"Many years ago, magic jewels, bestowing super powers were created," the purple kwami explained. "These were called, the Miraculous."

"The Miraculous, huh?" a deep, male voice asks. "Tell me more, little Nooroo."

"Throughout history, people have used these Miraculous for the good of the human race." Nooroo turned solemn as he went on. "But two of these jewels are the most powerful among all the Miraculous: the earrings of the Ladybug, which provides the power of creation; and the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction…" the kwami bit his lip, unable to move on.

"Hmm? Is there something more? You seem to be withholding information." The man pointed out.

The kwami sighed, "According to legend, anyone controlling both of these of jewels at the same time will have absolute power!" Nooroo immediately regretted saying those words, remembering the works of one of his last Chosen.

"Absolute power, you say?" the man said with a wicked smirk. "With that, I'll be able to reestablish the factions, so that no one would question my authority again!" Those words were for himself, and Nooroo did not hear them . "Tell me, what powers, as a kwami, do you grant?" he asked.

"I'm the Butterfly kwami, and my Miraculous is a brooch," Nooroo went on. "Its powers allow you to grant people super powers of their own, and make them your devoted follower."

"Your powers as a kwami are indeed powerful, little Nooroo," the man boasted. "But I must have the Ladybug and the Black Cat Miraculous! Without them, I'll not be able to establish the factions again!"

"But, Master!" the kwami tried reasoning with the man, "the miraculous are not meant for evil purposes!"

"Silence!" the man shouted, "My intentions are not evil! The factions are the greatest gift to humanity, and I cannot do it without your compliance!"

Nooroo whimpered, realizing there was no reasoning with this man's ironic intentions. "As you wish, Master!" the kwami replied.

"That's the spirit." The man cackled. "All right. Then, Nooroo – Dark wings, rise!"

With those words, the kwami disappeared in the brooch. Purple light engulfed the man. In seconds, the man was wearing a silver mask and a dark purple suit.

"Now, Hawkmoth will show how foolish these people have been in abandoning the factions!" his cackles echoed throughout the room.

A small, green turtle kwami, was peacefully meditating in the hotel room he, and the guardian were staying. Suddenly, he felt a dark force engulfing him. His eyes shot open, and he stumbled out of the little coffee table in the room.

"Nino! Nino!" the kwami called for the guardian with desperation.

"What is it, Wayzz?" a tall man with dark-skin, dark hair and eyes with spectacles, asked the kwami in confusion.

"I felt Nooroo," the green kwami wheezed, "I felt his aura, but it seems to be a dark one!"

Nino pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not again! Another Hawkmoth? And in America?"

Wayzz chuckled. "It seems so. And we still have all the Miraculous in place this time with the book, except for the Butterfly Miraculous."

"Yeah," Nino said, wincing at the painful memories. "It was painful for me to get Marinette's, Adrien's, Alya's and Chloe's Miraculous on their death bed. Master Fu got the Peacock one when Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth, which they found in a secret cupboard." He sighed.

Wayzz nodded in agreement. When Ladybug and Chat Noir's death was made public, whole of Paris had had grown morose – although their civilian identities were still a secret from the public; a legacy of the Miraculous wielders still a well-kept secret.

"But now, this bastard has taken hold of Nooroo." Nino grumbled . "He has a selfless nature; he shouldn't be put through that kind of abuse again!"

"I'm afraid as long as the person has control over the Miraculous, Nooroo is helpless. You do know that he does have a submissive side."

"Which does explain his timid nature." Nino sighed, eyeing the box, which held the remaining Miraculous – except for the turtle Miraculous, which was around his wrist.

"Now, that there is trouble brewing in Chicago," Nino spoke to Wayzz with determination "America needs my help! So, Wayzz – Aaahhh!" Nino cried, as he clicked his back.

Wayzz shook his head, "Nino, you know you are not capable of fighting anymore. You're – !"

"Still young. I'm – dammit! I forgot my age!" Nino cried in exasperation.

Wayzz chuckled. "If you have forgotten your own age, then that means you have to choose the correct candidates for the Ladybug and the Black Cat Miraculous."

"Ladybug and Chat Noir of America…Hey that's not a bad idea!" Nino clapped his hands together, finally clicking things in his mind. "All I have to do is put eligible people to test. And when they pass, then we'll know they're worthy of having this great power!" he laughed with excitement.

"Suitable candidates must be juvenile, Nino." Wayzz informed him.

"Is there reason as to why am I supposed to test 15 year olds? I mean Mari and Adrien did get theirs when they were 15."

"This age is where a person transitions from childhood to adulthood." The mystical kwami explained in his equally mystical tone. "This is also the age where people tend to stray from the correct path. The kwamis only respect their Chosen if they put others before themselves. You do know that juveniles have a tendency to focus only on themselves."

Nino nodded in agreement. "So, this means that I have to test kids who will help an old man in need." He smirked. "Sounds like a plan to me!"

"Of course, Master!"

"Well, now I put the earrings and the ring into the box, am I right? Now where did I put those little jewellery boxes?"

A/N ": In this au, Nino is the guardian of the miraculouses. He is my next favourite character next to Plagg, i couldn't resist! XD. And those who are reading it, i would appreciate if you leave reviews, so that i would know how i'm doing. (Btw fellow readers, i would like to know who would be a better Hawkmoth - Marcus Eaton, who wanted control over the city, or David, who wanted the experiment to continue?) Have a nice day!