The Miraculous Squad: Origins
Summary:
The world is in peril... after nearly 200 years, the parasitic and evil Hawk Moth has been uncovered and unleashed. To protect the world, a group of three school friends has been chosen to wear the all-powerful Miraculous and fight against Hawk Moth and her army of Akuma villains.
Main Pairings (True Loves/Soulmates):
Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug/Lady Noir/DragonbugXAdrien Agreste/Cat Noir/Mister Bug/Snake Noir, Otis Césaire/AnimanXMarlena Césaire, Ayla CésaireXNino Lahiffe, Ivan Bruel/StoneheartXMylène Haprèle/Vampira, Emile AgrestexGabriel Agreste, Luna Rossi/Nightmare QueenXHelena Bourgeois/Dark Venus/Dark Aphrodite, Chloe Agreste/Queen BeeXSabrina Raincomprix, Kagami Tsurugi/RiposteXLuka Couffaine/Silencer, Max Kanté/GamerXBritney Dupain-Cheng/Lady Wi-Fi, Kim Chiến Lê/Dark CupidXAlix Kubdel/Timebreaker, TikkiXPlagg
Minor Pairing (One-Sided Pairing):
Luna Rossi/Nightmare QueenXAdrien Agreste, Helena Bourgeois/Dark Venus/Dark AphroditeXAdrien Agreste
Hero Profile:
Heroes' Name:
Ladybug/Lady Noir/Dragonbug
Heroes' Kwami:
Tikki
Special Abilities:
Lucky Charm—limited to her Superhero form only
Miraculous Ladybug—limited to her Superhero form only
Swordsmanship Mastery—100% effective when she is in her civilian form/100% effective when she is in her Superhero form
Ice-Skating Mastery—100% more capable of using Ice-Skates like a pro when she is in her civilian form/100% more capable of using Ice-Skates like a pro when she is in her Superhero form
Soul Bond Telepathy—25% more effective when she is in her civilian form/95% more effective when she is in her Superhero form
Godly strength—25% stronger than most human beings when she is in her civilian form/75% stronger more than most human beings when she is in her Superhero form
Godly speed—25% faster than most human beings when she is in her civilian form/75% faster more than most human beings when she is in her Superhero form
Godly endurance—can endure 25% more than most human beings when she is in her civilian form/can endure 75% more than most human beings when she is in her Superhero form
Leadership Manipulation—25% chance of people following and listening to her when in her civilian form/95% chance of people following and listening to her when in her Superhero form
Hero Profile:
Heroes' Name:
Cat Noir/Mister Bug/Snake Noir
Heroes' Kwami:
Plagg
Special Abilities:
Cataclysm—limited to his Superhero form only
Soul Bond Telepathy—25% more effective when he is in his civilian form/95% more effective when he is in his Superhero form
Leadership Manipulation—25% chance of people following and listening to him when in his civilian form/95% chance of people following and listening to him when in his Superhero form
Hero Profile:
Heroes' Name:
Queen Bee
Heroes' Kwami:
Pollen
Special Abilities:
Venom—limited to her Superhero form only
Superstrength—25% stronger when she is in her civilian form/95% stronger when she is in her Superhero Form
Villain Profile:
Villains' Name:
Hawk Moth
Villains' Kwami:
Nooroo
Special Abilities:
Akumatization—limited to her Supervillain form
Empathy—25% effective when she is in her civilian form/95% effective when she is in her Supervillain form
Chapter 1:
The Reawakening of Evil
Disclaimer:
I do not own nor claim to own the parts of the original story of Miraculous Team that is being used in this FanFiction story. That right belongs to SonicPossible00.
Light Sided (Loyalist) Mortal Plain of Existence Dimension #323,158,529.1 (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Dimension #202.1)
France, Paris, Louvre August 21, 2017, 20:10
It was a warm summer night in Paris. The sun had just set on the horizon, and the black cloak of the long night ahead would soon plunge the whole city in darkness; the darkness which would be countered by the lights of every street lamp and landmark in that city. One of such landmarks is known as the Louvre, where this story begins.
originally Built in the 12th century to serve as a fortress, the building suffered consecutive changes over the centuries, having served as the residence of the King of France until 1682, when Louis XIV chose the Palace of Versailles as his household. It was its destiny to open as a museum in 1793, housing one of the largest collections of art in the world. Among that collection was a statue that had been recently acquired. The museum's curator had obtained it from a private collector, who left it in his will to the museum. Usually, a piece would not be placed for display before being reviewed by a series of specialists, not to mention the museum's board of administrators, but the collector in question had been a wealthy patron of the museum for nearly four decades. In his will, he had asked for the statue to be on display to the public. Given the importance of the man in question, it was decided that the statue would be unveiled on the day that some of the rooms from the 2nd floor of that part of the Sully Pavilion, which had been closed to the public for renovations the past few months, would reopen.
