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(Guest) Thank you for your review! I double checked on wiki and they agreed with you! I updated the past chapter and it gave me an idea for future chapters! Thank you so much!

(Evergone the Great) Thank you for spending the time to write out a review! I am honored that you took the time to look closely at my story and only found one mistake. The first chapter was meant as a recap of what is happening for anyone who doesn't remember what happened or didn't watch it. It was also a way for me to set out the timeline for myself because the show had a few blank spots. This is the chapter (edit: the next chapter because I cut this one short) where more changes will start and it will become different from the show. I am sorry about anything in the summary being unclear, I was telling the truth when I said I am bad at summaries (sadly). Hopefully you will like this chapter better!

Bold letters: exaggerated words.

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And now on the the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Miraculous: Ladybug and Chat Noir.


Marinette POV

(Earlier that morning on Heroes' Day)

She took a step forward, struggling against the forceful gust pushing her back. Her dark hair was loose of its hair ties and was whipping around her face. A foul smell filled her nose and the sound of disparity pierced her ears. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the gale as she glanced up at the scene in front of her.

The sky was painted with purple and yellow streaks, like a inexperienced painter tried to blend the opposite colors together. No sun was in sight, but she could still see clearly. A giant scarlet moth filled the horizon, blocking out most of the sky with its wings. Dark purplish liquid dripped off of its twisted body, sizzling as it hit the ground yards below. Curved talons at the end of its legs were covered in an unknown red liquid. Its unnaturally large jaws were lined with jutting teeth, a purple tongue lying limp out of the side of its foaming mouth. Its slick body glowed darkly against the eerie sky behind it. Each flap of its wings sent the people near it flying crashing into the ground unconscious or into nearby ruins of homes and shops. Behind it she could occasionally catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower, still standing but coated in a layer of shimmering frost-like substance.

Marinette could not hear anything with the wind rushing through her ears, surrounding her with the sound of screams, but she sensed someone calling to her from her right. Planting her feet into the ground and grasping onto a nearby lamppost, she risked a look in a different direction.

Ripping her eyes from the horrific sight in front of her, she turned her gaze to her partner to her right. His hair was blown back and more tangled than usual. The leather black cat ears that normally rested comfortably on his head were pressed flat against his head. Dust covered his leather suit which was ripped in quite a few spots and his baton was not with him. Chat Noir was mouthing something at her, his green eyes dull with despair and defocused.

Looking down at her hands, she noticed for the first time that they were covered in a black spotted material. On her hip rested a red yo-yo, splatters of crimson blood covering it. As she looked at it, it flickered, like a candle trying to stay alight as it is blown on. Past it was a large gash reaching from the top of her thigh to beneath her knee cap.

She could feel no pain, she could feel nothing.

Marinette blinked.

The gale was stopped. Everything was stopped. The butterfly was gone, Chat Noir was gone.

Her skin molded together as she watched, the red of her suit fading to black. A dark ora surrounded her. It filled her with power. Marine-no, that wasn't her name. Who was she? What was she?

Knowing that she was being watched, she looked up. Staring back were hundreds of scarlet eyes, filled with different emotions. Some were angry, some determined, but most were overwhelmingly sad. Like they had just seen their world destroyed before them.


"Rise and Shine everyone! Today is Heroes' Day, a day when you too can be hero!" Marinette's phone shattered the silence of the peaceful morning as it aroused it owner.

Marinette took a second to process the words of her alarm. Heroes' Day. A day where everyone is a hero. Wasn't I supposed to prepare something for Heroes' Day? Did I do that?

No.

Shooting up into her bed, Marinette flailed her hands around. Her brain was still not working, it was content on catching a few more minutes of sleep as she panicked. Seeing remnants of her dream flashing through her mind only fueled her terror.

"Marinette! Marinette, calm down!" Tikki, her faithful advisor zoomed out of the bed the Ladybug Miraculous holder had created for her and rushed to help her.

"Tikki! It's Heroes' Day!" Marinette bluebell eyes focused on her floating Kwamii as she fully awoke. "I forgot to prepare a heroic act!"

"Spending all night saving Paris isn't enough of a good deed?"

"That was Ladybug's good deed. Heroes' Day is a day for normal citizens to act like heroes by preparing good deeds. Marinette hasn't done anything. '' Sweeping her blankets to the side, Marinette groaned out loud as she slid out of her comfortable bed onto the floor. The drop from her bed was not doing any good for her already aching feet.

Spinning in circles around her hurt chosen, Tikki scolded, "you should use the latter to get down from your bed, it is there for a reason! We need a healthy Ladybug to be able to save Paris!"

