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Ah Paris, the city of love. That was why he had moved here all those years ago, for the sight of love on every street corner, for the smell of love filling the air on the scent of fresh baked bread, and the perfume of pretty women walking down the street arm in arm with their significant others.

The saxophone player was on his usual street corner playing some nice smooth jazz, that always got peoples moods up. He hoped that it would tonight. He really needed the thought of love tonight, it had been a long past few days and he wanted to believe in the goodness of humanity once again.

And what better way to do that then to stand on a street corner playing some nice tunes on a saxophone?

In fact right now a couple were coming down the street walking hand in hand. They seemed to be excitedly talking about something. The saxophone player began to play something smoother and much more romantic. He learned it back in New Orleans, that was where Jazz originated, inspired by the French scene in fact.

"I just don't get why we can't simply return the clothing-"
"And how would that go? Oh hey little girl, sorry that I stole your clothing but my boyfriend and I were in a really weird place so I just wanted to jet?"
"I don't think that she was a little girl. She was with a bunch of high school age kids."
"You saw her size right? She hadn't even blossomed yet!"
"Not tonight pal." The man said distractedly to the saxophone player as he continued to play right around them, the saxophone player smiled sheepishly and shrugged as the couple continued their playful banter down the street.

At least he hoped it was playful banter, it almost looked as if the man was in a hell of a hurry and the women was trying to slow him down. That or the man was dragging her right behind him.

Still one bad couple, it was still an early night, and there was a guarantee that there would be another couple right down the cobbled street at any moment now, the man with a rose the woman with a blush and ready to be serenaded by an old gentleman's saxophone playing, the saxophone officially the most romantic instrument in the history of mankind. And if it wasn't than he certainly was going to make sure that it one day did become that.

He taped the side of his instrument and fiddled his fingers for a few seconds, hoping that someone would eventually come down the street and that he could attempt to serenade them. It was one of the perfect nights for a street musician to attempt to serenade someone. The sky was clear the streetlights made a nice atmosphere and the stars could be seen nice and clearly.

A guy came walking quickly down the sidewalk, he was holding a bouquet of flowers right by the flowers, clenched tightly in his hands, if he squeezed any harder than they would pop right off. He quickly brought the mouth piece up and began to play a classic love song that he knew.

The young man came closer and closer, his strides more and more aggressive and the look on his face hard enough to turn butter.
"Ah shut up!" He shouted in the saxophone players face. He squeaked to a halt and watched as the man continued on his way. That was rude, he was simply trying to set the mood. He wished that he could tell what people deserved to hear. He wished that people would enjoy themselves, he wished that people could actually love. They were in Paris after all, the city of LOVE! If you couldn't be happy here well then...there wasn't much hope for the rest of the world was there?

The saxophone player set his instrument down and sighed deeply through his he was younger he could play two saxophones simultaneously now a days he could only handle one. Disappointing, everything was just one enormous disappointment tonight. If he could just make one persons night nice...but who was he kidding, there was just no more love in the world.

Miles away in a secret base a large wall moved, and a butterfly shaped window opened. A man concealed by darkness and surrounded by white fluttering moths so large that they could be mistaken for butterflies breathed deeply.

"A romantics soul is so delicate, it breaks at the slightest pressure. And broken things are just perfect to corrupt." A single white butterfly flew down and landed on the mans outstretched hand. He covered it and inserted his dark energy, his dark imagination, his evil corrupting desires into the butterfly.

"Fly away my little akuma and evilize him!" The butterfly flapped through the open window and slowly and stealthily fluttered into the night.

The saxophone played dejectedly picked up his saxophone, he might as well just go home. Call it a night, no one felt like hearing a love song. Suddenly a dark butterfly with purple on it landed onto his saxophone just as he touched it with the tips of his fingers. A voice rang through his head.

