Hey there! So yeah, this a new project from me. Not only it's a new project, but it's also my very first Miraculous Ladybug fanfic. This idea came to mind when I was talking to a friend of mine about the show, discussing the fact that every single friend of Marinette and Adrien has been akumatized, and that some of them had some wicked cool powers and all… and then, it hit me! What if the whole class, not just Adrien and Marinette had miraculous that enabled them to transform into superheroes who defend Paris from Hawkmoth? One thing led to another, and well, I quickly came up with this story. Let me warn you that the characters have the same age they have on the show, and some of them have slightly different personalities', although you will still recognize them, I promise. Plus, everything takes place in an alternative universe, where there aren't just 7 Miraculous, and where Hawkmoth is far more powerful, has various kinds of powers and has a different agenda. We'll start slowly, but as the story progresses we'll have more action in this, and of course, don't worry, we'll have lots of romance, not just between Adrien and Marinette, but also other couples. And now, without further, on with the show.

Miraculous Team: Origins

Chapter 1: The Awakening of Evil

It was a warm summer night in Paris. The sun had just set in the horizon, and the black cloak of night would soon plunge the whole city in darkness; a darkness which would be countered by the lights of every street lamp and landmark in that city. One of such landmarks was the Louvre, where this story begins.

Built in the 12th century to serve as a fortress, the building suffered consecutive changes over the centuries, having served as the residence of the King of France until 1682, when Louis XIV chose the Palace of Versailles as his household. It was its destiny to open as museum in 1793, housing one of the largest collections of art in the world. Among that collection was a statue that had been recently acquired. The museum's curator had obtained it from a private collector, who left it in his will to the museum. Usually a piece would not be placed for display before being reviewed by a series of specialists, not to mention the museum's board of administrators, but the collector in question had been a wealthy patron of the museum for nearly four decades. In his will, he had asked for the statue to be on display to the public. Given the importance of the man in question, it was decided that the statue would be unveiled on the day that some of the rooms from the 2nd floor of that part of the Sully Pavilion, which had been closed to the public for renovations the past few months, would reopen.

As the statue was taken out of the wooden crate where it had been cased, the curator, Mr. Kubdel, observed it and was astounded by its share magnificence. He had only seen pictures of it, and this was the first time his eyes saw the real thing. The photos he had seen did not hold a candle to the true statue. Standing 9 feet tall on top of a pedestal, carved out of pitch black marble stone, the statue was the statue of a tall man dressed in a dress shirt with a butterfly-shaped lapel brooch on the center of the collar and dress pants. In his hands, he was holing a cane. But what made it rather unique was the fact that most his face and neck was cloaked by some sort of mask.

"This is a remarkable statue. I've never seen anything like it before. The marble from which has been carved is uncanny." -Mr. Kubdel thought to himself, as the moving guys finished taking it out of its crate. –"Be careful with it. We wouldn't want our newest piece to get damaged."

"It is a fabulous piece, but who exactly is the man in the statue?" -asked a voice, behind Mr. Kubdel. It was his older son, Jalil. He had finished college that summer, and was now working for his father, as his assistant, as well as working on his doctorate. Like his father, he was passionate by History and its mysteries, although sometimes he would let his taste for crazy and insane theories cloud his judgement; something that his father did not approve, mostly because he believed that as historians, it was their job to present History as it was, and not as it should have or could have been.

"To tell you the truth, even I don't know. My expertise is Ancient Egyptian artifacts. The owner of the statue did not leave any kind of documentation regarding it, except for the statue's name…. Hawkmoth."

"Hawkmoth? What kind of a name is that for a statue?"

"I don't know, Jalil, I wasn't the one who sculpted it. But, perhaps, it has something to do with that butterfly-shaped brooch that has been sculpted on the lapel." -Mr. Kubdel pointed to the detail in question.

"You mean, you don't know?"