"Well, I'm not Ladybug right now," the blue-haired girl grumbled under her breath.

"You are always Ladybug! Ladybug and Marinette are one and the same." After a few seconds of silence as Marinette rushed around her room getting her school supplies collected, the spotted kwamii continued. "You are Ladybug because of the type of person you are, a person who is willing to help others! That is what makes heroes so special, not preparing something once a year! You are a hero whether or not you are wearing a costume"

Processing Tikki's inspirational speech, Marinette turned back to her kwamii. "You're right Tikki," Tikki grinned triumphantly, as she had finally helped her troubled holder realize she was Ladybug, "I have the perfect idea for what I can do for Heroes' Day!"

As her holder finished getting dressed, Tikki sunk into her purse, which was lying against the leg of a desk, trying to think of what she had said wrong. When had Marinette gotten the idea that Ladybug was a separate person?

Thundering down the stairs, Marinette caught herself on the handrail as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Having to switch from having the gracefulness and good luck of Ladybug to the below-average balance of Marinette was causing her to struggle more with clumsiness.

Making a sharp turn into the kitchen, Marinette glanced at the clock and sighed in relief to see that she had 7 minutes to get to school, just enough time to grab breakfast, kiss her parents goodbye and walk across the street to school. Seven is my lucky number too, ha!

Both of her parents were down in the bakery, so she was alone with Tikki in the kitchen. She grabbed a day-old croissant for breakfast and a chocolate chip cookie for Tikki. Now would be a good time to talk to Tikki about my dream. It seemed so sinister. Tikki is good at giving advice about how to dal with my emotions. Dreams are collections of past memories and thoughts, so where did that dream come from. I can't remember much except scarlet butterflies.

Stuffing the croissant into her mouth, Marinette reached down with her hand for her purse to give the cookie to the red kwamii. Only, her hand closed on empty air.

The sound of her stressed shout was muffled by the croissant as the blue-haired girl sprinted back up the stairs.

Sticking her head into her room, Marinette took a quick glance around and immediately noticed it lying by her desk. Scrambling into her room, she picked up her purse and looked inside to see an adorable, sleeping Tikki along with her phone.

Sliding the cookie into the purse next to Tikki, Marinette walked down the stairs in a calmer manner than she ran up in. Tikki must be exhausted to already be asleep. It's not surprising considering that I had do be transformed as Ladybug for over 5 hours last night and this morning. Guess the dream with have to wait for later.

Due to Hawkmosh being very clear about what he wanted, some people started this thinking that it would be better if Ladybug and Chat Noir just gave Hawkmoth their Miraculouses. Marinette didn't understand how they could believe that Hawkmoth would leave Paris alone if he got their Miraculouses. Using them, he would probably wish to be the dictator of the world or something equally as destructive.

Last night, some people started an organized protest against the Miraculous-Dou of Paris. Ladybug and Chat Noir were called there to respond to the incident and reassure the people that they were here to stop Hawkmoth, not sit by and watch him hurt Parisians. Marinette was sure that the police would have been able to handle it if it wasn't for the sheer amount of people that were their and their destructive capabilities. Ladybug had to use multiple 'Miraculous Ladybugs' to revive people who were killed and fix the damage to buildings even though that seemed to anger the protesters even more.

The protesters continued to get out of hand, and the heroes were forced to stay there into the early morning. Marinette only got a few hours of sleep due to it. Why do some people believe that Ladybug and Chat Noir are not here to help?

Finishing her croissant and walking into the bakery, Marinette greeted her parents. Her Papa was working on a giant Ladybug Head Cake while her Maman was helping the few customers.

It was ironic how her own father didn't realize that he was making a cake of his daughter, even when they had the same facial features.

Looking up from his projet, Marinette's dad picked up a large box of macaroons that he had made for his daughter. "Good morning sweetie! I put one of each flavor in there for each of your classmates."

Looking up from her spot behind the counter, Mrs. Sabine laughed, "you can't get much better than that in a Good Deed Department," as she came over to hug her daughter.

"Thanks, you guys are my heroes!" Marinette kissed both of her parents on the checks and rushed out the door. Now I have only three minutes to get all my stuff from my locker and get to class. Ladybug luck, please help me not drop all these cookies!


Yay! About 2054 words! This chapter was getting so long that I had to cut it off here. Hopefully I can post the next chapter in a few days. The major changes will started then Meanwhile, does anyone thing they know what Marinette's idea for Heroes' Day is? What do you guys think about her dream? please follow, favorite, or review if you liked it! Continue being the awesome people you guys are!

See you next time! ~ Streak