Just going to get right into it. Any mistake you find is mine. Don't own Miraculous, otherwise there would've been a very disgruntled breakdance akuma turning Paris into his stage and the only way to purify the akuma is to beat the victim in a breakdance battle.

Back to writing this AU.

Adrien Meets Plagg

"Welcome to the Siene Theater for the 32nd Annual Talent Exposition! First up is Gabriel's very own Adrien Agreste performing Sonata number 13 on the piano."

A spotlight from above shined down on a blond haired boy sitting up straight and fingers gracing the piano keys, the audience quieted as a slow melodic tone reverberated into the hall, followed by a fast paced minute of sixteenth scales and arpeggios, only to finish off with a series of low toned whole notes. The audience waited as if in a trance before they saw the boy stand and turn to witness a grand smile followed by sparkling green eyes. The hall erupted in applause as the boy bowed in respect until the red curtain hid his figure.

"As we wait for our next performance of the Grand Paris Ballet group here are the Gabriel female models showcasing only some of the Spring Fashion Show line up."

Adrien walked away from the stage into his assigned room, once the door was closed he leaned back against it and slid to the floor where he released a long sigh. He sat there for a few moments before looking up to see a black haired adult sitting on his couch next to the vanity against the wall. In an attempt to seem collected again, he scrambled back up to his feet and began to greet the stranger.

"You can drop the act, kid." The stranger's hair was slightly spiked to resemble that of cat ears, his eyes when opened seemed to glow green. "I didn't think someone of your social stature would be interested in something of the past." In his hand were a stack of pages on information regarding the Miraculous legend.

Adrien stepped forward and quickly took the pages back and placed them in a bag that was placed next to the vanity chair. "Who are you?"

"Plagg."

"You're one of them aren't you?"

"One of who?"

"A rebel, against the traditional society." Adrien watched closely as Plagg leaned forward to rest his elbows on his black jean covered knees, his fingers laced together showing a silver ring. "You're him."

Plagg glanced down at the ring on his right hand, "What 'cha gonna do about it?" then glanced up, "You're definitely not like the others."

"What others?"

"The others who I've tested. They've screamed and immediately called the police on me."

"Well, the reports did say you were detained."

Plagg smirked, "Don't 'cha know better than to believe everything on the 'net." he leaned back, the smirk falling into a frown as his arms crossed in front of him. "I was never detained. That's what the police wanted ya to think to eradicate the last of the hope."

"Why are you here?"

Plagg stood up as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a black card, "I'm looking for someone to take my place."

"Why me?"

"I can see how trapped you feel. The piano isn't a chosen talent of yours, there's no passion."

Adrien took the offered card, on the opposite side was a neon green paw print and on the bottom right hand corner were two blue rings interlaced with each other that looked 3D. "You do realize I can't go out and even if I do I'll be spotted."

"Kid, if you honestly believe that Paris can go back to its diversity, then you'll find a way." Plagg stood and walked to the door but stopped before turning the handle. "Behind Ivory Hall."

Adrien ran forward as Plagg left the room, "Wait, how do I know-", opening the door of his room revealed the Agreste assistant Nathalie Sancoeur. "Hi, Nathalie."

"Adrien, go with your bodyguard, you have a one on one session with D'Argencourt at Francoise-Dupont."

Plagg watched from the alleyway as Adrien was escorted into the car by the large bodyguard, "See you soon, kid." he waited as a red head with blue eyes came up along side him to look out as the car drove away. "Tikki."

"Plagg." she greeted back, "Are you sure he's the one?"

"He's the first one who hasn't called the police on me since the fall of Miraculous."

"That's not what I'm asking." she replied, "You know she's sensitive about this."

Plagg watched as she glanced down at her phone, lighting up her face and the black earrings that barely showed five dark spots as the red background began to appear. "Sensitive? She's not coming tonight."

"You don't know my girl. She'll be there."

"Fine. She'll be there, but not as we need her." Tikki met his eyes for a moment before walking away, Plagg followed her as she disappeared into a doorway. "As for what you were actually asking about. Yes, I honestly believe he's the one for her."

"For the future of Paris, I hope you're right."

"Let's go tell Viper to get Pulse ready."

"How do you know he'll be there tonight?" she asked with her eyebrow raised.

"The kid is curious." he deadpanned, "Unlike yours, he didn't start screaming."

Tikki attempted to hit him across the head but he dodged the attack. "No more cheese for you until tonight."

"Aww."

I'm listening to EDM as I work on this...

I'm the one person in my family that isn't fond of cheese. If the cheese isn't labeled with someone's name than it's up for grabs.

I finally figured out the line break issue!