"So… why is he here?"

Chloe stopped eating and glanced up to see Emma look at her with eyebrows raised.

"Master Fu? He's just a friend of ours." Chloe smiled shakily.

Emma narrowed her eyes. Something was up. Who was this man? And why did he come here, and why now? "Aunt Chloe, may I be excused?"

"Why?" Chloe asked.

Emma blew her blonde bang from her face with a tiny smile. "I left frosting for macarons in my fridge, I don't want it to freeze."

"Oh, of course." Chloe smiled, rembering the girl's mother. Emma had seemed to inherit her mother's talent. It didn't help that her grandparents were bakers, and that she visited them nearly every weekday after school.

Emma got up, ruffling her brother's hair before going up the hotel stairs.

She didn't go into her bedroom with the mini fridge though, she went to the next room over, Chloe and Kim's room.

Emma felt guilty, but she had to know a question she had asked all night: why did she feel like she recognized Master Fu? And especially the bracelet around his wrist?

Emma had been there before, a few days after being taken from the Agreste home, she had found something, and she was looking for it again.

She sneaked over to Chloe's jewelry box, and carefully lifted the lid. She observed pictures and little trinkets from Chloe's past, until she found the one she was looking for.

It was a picture of a 16 year old Chloe, along with her friends.

Two people, Emma knew right away when she had found the picture long ago, were her parents. Marinente blushed as Adrian hugged her from behind, and he was in the middle of kissing her cheek when the photo was taken. Emma had inherited her mother's eyes, her father's hair and quirky grin. Louis had inherited the emerald eyes, and blue hair, and his mother's excited personality.

Chloe had her arms wrapped around Adrian and another girl, she looked at Adrian with a smile, not one of flirting, but one of just friendship. She wore her signature hair comb, like Marinette's earrings, and Adrien's ring, it had a certain shine in sunshine. She looked so happy and confident. She didn't have the shadows in her eyes like Emma had always seen.

The girl beside her was one Emma had never seen. This girl was holding the phone that took the photo, and had a happy smile on her face. A boy had his arm wrapped around her, but Emma didn't care about him, she had found what she was looking for, that braclet was around his wrist!

It was the same braclet as Master Fu's.

They definitely weren't the same person, for many reasons, but that was certainly the same braclet. She knew she recognized it from somewhere! Emma beamed. But that still didn't exsplain why the Master was here…

Emma sighed, putting back the items. She closed the box and turned slightly.

She went into her room to truly check on the frosting when she noticed a little box sitting on her purple covered bed. When she got closer, she saw it was black with red swirly designs.

"What's this doing here?" She whispered softly, picking up the box. A present maybe? Chloe often did buy her lavish gifts if Emma was upset, as if it would help.

Emma picked it up and delecaily opened it. Suddenly, a bright ball of purple light filled her room, making her shield her eyes.

After a few moments, she blinked her eyes and saw a little purple creature floating there beside her.

"Whoa…" Emma breathed. "W-What are you? Are you… real?"

"Yes, you'll find I'm quite real." The thing said with a tiny whisper. "You're Emma, right? Emma Agreste?"

Emma narrowed her eyes and then the thing zipped around her quickly, studying her appearance.

"Hm, same hair," Nooroo murmured. "same nose," She then looked at Emma's exsprison, one of complete confusion, her lips in a tight frown. Nooroo shook a little bit. "same frown as him… but, your eyes, they're much brighter blue."

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked, raising her eyebrow. "Who… what are you?"

"My name's Nooroo, I am a kwami, to help you transform into the butterfly miraculous." Nooroo exsplained.

Emma tilted her head. "Butterfly? There isn't a butterfly miraculous…"

"I suppose you may think that, considering when you were born." The kwami mused.

"But, shouldn't I get one of my parents' miraculous?"

Nooroo shook her head. "It's a long story, mistress, one that you'll learn later."

"But, Paris is at peace, there isn't any need for a hero!" Emma said. "It's been that way since I was little."

"If it was still peaceful, why would I be here?" Nooroo asked.

Emma tried to retort but found no way to do so.

"Mistress, Paris is in danger by a new villain, who will stop at nothing to get what he wants! That includes destroying this city."

The teen glanced around. "But what about Aunt Chloe? She holds the bee miraculous, she can save the city-"

There was a sudden shriek from outside and Emma ran out onto her balcony. She gasped in terror, seeing a young boy, no older than Louis was tied to the top of the Eiffel Tower, he was being held up by some kind of rope wrapped around his waist.

"M-Mom! Mommy!" The boy sobbed, frightened of the height.

"I have to help that kid!" Emma cried instinctively.

"You can't, not as a normal girl!" Nooroo chimed. "All you have to do is say, 'Nooroo, bright wings rise!'"

Emma glanced back and sighed.

"Put the boy down!" A voice called. Emma looked out to see Queen Bee standing in the street while the people watched in terror.

"My baby!" Emma heard a blonde woman cry.

Emma watched Chloé fly up to the top of the tower, and like everyone else, she couldn't see because it was far too high. Suddenly, shrieks and screams filled the crowd and Emma saw why. Chloé was falling from the tower, and she wasn't her powerful self! Where was her miraculous?!

"AUNT CHLOÉ!" Emma cried in fear.

"Emma, do it now!"

Emma grabbed the brooch from the box and pinned it on her shirt. "Nooroo, bright wings rise!"

Nooroo was swept into the gem and Emma was lifted up. She gave a breath as purple shimmered around her. She was soon in a dark purple bodysuit that had a black sash wrapped around her waist. She grew beautiful big butterfly wings, purple, of course. Her hair folded into a bun with one strand sticking her eyes, just how she liked it. A mask formed on her face that was black with a curly design of a butterfly on it. A deep violet cane appeared in her arms. Her brooch grew four wings that made a shape of a butterfly and the middle glowed bright purple. The girl fluttered her wings slightly before realizing what she had to do.

