UNNOTICED
RISE
CHAPTER 11: Of Sugars and Magic
- Are you sure you placed it here?
- Yes. Yes. I told you, I put it there for safe keeping.
Inside Naomi and Wendy's bedroom, the two were frantically scouring around, creating a bit of a mess in their "quest" to find a certain item.
Naomi was crouching down, checking the wardrobe's drawers all the while ruining all of the neatly folded blankets and bedsheets.
Well, I'm not finding anything?, complained the redhead.
I told you it's there, I swear., Wendy defended herself, but then she formed an unsure face., Or, at least I think I did.
The chubby woman sighed before facing her.
I'm sorry. I know you're just as anxious about this as I am., she formed a soft smile for her, until it was quickly replaced by a nervous expression., But, Nathanael's settling now, and it's really vital for his development that we give this to him-
Shock she became when her partner suddenly embraced her.
Oh, how I love it whenever you think of other people's well-being, it kind of makes you "less" self-centered.
The other woman chortled and played along.
Excuse me, but are you implying that I'm "usually" self-centered?
*Laugh* Only when rock spirits are rocks.
The two shared a few happy chuckles before quieting down and calming.
Don't worry, it's bound to be here somewhere., Wendy eased the other's thoughts., We just have to keep look-, but then, she became interrupted when she abruptly started sniffing the air., Do you, smell something...?, then, a mortified look besieged her face., Oh My God! My waffles!
The dark haired woman dashed off exiting, leaving her partner behind to stare at the door blankly prior to creeping a grin while shaking her head at Wendy's silliness.
After then she began searching the drawers once more. She shoved some of the bedsheets off and re-checking some of the ones she was already lifting up her hand. She continued with these until finally, when she managed to reached the bottom, there it was.
A mysterious object covered entirely around a gift wrapper, was sitting harmlessly at its place. She then grabbed the handheld gift and stood up. However, before she was about to exit, the woman took one last look at her room and only now took notice of its clutter.
Without any thought, she grabbed her wand from her pocket, with a wave, blue colored lights suddenly manifested as the entire room began in tidying themselves up. When all was done, Naomi became satisfied, smiled, and proceeded to the door.
The night was a nightmare, within a figurative and a literal speaking sense. And despite getting some sleep, Nathanael somehow managed to have woken himself up earlier than compared to his regular schedule, thus marking today about the second time he was able to beat his alarm clock, at least as according to his memories.
He couldn't really remember though if he woke at 4:00am or around 4:30am, but what he can recall however was that when he did, the sky was still dark, stars were still occupying the heavens, and the fact that he, along with the rest of his belongings, were floating in midair.
Perhaps it was due to the case that his mind was juggling with a million different thoughts, or perhaps he was already so tired that his body subconsciously considered slumbering to exhausting. Whatever the reasoning, he woke up, got surprised, and immediately fell on the floor afterwards.
After a moment of rubbing his head, along with wincing from the abrupt noises that followed when his valuables copied after him, the boy observed, checked on the time, and quickly responded through silently huffing and climbing back to bed.
But he couldn't sleep, he couldn't find himself to sleep because his brain was already ringing with so much thoughts. He had even attempted to shut his eyes tightly, but that effort proved in vain.
So, with reluctance, Nathanael decided to get up instead, to occupy the seconds he had left before school starts.
At first, he wanted to sketch something, but because of the mess he made himself, he couldn't really find on where his papers, tablet, and pencils had landed, so he chose the next best thing.
Reading comics.
There were a few of them he managed to have found scattering along his bedroom's floor, as well as a few of his graphic novels and mangas. He took one and was about to open its pages, but then his visions caught a certain drawer slightly un-shut, and instantly he dashed forth towards its direction, worry on his face.
He ran to the said drawer with utmost speed, and calmed when the comic book inside was unscratched.
He grabbed the book in hand, held it dearly, slid his fingers through its cover to feel its touch prior to flopping himself down and commenced on reading it.
That was what he'd done until presently, reading that one particular comic, reading it as if he were searching for an answer, as if he were begging it to give him one. He truly needed some kind of an answer, an answer to satisfy all of his confusion and inner struggles.
A mage, that was what they told him. His true identity, his true self, his true nature as a person and as an individual. It wasn't quite like he had ever envisioned for his life to turn. He'll admit it was truly a twist he could have never anticipated. Who would have thought that mages were actually real? Let alone, magic was real. Concepts he had never pictured to exist, actually had existed, and along with it apparently seemed, was also an entire underground community populated by sprites, ogres, shadow people, naiads, leprechauns, hags, and along with a collection of different fantastical beings within and beyond his own wildest of imaginings.
To be a mage, as cheesy as it may have sounded, it was now an undeniable fact, and his parents…
Had they always known about this? Did they once endure the exact same predicament that he did right now? His mothers also informed him that magic ran in their blood, so, would that have meant that it simultaneously skipped both of their generations when they met? Or had it just never occurred to them to tell him?
His holding on the piece of media became more tighter, his mind flooding with dozens of unwanted thoughts. His breathing patterns intensified, and then suddenly-
The lightbulb above had started flickering.
That caused him to return his mind unto reality, shocked and surprised by the abrupt repeats of light and dark.
He stared at the ceiling as he calmed and composed himself, steadying his breathing before throwing up his right arm. He concentrated his head, but nothing came to be, he then tried harder, yet still, nothing occurred. The lights were still flickering.
A sudden ominous atmosphere crawled right through his skin while a dreadful surge had ran right down his spine.
His body tensed as another thought came. He attempted again to stop the lights, and again, and again, and still, yet still, all resulted fruitlessly.
The boy then began to panic, his left hand subconsciously clutching the left side of his hair, his eyes steady, without a blink. Nathanael had walked a few steps back-
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* Nathan. *Knock* *Knock* Tomate. It's time to get up. Your mom made waffles.
That managed to have drawn his head out of a frenzy, instantly turning his face's attention towards the door.
Yeah! I'll be right there! I just have to fix up a little problem., he raised up his arms, but only the same results came, nothing.
What sorts of problems?, asked the voice from the other side of his door.
He tried one more time prior to giving in.
A light bulb problem.
The door then opened, and his mother, Naomi, entered, carrying her wand with her. With a wave, the lights had finally seized flickering (with her muttering something). She smiled until she eyed his entire bedroom.
I swear I didn't mean to-
The woman patted his shoulder.
I understand Tomate., she said to him comfortingly., I went through the same phase back when I was still your age. Go now, I have a surprise for you.
-We!, shouted another voice.
We., Naomi then repeated herself while rolling her pupils., We, have a surprise for you.
Surprise?, he wondered what that was. He hoped it was a good one, he could no longer handle the bad kind.
Nathanael complied and began to head out, but just before that, he took a glance at the comic he had been previously been reading. He crouched down, took it, and then returned it to its proper drawer. Making certain for a final time that morning, that it was safe.
Juleka had just done on the shower and was now inside her cabin fully clothed. With a comb in hand, she stroked her long hair after thoroughly drying it with a towel, all while looking at herself in front of the mirror.
She wasn't feeling good, not that it meant that she was sick or anything of that like, but more rather that she was…depress. Depress, in that she almost felt like crying.
Freak. Freak!
-freaks like you are no longer welcome here.
The girl took in a large inhale before releasing them all with a single sigh.
She then returned her gaze towards that of her own reflection again, a frown printing itself on her face.
