Hello everyone I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I never thought I would be writing a fanfiction of Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.

I just saw episodes here and there. I finally sat myself down to watch it one day. That's all it took for me to get on Netflix to watch the entire series.

I fell in love with the characters and the story. I couldn't help but think if I got sent to the world of Miraculous I wouldn't be able to survive since I

didn't know much about the show. That is how I got the idea for this fanfiction. I'm loving writing this story since it kept bugging me to sit down and

write it all down. Anyway, here is my next chapter.

Lilly2011

The homecoming could have gone a little bit better. I just couldn't bring myself to see this as my own home. My home is empty and dark. A never-ending silence I could never end. The only way I ever felt any joy in my own home was by filling it with music. Here, Ladybug's home is fill with her parents talking and moving around in the kitchen.

They had closed the bakery early to celebrate my homecoming. Ladybug's mom had sat me down at the table. Insisting, they could make dinner by themselves. I glance down at the cup of juice she had given me earlier. I don't know much about French Cuisine. Whatever, they are making smells delicious. I'm drooling just by the smell.

It is nice to eat something cook by a parent even if it is temporarily. I haven't been able to come up with a solution to switch back with Marinette. I don't even know how I'm going to fake being Marinette. I don't know anything about her.

I chew on my bottom lip doing my hardest to ignore the ever-growing guilt. I want to enjoy being in this world. I like to live as myself but this world doesn't need me, I'm too cowardly. I couldn't do anything about my own problems. My voice never could reach my mom.

Ladybug's dad places my plate in front of me. "I hope you like it."

"Of course, I'll like it. You made it for me." I smile.

I hope I'm imitating her perfectly.

They exchange a look, communicating wordlessly between each other. I pretend not to notice. I take a bite of my food, its as delicious as it smells. I take another bite, feeling warm knowing its home cook. I can't remember ever eating a home cook meal.

"Honey, what do you want to do?" Ladybug's mom asks.

Her question isn't surprising but I had expected for them to wait a day. I had really hope they waited until tomorrow. Give me a bit of breathing room to get used to being home. An image of the broken boy from the hospital flashes through my mind.

I take another bite buying myself some time. I need to find the Guardian of the Miraculous. I have to get started on my Ladybug career. I might be in the beginning of the story.

"How old am I?" I ask, cautiously.

They exchange another look.

"You're sixteen." Ladybug's dad answers.

Wow, I'm still the same age. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Ladybug is fourteen, I remember pointing out her lack of chest as a joke. My neighbor's kid said she's fourteen. Which I laugh since her chest could have been a bit bigger at that age.

"Am I in collège?" I ask.

"No, you are going to start lycée."

I took a zip of my drink trying to process the fact I'm older than Ladybug. I'm not in middle school. I'm in flipping high school. Oh god, I have to start high school all over again. I was just starting my junior year. Enjoying being almost done with school. I just had one more year then hello college years.

"Marinette, are you okay?" Ladybug's dad places his hand over mine.

I pull my hand away. I had completely forgotten I have to live as Marinette. I'm not just Ladybug. I'm a person with a life. The thought did not nothing to ease my nerves.

"Can I please be excuse?" I ask, standing up.

I didn't wait for an answer, I took off towards the stairs. I made my way upstairs feeling sick to my stomach already. I remind myself my room is pretty much the last floor. I enter the room feeling like a trespasser. This is way too much pink.

I sit down on the pink chair by the computer. I place my cheek on the cold surface of the computer desk. Everywhere I look all I see is Marinette. The innocent, kind, and brave Ladybug. I twirl my hair around my finger.

Okay, remember everything you know about Ladybug and Cat Noir. They are a team; he is so in love with her. She is so love in with his citizen self. She is into making clothing. His in to modeling. I flicker my eyes over to the mannequin next to the lounge. I can't sow to save my life. I pretty much got an F on home economics.

The closest I got to making any kind of clothes is when I wanted to cosplay. Every summer I used the credit card my mom gave me to buy all sort of things for my cosplay. I hope I can do that here.

The only thing I'm looking forward to is having someone to talk to. I have no idea if I'll even be Ladybug since it has been two years. The story has already begun, possibly. First things first I need to do my research. I turn the computer on. I google Adrien Agreste, thousands upon thousand of his modeling pictures pop into the screen. I take note of the naughty ones his fans made.

"He is really handsome; except I still prefer Cat Noir." I mumble to myself.