Emma ran to the balcony and took in a breath. "1… 2… GO!" She yelled, jumping off the railing. Her wings started to flap like they already knew what to do, like she had used them millions of times.

Emma quickly caught her guardin and put her safely on the ground.

"Em?" Chloé whispered.

Emma shushed her.

"You…" Chloé then sighed before looking determined. "You only have a few minutes, use them wisely, save that kid!"

Emma nodded.

She zoomed up the tower, she would learn how to fly striaght later. The girl then landed not so gracefully onto the platform. She groaned a bit, before getting up to see a man.

He seemed to not see her though, admiring a lovely comb in his hand. The bee miraculous! Emma glanced at her other hand and saw to her horror that the rope was merely a yo-yo!

"You could have taken the stairs, girl." The man whispered, snapping Emma's attention back. "Then again, if you brought me what I want, you would've have flown, would you, petit."

Emma gripped her cane tight as the man turned. He… He was wearing the earrings! The earrings of Ladybug! How could he?! He wore a red suit with black spots that fit tightly on him. The most interesting thing was the fact that his face was concealed by a spotted hood. He towered over Emma, many years older than her.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I came to stop you! Just let this kid go, before I make you." Emma growled, trying not to curl up while standing in this frighteningly tall man's shadow.

The red clad villain acted frightened until he burst into laughter. He then made his yo-yo come to him, including the child wrapped around in it. He threw the boy to the floor with a smile. Emma helped the boy up and shoved him behind her.

"Who are you? Where's my mommy, where's my mom?" The boy whispered.

Emma hushed him and bent down. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here, just get on my back and we'll-"

"I don't think you understand how this works, flutterby." The man said behind her. "I'm not quite finished with you. You know I'm more powerful than you, so I'll dispose of you quickly."

He flung up his yo-yo. "Lucky charm!"

Emma gasped as a large net formed.

"Oh, a butterfly net! How convenient." Emma couldn't see his face, but could tell he was smirking.

Emma gave a cry as the man threw his yo-yo around her waist and pulled her to the platform.

Emma tried to move but he threw the net over her. It was heavy, too heavy! She couldn't move!

"Let her go!" The boy suddenly cried. He tried to tackle the man but the villain turned and shoved him off.

"NO!" Emma screamed.

"Don't cry, papion!" Ladybug cooed. He walked up and reached for her brooch.

"I'm sure without your pretty wings you'll be a lot more... mangable." The villain laughed. "Maybe once she sees you over the water on the bridge she'll reconsider."

Emma kicked and punched, trying to break free. She then grabbed her cane, having forgot about it until now. The girl unsheathed the hidden sword in her cane and cut through the net.

"No!" Ladybug growled. Emma leapt off and zoomed down just in time to catch the boy.

The teen helped the little boy onto her back. "Hold on tight!"

She opened her wings. The boy gasped and wrapped his arms around her neck. Emma couldn't help but smile. She was flying! Really flying!

She soon reached the ground, and let the boy off.

"Mom! Mommy!" He cried. To Emma's suprise, two women ran up and hugged him.

"Oh, are you hurt? What did he want from you?" One cried, wiping tears from her eyes as she squished his face checking for cuts or bruises. She was the blonde woman Emma had seen earlier. "I'm so glad you're safe!"

"Mommy, I'm okay, it was scary though." The boy whispered. He turned to a dark haired woman.

"Did Ladybug… hurt you?" The woman asked softly.

"No, he just wanted her to come up." The boy pointed to Emma who gave a small wave.

"He?" The women chorused.

"Ladybug's a girl." Rose whispered.

"No, not this time." Emma said. She then saw her brooch glow. A wing of the miraculous disappeared. "What does that mean?"

"It means you're going to detransform soon. I would be best if you just hide, take it off and give it to me." Chloé sighed. "You saved the boy, you did all you needed to."

"Not quite." Emma said firmly, looking up at the tower. She was about to fly up but the boy grabbed her arm.

"Thank you… what do I call you?"

Emma thought about it then smiled. "Petite Papillon, call me that." She then gently let go and flew up, to the tower.

She landed and realized that Ladybug had vanished. She picked up a note left on the floor.

'Little Papillon, meet me here tonight at midnight. Bring the Chat Noir miraculous with you, and come alone. And if you don't come, I will go into that beautiful house of yours, and I will kill your brother, just like killed your parents.'

Petite Papillon felt her heart thud.

That night, as Emma wondered where the ring could be, Ladybug stood silently in his lair.

A small voice chimed up. "Please, stop this, you won't get what you want, you'll only make this worse."

"How many times have we talked about this?" Ladybug chuckled. "You know I won't stop. Besides, what can you do? I'd love to see you try and escape me."

The kwami was silent until she finally spoke. "Why did you steal me away from Marinette?"

"That is none of your concern, little bug. Did you really think every wieler would be so kind and loving as her?"

"Of course not." The small bug sighed. "I just never thought I would be used for darkness… The Ladybug miraculous wasn't meant for evil! It's the power of creation! It was made to help people!"

"Weren't they all?" The man whispered.

Tikki grew quiet. "I just… I just want to go back to being a power of good, I want to go back to Marinette."

"You're mine now." Ladybug smirked. "And I'll never let you go."

The kwami nodded. "I guess it would seem like that…" She then glanced up, fire in her glowing blue eyes. "but I'll never stop fighting-!"

"Tikki, spots on!"

Hey guys. So, I'm giving you a chance to appear in my story! Emma's powers are making superheros, and she needs some super people to help her! If you have a idea for a oc for this fic, pm me soon! I need lots of characters, and I'll most likely make more of my own.