"Unfortunately, yes, and like I said, the owner that left us this art piece did not left us with any kind of documents regarding its origin, date or even the identity of its sculptor." -Mr. Kubdiel insisted on the matter. –"Please, be careful with those crowbars." -he warned the moving guys.

"And you're putting it on display, without knowing anything about it?" -Jalil asked his father. He was lightly shocked to hear this, because his father was not the kind of man who would do such a thing.

"Yes, it was one of its owner's last wishes. It wasn't exactly my idea either. If it was up to me, this amazing statue would be treated like every other piece that is acquired. But, the order came from the top, and there's nothing I can do about it. And before you say anything, we still have two weeks before this room is reopened to the public. That will give you enough time to help me research the statue." -Mr. Kubdel whispered it to his son.

"I see. Well, it would help if we at least knew in what century it was made." -Jalil said.

"Well, based on the design and clothes, it looks almost contemporary… yet the way the marble has been worked and polished, it seems like it was done in the late 18th century."

"Then, we have nothing to go on?"

"There is one thing… where did I put it?" -Mr. Kubdel asked himself, as he looked through the papers he had in his hands. –"Here it is. The sculpture isn't signed, but before they boxed it, they took several photos of it, and on the base of the pedestal, they found this insignia, along with some writing carved on it."

Showing the photo to Jalil, the young man quickly saw what it was. The writing was clearly Asian, possibly Chinese.

"But dad, my expertise is Ancient Egypt, just like you. I can't read ancient Chinese."

"I know that. And that's why you will be working with the department responsible with for the Ancient China artifacts." -he said, as he extended him the photo with the writings.

"But why me? Couldn't you ask someone else who's already an expert in ancient Chinese to do this instead?" –"Jalil protested. –"How am I supposed to continue my own work on that mysterious tablet if I'm doing this?"

"Jalil, that can wait. This, on the other hand, cannot." -Mr. Kubdel raised his voice, a little annoyed with his son's behavior. The mysterious tablet in question was an ancient stone tablet which depicted some unknown figures, previously unknown to any Egyptologist, found during some excavations in Luxor a few years prior. Jalil had becomes obsessed with this artifact, since it was made known to the public. He began researching it during his last year in college, and now, he had begun researching and examining it, as part of his doctorate.

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore! You can't just ask me to drop what I'm doing, to do something else. I have responsibilities!"

"I'm not treating you like a kid. I'm treating you like a responsible adult, who was ordered to do something his superior asked him to." -Mr. Kubdel said, not caring if the moving guys who were still busy moving the statue heard their argument. –"You asked me to let you work here, so you could continue your research for your doctorate, and I allowed you to do so. But I expect you to fulfil your duties, when asked to. Let me remind you that I am your father and you owe me the same kind of respect that I owe you for being my son, but furthermore, I am your boss, and if you work for me, you must show me the respect my position is entitled to. Do I make myself clear?"

If there was one thing Jalil hated about having his own father as his boss, was the fact that he had to respect him for being his father, but also for being his boss. Still, he had promised himself and his mother that he would not argue with his father, and he was determined to keep his word on the matter. Sighing in defeat, he said:

"Yes, sir. I'll get started on it, first thing in the morning." -he said, trying to sound mildly amused by the task in hands.

"Excellent!" -Mr. Kubdel smiled. –"Now, I think we should get going, or we'll be late for dinner, and you know how your mother is."

"I do, believe me."

After giving some final instructions to the moving team, reminding them that when they finished, they should place a sheet on top of the statue, and that if they needed anything, the security guards would help them, Mr. Kubdel and Jalil bid them until tomorrow and left. As they left the museum, and made their way to the Jardin des Tuileries, Mr. Kubdel asked:

"Have you talked to your sister today? I tried calling her, but I'm afraid she didn't answer. She must be having too much fun to even answer her phone."

"Not today yet." -Jalil answered. –"But yesterday I did talk to her. She had just finished in first in a rollerblade racing competition against one of her classmates, saying that, and I quote her, practically mopped up the floor with his face." -he laughed, regarding his sister's words.

