are you okay?"

The concern was enough to flatter him, a grin playing across his lips, "I am now that you're here, My lady!" Ladybug rolled her eyes and turned away quickly, but not fast enough to see the smile that graced her lips. "Let's get this akuma and maybe we can sneak in a quick cat nap."

Launching themselves through the Parisian streets, they landed in front of a cloud of darkness. Cackling echoed off the walls of the nearby buildings, alerting the duo. A woman stood, laughing in front of the cloud, "How does it feel?" She snarled out as she attacked the civilian from the outside in, "I'm Blindsider. Taking advantage of your weakness is my favorite thing!"

Chat's eyes narrowed, "Picking on the weak, are we?"

The villain turned with a grin, Hawkmoth's mask glowing along her eyes, "Just wait til you're the ones left in the dark, after I take your Miraculous!"

Like always, Chat took the lead, quickly leaping from his spot and creating a diversion for his lady. As long as she saw whatever power the woman was working with, the quicker they could beat her. Holding his staff like a bat, Chat took a hard swing. The woman disappearing in a puff of smoke that quickly consumed him, "Left in the dark again," he grumbled quietly to himself, pouting when he realized no one had heard his pun.

He could hear her laughing, the shrill noise echoing in his ears, Ladybug calling his name quietly hidden. "How do you like it?" the Blindsider chirped quietly, "Being left in the dark, not knowing?" she chorted, her voice coming from a different direction. "Even your night vision cant help you now."

She's right, Chat thought to himself as he used his night vision anyway, looking around the dark cloud trying to find some way of fighting back.

"You cant fight back when you cant see it coming."

Ladybug watched in concern from the outside, watching as the akumatized woman circled the smog, darting in and out; the sound of Chat's baton ringing in her ears. "Stay sharp, Kitty," she cooed out to herself, her brows frowning as she took in the woman. "There it is!" she grinned to herself as she finally recognized the akumatized item, an oversized sweater wrapped around her waist. "Boyfriend troubles," she rolled her eyes as she began formulating a plan.

Air rushed quickly from Chat's lungs as he landed flat on his stomach, grasping desperately for his silver staff. Long cobalt claws grazing against the brushed steel, "Come on, come on!" he growled out.

"No chance!" Snarled out the akumatized woman, stomping down on his wrist; trapping it within the gap of her tall heels only making the staff roll away. Chat locked his jaw, grinding his teeth with a quiet growl. "Give me your miraculous!"

Ladybug's voice called out, looking for her partner among the clowd of darkness, her worry echoing in Chat's ears. "Excuse me," A new voice chirped, the sound of metal cutting the air than clashing quickly following. Chat couldn't see in the darkness, despite his night vision, but suddenly his hand was free. His body was becoming heavy, pain setting in as he lay against the cold stone road, quickly becoming on edge as he heard the akumatized civilian scream out.

Suddenly, he felt a soft heat against his glove; a hand. "I'm borrowing this, kid," A cool voice muttered, tugging at his ring.

"No!" Adrien snarled out as he tried to struggle against the probing hands, fear radiating through him.

"Calm down," the voice cooed, becoming softer and calmer than he expected, "I'm only borrowing the cheese monger," a light chuckle bubbled within her words as she whispered, "You can have him back."

Adrien's eyes widened as he completely froze, She knows about Plagg! He shuttered, fighting against everything he had been taught. While Adrien fought against the hand, Plagg surrendered willingly; completely releasing his transformation.

"Be nice, the kid's fragile," Plagg snorted, "Keep his identity a secret."

"Yeah, yeah," the voice grumbled, an eye roll audible in her voice, "Plagg, let's tear them up!" Adrien's eyes widened as a green glow illuminated the darkness – allowing Adrien a quick glance at the women whom took his Miraculous. With her heels, she looked to be 5'9 and in her mid twenties. Long unruly ebony hair fell from a bun, black leather wrapping around her. Her costume was different from his, the leather torn and ripped along her thighs and stomach, sharp silver bladed heels, a whip wrapped around her waist as a belt creating her cat tail. The air rushed out of Adrien's lungs as her light began to fade, weight setting in on him as he listened to her heels click away.

Ladybug's worry only heighted as her eyes landed on the green glow within the smog, "Chat!" She screamed as the Akuma stood at a distance, suddenly hesitant. "What's going on?!" The sound of the baton got her attention, eyes widening as she watched a woman dart out of the smog, darkness trailing after her. The Black Cat bounced out of the darkness with a cocky grin playing across her rosy lips. "Who are you?" The Akuma snarled out, Hawkmoth's voice echoing behind hers.