As the statue was taken out of the wooden crate where it had been encased, the curator, Mr. Kubdel, observed it and was astounded by its sheer magnificence. He had only seen pictures of it, and this was the first time his eyes saw the real thing. The photos he had seen did not hold a candle to the true statue. Standing 9 feet tall on top of a pedestal, carved out of pitch-black marble, the statue was of a tall man dressed in a dress shirt with a butterfly-shaped lapel brooch on the center of the collar and dress pants. In his hands, he was holding a cane. But what made it rather unique was the fact that most of his face and neck were cloaked by some sort of mask.
"This is a remarkable statue. I've never seen anything like it before. The marble from which has been carved is uncanny." Mr. Kubdel thought to himself, as the moving guys finished taking it out of its crate. "Be careful with it. We wouldn't want our newest piece to get damaged."
"It is a fabulous piece, but who exactly is the man in the statue?" asked a voice, behind Mr. Kubdel. It was his older son, Jalil. He had finished college that summer and was now working for his father, as his assistant, as well as working on his doctorate. Like his father, he was passionate about History and its mysteries, although sometimes he would let his taste for crazy and insane theories cloud his judgment; something of which his father did not approve, mostly because he believed that as historians, it was their job to present History as it was, and not as it should have or could have been.
"To tell you the truth, even I don't know. My expertise is in Ancient Egyptian artifacts. The owner of the statue did not leave any kind of documentation regarding it, except for the statue's name…. Hawk Moth." Mr. Kubdel said.
"Hawk Moth? What kind of a name is that for a statue?" Jalil asked his father, thinking that the name sounded ridiculous.
"I don't know, Jalil, I wasn't the one who sculpted it. But, perhaps, it has something to do with that butterfly-shaped brooch that has been sculpted on the lapel." Mr. Kubdel pointed to the detail in question.
"You mean, you don't know?" Jalil asked.
"Unfortunately, yes, and as I said, the owner that left us this art piece did not leave us with any kind of documents regarding its origin, date, or even the identity of its sculptor." Mr. Kubdel insisted on the matter. "Please, be careful with those crowbars." -he warned the moving guys.
"And you're putting it on display, without knowing anything about it?" Jalil asked his father. He was lightly shocked to hear this because his father was not the kind of man who would do such a thing. –"It's not like you to do such a thing."
"Yes, it was one of its owner's last wishes. Also, it wasn't exactly my idea either. If it was up to me, this amazing statue would be treated like every other piece that is acquired by the museum. But the order came from the top, and there's nothing I can do about it. And before you say anything, we still have two weeks before this room is reopened to the public. That will give you enough time to help me research the statue and find out a little more about it and its sculptor." Mr. Kubdel whispered it to his son.
"I see. Well, it would help if we at least knew in what century it was made." Jalil said.
"Well, based on the design and clothes, it looks almost contemporary… yet the way the marble has been worked and polished, it seems like it was done in the early 19th century." -Mr. Kubdel declared.
"Then, we have nothing to go on?" Jalil asked.
"There is one thing… where did I put it?" Mr. Kubdel asked himself, as he looked through the papers he had in his hands. "Here it is. The sculpture isn't signed, but before they boxed it, they took several photos of it, and on the base of the pedestal, they found this insignia, along with some writing carved on it."
Showing the photo to Jalil, the young man quickly saw what it was. The writing was clearly Asian, possibly Chinese.
"But dad, my expertise is Ancient Egypt, just like you. I can't read ancient Chinese." -Jalil said.
"I know that. And that's why you will be working with the department responsible for the Ancient China artifacts." -Mr. Kubdel said as he extended him the photo with the writings.
"But why me? Couldn't you ask someone else who's already an expert in ancient Chinese to do this instead?" –"Jalil protested. –"How am I supposed to continue my own work on that mysterious tablet if I'm doing this?"
"Jalil, that can wait. This, on the other hand, cannot." -Mr. Kubdel raised his voice, a little annoyed with his son's behavior. The mysterious tablet in question was an ancient stone tablet that depicted some unknown figures, previously unknown to any Egyptologist, found during some excavations in Luxor a few years prior. Jalil had become obsessed with this artifact since it was made known to the public. He began researching it during his last year in college, and now, he had begun researching and examining it, as part of his doctorate.
"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore! You can't just ask me to drop what I'm doing, to do something else. I have responsibilities!"