"She really loves to skate… I just wished she would sometimes behave more lady-like." –Mr. Kubdel sighed. He loved his daughter Alix as she was, but like any good father, he also wished she would act a little more like the way he had envisioned her when she was older.

"She will, eventually." -Jalil laughed. –"Although with Alix, eventually might be a couple of days from now, or a couple of decades from now." -he smirked to himself.

"That's all we can hope for, truth be told." said, as entered the Jardin, which was now pretty much deserted, with the exception of a couple of tourists hanging around. –"It will be good to have her back from vacation in just a few days."

"I'll say. I can't believe that she's been at that holiday camp for nearly two months now." -Jalil said. –"I miss Alix and her antics." -he thought to himself.

"I, myself, can't believe that the summer is practically in the end, and with it, the beginning of the new school year for your sister…" -Mr. Kubdel said, as he imagined the expenses he and his wife would have with Alix's schoolbooks and other materials, when he heard a cellphone ringing. It was his son's.

"Speaking of the devil…" -Jalil said, as he checked his phone. His sister had sent him a photo over the phone. It was a selfie of hers, with some of her friends in the background, all making funny faces. Beneath the photo he read "It's karaoke night, bro!"–"Guess she's enjoying herself, dad." -he said, making his father smile.

Soon after Mr. Kubdel and Jalil left, the moving crew hurried up to clean up everything, to call it a day. When they finally swept the last bit of Styrofoam, and settled the statue in the middle of the room like they had been asked to, they called the security guard to lock the room and escort them out of the building. As the room's door was locked, a deadly silence settled in.

Hours went by and that same silence that had settled in that room, had extended itself to the rest of the museum, broken by the occasional echoing of the footsteps of one of the security guards patrolling the corridors. Inside the room where the statue entitled Hawkmoth was, as the Moon rose in the sky, the moonlight slowly began to illuminate it, piercing the room's glass dome. If one happened to be locked inside that room, it would have seen how the moonlight seemed to almost grant the statues an eerie look, making them look as if they were alive. But, on that particular night, if a person would have stayed in that room, it would have seen something that would haunt it for the rest of its life.

When the moonlight focused on the Hawkmoth statue the black marble started to glow as if by magic. At first, it was just a light glow, but as seconds turned into minutes, the glow became stronger, until the whole statue looked like a lightbulb. The light which emanated from it quickly caught the eye of those who were passing by the museum and saw a ray of light coming out of the building itself. Inside, the light also alerted the security guards, who saw it coming from beneath the door, tried to open the door. Still, when they tried to open it, the lock did not budge. Forcing it, they turned the key once, twice, even thrice, but the lock did not open. Eventually, and after forcing it, the key snapped and broke. On top of that, the glow coming from the room seemed to get brighter each second went by. Contacting the security room to see what was going on, they were told that they not know, that the cameras were all just picking static and nothing more.

Not taking any chances, the four security guards quickly sounded the alarm, before trying to enter the room. Pulling it, the alarm siren echoed throughout the building. For the first time in almost 40 years, the security alarms sounded inside the walls of the Louvre, one of the biggest museums in the world, and probably the safest and most heavily guarded building in Paris, apart from certain governmental buildings. It would be a matter of minutes before every police officer in Paris arrived on scene. Still, they were not going to wait for them to show up. Whatever was happening in that room, they needed to know. For all they knew it could be a terrorist attack, and if there was the chance to stop it, they had to do it. Grabbing their stun guns, and holding them in position, they signaled to each other that they were going to try and break the door open by kicking it.

Gaining balance, the four men kicked the door open and immediately were blinded by the glow. The light emanating from the statue was so bright that one could almost say that it was as bright as the Sun itself.

But, what happened next, was something none of them would ever forget. Due to the incredible glow that blinded them, the security guards did not see it, but they heard it, the sound of something cracking. And what was cracking was the glowing statue. Little by little, cracks appeared on the statue's surface; and then… there was a loud explosion, which knocked them out.