A wicked smirk played across the Black Cat's lips, "Didn't you know? I'm the back up." Like Chat Noir, she bowed, letting her smile shine through, "Miss Fortune, at your service." After a quick moment, the woman charged, baton in hand.

Ladybug watched as the Black Cat used Chat's staff with expert skill, terrifying accuracy and a violence that Chat himself never had. Twirling the staff and dodging attacks, the woman looked almost as if she was dancing; completely at ease in a fight. "I don't care who you are, where's Chat?" Ladybug screamed out, her fists balled at her side.

Turning to her, the Black Cat stared at Ladybug with completely green eyes – vacant of irises or white, her mask filled with cuts and scrapes. "My lady, get ready."

Ladybug shook, eyes wide and glistening as she watched Miss Fortune refocus back on the Akuma. It took only a few seconds, and Marinette had to genuinely try to see how quick it happened. Miss Fortune slammed the baton into the girl's stomach, quickly then twisting to elbow her in the face. With both hands on the akuma victim's shoulders she kicked off the ground and flipped over, catching the baton under the woman's chin. With a click of her long glassy black nails, the baton extended, extending to under her arms; locking the girl in place.

Ladybug's eyes widened as Miss Fortune had given her an opening to get the sweatshirt. "Hurry, my dear," the woman purred quietly with a grin, "I've gotta give your kitty back his ring." Ladybug's glittering blue eyes snapped up just in time for the older woman to wink, letting go of the akumatized woman just in time to dart into the darkness of the smog – returning to Chat.

Adrien shot up, grabbing his head as his world began to spin, memories quickly flooding from his last akuma battle. Fear rang through him as he looked down for his ring, silver glimmering in the light. "Oh, you're up," an elderly Chinese man muttered soflty as he sat beside the bed, setting a small tray of bandages and a cup of tea down beside Adrien's bed. "You've recovered quiet well," the elderly man smiled, handing over the small glass of tea.

Being polite, Adrien gave a soft smile, "I'm sorry, but who are you?" he asked nervously.

"I'm Master Fu," Fu introduced himself with a nod, smiling at the boy softly as he offered the tea cup once again. "The guardian of the Miraculiouses."

Taking a smell sip of the cup, Adrien's eyes fell on the older man, "What happened?" he asked, nearly slipping and asking about Plagg, still unable to see the tiny black god.

Fu's bro rose, "You don't remember?"

Adrien stared down into the glass, "I remember the akuma attack…"

Fu nodded, "Your Miraculous was taken," he stated simply. Adrien's head shot up, emerald eyes glistening with worry, "Plagg put up the transformation back up long enough for Ladybug to bring you here."

"Wait," Adrien's fists tightened around the blanket, "What happened to the girl?" he asked quietly, eyes boring into Fu's with an intense curiosity he couldn't control, "Who was she?"

Fu sighed and laced his fingers together, taking a meditative stance, looking as if he was deep in thought. "She's a bore, just forget about her kid," Plagg droled as he floated in which a chunk of cheese. Plopping himself down on Adrien's shoulder, "Marcy's soooo boring when she's not wreaking havoc," the little demon rolled his eyes as she nuzzled against Adrien's cheek, "Let's go home, before you get the crazy idea of trying to talk to that stubborn broad."

"You know her?" Adrien gasped out, cranking his neck to see his kwami.

Plagg rose a brow, "Duh," he chuckled, "How else do you think a civilian knew how to handle your staff better than you can," Plagg didn't even hide his bubbling laughter.

Fu shot Plagg a quick look before turning to meet Adrien's eyes, "Marcella was the last Black Cat," Fu muttered with a flat and even voice, "One of the shortest times that someone has held a Miraculous."

Plagg's eyes narrowed, "Marcy was always the best kitten," Plagg felt Adrien shift, the demon smirking to himself, "Besides wonder boy here," Plagg nudged Adrien playfully with his paw.

"She was dangerous," Fu breathed out as his body began to stiffen, his tone correcting Plagg.

Adrien felt Plagg growl long before he heard the noise, "You wanted a warrior, old man, don't complain when you get one," Plagg hissed with a protective venom.

Fu's eyes darkened for a moment, staring into the little god's pools of acid; never saying a word as Plagg backed down. "Adrien," Fu breathed out, "Marcella and her Ladybug only had some parts of what it takes to be the duo," his shoulders slumped, "They weren't bad choices…. Just bad timing. And though you're fighting another Miraculous user…" Fu had to stop to pick his words carefully, unfortunately giving Plagg the space to talk.