"I'm not treating you like a kid. I'm treating you like a responsible adult, who was ordered to do something his superior asked him to." -Mr. Kubdel said, not caring if the guys who were still busy moving the statue heard their argument. –"You asked me to let you work here; so, you could continue your research for your doctorate, and I allowed you to do so. But I expect you to fulfill your duties when asked to. Let me remind you that I am your father and you owe me the same kind of respect that I owe you for being my son, but furthermore, I am your boss, and if you work for me, you must show me respect for my position is entitled to. Do I make myself clear?"
If there was one thing Jalil hated about having his own father as his boss, was the fact that he had to respect him for being his father, but also for being his boss. Still, he had promised himself and his mother that he would not argue with his father, and he was determined to keep his word on the matter. Sighing in defeat, he said:
"Yes, sir. I'll get started on it, first thing in the morning." -he said, trying to sound mildly amused by the task in hands.
"Excellent!" -Mr. Kubdel smiled. "Now, I think we should be going, or we'll be late for dinner, and you know how your mother is."
"I do, believe me."
After giving some final instructions to the moving team, reminding them that when they finished, they should place a sheet on top of the statue and that if they needed anything, the security guards would help them, Mr. Kubdel and Jalil bid them adieu until tomorrow and left. As they left the museum and made their way to the Jardin des Tuileries, Mr. Kubdel asked:
"Have you talked to your sister today? I tried calling her, but I'm afraid she didn't answer. She must be having too much fun to even answer her phone."
"Not yet." -Jalil answered. "But yesterday I did talk to her. She had just finished in first in a rollerblade racing competition against one of her classmates, saying that she, and I quote, "practically mopped up the floor with his face"." he laughed, regarding his sister's words.
"She really loves to skate… I just wish she would sometimes behave more lady-like." Mr. Kubdel sighed. He loved his daughter Alix as she was, but like any good father, he also wished she would act a little more like the way he had envisioned her when she was older.
"She will, eventually." Jalil laughed. "Although with Alix, eventually might be a couple of days from now or a couple of decades from now," he smirked to himself.
"That's all we can hope for, truth be told," said Mr. Kubdel, as the pair entered the Jardin, which was now pretty much deserted, except for a couple of tourists hanging around. "It will be good to have her back from vacation in just a few days."
"I'll say. I can't believe that she's been at that holiday camp for nearly two months now." Jalil said. "I miss Alix and her antics." -he thought to himself.
"I, myself, can't believe that the Summer is practically over, and with it, the beginning of the new school year for your sister…" Mr. Kubdel said as he imagined the expenses he and his wife would have with Alix's schoolbooks and other materials when he heard a cell phone ringing. It was his son's.
"Speaking of the devil…" Jalil said as he checked his phone. His sister had sent him a photo over the phone. It was a selfie of hers, with some of her friends in the background, all making funny faces. Beneath the photo, he read "It's karaoke night, bro!" "Guess she's enjoying herself, dad." -he said, making his father smile.
Soon after Mr. Kubdel and Jalil left, the moving crew hurried up to clean up everything, to call it a day. When they finally swept the last bit of Styrofoam and settled the statue in the middle of the room like they had been asked to, they called the security guard to lock the room and escort them out of the building. As the room's door was locked, a deathly silence settled in.
Hours went by and that same silence that had settled in that room had extended itself to the rest of the museum, broken only by the occasional echoing of the footsteps of one of the security guards patrolling the corridors. As the moon rose in the sky, its light slowly began to illuminate the room the statue was in, piercing the glass dome. If one happened to be locked inside that room, they would have seen how the moonlight seemed to almost grant the statues an eerie look, making them look as if they were alive. But, on that particular night, if a person would have stayed in that room, they would have seen something that would haunt them for the rest of their life.
But someone was in the room, someone who was a thief and a liar by the name of Lila Rossi a very tall slender woman with hazel eyes, light vermilion lipstick, and long, hip-length auburn hair with straight bangs and two shorter pieces framing her face. Her hair is loosely tied near the ends with orange bands. She wears black-framed silver glasses. She has a white dress shirt underneath a medium gray vest with red buttons and a very pale-yellow dress jacket, along with a red-and-white striped tie. She also wears red dress pants and white shoes, with black soles, with red laces. On the middle finger of her left hand, she has a golden band ring. She had once been a simple secretary at the Agreste brand that is until she started to steal her coworkers' ideas and started backlisting those selfsame coworkers so that she could not get caught by Mr. Agreste when one of them would try and fail to tell him about her theft of their ideas. Not that she cared about that at the moment in time, what mattered to her though was stealing something of value on the black market to pay her rent to her landlord.
