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(c) "Miraclous: The Lost Memoirs" written by XxScarletxRosexX
(c) All characters mentioned belongs to Thomas Astruc's "Miraculous Ladybug"

Summary:

It is far from coincidences that these miraculous jewels ended in Marinette's and Adrien's possession. Their kwamis claim that they have been specifically chosen as the sole protectors against evil. But when an akuma returns a forgotten past, it unravels an unforeseen destiny of their Miraculous predecessors' lives. Their decisions, from this moment forward, could possibly alter the true meaning of their existences and their destinies.

Three full days have passed since the arrival of Lucky Chance, and fortunately there were no more incidence that had taken place. However, Chat Noir had to keep his claws sharpen at all times. Each night, regardless of his fatigue state after busy schedule, Adrien had scouted the perimeter of Paris in search of any activity regarding their mysterious opponent, but more importantly he had been worried about Ladybug.

It was unlike her to be absent in such a crucial situation. Usually Adrien would be on a late night stroll, jumping from buildings to houses in his alternate ego when he would catch a sliver of crimson prancing across the night sky with such a grace that he sighed with hopeless awe. He would never forget how dazzling her sapphire eyes looked when the sun and moon reflected through them. Or how the sound of her voice was a reverberating droplet; clear and endlessly played over the silence of his mind.

He missed her. Even though their only rendezvous consisted of fending off akumas, he just wanted to be with her.

His elbow planted on the table and a balled hand supporting his chin, Adrien gazed out their classroom window and sighed dejectedly.

Away from him, students hurriedly entered the classroom at the nick of time. A scarlet haired woman was the last to arrive when the bell rang, initiating class to begin. After her usually good morning shpeal, Miss Bustier had begun roll call with a steady rhythm-a mundane, duet where her voice lead the song of names with mercurial high and low cries of students. Then her song came to a stop when she said a particular name and the student's cue was absent.

Adrien had grew accustomed to this school flow, and when the pattern was disrupted, it popped his train of thought. He turned his attention to the teacher, meeting her pensive, teal eyes, however, they were looking beyond him.

"Alya," Miss Bustier addressed the glum scarlet haired girl, "do you know where Marinette is?"

Adrien turned his attention to the empty seat behind him then to his classmate.

"Uh..." she began with a gauchely smile, "Marinette said that her father will give you a call in the afternoon."

"I see..." their teacher answered worriedly, "Were you able to deliver her homework?"

She nodded, while wearing the same forced smile on her face.

"Will you be delivering her homework tonight again?"

Alya nodded.

Miss Bustier had ended her inquiries there with a sympathetic smile, "Please do tell her that we wish her a speedy recovery."

"I will," Alya answered while casting her eyes to the empty seat beside her.

While Miss Bustier resumed her song with the list of attendance. Adrien and Nino turned to her, worriedly.

"Alya, you okay?" the brown eyed boy asked quietly.

She shook her head edgingly. Then planting her elbows on the table, she ran her hands from her forehead and through the auburn tresses of her curly wavy hair.

"What happened?" the blond hair boy whispered, "Is it about Marinette?"

"Alright everyone, make sure you turn your books to page one-oh-eight, and read this passage. And once you finish, answer the questions on page one-fifteen," the teacher announced while writing the assignment on the white board. When she finished, her eyes on Alya. "Alya, can you please come with me outside. I would like to have a word."

"I'll tell you after class," Alya answered as she got out of her seat and followed her teacher out of the room.

All eyes followed after the dark haired woman as she exited the room, but the first to shatter the silence was none other than the mayor's daughter, sharp inquiry as she dropped her assignment on top of Sabrina's paper.

"So did Marinette finally walk off with her tail between her legs or what?"

"Shh!" hissed Nino as he moved from his seat to connect his ear to the wall. "I'm trying to hear what they're saying."

Sharing the same interest regarding their peer's disappearance, Nathanaël, Adrian, and Ivan, followed suit. They listened intently as muffled voices exchanged hushed words.

"How is she?" Miss Bustier inquired worriedly.

"I don't know," Alya hung her head and shook her head in an attempt to shake away the tears pricking behind her clenched eyelids. "I haven't seen Marinette at all. Her dad's worried as well. He said she hasn't left her room for days."

"What about Mrs. Cheng-Dupain?"

Her student shook her head, dejectedly. "Her mom's abroad right now. She's visiting her family for a reunion. And given their family relationship, it's best that we don't bother her over something like this."

