Chapter 1: Prologue

Authors Note:

Hi everyone. First of all I would like to thank all of you for choosing to read my story. This here is my first ever fanfic so please forgive me in advance for any mistakes that you might find as you continue. As you can see I aspire to become a professional fiction writer one day and hoped that by writing fanfictions I could practice in becoming better in my craft. The list below are a few things that I thought you should know before you start reading.

I do not own Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chatnoir as it is a property of Zagtoon.

Though it is a Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction, the story itself takes on some inspiration from other shows and series of the low fantasy genre. Such as The American Dragon Jake Long, Trollhunters, Wizards, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, Percy Jackson, The Kane Chronicles, Harry Potter, Charmed, Supernatural, Gargoyles, etc.

For this story, Juleka has her own room (or in her case, cabin). Also unlike in the cannon series, she is not a member of Kitty Section. The reason for the changes will be revealed as you continue.

This was written and set after the season 3 finally. So any events that would happen when season 4 arrives have not happened in this one.

I have also decided to exclude the events that happened in the New York special as I have thought that it might create conflict with the story's progress.

The story centers on Nathanael and Juleka. Though other characters such as Marinette, Adrien, Lila, Luka, and Chloe will appear as well.

This is the first of the Unnoticed series. So, if all goes well, then I would be writing sequels and spinoffs for this story.

Any form of criticism is appreciated so long as it is written responsibly and respectfully.

So now that you have finished reading my notes. Without further a due, let's start with the story.

UNNOTICE

RISE

Chapter 1: Prologue

With a city as attractive and as popularly well known as Paris, one would usually expect for the airports there to be commonly bustling with people. And the truth of that matter was that it was correct. While the rest of the city was sound asleep, the station was at its busiest. People of all walks of life gathered together crowding the hallways with their constant chatting, foot steps, and phone calls. That along with the sounds of the airplanes had disturbed the quietness that the city so normally provided.

It was here that a woman whose primary job was to check the validity of the people's pictures and identifications was currently writing something within her computer. When she later heard of someone approaching her she decided to stop whatever she was typing and see the person she could help with.

She started with the usual comforting professional smile, but it was later replaced with that of utter bewilderment.

Standing in front of her desk was (in her view) the most attractive human being that she had ever laid eyes upon.

There stood a man with night dark hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. His body was muscularly built and his face was clear and clean, almost without flaws.

On the top of his head he wore a fedora. He was also wearing a large and stylish black trench coat.

He took out his I.D from his pocket and handed it to the lady in front of him while also giving a rather flirtatious smile.

It was here that the woman swore she would have fainted.

However as the professional she was, she decided to take all those shallow emotions away and simply complete the task she has been assigned with.

Professionally.

She grabbed his I.D and looked at it.

Pretty valid., she thought.

She then returned the said I.D to its owner who thanked her in a handsome masculine voice.

Keep it together., she told to herself.

Welcome to France., the woman bowed., Is this your first time in Paris?

The man simply looked at her. Confused at first but later gave off another of his charming smiles.

Not exactly.

After he was done with all the securities, the man had finally made his way out of the airport and proceeded to wait outside. It was still rather dark and the only lights that could be seen were either from the stars or from the city itself.

He admitted that the city was now a bit different than what he remembered it to be as it now had adapted a number of new fancy gadgets and gizmos here and there.

Humans truly are peculiar.

Sigh., at least they still kept the old traditional buildings and landmarks in which it was known for.

However what truly caught his attention were the two red and black figures that he constantly saw ever since making his way through his trip. They were everywhere. The magazines, the news, the papers. And now he saw their image being printed on posters and billboards.

Whoever they are. The Parisians seem to regard them quite highly.

As he waited, the air grew colder and chillier. He was about to grab his phone when suddenly a black limousine had parked itself in front of him.

His ride had arrived.

Delighted. The man went inside the vehicle and looked at his driver. Surprise and joy were written on his eyes.

Virgil? , the man asked. Is that you?

Hello sir., the driver, Virgil, replied greetingly. Delighted to see his boss and old friend as well.

How long has it been?, the man asked again. A century?

Actually sir it has only been about 20 years.

Ah., the man said nodding, realizing his mistake. My apologies old friend. But in my defense, if you had managed to have lived for as long as I had. You would also find counting the measurements of time to be quite… pointless.

Virgil simply nodded in response. Not really taking of what his superior stated into heart.

After a while as they drove through the city, the man had already gone bored. With nothing to do he decided to rest his head at the window as he stared at all the buildings that they had came across.