"Marcy fought people," Plagg breathed, "You were young, so you might not remember the riots in the other countries." Adrien shifted, listening, trying to imagine how it would feel, "Fu had to find a Black Cat who wouldn't shy away from the idea."

Worry and fear ran through Adrien's blood like ice as he imagined someone his age having to fight rioting adults, "Then how'd I get the ring?" he asked quietly, his voice wavering. Was he just a conciliation prize?

Fu gave a beaming smile, "She was too much like Plagg, no balance. But you Adrien, give him the perfect balance."

Plagg clicked his tongue, "Tch, that's because he's a goody good!"

"You're such a dick," Adrien huffed out, rolling his eyes. Focusing back on Fu, Adrien straighten, "If she's stronger, I want to meet her." His fingers tangled within the blanket covering his legs, "Maybe she can train me."

"Why?"

Adrien's head fell as he began to grind his teeth together, "I couldn't protect her this time… someone else had to." Plagg understood, leaning his body against the blonde's neck. "If there's another Miraculous user out there that understands Chat Noir's powers better than I do, I'd be stupid not to at least try." Fu nodded and stood up silently, leaving the room.

"Be careful kid," Plagg muttered quietly, "She can be a bitch, but she's actually a good person. Don't take her too seriously, ya'know?"

Adrien gave a positive nod, noting that Plagg cared enough to mediate before the meeting, as he heard heels clinging along the hallway. A hard audible gulp was heard as Adrien tried to focus. "Gross," a familiar feminine voice growled out as she opened the door, "I can smell that stupid cheese loving clod from here." Plagg's grin widened as he flew to the women's side – leaving Adrien gaping. The woman was more stunning than half the models Adrien had ever met. Charcoal hair pinned into an intricate bun, loose strands falling across the sunglasses that guarded her face. She wore a light pink fitted blouse and a navy pencil skirt that showed off her long tanned legs. "You're staring," she growled out as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Adrien's mouth dried quickly, shocked by her outright nature. "Like you'd know," Plagg chortled, almost defended, "You blind bimbo," his voice was filled with endearment as he perched atop her head.

Adrien stiffened, his brow raising, "You're blind?" the words escaped his lips quicker than he could control.

Marcella's perfect brow's furrowed, "And I can still beat your ass, kid." Plagg's likely ness was overly clear and Adrien almost wanted to laugh. Marcella gave off a 'head bitch in charge' kind of feel that Adrien couldn't shake; mild admiration softening his posture. She turned to him with a mild smirk, "What is it to you?"

Shaking the thought from his head, Adrien faced her as if she could see him, "Will you teach me how to be a better Chat Noir?"

"Teach you?" Her voice lowered, sounding almost offended as she placed her hand on her hip, awaiting his answer.

Adrien nodded, "Plagg and Master Fu said you're the best fighter and I need to get better!"

Marcella took off her glasses, revealing glowing emerald eyes with a milky white iris, light scars around her eyes. "You don't need me, kid." She breathed out with her lips pressed into a thin line, "You have your night vision, your hearing, you have all you need. You don't need me."

Taking in her more serious look, Adrien felt his resolve sore, "But Ladybug needs ME!" he snarled out, before hushing himself, "And I'm not strong enough…"

Long lashes hid her eyes for a moment before Marcella grabbed Plagg, "Alright you," she growled out, "Do you think your little wonderboy can land a hit?"

Plagg grinned and looked at Adrien with a confident smirk, "The kid's stronger than you Marcy," he breathed out quietly, "He's boring, but he's the perfect kid for the ring."

Marcella was silent for a moment but softly nodded and flashed Adrien a breath taking smile, "Alright Kit-Cat," she beamed, "If that cheese demon thinks you can land a hit, you better be good." Plagg happily floated over to Adrien with a grin, ignoring Marcella as she turned towards the door. "You want me to train you, show me you're worth the time." Her back was to Adrien as she reached for the door, he couldn't see her smile as she slid on her sunglasses, "Suit up Kit-Cat."

Adrien felt a thrill run through him at the words, excited that his secret was in good hands. "Adrien," Plagg breathed out, "She likes you, but she wont go easy on you." He warned carefully, "All you have to do is land one hit, okay?"

Plagg's concern was noted as Adrien finally got out of the bed, stretching slightly, completely healed from whatever the Akuma had done to him. "She must be really strong if you're worried," he teased playfully.

"she beat that akuma with three hits, "Plagg tossed out as he looked at the door. Adrien stiffened and swallowed hard, "She wont come after you, but you need to hit her or she wont teach you."

Adrien let his head fall for a moment, his voice quivering softly, "Do you think I can do it…?"