A freak, that was what she was now, a freak. All the mockery, all the jeers, all the sneers, all the name calling, all the accusations and judgements, all of them had actually been true. Years of having their voices constantly ringing in her skull, years of frequently recalling of people treating her poorly just because she was… a bit too strange. Perhaps being invisible and not seen was better after all. At least there she wouldn't be noticed, at least then she could hide herself from the eyes that had always tried to hover over her.
Last night's experience had only confirmed their harsh, yet true, statements. She was a freak, a familiar, a familiar freak.
Go and hide like a mouse.
She hitched in her breath, the sudden voice of her alter-ego hitting her with total startlement. Juleka's back slightly jolting from her seat. Her visions instantly landed on the reflection in front. No longer was there the regular copper color pupils that were supposed to usually meet with hers, replaced now presently with that of glowing violet.
But that wasn't the only thing which made her shook.
With trembling hands, the girl cautiously raised them while simultaneously gulping a lump inside her throat. Hesitant she was, and nervous she felt, her heart escalated in speed. And then, when her fingers had finally reached their destination, her ear, she felt them to be odd, large, and, a bit roundish.
*Gasp*
As she slid her fingers through the flesh of her ear, the girl shivered while as her eyes began dilating.
The ears of a mouse hanging on the sides of a young teen's head, truly, was there anything more freakish than that?
With an already drained expression, Nathanael left his room. He was only about a few steps out when his mother suddenly approached him, carrying with her what seemed to be a present.
She then handed the gift to him.
Here Tomate.
Nathanael appeared perplexed, but never the lest took it. He observed the said gift and felt that, whatever it was inside the red wrapper, appeared to be quite thin, and quite long. Nathanael also wondered on why exactly did his mothers decide to give him a present, it wasn't even his birthday yet? And the start of Hanukah is still several months away.
Open it dear., from the counter, Wendy encouraged, while also simultaneously preparing the plates.
Open it., Naomi gently whispered, encouraging him to now unwrap the present as well.
Still a bit unsure, Nathanael peered his eyes over behind his mom. In there, he spotted the house cat, sitting along his chair in a position that many feline lovers liked to refer to as "the loaf formation", while also watching him with a blank stare.
The boy eventually complied, thinking that there was nothing wrong in simply checking. Once he had done, he saw, that in his hand right now, was a wooden, brown colored wand.
A flash of light launched at his visions, immediately causing him to startle, when he raised his head to meet the light's source, he saw Wendy, with her camera, happily cooing at him.
Clapping then filled the dining area, both his mothers trying (but barely) their hardest to hold back a tear.
You're first wand., said Naomi between sobs., I'm sorry, it's just-it's just-
It just seems like yesterday when you were practically demanding to go to the countryside just so you could fly your Captain Ouragan themed kite., Wendy finished.
Yes. Yes that., the other woman wiped a tear., Oh, remember when he and Alix bought those tickets and rode on that bus?
Oh, very still. I nearly had a heart attack.
The redhead rolled his eyes while making a sigh.
That was her idea.
But the duo couldn't seem to hear him say that however, still quite preoccupied reminiscing on old memories worthy on making him suffer from a cringe attack for an entire year. While as they remained on being the stars of the next big soap-opera, Nathanael decided to take his usual seat beside the house cat. He basically just flopped when he went to his chair, and with another tired sigh, the boy began in analyzing his mothers' gift.
A wand., he slid his fingers through its long stick-like form, spinning it around like a pencil, and, simply just observing it.
A wand. Now he was truly beginning to feel uncomfortable, the thought of being what his mothers told him he was, a mage, still kept his head into a twist.
As he laid down the certain unnatural item and rested his forehead into the thumbs of his two hands, he suddenly heard a voice inquiring him.
So, how did it went?
Nathanael turned to look at the voice's owner and was met with Shadow, sitting up while gazing his green slit eyes at him. Clearly, he was speaking about the Wishing Star that he "borrowed" last night.
It worked…well, at least., he mostly mumbled the second part of that sentence, before giving the animal a serious look., You never told me that there was supposed to be an instruction?
You never asked., replied Shadow plainly., Besides, you said that it worked, didn't you?
With reluctance, the boy answered the other.
I… guess.
Good. Cause that means I get my paycheck. I swear to you Nathan, one more of those disgusting diet cat treats, and I'm going to lose it.
The redhead chortled.
Yeah. Ok.
He then proceeded to grab his cup, blowing on it to cool it down, before finally taking a sip of his coffee. Instantly, he felt a bit relaxed (just a bit), sighing out of relief.
After the evening he had about last night, being chased around by a ferocious ogre and having his own life be threatened within at least two or more occasions, a sip from his favorite beverage had truly felt as if it were a piece of Heaven itself was somehow bestowed upon his very tongue.
What are you two conversing about?, suddenly, his mother came, taking their chair. Naomi inquired with mild curiosity.
Nothing!, Shadow quickly responded, raising his ears up in a flash.
The woman raised her brow, displaying a bit of skepticism due to the feline's strange action. However though, instead of pressing further, she simply decided instead to brush it off and focus on Nathanael.
So, how do you like our gift for you Tomate?, she quipped.
Oh, umm…, he then re-grabbed for the stick-like item., well…it's umm…"unusual".
She chuckled in reaction to the youth's reply.
That's good to hear, at least., the woman smiled as she grabbed to the large plate and a fork., Waffles?
His lips curled upwards., Yeah., as he nodded, pushing his plate close to hers.
Then, Wendy sat. Taking up her own utensils.
By the way, please do remember to try and not break it. Wands, although may seem quite basic, aren't really as easy to fix as that of a broken vase.
The wand, aforementioned, Nathanael spun it once again, re-evaluating it.
So, I'm guessing that this is part of my "special" lessons, huh?, he assumed.
Believe me., Naomi groaned., if there was any other option, I wouldn't have you lay even a single finger onto one. But…wands are…admittedly quite integral for every mage to have. Most especially to kids like you who are still at their settling stage. There, you can practice in directing your magic, channeling it through there, instead of… well you know, everywhere., she spread her arms to emphasize.
Staring at the object he had in hand, Nathanael shifted towards them, inquiry in his eyes.
But, how do I?
Oh, it's very simple., Naomi took out her own wand, and used it to take the syrup that Wendy was about to pour unto her breakfast, much to the startlement of her partner.
Hey!
With blue aura, the bottle gently landed on Naomi's palm, she looked smugly at him.
And with another wave, some of the syrup emerged out of their handheld plastic container, floating in midair, travelling in suspension like some kind of swimming eel before as they poured themselves into his food.
Your magic is you, and you are your magic., explained the redhaired woman., It is an extension of what you can do., she put down her wand and then faced directly at Shadow.
Dear, could you please move your tail around?
The cat looked annoyed, but nevertheless complied. His tail waved and danced with its tip swinging side to side, left and right, over and over repeatedly.
After then, she gave the bottle back to the woman with the bob haircut, and swing her hand, as if she were saying hi.
You know whenever you need to move certain body parts, like your arms and legs, and for some reason, they just somehow do it?
He furrowed his brows, not at all knowing where she was planning on going. But nodded anyway.
Well, that's just like magic for you. It functions kind of like some sort of extra limb. Even without much thought or effort, your hands or feet will still comply to anything you will them to. And…that's simply because it's a part of you. It's not some kind of independent entity that in which you would have to constantly try and negotiate with. It's a part of you, and it's as alive as you are. You get to control it because you are it. The only difference is that you're only now beginning to try and actually put it into use.