But when she grabbed the butterfly-shaped brooch off the Hawkmoth statue the black marble of which both were made of started to glow as if by magic. At first, it was just a light glow, but as seconds turned into minutes, the glow became stronger, until the whole statue looked like a lightbulb. The light which emanated from it quickly caught the eye of those who were passing by the museum. Inside, the light also alerted the security guards, who saw it coming from beneath the door. They tried to open it, but the lock did not budge. Forcing it, they turned the key once, twice, even thrice, but still, the lock did not open! Eventually, the key snapped and broke. On top of that, the glow coming from the room seemed to get brighter as each second went by. Contacting the security room to see what was going on, they were told that they did not know, that the cameras were all picking up static and nothing more.
Not taking any chances, the four security guards quickly sounded the alarm, before trying to enter the room. For the first time in almost 40 years, the security alarms sounded inside the walls of the Louvre, one of the biggest museums in the world, and probably the safest and most heavily guarded building in Paris, apart from certain governmental buildings. It would be a matter of minutes before every police officer in Paris arrived on the scene. Still, they were not going to wait for them to show up. Whatever was happening in that room, they needed to know. For all they knew, it could be a terrorist attack, and if there was a chance to stop it, they had to do it. Grabbing their stun guns, and holding them in position, they signaled to each other that they were going to try and break the door open by kicking it.
Gaining balance, the three men and one woman kicked the door open and immediately were blinded by the glow. The light emanating from the statue was so bright that one could almost say that it was as bright as the Sun itself.
But what happened next, was something none of them would ever forget. Due to the incredible glow that blinded them, the security guards could not see it, but they heard, the sound of something cracking. Little by little, cracks appeared on the statue's surface; and then… there was a loud explosion, which knocked them out.
Only one of the four security guards was not put unconscious by the blast. Opening her eyes, she tried to ignore the loud buzzing in her head, courtesy of the explosion. She felt her head spinning, as she tried to move her head to the sides and see just what had happened. The room looked like a disaster zone; if there were any paintings or works of art adorning the walls, they had been reduced to rubble or ashes. The floor was covered with all kinds of debris, but mainly plaster, glass, and rocks. The woman immediately assumed that it had been a bomb that went off, but the trouble was the smell… he did not smell any kind of explosives or accelerants in the air. And then, she saw that Lila had been transformed into Hawk Moth. She now wears a dark purple dress shirt with a black butterfly-shaped lapel, the Butterfly Miraculous brooch on the center of the collar, and black dress pants. Over the majority of her face and neck, she wears a silver mask. She also has a dark indigo cane as her primary tool. Whenever she is controlling someone with an Akuma, a bright purple butterfly-shaped outline appears on her face and around her eyes.
"You! You'll do nicely!" Hawk Moth proclaimed, pointing her cane at the lone and defenseless security guard.
"What do you…" -the security guard, just as Hawk Moth placed her left hand towards the other woman's chest area causing a black with translucent purple highlights butterfly known as an Akuma to fly into the security guard's heart, turning her into Medusa. Medusa had a long snake-like tail in place of her legs, venomous snakes for hair, and snakelike eyes that can turn any enemy of her mistress Hawk Moth into stone unless they are wielding a Miraculous. Across her back a bow and a quiver of lethally tipped arrows both of which she is a surprisingly skilled archer.
"Medusa, I am Hawk Moth. I grant you the power to hunt down those who wrongly stand in my way." Hawk Moth said to her first lieutenant who bowed to her out of respect.
"And now, time to make our exit. I do not wish for the authorities to know of what transpired here… at least, not just yet." Hawk Moth said to both herself and Medusa, as the two turned heel or in Medusa's case, slithered over to her mistress's side, facing the interior of the room.
Knocking her cane on the ground twice, the pair of supervillains' whole bodies began to glow with a purple aura, before transforming into a swarm of black butterflies, which quickly exited through the broken dome and flew into the night sky. When another much larger team of security guards arrived at the scene, accompanied by the police, they found their colleagues passed out and the room looking like a war zone. The officer in charge, Lt. Roger Raincomprix looked at what was in front of him, and the only thing he said was:
"What happened here?!"
The swarm of black butterflies kept flying into the night, moving further away from the Louvre. Making its way towards the south of the city, the swarm started to descend while flying over Montparnasse Cemetery. Landing right in front of the apartment of Lila Rossi, the swarm reassembled itself into Hawk Moth and Medusa.
"So," Hawk Moth mused to herself. "there is much to be done to gather a new army of warriors that are loyal unto me. I dare to say, that I see limitless possibilities in my grasp." She smiled wickedly. "Soon, everyone will remember why they feared the shadows, and more importantly, they will remember why they feared the name of Hawk Moth."
She then laughed evilly before turning back into Lila and heading inside to get some rest.