"But given the situation, she needs a female figure to help her cope with what she is dealing right now," Miss Bustier answered composedly.

"I don't even want to think about the worst case scenario," Alya responded firmly while her clenched fists shook beside her. Lifting her head, her brown eyes swam behind hot tears as she forced a smile on her lips. "But I'm sure she'll be alright."

"Alya," Miss Bustier stated softly as she clapped her hands on her student's shoulder and lowered body to meet her at eye-level. She wore an empathetic expression while she answered sternly, "At lunch, go home. I'll write you up for being unwell."

Alya wiped her eyes and nodded gratefully.

"Do you need to use the bathroom before you go back inside?"

"No, I'll be fine. I just need a minute."

"Take as much time as you need. We'll be waiting for you in the classroom."

"Thanks, Miss Bustier."

"Woah, sounds pretty bad," Ivan commented.

"I know," Nathanaël muttered, "I hope she's okay."

"What's going on?" Alex hollered softly.

"It doesn't sound like some common cold got to her," Nino answered. As soon as his ears picked up the sound of clacking heels, the tan skinned boy exclaimed, "Quick! I hear her coming!"

Ivan, Nathanaël, Nino, and Adrien lurched back to their desks, whereas their other classmates sat down in their seats and wore composed, hardworking expressions. The moment the door had opened, Miss Bustier had taken her seat at the front of class, and scribbled on a piece of paper. After a minute, Alya had entered the classroom with her eyes downcast and averted from meeting anyone's eyes.

Nino had met Adrien's eyes with worry after taking account of Alya's expression as she walked to her desk. With a sigh, Adrien sat his left elbow on the table and sat his chin on top of his palm, while his other hand played with his pencil. "I wonder what happened," Adrien wondered idly.

By lunch break, Miss Bustier called for Alya and handed her a piece of paper. After a few exchange of words, Nino and Adrien nodded to one another and cried out for Alya before she could depart.

"Hey Alya!" Nino waved as he jogged towards her with Adrien in tow. "Did Miss Bustier give you the slip to go see Marinette?"

"Yeah... How'd ya know?" the scarlet haired woman inquired skeptically.

"Did I ever tell you I have the ears of an animal?" the tan boy answered smoothly.

"And the brain of a cockroach," his blond hair companion added.

"Hey!" Nino snapped.

"It's a compliment! Cockroaches are intelligent creatures. How do you think they survived millions of years?"

"But couldn't you use a different animal? Like a dolphin or something?"

"A dolphin's intelligence can't rival a cockroach's," Adrien reasoned.

"But you had to go there and compare me with something so disgusting-"

Their banter had fallen to a complete stop when their attentions were redirected to a muffled, giggling girl.

Maintaining their banter for a humor affect, Nino concealed his relieved grin with a whine. "What? You think I'm an ugly bug too?!"

"No!" she chuckled, "It's as Adrien said, you're quite the intelligent bug. And hey if it makes you feel any better, you'll be sticking with us for a long time, like a cockroach!"

"Ew," he cringed, "can't you say something else? Like a how my company is as lucky as a ladybug for instance?"

Alya's and Adrien mirrored crestfallen looks, but the latter of the two was able to retaliate with a poker face and firm lips.

"Huh? Did I say something?" Nino inquired anxiously.

Alya shook her head, sending her scarlet hair to shudder around her small frame. "No, it's just that Ladybug hasn't been showing up lately. Usually she'd be swinging by a scene no matter how small the scenario was. I wonder where she could be..."

"Now that you mention it," the mocha-skinned boy considered, "yeah... I haven't seen her on the news lately. Just last night, the news anchor asked about her whereabouts."

"I know, but more than anything, I'm worried about Marinette," Alya replied as her brows began to knit. "Thanks for cheering me up, guys. It feels like I haven't laughed for centuries."

As she turned to leave, Adrien called out, "Alya!"

"Yeah?" she turned, restlessly.

"Can we tag along? I'm worried about her too."

"What about-"

"I already arranged a ride beforehand," Adrien added quickly, "and we left Miss Bustier a slip informing our health."

Alya smiled heartwarmingly, touched by his resolute insistence. She knew Marinette would go berserk over Adrien's behavior at this moment. And perhaps even bounce off the walls from her lack of self control. She had only hoped that Adrien's presence may lift her spirit.

A/N:

Had this stored for a while. I've been debating about throwing in Marinette's POV, but I decided to save it for chapter 2 ^^

Look forward to the next chapter on 12/17!