"There is nothing on Dia or Kwami's here that we already know."

I told Tikki as we search the web for answers. I looked everywhere, news channels, history channels, wiki, even conspiracy sites! Nothing! Tikki was next to my keyboard, eating away at some cookies my mom had given me not to long ago. She ate the whole plate, which amazes me. Who knew something so tiny could eat so much. I guess Kwami and humans aren't fully connected.

"Maybe Bustier isn't telling us everything." Tikki said.

"Maybe." I whispered. "Or maybe that is all she knew."

"Possibly, she really didn't look that smart to me."

"Tikki!?" I shouted.

"What? She looks like someone who is into poetry than magic history." Tikki said. "Beside's, I don't understand why you're looking up an answer now. I am here, and I am not leaving."

"I don't want you to leave, but I want to know WHY your here and how? What are the other ways to create a Kwami?" I said.

"There are many ways, I can tell you what I know." Tikki said.

"Side question, how do you know certain stuff if your extension of me?"

"Easy, the magic that has flowed in you for years carries a little bit of knowledge. I carry that knowledge to speak to you." Tikki said with a smile.

"Alright, now explain the Kwami birth thing." I said.

"From what I remember, there are three ways to create a Kwami. One: you need to be born with one. Two: a ritual using the blood of three Kwami's. But I wouldn't recommend because sometimes the users will be cursed with something only the Ladybug can heal."

"Like what?"

"Eh, rotting flesh, animal instincts, lose control of magic, bad chicken pocks, corruption of black magic, the black plague, falling of teeth or/and hair, devouring of human flesh, or horrible depression that leads to suicide."

"Wow." I said.

"Yea, option two was never used because of its high rate of getting one of those things. People only used it in the old days in case of an emergency. But even then, the chances of getting a clean well-off person is 1 out of 100. And shitty part is, if not cured, you can pass that curse onto your kids. The last patch of those crazy people almost ate an entire village. So long story short, option two is one not to mess with." Tikki explained. Jeez, that sounds like a horror movie.

"And number three?" I asked.

"Trauma." She said.

"What?"

"Basically, when a strong blooded descendant of the bloodline experiences a horrible event in their life, they produce a Kwami. It's rare, but it does happen."

"So you think..." I started. This made her nod her head.

"The day you saw your father died must have been enough to create me." Tikki said. I never thought something so...never mind, I rather not think about it.

"I guess." I said. "Now I am stuck with you, and I possibly have Luka's rath on my ass. Life cannot get any worse than this."

"Well, you had to buy a whole new wardrobe." Tikki said, making me sigh in annoyance.

"Well, today is Friday, which means I get a day off tomorrow (Again, don't know how the system works there). Now all I have to do is go to class and try not to gain attention. While avoiding Adrien, Luka and any other member of the anti-magic people. And also my mother as well. A piece of cake, right?"

"Ha! Tell that to your pear ass." Tikki chuckled. I looked over at her and gave her a nasty look. This made the tiny creature stop its laughing.

"Sorry."


(School)

I should have stayed home today.

Eyes left and right, as I walked down the hallway, were on me. Winks from guys while I got nasty looks from girls. Mean and disturbing comments being made from both sides. And all the time I was just looking over my shoulder in case Luka were to appear out of the blue. I didn't need that on me! I didn't want that on me! I just wanted to attend school and be done with the day.

When I got to class, I set my stuff down on top of my desk. I then begin to remove a couple of things, such as books and pencils and crap. As I am doing this, a hand found its way to my butt. I gasped and looked behind me to see Kim hovering over me. Ugh, between him and Luka, I don't know who's more perverted...Luka! Definitely Luka!

"Ow! That's my ass! Not a target for your batting hands!" I growled at him. He then sticks two of his index fingers at me as if he was shooting me.

"Target marked." He said before winking at me. I was about to say something, but was stopped when Alya gasp.

"GIRRRRL! Alya shouted before running towards me, pushing Kim to side as she did. Once in front of me, she examines my new look.

"YES! YES!" She...I wanted to say moan...but that would sound weird.

"Are you have an orgasm?" I asked.

"Yes! Look at you!" She shouted. I guess my outfit surprised her a bit...or my new appearance.

I wore a white causal ruffled around the chest sleeveless top that went to my neck. On my bottom was high waisted button up shorts that really didn't do much for my thighs since they were exposed a lot. I didn't look like I was wearing underwear, but still, felt a little exposed. On my legs were white thigh highs that started at the edge of my thighs. And on my feet, was black block heel white laced boots. I tied my hair up in a pun because it was finally long enough to do so. I was so excited about my new look, at the same time, I feel as though I might have to change it.

"Oh, I had an allergic reaction, that's why I am this big!" I said.

"Allergic reaction? What are you allergic too?" Alya asked me.

"Uh...honey?" I said. Alya gave me a look that said: REALLY? I must admit, Alya is not stupid, at the same time, she was easy to trick.

"Honey? Really?" Alya asked.

"Yea, like how onions give you the farts." I said with a smirk, making Alya blush.

"We never speak of that moment!" Alya growled at me, I just gave her a wink. Taking our seats, it didn't take long for my math class to start. Fractions and dividing by X's. Everything was fine and dandy...till a girl with orange hair came running into the classroom shouting:

"OH MY GOD! WE HAVE ANOTHER MIRACULOUS USER IN THE SCHOOL!" She shouted.

At that second, two things went through my brain. One: someone saw Tikki, or two: Someone heard her. Whatever the reason may be, I was prepared to jump straight out of this school and run straight home. There is no way I was going to be found!

"The Magic-Force team is here! They are going to check everyone!" The girl shouted. The Magic-Force team is a group of people that have special tools to help them find Kwami's and stuff. They normally aren't called in unless it's an important matter like a magic terrorist or magic virus. Their basically special trained soldiers when it came to magic...and they are here...for this user...

"Well shit..."


Kikki: Next chapter will be epic! Thank you for reading