I check his birthday; I almost punch my computer screen. He is fourteen, while I'm sixteen. I'm supposed to be the same age as him, right? Nothing is making sense to me. Maybe, there is no Miraculous. If that is true then there might not be a way for me to switch back.

I slap both my cheeks hard. No, I don't have time to be depress. I need to find out more. Next, I look up Ladybug and Cat Noir. I got a bunch of actual Ladybugs pictures. Cat Noir got me weird cats in weirder costumes. I pity those cats.

Okay, I might be able to find the Guardian I just need to find the guy. I look up Master Fu next, only to find restaurants, dojos, and massage places. I grab a cushion from the lounge and scream into it.

"That is going to take forever. Its his name even Master Fu?" I ponder out loud. "He could have an actual name. A fake one, but a name."

I get back on the computer searching for only Fu. It got worse the results seem to double. Okay, he must have some sort of business going. Lana, my neighbor's kid, kept saying he had to go undercover since Hawkmoth had found him. I close my eyes focusing on remembering.

Blank, nothing, my mind can't recall any of the conversation I had with Lana. Most of the time I pay attention I had to since my phone was charging. That was a jerk move on my part but I was barely interested in Ladybug since it was on Disney channel. I used to think I was too old for it.

I lean back on my seat, thinking of everything I could remember of the show. Something catches my eye, tuck beneath the computer desk. A black book, standing out on the pink wall. I kneel down to grab it.

I flip the book open, surprise to see is Ladybug's diary. You would think it be as pink as her room. I flip through it until I get to the last entry. My heart aches with the first line.

Dear Diary,

I might not make it; I've heard I might die soon. I'm not surprise my body is too weak. It takes a while for me to get in my room. Mom insists I exchange rooms with her and dad. I keep telling her no. If I do, I might lose my gorgeous balcony. It's the only way I get a bit of sun. Sometimes I like to pretend I can fly towards the sky.

I'll be able to soon enough. I can't wait to run my fingers through the clouds. I want to see if Paris is beautiful from the sky. Mom hates it when I talk like this. She doesn't want to hear it.

I accepted my fate along time ago. The moment no one could figure out what's wrong with me. I just keep getting all sorts of fevers. It takes days for it to go down. By the end of it, my body is too exhausted to move.

I hope a beautiful angel comes for me. Maybe, I'll see Paris as I fly upwards to the sun.

She was dying? Ladybug was dying. It takes me a while to realize I'm crying. I wipe away the tears only to have them replace. A sob escapes my lips. I cover my face letting myself cry at the unfairness of life. This is supposed to be a light romantic and comedy world. Nothing bad is supposed to happen. The main character is undefeated. No one can beat her.

I read the rest of her diary, blinking away the tears. She kept getting fevers randomly. Fevers that made her feel like she was boiling. She swore she could see steam coming from her. Marinette didn't have a happy life but she kept her positive attitude through it all.

I head back downstairs. Her parents are sitting in front of the TV. Neither of them, are paying attention to it. Two sets of eyes are on me.

"Why didn't you tell me about my condition?" I force the words out in one breath.

"We didn't want to worry you. You have your plate fill with trying to remember everything." Ladybug's mom explains.

"How did the accident happen?" I ask feeling small.

It took them a minute to answer. I didn't think they would for a moment.

"You had a fever for three days. The doctors kept bringing it down only to have it spike. You wanted to go see the fashion show by Gabriel Agreste, your idol. You were so determined to see him. You snuck out of your bed while we were in the bakery. You must have trip while coming down to the kitchen. I don't know how long you were laying there. I just saw the blood." Ladybug's mom sobs into her hands at the last words.

I look down at the floor picturing her laying here. Did she die there? Did Marinette fight for her survival? Did she fly?

"No one thought you could make it. Everyone kept saying it would take a miracle for you to wake up. You sure show them." Ladybug's dad puts his hand on my shoulder giving me a gentle squeeze.

The pride is clear in his eyes. The both of them are looking at me with so much love. I wrap my arms around them pulling them into a hug. My confession stuck in my throat. Tears fall down, I'm unable to make a single sound.

The guilt snakes around my throat squeezing the air out of me. I can hardly breath to this point. I want to believe with all my heart I just needed to switch back with her. She'll be back soon to save this world.

Now, this world has an idiot to save it. A coward, who couldn't stand up to an absent mother. I can't do this but I can possibly fake it for the kind Ladybug I saw on the TV show. Cat Noir flashes through my head. I have to fake it, for all of them.