Take a baby for example., the other woman popped in, interrupting Naomi from her lecture. From the way she took a quick glance at her, it was clear that she may have done it on purpose, possibly as revenge for taking the syrup from her hand without her consent earlier., When a baby is born, they usually already have their legs, right? But, you don't see a new born infant already capable of walking straight away, don't you?
From that, Nathanael pondered, and shook his head.
Good. However, over time, the baby would begin to walk eventually. But before it could do it properly, it would first have to do a lot of practicing first. With a little guidance, and a little discipline, soon they would be walking like any regular person should.
So, what you are explaining is that, you two practically just gave me a walker.
Yes. Well, more or less.
Nathanael's eyes narrowed, peering at his wand keenly. They say its purpose was for him to concentrate his anomalies directly to the things he desired to manipulate. He wondered on how they would react if he were to just plainly tell them that he could already do just that. How they would say if he explained that he had done such things all night. And how they would faint if he told that he accidentally learned on how when a large rubble almost crushed him. But…despite that hitherto having experienced, he would admit that he was somehow noticing his ability to control slowly waning. And even when he did succeed in focusing, his will was limited, only being capable of exerting his mental force for about a few minutes. He even recalled on how his lack of self-control was almost the reason on how Juleka and Zelena got nearly pancaked.
Perhaps it was best to keep the wand, just in case., he thought to himself. Not that he would ever need it.
He already promised himself after all that he wouldn't get involved in anything the hidden world of strange enchantments had installed (though, he would still make plans to visit Trocadero at night sometime).
His mothers were correct, and though he would still have wished that they would have told him sooner, he at least understood them more completely.
It was dangerous.
Nate. Lights.
He then shook his head suddenly, realizing that he had just been zoning out. Once he entered reality again, Nathanael looked around his surroundings and saw as the lights went flickering. He raised his face, watching as the lightbulb above behaving strangely.
He gazed at it, his blue cerulean pupils almost perfectly managing to reflect the appearance of the hanging object. He didn't know what to think after seeing a sight that was already growing a bit too regular for him.
Nate. Poltergeising.
The boy shot at Shadow once more.
Oh. Right. Sorry., he emotionlessly replied before re-facing the certain lightbulb.
He sealed his eyes and thought, concentrated, but when he came into opening them, the lights hadn't stopped flickering. He repeated it, however, each time he did, the results had only proven fruitless.
He panicked.
But that had only caused for things to stir even worst.
Dear! Calm down!
Tomate!
He snapped back once again, only to discover that a whirlwind of kitchen utensils was dancing around into a chaotic storm.
*Smack*
The waffle that was previously sitting on his plate had abruptly found itself meeting with his face. As he gently took his breakfast (or what was supposed to have been) off, he then felt… shaking?
Nathanael looked down and saw as his chair had now started to vibrate, then started jumping, then it abruptly began acting like a rodeo bull, trying its best to drag him out.
He held his seat tightly, but unfortunately, the seat won.
The redhead was dropped onto the floor, falling with a wooden *crash*, as the chair on the other hand went moving on its own, colliding with various stuffs that were stationed on the living area, ultimately making a rampage.
This process repeated with Shadow, the cat being so startled that it failed to land on its feet. The animal gave the boy a glare while as more crashing went on.
Meanwhile, the two women immediately stood.
Are you both alright?, worriedly asked Naomi.
The pair glanced at each other, making a serious face, simultaneously nodding before as they grabbed for their respective wands.
Instantly all the chaos halted, the two putting a seize on the discord. Yellow and blue emanated from each object that had either floated or moved around like a wild insane horse, froze at their spots.
Then, all went moving back to their proper positions, the women guiding through the tips of their wands.
The plates were placed on the sink, the seats near the counter, the broken ceramics repaired and stood back on where they were supposed to.
Wendy looked up and glanced at the lightbulb. With one shot from her enchanted-mystical stick, the lights had returned into order, though she also seemed to have muttered something before doing so.
Nate., she called out.
The boy artist winced, believing that he was about to get scolded for causing such a scenery to occur. Reluctant, Nathanael stood to meet his mom.
Hold still.
She pointed her wand directly towards his face, with him slightly jerking. He watched as she whispered something, and in an instant, she felt that the mess covering his face disappear.
He touched his cheek, then he grabbed a nearby plate. He looked into his reflection and saw himself being neat.
He could swear there was syrup on that waffle, he thought.
Another thing you need to know about settling., the woman smiled as she took her wand away., Avoid poltergeising at all cause.
He looked at her as he slowly nodded.
Then knocking was heard on the door., Excuse me! Sorry to disturb! But me and my husband thought we heard-
No!, Naomi replied., Its all good. We're all good! We just had some minor difficulty with our cat!, she turned towards the feline and lip synced her mouth for an apology., Thank you for your concern!
Footsteps were made, and the women sighed.
Also. Make sure that when using magic, please, avoid having any witnesses., instructed the stout redhead., Humans tend to react to magic in different ways. Some, "less desirable".
We just don't want to see you get hurt., followed his other mother.
Nathanael bobbed his head and cast his eyes low, feeling guilt.
I'm sorry.
It's alright Tomate., Naomi tried to comfort him., It's pretty much expected for messes to occur when raising young mages.
N-No. Not that., he told., What I meant, to say was… I … was pretty much a jerk to you two for the majority of yesterday. I was just mad, and… you keeping something about my-
Shh. That's enough now. You're right to be mad.
I'm still mad., said Nathanael., But… not that much, anymore that is. I-, he contemplated whether to report to them about what he truly done that evening, but decided against it., I'll… try to see things in your way from now on.
The duo responded through giving him appreciative smiles.
That's all what we needed to hear for now., Naomi remarked, however, her face soon changed into a questioning one., You're still planning go to school, right?
Upon listening to her sentence, Nathanael returned into gazing at the floor.
Today is the first day of Art club. And… I just… don't want to miss it. Plus, I kinda' promised Alix that I was gonna go and buy her some snacks.
They responded by raising a brow at that last part.
Don't ask.
His mothers looked at each other and gave one another a nod. Of course they weren't going to argue against his will. They were very aware on how much that club meant to Nathanael. True, they still would have much rather preferred if he just chose to stay for a few days instead, but that would only bring upon two options:
To either allow him, or lock him up in his room until his magic is all settled, staring bored out the window with almost nothing to do.
What sort of sick parent or guardian would want that?
-Please just be careful dear.
-Don't make us regret our decision.
The teenager beamed. Thankful to them.
I promise., he nodded., I'll make sure that I would keep myself in check at all costs. You won't regret anything.
After that, he wandered his hand to grab his new wand, his smile fading within the process.
As he looked at it, he sighed.
Time now had passed on for about an hour later, and Nathanael was still seen simply staring at his stick-like-gift, even when he was already all dressed and ready for the day, even while walking through the streets of the city, heading to Francoise Dupont Highschool.
He was so preoccupied with himself that he hadn't even noticed that a person was standing in front, ultimately leading him to bump into them.
-Hey!
-Ah!
Nathanael stumbled back a bit, snapping back to reality as he processed what just happened. His eyes shut from surprise, but after a single second he instantly eased.
-Sorry.
When he raised his head again, he was met with a certain classmate of his.
Familiar blond hair, electric green eyes, and a white colored button shirt that was simply there for style (and probably for convenient pocketing (not that he had the right to judge)).