Plagg quickly flew to Adrien's face, his paws directly on his cheeks, "Marcy is strong, but Adrien," Plagg paused, putting his forehead against Adrien's nose, "You're the perfect chosen. You can do anything." Plagg gave a confident grin and swatted at Adrien's nose, clearly unable to show that much compassion at once, "Have confidence in yourself and just go for it kid."

Adrien clenched his fist and grinned brightly, beaming as he said the words, "Plagg, claws out!" For the first time in a long time, Plagg happily accepted his role, being taken into the ring with pride. Adrien felt his suit wrap around him, Plagg's pride and strength creating a tighter bond than normal; encouraging him farther.

Chat Noir stepped outside, surprised to see an enclosed fenced yard big enough for a sparring match. Marcella stood directly across from the door, a wooden staff in her fist as she stood. "Looks like you didn't shy away, Kit-Cat, I'm proud," she teased with a playful purr.

Adrien grinned, "Well, cat's out of the bag now," he returned, watching her smile grow, "Mine as well play around."

Marcella threw her glasses to the side, a confident grin playing across her lips, "Alright Wonder boy, let's see what the perfect chosen can do. Hit me… if you can."

Her challenge was enough to cause a shiver down his spine, but Chat knew tht to get better he would have to take advantage of her kindness. His foot slid back, getting into an offensive stance, as his eyes took in the woman; analyzing every movement. He flinched slightly as she rose her hand up, beginning ot pull her bobby pins from her hair.

The soft clang of the metal was distracting for a moment before he heard her voice, "Lesson one, take advantage of your time. You should be attacking while my hands are busy, kid."

"But," he froze, "I cant attack you when youre not ready…" He looked into her eyes and froze, dark emerald glowing with a ferocity that was unmatched – challenging him to get out of his comfort zone. "Fine," he growled as he attacked her. With a swing of his baton, Chat watched Marcella become Miss Fortune once again. She ducked and dodged with grace, a dancing movement in which she continued taking down her hair.

Adrien panted, it had been ten minutes of constant swinging and swatting at the woman. "I don't know if I can do this," he whimpered out as his shoulders hunched.

Marcella flicked the last bobby pin at Chat Noir with a frown, "Don't give up," she snapped out, "Don't you dare give up. Stop using your eyes Adrien."

His head bounced up, eyes wide, "How did you—"

"Stop using your eyes. They're not the only senses that can let you know where I am and what I'm doing."

Adrien closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he recentered his mind again. He could hear her, better than he expected. The sound of her heels in the grass, her breathing, her hair in the wind. Suddenly she was moving, each step coming closer, She wont attack, Adrien reminded himself as his heart sped up. All he could imagine was a black jaguar slinking closer.

"Focus," her words came suddenly from behind, catching Chat off guard. Shifting of the grass, Adrien tilted his head each way, his ears flattening and rising as he did his best to find her.

There! Adrien swung his staff quickly, hearing it cut the air, quickly opening his eyes as well, "Did I get her?" he questioned happily.

Marcella grinned as she stood across from him, where his staff had cut the air, "No, but you almost did. Close enough Kit-Cat."

Adrien beamed happily and jumped into the air screaming out in cheer. Releasing his transformation, Plagg cheered with him, happy for both his kittens. "So, um, now that you're training me," Adrien muttered softly, scratching the back of his head nervously, "Can I asked what happened to your eye sight?"

Marcella froze for a moment before throwing her head back laughing, "Bold, aren't you Wonderboy," she teased as she grabbed his shoulder. She gave a soft smile and looked over the horizon, ushering him to sit on the grass with her, "You'd do anything to save your Lady, wouldn't you?" she asked softly, her voice becoming wistful for a moment as he nodded, "I paid a price," she whimpered, "To save my Lady's life. Unfortunately, my Lady did not do the same." Adrien shook to himself as his eyes widened, heat leaving his body at the realization.

Marcella turned and looked at him with a halfhearted smile, "We're only human, Kit-Cat. Even a Ladybug can have her faults." Plagg, feeling her hurt, floated over to her cheek, nuzzling against her skin softly. "You can be willing to train, be willing to fight, but in the end there's going to be a chance that she wont. Remember that."

Adrien took a deep gulp, swallowing his empathy for only a moment, "I know," he breathed out, "I cant make her choices for her, but I can chose to stand by her side. Whatever she chooses. Marcy, no matter what I want to be there for her, even if she doesn't want to be there for me."

Marcella grinned, "You really are the perfect chosen for Plagg." She stood up in a quick fluid motion, almost surprising Adrien, "Lets get you home, wonder boy. We can start the real training another day."