"Silver Saxophonist I am Hawk Moth, I have also noticed this lack of love affecting our city streets, I offer you the possibility to infect Paris with the musical notes of love that it has been missing. But as your investor I ask for something small and simple in return. Ladybug and ChatNoir's miraculous's bring them to me. Do we have a deal?"

The Silver Saxophonist brought his instrument to his lips and let out a mighty deep note in affirmation. The darkness spread down his lips slicking his hair back and turning it bright gleaming metallic silver, his clothes turned into a silver skin tight outfit with darker colored hearts surrounded in angle wings across his shoulders, back and chest, he wore high heels that increased his stature and made him feel as if he were flying, he had musical notes adorning his brand new saxophone. He grinned and his teeth were the sharpened reeds from a saxophone.

He blew loudly in triumphant before rushing off to find a few souls to infect with love.


The Gorilla was meditating in the limousine, his eyes wide open and taking everything on the street in. He would simply wait for Adrien to be done playing his little game and then drive him home. That was his job, he sat and watched the night life go by. Nothing really interesting so far, that was why he meditated with his eyes open, to be alert for any threats.

He had driven Adrien and the other boys to the world renewed restaurant on the blonde boys insistence, now all he had to do was drive them back. He should really start reading something. This job could become boring when he knew the layout of the restaurant and knew that there were no threats inside.

The only interesting thing was a redheaded women walking with a little buck toothed girl who wore big brown pigtails. She pulled the struggling child down the street. Obviously it was a very hyperactive and fussy child. The Gorilla thanked his lucky stars that he had not been employed by the Agreste family when Adrien was that age, he could hardly take the boy at this age.

The Gorilla lowered the car window to get some fresh air, he scanned the street again and accidentally caught the woman's eyes. She spluttered before picking up the small girl and waving as if to assure him that everything was fine. He made no reaction. He really couldn't be bothered to do anything in response.

The Silver Saxophonist saw the large man squatting and frowning across the street at the pretty woman and her daughter. He recognized that sort of scowl, the scowl of a man without and love to give, or to experience. Well the Silver Saxophonists wasn't going to just let that stand. With a great big breath he began to play his wonderful new instrument. It felt almost as if he were telepathically 'suggesting' that the great big man get up, get moving and go talk to the lovely woman that he was going to spend the rest of his life with!

The Gorilla felt something twinge in his guts, and in his head, he looked back across the street at the woman with the little buck toothed girl and he felt a twinge in his 'heart' something that he thought he had gotten rid of a long time ago. He opened the sliding door and got up and out. She was also standing stock still, her daughter in her arms and pulling at the woman's suit pocket.

"Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?" Mannon said trying to get her mothers attention, there was this really weird look on her mothers face, as fi she were listening to that music coming from that fancy looking super villain down the street who was playing the weird instrument. Mannon had seen enough akumatized people to know when one was a super villain. The big scary simian looking guy was getting closer to them, his eyes were small and deep set in his head and seemed to be glowing...silver?

Mannon looked up at her own mothers eyes and was surprised to see that her eyes were reflecting that strange silver light.
"Mom?" She said again, her mother merely turned to the big man and smiled...dreamily.

"Hello, my name is Nadja Chamak." She said holding out her hand, the man took it and gave it a quick little kiss to the knuckles, bowing low with a grace that did not match his large form. He then grasped her hips with his large hands and pulled her close.
"I love this song." Nadja said softly as he merely grinned back and the two slowly began to dance slowly and effortlessly across the cobble streets of paris.

"Mom? MOM!" Manon shouted in her mothers ear, she was starting to get annoyed, why was her mother dancing? Why was she ignoring her? "WHAT IS GOING ON!" Manon shouted annoyed that she had no control over the situation and was now pressed between this big strange guys chest and her mothers shoulder and could only sit squished as they slowly and expertly ball roomed danced to the music coming from down the street. Even when it stopped and the Silver Saxophonist began to wander down the sidewalk on the look out for more good to do.

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