Adrien Agreste, one of, if not, the most popular student who was currently studying at his school. A well known supermodel who could easily make most of his female peer's faint by only the simple act of a wink.
A dream for girls, and an idol to guys.
N-no. I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.
The other boy just offered him a polite nod, a gesture indicating that all was well, before he turned and looked ahead of himself.
A bit curious, Nathanael followed on where exactly he was gazing at, and as he did, he became shocked.
Construction workers, park keepers, police officers, and journalists were all seen surrounding Place des Vosges, making a ruckus so loud that he wondered on how he hadn't heard it until now.
Tapes were surrounding every passage, warning civilians not to enter. Trucks and police cars were all at stand by.
As he peered his blue eyes in order to gain a better look, a recognizable image, a figure of something he had hitherto saw left him at a lost for air.
There, at the other side of the road, the redhead spotted a broken fountain, and along mixed with all the scattered rubles, was a statuette that was still barely intact, the vanishing statue of Chat Noir.
He winced and stiffened at the sight of it. Recalling vividly on the last he saw.
The sculpture hurling straight at him, akin to a balled up sheet of paper (a really "large" and "heavy" sheet of paper).
To see it now, barely broken, barely keeping itself intact, once the perfect image, and the pride of an acclaimed creator, now left with destruction, now left with the rest of the broken pile of a mess.
While the rest of its body could still fairly be distinguished, the statue of the hero had now lost its head, its left arm cracked off somewhere, its feet lost, and its pole had noticeably become shorter.
Nathanael felt himself become guilt-ridden once again.
But he had to brush that off.
Alright, I'm off now!, called Nathanael to his mothers.
Wait! Tomate!, Naomi called back from the counter.
Nathanael rolled his pupils.
Yes, I brought my phone, and my wallet, and my noteb-
How about your wand?, inquired Shadow, who was sleeping on the sofa.
The redhead stiffened.
He subconsciously reached his hand into one of his jacket's pockets and took it out to show the aforementioned item.
Good., his mother replied.
Is bringing this really all that necessary?, he questioned them with an emotionless tone., I mean, I know you said to practice myself with it, but-school isn't really the most private of places.
True., Wendy replied., But, to be honest, we didn't really bought you that "solely" for that specific purpose only.
Nathanael raised one of his eyebrows.
It's also to offer extra measurements that you're safe.
Safe?
She nodded.
See…ever since Hawkmoth first showed up and caused such terror, especially through someone from your class, our…concerns for your well-being kind of increased.
The boy noted that word, "increased".
Paris used to be relatively safer, minus all the minor crimes from both the magical and human realms, but then, a supervillain had to appear, constantly putting me at a place where I fear I might get a heart attack one day. Me and Naomi had even considered of home schooling you, or, by the least, transferring you instead.
Then he hitched a breath.
And then… came your birthday last year.
That made his body grow cold. Knowing full well where she was leading.
At first, we were so worried when you didn't come home. And then, we get a call saying that you were akumatized.
Everyone went quiet.
The woman exhaled to relax herself.
That information nearly brought the both of us in tears. I don't know what I would have done if you're magic was-
Wendy looked directly at the boy before composing herself.
Regardless of everything that has happened, for some reason? Hawkmoth still seems to favor your Highschool the most. With the majority of his victims coming from there. To let you be exposed to that everyday, scares us. And… probability magic just isn't going to be enough. Not anymore. But now, that you have that-
She pointed at his wand.
Perhaps, maybe it would put our minds more at ease. Regardless of what we told you before, about avoiding having witnesses, if ever you're placed under a corner by a villain, and only by a villain, you have our full permission to use that wand. It was Naomi's idea after all.
The boy just stared at her before he heard that last part. He then faced the other.
Wait. I thought you said you would have rather if I didn't?
I did., the stout female responded to him., But that doesn't mean I didn't consider all the benefits.
Nathanael lowered his glances to look at the stick. Then, a random thought had come into his brain.
But what if I were the one to get akumatized?
That, you shouldn't say.
-Nice baton by the way, is there some kind of new opera band I haven't heard about?
Abruptly the flashback ended with Nathanael, once more, having to forcefully been snapped from his own mind. He jolted for a little bit, being quite startled, then turned his head to meet with an inquiring Adrien again.
Huh. Oh uhm…no. Actually…it's-, he paused, considering his choice of words., it's actually more of a measuring stick.
Measuring stick?
Yeah. See, artists use these things in order to take proper measurements in proportion to size and distance.
Nathanael showcased just of what he was talking about, closing one eye while using one of the parked vehicles as an example, utilizing his wand so to examine its length.
When he turned back to Adrien however, he spotted the blond looking confused.
It's a gift from my moms., he decided to simply answer instead.
The youthful model now understood, nodding his head while curling his lips upwards. He returned his attention to the park ahead, but only for a second, prior to facing him once more.
There's only a few more minutes before class starts. Do you want-
No. No. You go on ahead., Nathanael interrupted the other male before the other could even finish.
Perplex, the boy obliged anyway, offering him one final polite smile as he headed along his way, he raised his left hand as a way to say "see ya" while he turned his back and walked.
Once the illustrator was certain he was gone, he immediately sighed, glad that he managed to have stepped out of that awkwardness.
Adrien was cool, at least to his point of view, but, beyond that though, there was nothing else that he could potentially say about him. He was a classmate, and nothing outside of that. Not much of a close comrade, and not much of a foe (despite being friends with a certain demoness). There was just nothing to simply say about him. He didn't know him all that well enough, they rarely, if ever, even interacted. In fact, the only reason he had even attended his guys party once, was because Nino and the others were pressing on him to do so (plus, Marc really wanted to find out what the inside of a mansion looks like).
What he did knew though was that he was a bright individual, often happy, often smiling, and just as always, often beaming, and yet, for some reason, he felt him feeling…gloomy.
He wasn't aware where that had come from, just now he seemed no different than what he appeared like any other day. Smiling, beaming, cheerful, typical. The same he always was whenever he glanced at him from class. However, somehow, he sensed him to have been "emanating" something off.
As he stared at the very stares where the blond had disappeared, he then suddenly noticed-
-that a tear was falling off his eye.
He wiped the single droplet that was flowing through his cheek and stared at his finger with wonder.
Although it came from him, Nathanael somehow knew it wasn't his tear that he just shed (the last time he done that was around at least 11 years ago).
A young child staring ahead of himself. The emotions of his soul covered only by the red mess that was his hair. His teeth gritted, as tears began to pour.
He released that mental image out of his thoughts, violently shaking his head while holding the right side of his crown.
He vowed to himself that he wouldn't cry again. And so hence, was what he just did.
To not cry.
He dried his digit using his shirt, and after taking on a deep and heavy breath while composing himself, he then began to proceed in entering school grounds.
Juleka? What are you doing?
Upon hearing that squeaky-like voice, the aforementioned girl got startled, jolting a bit, as she hesitantly, slowly, moved her head in order to face her.
Once she did, the other quickly reacted with slight confusion.
What are you wearing?!
That was technically the same exact inquiry given by her family the moment she first sat at the dining table for breakfast that morning. She could still even recall her mother gawking her mouth, while as Luka was…well…, he said nothing for the most part at least.
After all, it wasn't really common of her to change a part of her daily fashion. Especially if that said change involved sporting an obvious pair of shades upon her eyes.
