"Look at the time!" I gasped, racing for the door. I skidded to a halt in front of it and turned around to address the kwamis,
"Quick, hide in my blazer!" They both zipped into my blazer without protest and then I proceeded to run out the door towards the school, desperate to make it before lunch was over.
I bounced up the school's front stairs just as the bell rang, and headed towards the art classroom where I was needed. I stepped through the door, and was greeted with low chatter and some curious stares from a different set of eyes than ones before the akuma attack, I then shifted my gazed towards the teacher sitting at his desk. He looked eerily familiar... I then scanned around the classroom and spotted a sculpted statue covered in ripped red pieces of fabric. And then it struck me, the teacher that was absent throughout my last lesson was the akumatized victim!
What a weird turn of events.
I calmed down and introduced myself to the class; whilst the instructions were read out, I got down to organising the equipment and supervising the students. I was pacing across the classroom when I hear some interesting whispering, I pretended to be examining the papers at my work desk at the back of the class and listened closely,
"Did you hear about that new villain?"
"The Sculptor or that bird 'hero'?"
My body stiffened at that comment,
Did they mistake me for a villain?
I tuned back into the whispering,
"I'm sure Ladybug and Chat Noir have the situation under control."
"I wonder who this new one is."
"Ya think it's another Volpina?"
"Do you mean she'll save the city once and disappear?"
"No dude, didn't you see that post on the Ladyblog? Volpina was an akuma!"
I shivered and felt myself go pale, the teacher called for the students attention back to the work, but I wasn't listening anymore, I had to get out of there.
I got up from my desk shakily, and headed toward an art supply closet in the corridor, which I thankfully found abandoned, I locked the cupboard door after myself and slumped to the floor, letting my kwamis escape from my blazer. Lunne laid on my head and let her tail swing in front of my face, which was surprisingly comforting. Solleil took in her surroundings and then turned back to me with a worried and deeply thoughtful expression on her face whilst my eyes wistfully followed Lunne's tail-pendalum. Solleil snapped out of her unfocused state and rubbed my cheek as she quietly started to speak,
"Now, I know how upset you must be with everyone accusing you of villainy, but sitting in an empty cupboard isn't going to do you any good, so come on, let's get up and show them that you are not like, um.. Volpina, and that you won't back down because of the fact that literally nobody trusts you."
I smiled gratefully, despite her speech only slightly calming me down,
"Quite the motivator, I see," I teased whilst prodding the air in a mocking manner at her direction. She scoffed and tried to look offended, but failed because of the grin spreading across her face. I carefully picked up Lunne from my head, and I cautiously scratched her head as she rolled around in my palm. Without warning, her eyelids shot up and she zoomed next to her partner, swishing and flicking her tail with urgency targeted at me in her eyes. I got the hint and hurried back to the classroom to help the students.
As the day passed, my anxiousness didn't. In fact, it had been growing every second which neared to 9pm.
What if they don't like me?
What if they'll still think I'm a villain?
What if they want to take my Miraculous?
Can I even trust them?
I thought and thought whilst I laid on my bed, waiting for the hour to come. In the meantime, I needed to clear my thoughts; I hopped off my bed and made my way to the desk where my notes lay, I sat in my chair and started scribbling, which then morphed into writing poems and I had managed to scratch some rough poems down.
My thoughts are reeling
With this sick feeling,
My wandering mind
Though seeking, still blind,
To create a world
Where the storms have whirled,
Imagination
Without dictation,
In the depths below
It stirs the bright glow,
The sun will rise up
As the moon will set,
By day and by night,
What will cure this blight?
I leaned back in my chair, examining the poem, I always enjoyed writing poems, even in the worst of times. It gave me a feeling of home and familiarity. At that moment, Lunne flew towards me holding a strawberry she found in the fridge, followed by a slow Solleil preoccupied with stuffing her face with what I assumed was bits of leftover boiled egg. Lunne took a seat on my left shoulder, her tail swishing behind her,
"What do you think?" I asked her as she skimmed through. Her face lit up as she bit into the strawberry, looking satisfied with the taste. Solleil, on the other hand, was perched on my right shoulder and awed at the messy work, "This is very nice for a first draft!" She proclaimed, finishing her egg. I stared at it, figuring out what to make out of it.
"Actually, I think that is going to stay that way, I don't feel the need to dwell on negative emotions for too long," I explained to her.
She nodded her head understandingly and hopped off my shoulder onto the desk, tinkering with the office supplies.
"Now that I remember, Lunne?" I recalled, turning my head a fraction to the left, "Were you also in the Miraculous when I was transformed?" She simply shook her head and coiled her tail to rub against my neck. "I see, so you were in the scarf?" I questioned rhetorically, "Then where does Solleil go when I transform into the wolf?" I continued, furrowing my brow.
"Oh, I'll just find somewhere to hide when you do transform," Solleil replied, flipping and tossing some rubbers on her head.
Now that I think about it, I'd want to get out a bit sooner to test run the wolf before my meeting. With that in mind, I stood up, careful not to throw off Lunne, and checked the time.
8:30pm
"I think it's time to transform," I told Lunne as she gulped down her last bite.
"Lunne, rise!"
I pranced on the spot, being enveloped in the magical aura and sparkles. The once spiked black crescent moon choker had now morphed into a glimmering white full moon with its spikes tucked away and the 2 spiralling colours now the same colour as the pitch black collar. I was clad in monotone white and black, which sectioned my body parts apart from each other. She looked in the mirror and saw 2 crimson eyes staring at me, but then what caught my attention was my thick, black, white-edged tail which was nearly twice my size. I retracted it to only half its original size, then I caught Solleil rolling through my tail.
"It's so fluffy!" She cooed as I chuckled. "I'm quite surprised considering how much damage a fluffy whip would probably do."
With that comment, I realised the lack of equipment I had on me (and the very few pockets I was given lining my tail), and how I would use a tail as a whip stunned me. I'd never been one for close-quarter situations, but this took it to a new level.
"Come on, Solleil, we only have 20 minutes to take a test run!" And like that, she darted into my tail before I leaped out of the open window.