From the four security guards, only one of them was not put unconscious by the blast. Opening his eyes, he tried to ignore the loud buzzing in his head, courtesy of the explosion. He felt his head spinning, as he tried to move his head to the sides and see just what had happened. The room looked like a disaster zone; if there any paintings or works of art adorning the walls, they had been reduced to rubble or ashes. The floor was filled with all kinds of debris, but mainly plaster, glass and rocks. The man immediately assumed that it had been a bomb which went off, but the trouble was the smell… he did not smell any kind of explosives or accelerants in the air. And then, he saw him. About 10 meters from where he was, there was a tall man looking at him. He was wearing a dark purple dress shirt with a black butterfly-shaped lapel on the center of the collar, and black dress pants. In his hands, he was holding a dark indigo cane. But the thing that jumped at first sight about him, was that most his face and neck were covered by a silver mask; that, and his eyes, his deep icy blue eyes.

"You! What date is it?!" -the strange man asked, pointing his cane at the security guard.

"D-Date?" -the security guard asked, not understanding if the man in front of him was real, or just an hallucination from either bumping his head on the floor, or whatever blew up inside that room moments before, that caused that room to look the way it did.

"Yes, the date! What year is it and where are we?" -the man insisted on the matter. From the tone of his voice, the security guard understood that he was growing impatient.

"I-I-It's 2-2017... and t-this is the L-Louvre…" -the security guard stuttered.

"2017?! Louvre?!" -the mysterious man exclaimed, before he let out an evil laugh. –"Finally, after 200 years, I'm finally free!"

"W-Who are you?!" -the security guard stuttered, realizing the –"W-Who ever y-you are, you'll have a lot to answer about, when the p-police gets here…" -he said, as he tried to stand up on his feet.

Lifting his cane, the mysterious man once more pointed it in the direction of the security guard. In the same moment, the cane started to give an otherworldly glow, and the security guard started to rise in the air. Trying to move, he found himself unable to move an inch, as the mysterious man approached him, always with his cane pointed at him. Closing in on his face, he whispered:

"I, am Hawk Moth, the future master and ruler of this world." -he said with a cold and malevolent voice. –"And you, my friend, are about to forget what you just saw. Forget and sleep… Sleep now…"

"What do you…" -the security guard, just as Hawk Moth waved his left hand in front of his eyes, making him feel extremely sleepy. In a matter of seconds, he was unconscious and Hawk Moth just let him fall on the ground.

"And now, time to make my exit. I do not wish for the authorities to know of my return… at least, not just yet." -Hawk Moth thought to himself, as he turned heel, facing interior of the room.

Knocking his cane on the ground twice, his whole body began to glow with a purple aura, before transforming into a swarm of black butterflies, which quickly exited through the broken dome and flew into the night sky. When another team of security guards arrived at the scene, accompanied by the police, they found their colleagues passed out and the room looking like a war zone. The officer in charge, Lt. Roger Raincomprix looked at what was in front of him, and the only thing he said was:

"What happened here?!"

The swarm of black butterflies kept flying into the night, moving further away from the Louvre. Making its way towards south of the city, the swarm started to descend while flying over Montparnasse Cemetery. Landing right next to the statue of the Spirit of Eternal Sleep, the swarm reassembled itself into Hawk Moth.

"So… this is Paris in the 21st century?" -Hawk Moth mused to himself. –"The city has changed a lot in two centuries. I hardly recognize most of it." -he admitted, not having recognized most landmarks he saw, such as the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Montparnasse Tower, among others. –"Still, there are things that haven't changed… the human emotions. Fear, anger, disgust, horror, envy, pride, rage… all of them. Those remain unchanged and untamed, like the human nature. I can feel them in each inhabitant of this city… exactly what I need, to assemble myself a new army of loyal warriors. I dare to say, that I see limitless possibilities in my grasp." -he smiled wickedly. –"Soon, everyone will remember why they feared the shadows, and more importantly, they will remember why they feared the name of Hawk Moth."