She swore that she felt her own face had reddened almost entirely as she attempted to cover them using her bangs.
The girls just stood outside their classroom, with Juleka by the door, and Rose just standing, still perplex.
Well…ah…I…um…, Juleka tried to answer, but they came out too incoherent for the blond to actually hear.
Rose remained staring at her before her lips started twisting into a smile.
Oh I get it., she made a smirking look., So you finally decided to take on my advice, am I right?
The girl knew exactly what she was speaking about (unfortunately).
As with nearly everyone else in her family, she, like the rest of the girls, had always tried in attempting to encouraging Juleka so she could "push beyond her comfort zone". Granted of course, she was usually the most understanding and patient of the group, but like the others, she still had her moments.
Not that it was a bad thing though (mind you), for regularly her words of comfort and positive phrases like "it's going to be alright", or, "you can do this Juleka", had helped in soothing many of her inner anxieties from time-to-time, yet that didn't mean though that they can't get annoying when they weren't called for.
She knew that Rose only wanted what she believed was best for her, and that's all fair and good, except that if she had to voice out her own opinion, she would probably rather just let her stop.
To be constantly pushed, to be constantly told what to do, to be constantly reminded that, yes, there was something wrong with her, was a feeling she didn't particularly liked.
If anything, it irritated her.
Perhaps to most others, maybe, having people repeatedly telling them to come out of their boundaries, was something…pleasant. However, that part almost never worked with her. True, they did manage to place a smile on her sometimes, but no matter how much hope people would try to instill into her mind, at the end of the day, after feeling as if she had finally spoke, her fears would only return on later, sort of like they had only went out to have lunch, and manifest as that tinge of weariness when the teacher speaks of something, like a question, leaving her at that frozen state where she tells herself that she can, she CAN, yet at the same time, awaits for someone else to first raise up their hand. (not that she would be noticed if she did)
Moving back, Rose had now grabbed the violet haired girl's wrist and was now basically attempting to drag her inside.
Come on Juleka., she said while continuing to pull., Let's go show the girls what they think of your new get up.
The taller of the two didn't want to, but was highly aware that she wouldn't seize nudging until she submitted. And so, with a reluctant sigh, the girl made her step.
They both came in, and Juleka saw as all of her classmates were already busy doing their own businesses, either alone or with someone else. She spotted Lila reading a book, Max tutoring Kim about something, and Alya with Nino, together on the same seat watching on Alya's phone while neither Adrien nor Marinette were still occupying them.
Huh? Looks like not everyone is here yet., her pink friend mumbled to herself.
Hey Rose., then, suddenly, Alix appeared, walking inside the class with a stoic expression., Your cousin is looking for you.
The fairytale fanatic blinked for around at least twice.
Really?, asked Rose.
She then skipped towards the door while as Alix went in.
Nice sunglasses by the way., told the tomboy, causing Juleka to flinch as she continued to her desk.
This led for Juleka to lift up her shades for now.
As she proceeded to climb on the steps, certain sounds became visibly heard. The tapping beats of Ivan's fingers, Lila flipping the pages of her book, Alix taking out gum and chewing it into her mouth. This surprised the girl, to which she even had to reach for her ears, just so to check if they were still regular.
She let out a breath of relief when she felt that they were.
As Alya continued to watch the local news with her boyfriend, she suddenly felt a certain presence and twisted her head around.
Oh, hey Juleka., the amateur reporter smiled and greeted, then her face morphed into questioning., Are those contact lenses?
The purple head made a baffled look before realizing.
She immediately opened the mirror attached to her glove and gazed at her own reflection.
Glowing purple eyes.
When she looked at Alya again, all the girl could do was make an awkward smile while as she nervously turned away, quickly rushing into her seat.
She hid her face unto her desk, the feeling of embarrassment rising inside of her.
Look at the bright side, at least she didn't comment on your shades.
Upon hearing that one out, the sailor's daughter instantly had jolted up, releasing a quiet yelp.
Once she had managed to have calmed, the girl blinked for around three times, being quite startled as she stared at the source of her shock.
Only now did she notice that a brunette girl wearing beads was sitting right next to her, staring far out nonchalantly.
Don't act so surprise, I've only just got here too.
Before Juleka could utter a word, the stranger had abruptly decided to introduce herself.
Samantha., she blankly greeted, in what was likely her own name.
Oh, hi…
The girl with beads then arched a brow.
Aren't you supposed to say your name?
The girl in black flinched. Another surge of bashful behavior emerging from her emotions.
Uh, right. My name. J-Juleka.
Juleka., repeated the brunette female., Well, Juleka, word of advice, when you meet the bird man, try to be patient.
Wait? Huh?, she tilted her head.
And, be sure to talk to him. He seems to have had a bad morning again as usual now.
W-who? The bird man?, Juleka asked.
No., Samantha shook as she pointed her index finger directly at the door.
The guy whose about to enter.
She shot a look, and behold, in came Nathanael.
She hastily-quickly glanced back at the girl, but when she did, she watched her already standing up, and making her way back into her chair.
Juleka then returned her glances as she watched Nathanael climbing up the steps of stairs, shoulders dropped, bobbing his head down, holding to the strap of his book bag, and went straight into his seat.
She watched as the boy suddenly took out a thin shaped handheld item, observing it while twirling it. She peered her peripherals, and took into consideration of his rather uncomfortable state.
Oh hey! Everyone! Quick!, Alya fortuitously called out., There finally talking about it.
The girl with glasses took off the earphone wire that she and Nino were sharing out of her device before seemingly setting up the volume. Everyone immediately came running, sprinting themselves out of their respective activities, leaving behind certain belongings, and headed to watch on Alya's screen.
Even Nathanael appeared to have become fairly interested, standing himself up a bit from where he was while trying his best to listen on what exactly all the commotion was about.
Of course, there were a few exceptions, such as the obscure individual, Samantha, who didn't seem to care that much, while the girl she sat next to proceeded with whatever book she was reading (though she saw her take on a few glances from time to time). She herself hadn't had the heart to join in as well. For as much as she would like to see, she simply hadn't much of the energy to flock along with the others.
But luckily for her however, she really didn't need to.
The moment she turned curious was also simultaneously the second when her hearing suddenly increased, again. She wasn't so surprise though since it wasn't actually a brand new experience, but it could be argued to be relatively new at the same time. Back during when she became transformed into a mouse, and then again, as a feline, Juleka had a quite similar discovery in regards to the range of sounds and noises she could actually gather.
This now was quite like that in a way, minus metamorphizing into another random creature of course. She could hear sounds better, and she could listen into small details that she simply couldn't have before. She never knew how chatty the world was, making her wonder in regards to the daily perspectives surrounding the certain animals she had become in the past.
She tried to tune her hearing, focusing only in listening to what everyone else seemed to have gotten their attentions wrapped around.
- here as we can observe, the broken ruins of the statue of Chat Noir lie alongside the rubbles of a destroyed fountain.
-we, officers of the law, are working our best to try and get to the bottom of this predicament. Rest assure we would not stop until justice has been delivered. In the meantime though, we would like to advice for civilians to stay away from the park grounds until then.
-So, you're saying you heard something loud last night?
-Yes. Me and my wife were preparing for tomorrow's sales, when all of a sudden, BOOM!
-I think almost the entire neighborhood woke up.
-We were looking for Ladybug, but she never came.
-So, you are saying that you don't deny of hearing a loud sound last night?
-…Yes.
-Then would that make it possible that you were around that neighborhood when it occurred, correct?
-…Yes. I was…patrolling.
-Why didn't you come to investigate?
-I had…business.
-What sort of business?
-Private. I can't tell.
*Pause*
-You are certain that this act of vandalism was caused by another akuma?
-Positive. What else could have done it.
Juleka stiffened after hearing that. She looked and noticed that Nathanael was doing the same, but the way he reacted though seemed more of disappointment than anxious.
-And yet, you also claim that you "also" haven't seen any akuma running around last night, correct?
-…Correct…
Another pause.
-Ms. Ladybug, forgive me for bringing up this next question, but, are you truly sure that its safe for normal civilians to be walking around when you you're self are speculating that-
-OF COURSE!
*Pause*
-S-sorry. Go on. Please.
-…*clears throat* Do you think that it's possible for this villain to have some sort of vendetta against Chat Noir?
-I…guess. Maybe. It wouldn't really be the first. Though since I've already checked with Theo, I'm going to have to rule out Copy Cat for this one. But, I am also considering the more likely possibility that this villain may be targeting the both of us. Me and Chat. But don't worry, we'll handle it, just like every time.
-*Chuckle* As always Ladybug, your sense of confidence is infectious. I'm sure that many of our viewers are comforted after hearing that. But, one more topic before we leave, is that alright?
-Go.
-Why isn't Chat Noir here with you on this investigation? Is there something wrong?
…
-Ms. Ladybug?
-Oh, umm…yeah. I mean, no. No. Nothings wrong.
-Then where is he?
-I'm sure Chat is busy doing his own thing.
-Sure?
-Yes…Can I…leave now… please?
-Yes. Of course. Thank you for your time Ladybug.
*Pause*
-And there you all have it folks, words from our very own beloved Ladybug herself. As she has told, there would be no need for any widespread panic, so please try to remain easy and have good faith in our protectors for the time being. Moving back, the statuette's sculptor, sir Theo Barbot has just called and says that he would be more than willing to replace the old one at Trocadero. Place des Vosges in the other hand though will be close for any public access incase if any form of akuma activity shows. It will be re-opened within an uncertain date. This has been Nadja Chammack at Place des Vosges , reporting to you back live.
-Thank you Nadja-
Once that was over, Juleka had re-unsealed her views and looked around. She watched as her classmates began to mutter and exchange theories and opinions amongst themselves. She then turned and glanced at the redhead once again, seeing him as he sat, and practically mopped onto his chair.
The purple head pondered on what exactly may be in his head right now, but faced away immediately. Even if she were to walk to him, what things should she say? She turned and took a quick glance ahead of her, and saw as Samantha was glancing back with a void face. Juleka froze, she knew what she wanted, even if she tried pretending to act mundane. She didn't know though if she was really compelling her to stand, or if she herself was just imagining things.
Turning one last look at Nathanael's direction, the girl had sighed hesitantly.
Meanwhile, that said boy was simply sitting, staring into empty space when abruptly, he felt something. It was similar to what he was regularly feeling, a bit, making it at least slightly familiar to his senses. He jerked himself up, turned, and saw Juleka standing just there.
Can I…sit?
Without a word, the boy scooted over, silently gesturing for her to continue.
She then proceeded and sat.
Neither of them turned their eyes at each other. Memories of last night resurging simultaneously within their brains.
The news, right?, Juleka started, not wanting for these to become another awkward situation.
From Trocadero…, Nathanael muttered in his breath.
That would probably mean that Trocadero is under investigations as well.
The artist tried hard to decipher her low volume.
He nodded.
Didn't Elder say he would handle the cleaning?, the girl inquired.
Yes. He did., replied her classmate., But I doubt a bunch of woodling sprites could handle a broken stoned statue.
She nodded.
It was my fault., Nathanael said in guilt, earning for Juleka to face him.
Hmm?
I didn't mean to cause so much trouble for everyone. I-I was just protecting myself. The statue was hurling right at me. Wha-what else could I have done? I can't control what I'm doing. At least, not right now. And even then I don't even know if I would ever be able to control…this.
The purple head understood what he meant.
I didn't know that it would be sent into another location., he clutched his red hair., I didn't think much of it at the time. I-I didn't mean to disturb or to cause any damages. I didn't mean to be a bother. I didn't mean to hurt anyone…I didn't mean to hurt her.
He gazed his blue pupils ahead of himself, and Juleka followed his direction.
She spotted videos of the red and spotted superheroine, dodging the attacks from some of Hawkmoth's past creations on Alya's gadget, while as all of the others were still talking with one another.
She seemed fine?, the copper eyed girl questioned.
Fine?!, Nathanael whisper-shouted., She was literally being grilled! She wasn't being interviewed, she was being interrogated! They were putting her at a place that made her seem as if it was entirely her fault! When it wasn't!
…It was mine.
Juleka empathize for him, but couldn't really find the right words to say. It made her feel even more worthless.
I'm sorry., the girl apologized., I'm not really all that good when it comes to comforting someone. That's Rose's department, and Luka's, anyone's but mine.
He didn't reply of anything after she said that, in lieu he simply just looked back straight faraway. Silent, and without a word.
In all honesty, the boy didn't really intended to act so harshly, it was simply the fact that he was feeling a little drained out due to all that was happening. But still, he was aware that it wasn't enough to justify his actions as an excuse.
When the young illustrator had stepped his foot into the building, a strange sensation suddenly occurred, hastily making him feel overwhelmed.
It was difficult to exactly elucidate, given that whatever it was he was sensing around him was somewhat alien to him until now. However, if he were indeed be in need to force himself to describe, he would recount it as "a sea of confusion", a kaleidoscope of many and diverse colors all mixed together unorganized. Like stirring various paints to see if one could succeed in discovering a whole new different color, only to end up with a disastrous mess.
Except though he couldn't really see any colors, but he simply had no other way in finding a proper description.
The moment he laid a foot into the school, discord and chaos had quickly placed his head into a minor headache.
They were everywhere, they were coming over everywhere, he had no clue on what was occurring before him, yet it was clear to him that it wasn't doing anything pretty.
He felt himself laughing, remorseful, anxious, angry, stressed, exhilarated, disappointed, giddy, simultaneously, all at the same time.
It was because of that that Nathanael had to hurry himself into his classroom, but the moment he went and arrived, the boy had immediately become exhausted.
Even at the present, as he was currently sitting, he still could sense those "colors" to be hovering around, lingering onto many corners.
And yet, strangely though, when Juleka showed, the sensations he was getting was…well…, they were still very much still there, except now they have become at least quite tolerable to bare.
It was as if the moment she came, a presence that he couldn't really pinpoint, but could still quite recognize, had been popped right into the open. Granted though, he could still much sense the raging ocean of different emotions, but the "color" that arrived with her had made itself the center piece of it all. Particularly due to its familiarity.
The feeling that he was sensing was basically so recognizable that it was hard not to focus on it. Whatever Juleka had brought with her was, in a way, "familiar", at least to him.
A familiar presence.
But also, in a way, different. Like the differences of watching anime and reading a manga. A bit same, yet still different.
He then tried to make his mind to think of something else, so he glanced at his wooden table and saw the wand he was given. He took it within his hand and began spinning it once more.
The artist turned his eye towards his school fellow and saw her gazing below.
Again, that same feeling had suddenly emerged, a truly ugly color which left a bad taste into his mouth.
He stiffened a bit as something sprang into his brain.
Perhaps there was nothing wrong in just making small talk, right?, his internal voice suggested.
Nathanael looked once again and noticed the pair of sunglasses that were sitting on top of her head.
Nice shades.
Her body appeared to have tensed upon hearing him say that, her hair utilized as in order to conceal her expression.
Then, Nathanael felt himself becoming embarrassed, his cheeks reddening and blushing. He felt, almost like instinct to turn away like her, only for him to gather up his rationality back and quickly formed for himself a question.
Why do I suddenly feel so…sheepish?
He shook his head vigorously before facing her again.
She wasn't looking at him. He thought that it might have been something to do with what he said. But which part, he had no clue. All he technically did was complement her glasses? Was that really all that bad? Did she just not feel comfortable?
Or did she just not feel all that comfortable with him?
Nathanael then slouched down slightly, retreating his views as well.
That was then when his focus shifted back into his mothers' gift, remaining held within his hand.
The boy looked in front, he noticed Adrien chatting about something with Nino, the subject possibly something funny as the two friends laughed.
And yet, while as he found himself staring at the blond, a sensation of sorrow he suddenly felt.
Nice baton by the way.
He then recalled of their awkward meeting earlier (or at least awkward on his part), and that was when he realized it.
He glanced at his wand, then glanced at the bashful girl beside him.
He then felt guilty, knowing now on why she was unease.
Maybe changing the topic would be a better pace., his conscience spoke again.
Sorry, I didn't mean to-So, how's…settling going with you? Have you gotten anymore information about your…changes?
Juleka gazed at him, her eyes showing that she was surprise before she changed them into thinking mode.
No. not yet., the girl replied., I'm still too scared to ask my mom if she knows of anything.
And that he could perfectly relate to, he himself had planned to avoid his mothers to the point of even running away. If they had never caught him that evening, they might just as well remain oblivious even till now, leaving him with zero answers regarding on all the anomalies that were seemingly following him, and along with his…
It's…a wand. Both my moms gave it to me this morning. They said that its "vital" for me to have it in my possession., Nathanael explained.
When he focused back at her again, he quickly noticed that her interest seemed to have been piqued., Really?, the girl murmured in fascination before snatching it from his hand and began in examining it for herself. She drew her fingers on its smooth-like texture, and Nathanael had to stare at her in both bafflement and confusion.
So, is this really what a witch's wand looks like?, she gazed at it with a face full of excitement before looking at him., Have you already cast any spells with it? Have you already done some cool stuff?
Nathanael wasn't quite entirely certain if the phrase "cool" was an appropriate term to describe it, but he dared not say anything of such kind right now, instead he remained slightly aghast upon seeing her having her mood shift at such a haste manner, she was truly quite awestruck at the sight of seeing something that was supposedly associated with witchcraft and the occult, marveling the item with glued eyes.
Abruptly, after that, Nathanael then felt his own emotions rising, feeling a sense of excitement too, a tingling sense of electricity and adrenaline, his very heartbeats became faster and a sensation of positive energy had just replaced all of the negative in a swift. In fact, he couldn't even remember on what had made him so miserable in the first place. However, what could have made him so…excited?
His mind came into puzzlement as he wondered on what exactly was happening to him, and quickly deduced it as having to do with his magic settling.
They said that I should use it for practice., the boy spoke.
That was when Juleka was released from her trance, and gave him an arching eyebrow.
Eh, something to do with babies, arm limbs, and tails, but basically its so that I could use it as some kind of focal point, to channel my anomalies with, but I haven't really figured out on how to do that yet.
The girl looked one last time before returning it to him.
Oh, and they also said that I should be careful with my own emotions., the illustrator told., I think that the same should apply to you as well.
My emotions?, she parroted., What does that supposed to do with anything?
Because magic is supposed to be sensitive to it., Nathanael elucidated and the girl slightly flinched. He regretted ever saying it so bluntly, however, he knew he had to tell it to her, being after all as the only one of the two whom actually had sources to gather information from, he felt himself to have become obligated to do so. *Sigh* Whatever we're feeling, magic reflects. At least that's what they told. But even then, I'm putting things way too plain.
He stopped for a couple of moments prior into proceeding.
It also has to do with focus, thought, all others of that mumbo-jumbo stuff, put it simply, it all has to do with what's in-
Nathanael pointed a finger to his head.
-here.
Juleka nodded her head.
Be careful with emotions and thoughts, that's probably going to be more challenging than what that sentence made it out to sound like, but still, she appreciated the knowledge shared.
Noted., Juleka said as a response.
And there's another thing.
From there, Juleka had to tilt her head.
Hmm?
That, you shouldn't say., sternly told Naomi.
Nathanael knew that it was rare for her to suddenly act so strict, and from that, a chill ran down his spine with worry.
Naomi then sighed to relax and apologized after she saw his reaction.
Sorry.
However, still, the young boy continued to stand there, frozen.
W-what happens if I…do…?
The pair looked away while as the cat licked himself.
Do you still remember, back when you were six., the woman with black hair made for a sentence., And you somehow got yourself devouring an entire box full of brownies?
The teenager had to release an exhale, recalling that memory quite vividly, and placing it as one of his most embarrassing, of moments.
Yes., the boy groaned.
And do you recall on what had happened after then?
Nathanael thought for a second.
He rolled his eyes while saying only two words, Sugar rush.
Naomi nodded with furrowed brows.
Keep them steady. Keep them part., she sang, her voice low, enough only for those in the room to listen to:
Hold on to your brave young heart.
When they come, try not to fear.
Hold on to all that you love so dear.
His mother paused for a brief second prior to continuing:
Gods so grand and yet so meek.
Could take your head and make them sick.
Beware the charms that only they could hold.
And keep in mind what you've been told.
When she was done, she gave him a warm and pleasant smile.
Bet you've never heard that song before, huh?
But he did hear that song before, although distantly and not quite well. His-She, used to have sung it to him nearly every night before he went to sleep. One could even imply that it was his childhood lullaby.
He averted his eyes away, not meeting with theirs.
Fortunately, the two didn't seemed to have noticed.
It describes about the jewels of legend, the Miraculouses.
Now that had caught his full attention.
The Miraculouses, the supposed power source which allows Ladybug and Chat Noir, and yes, even Hawkmoth, their unique abilities, and as a result, to do what they do. He'd heard about them from time-and-time again, from endless searches through the Ladyblog, to official interviews, to listening on the words that came out directly from every akumatized victim's mouths, the Miraculouses, were no strangers to his ears. In fact, almost all of Paris has heard and became aware of those things, to the point where a common joke began in circulating amongst the general populace, that one is not a true Parisian if they hadn't even heard a single word in regards to such special jewels.
I…still don't get-
Naomi raised her wand and a book immediately went flying from their bedroom, all the way towards the counter. She opened the said book and started flipping onto the various pages until she had reached a certain one.
Recognize this?, she pushed the book near him so that he could get a better vision. He walked close vice versa and saw what was printed within it.
They were various random accessories, such as an odd pair of hair clips and a panjas bracelet, all trying to encircle a ring and two pieces of earrings.
He could very well recognize those earrings, red and spotted, his time researching photo shots and random videos of his favorite heroine in order so that he could sketch her better had allowed him to memorize every single detail of it.
And although, he would admit, that the picture that was presented upon was a bit off, it was still fairly accurate enough for him to be certain that it was what he thought it was.
Plus, the title above was pretty much a dead giveaway.
The Miraculouses.
He looked down and read a short paragraph.
The Miraculouses, a key to humanity's protection, and a doom for any magical lifeform who uses it. Arguably said to be the most powerful weapons ever forged.
He glanced to the next page and saw illustrations for a number of figures, some of which appearing quite similar to the heroes he had already knew, like Viperion and Ladybug, and some he didn't. Regardless, everyone of them were shown battling against an army of monsters.
On the bottom of that same page, a green grotesque creature with long limbs was illustrated wearing what seemed to be Queen Bee's former hair comb (despite the creature itself not having any hair), and beside it, a note that read:
MUST NOT BE USED, written in all capitals.
No longer taking the feeling that he should be knowing something, but didn't, Nathanael raised his eyes to look at the stout woman.
What does all this-
The Miraculouses., he was slightly startled when his other mother started to speak once more.
Powerful enchanted artifacts, said to offer its bearers with the powers and capabilities of a deity. An absolute Holy Grail for collectors, power seekers, and charm makers alike. Well, not that we're interested on that stuff, of course., she smiled slightly to lighten the mood, chuckling a bit.
Still confused, Nathanael remained with a baffled face.
The Miraculouses., then begun Naomi in deep thought., I…I would admit, that I used to have brushed them off as fairytales-
I always told you they were real didn't I?, Shadow interrupted, now standing in all forms., But none of you would ever believe me.
Naomi shook her head and ignored him., As I was saying, I used to have thought that they were nothing more than just fables. Stories handed down from generation to generation, or, just something so immortals could have more things to brag about., she seemed to have scoffed that final parts of her sentence., I mean, the powers of a god under the hands of humanity? Why on the 7 planes would a god behave so submissively? It's like the Croque-mitten and La Petite Souris. You know, before they became real. But still, I couldn't wrap my head around the concept of a submissive deity.
Nathanael couldn't understand most of what his mother said, yet, allowed her to continue still.
They were supposed to be myths, they were supposed to be just myths. And now I'm stuck just wishing that they were.
Well, if you do think about it, if they were simply just myths, then there's a good chance that we would probably be ruled by a number of power-hungry overlords., Wendy came and held her partner's shoulders., But I understand what you mean.
What does she mean?, Nathanael was now beginning to grow irritated by all the cryptic sentences.
Wendy sighed.
The Miraculouses, if the legends are true., she explained., Are made specifically for humanity, and thus, should only be used by humanity. If one who has already possesses magic were to find themselves wielding one, well…imagine magic as sugar, what would happen if you were to consume too much?
Now grasping the idea, the boy's eyes instantly widened.
Sugar rush.
Naomi nodded her head., And if, the same accounts are to be taken seriously as well, then all those who were foolish enough to use a Miraculous would find themselves growing insane, more powerful, yet more insane. But such power also holds another consequence aside from that.
She shot a glare at him.
What happens after a sugar rush?
Nathanael found himself gulping a lump in his throat.
Sugar crash.
Neither Naomi or Wendy thought to say a word. Turning the apartment completely silent.
But-but being akumatized, isn't, the same as using a Miraculous, isn't it?
It doesn't matter if there is a difference or not., elaborated the woman with short hair., The akumas take their very spawning from Hawkmoth, who is, a Miraculous wielder. In a sense, this kinda' makes all those whom were akumatized, or even amokatized, as some form of secondary Miraculous wielder.
A good portion of the accounts have also stated, Naomi detailed., of individuals getting mixed up with former holders of the brooch, with each, nearly always meeting with the same results, though, apparently, a bit more slowly.
The teenager then felt his breathing falter.
Then-why…When I-
Because your magic was still dormant back then., the other redhead elucidated., If it wasn't…well…
Nathanael sensed that his knees were becoming weaker, and he felt as if he was in need of chair, to which his mothers had instantly provided when one drove itself before he dropped.
When Nathanael was done with telling his story, Juleka immediately felt a surge of dread.
He suddenly felt dread as well. He looked at her, noticing once again her uncomfortable state.
Are you…alright?
Ye-yeah. Of course.
Of course not. Of course she wasn't fine. She basically had just learned that even before the day she had met Granny Spooks, her so called "weirdness" had already been THAT close to putting her fragile life at risk. All she could think of now were the sadistic-maniacal laughs of Eris.
Bye darling.
*BOOM!*
A loud explosion was then heard out of nowhere, surprising every adolescent who were within the four walls of their classroom. All came to run and check outside, where they witnessed from the roofs, Ladybug, fighting off against yet another supervillain.
Hand Over Your Mira-
Before the villain could even finish his threat, the spotted superhero had already tied him up with her yoyo, and with some form of enhanced strength from her part, threw him off and landed him right into the courtyard.
EVERYBODY HIDE!, Adrien shouted from top of his lungs, and all scrammed into various paths. Juleka dashed back into the class and hid herself under her adviser's desk. She shut her eyes, but then opened them again, hearing some form of a humming sound. She noticed that it seemed to have been coming from the ceiling, so she got up and took a peek. She watched as the lights above were flickering. She turned her visions in front of her and spotted Nathanael, hiding behind the first-row desk on the left side.
Scary Wolf. Scary Wolf.
She heard another sound, a familiar song as she re-hid herself, she was met with Mylene who was with her, shivering in fear.
She chanted her "feel-good song", her peripherals closed, her two hands balled into fists probably due to tension. She might have noticed that someone else was also hiding there with her, so she cautiously opened her eyes. And when she did, she let out a shriek.
Not knowing of why she did that, the purple dyed-dark haired girl had to raise one of her brows as she tilted her head. She then found that some form of light, a weak one, was contrasting the shadows made by the table. Violet lights.
Her orbs widened, and quickly she went to checked on her mirror.
She drooped her eyes and sighed.
Contact lenses., Juleka explained, and that appeared to have calmed her friend down a bit.
This. Was definitely going to be a loooooong day.
Words from the Author: Ok, so I've watched Penalteam about I guess a week ago, and let me just say, that moment when Nathanael suddenly used his Miraculous in order to create that magic wand had me wanting to pause for a minute so that I could laugh. I mean, what are the coincidence! I swear to you guys, the idea of Nathanael receiving a wand on this chapter was already something that I had in mind since even before watching the aforementioned episode.
Like, his a mage! Technically a wizard. Its pretty much almost a universal given for such characters to have such an item, right?
Please don't get me wrong though, I'm not saying that I'm mad about this (they do have more rights than me), but still, I just simply find the coincidence as something genuinely funny on my part.
Seriously, have other fanfiction authors ever experienced something quite similar? Where they would create an idea out of nowhere, only for a nearly identical concept to also happen in the actual cannon?! The feeling that came off from me was so strange yet so satisfying at the same time.
If its any consolation though, I did take on the liberty on referencing both the Goat and Tiger Miraculous as a tribute to Nathanael and Juleka's real-cannon counterparts. (it's somewhere there above in the story in case if you didn't catch it)
Also, just to give credit where credit is due, I took some lessons from Frozen 2, where the characters wondered on why lullabies have to nearly always end in a warning, and you know what? The more I've thought about it, the more I found that statement to be absolutely correct! (I'm looking at you Rockabye Baby)
Anyway, that's kind of it for now, hope you all enjoyed this one. This has been Artpractitioner, signing out. Peace.