My how the city has changed.

Suddenly realization hit him as he remembered a question that he had been planning to ask. It regarded something. A very important something.

Virgil., the man called. His tone now sounding menacing than joyful.

Virgil jolted when he heard that. Sweat started to pour from his fore head.

Tell me. How are our " friends" doing?, the man asked. A small grin forming on his lips as he waited for the driver's answer.

The driver gulped. He anticipated that his superior was going to ask this question eventually. He just assumed that it would be with one of his more higher ranking officials.

So with a deep breath and with no other choice, the driver Virgil had eventually decided to answer.

Well… you see sir. The best way to actually describe that is that it's… complicated.

Complicated?, the man raised a brow.

Virgil nodded and continued.

You see sir. They haven't been seen or heard by anyone for the last 11 years now. No one is actually sure on where they are or what happened to them. No one is actually entirely sure if their even still alive.

So, the man said as he begun to process on what his driver had just told him. What you are saying is that … they've been… inactive?

Y-yes sir. In a way.

The man then smiled. But it wasn't the same charming one as before. This one now was way more sinister.

He then started to chuckle which caused the atmosphere within the car to grow unpleasant. Virgil started to worry for his boss's sanity.

Sir?

Interesting.

Interesting? Was he out of his mind? Virgil thought.

Sir. Aren't you worried at the probability that they might still be around somehow? They may still interfere with our plans just like the last time.

Trust me Virgil., the man assured, returning to his more joyful tone. Things wouldn't end up "just like the last time".

The sun had shone all throughout the city of Paris. Summer was now over and thus came the start of an all new school year. Children and teens alike were now seen. Some were ecstatic, some were nervous, some were depressed, and some were just that.

Within the Seine river, a small house boat can be seen. Colored and decorated in a free artistic manner. Somewhere inside was a gothic designed cabin with books and eerie looking dolls occupying the shelves of its violet walls. In there, a girl with copper eyes was looking at her self through the mirror. Trying to decide if she should wear her new hairclip to school today. However one look at her own reflection and she immediately took it off. Deciding that it was a bad idea.

It didn't look that bad. She thought. In fact she actually quite liked it. Purple with a skull decorated on it. There was just one problem though. And that problem was… her.

She sighed.

Suddenly she was startled as she heard a sudden knock.

She quickly turned her head towards the door and saw her brother leaning his back against it with a mischievous grin written on his face. Revealing that it was indeed his intention to startle her.

Sorry about that., the blue haired boy said. Mom told me to come and get you.

Juleka nodded and rose from her chair. Walking towards her bed where her back pack was.

It was here that Luka's smirk disappeared as he now looked at his sibling sympathetically.

When will you ever get out of your cocoon?, he asked as he walked. Isn't it time for you to finally spread your wings?

Juleka sighed. You don't get it Luka. I'm not like you. Being noticed may be easy for you and so many other people. But not for me.

Yeah. But you can still change that.

I lost my faith in change a long time ago.

The boy looked sadly at his sister. She was truly convinced that she was destined to live a life unnoticed. He couldn't blame her though. Juleka never really had the best experiences growing up. Which was why he had made it his sacred duty as an older brother to help her in any way he can. And hopefully help her in finally leave the past behind.

She was his precious sister after all.

An idea then came into mind as his smirk returned.

You know, there was a time where I was pretty much like you.

What are you talking about?, the girl asked confused.

Back then I was pretty much like you. The shy kid at the block who never spoke a word. I used to have imagined that it would always be that way. Till change came to me.

You?, it was supposed to be a simple question but it came out more like a surprised shout. To Juleka, the very idea of her brother being the shy type was somehow unbelievable. Unimaginable even.

Your just pulling my leg., the girl stated but Luka merely shook his head.

Would I lie to you?

Juleka was caught on that. Of course he wouldn't. She recalled a time back when they were kids, when she asked him if he had eaten the cookies she was saving. At first he was hesitant to answer but at the end he did confessed that it was indeed him. Granted she still got mad at him but it did showed her on how honest Luka can be.

The girl widened her eyes. Curiosity now taking over her.

Then what happened?

The boy smirked triumphantly as he answered.

Well I wouldn't actually expect you to remember since you were still really little back then. But basically, I got out of it. My cocoon. It was during my first concert. Well technically it was at one of Rex's birthday parties but I still consider it as my first. That was the day I first let my music be heard. That was the day that I became-

He placed his right hand to the left part of his chest where his heart was.

me.

Juleka smiled in content at his brother's story.

Luka placed both his hands on his sister's shoulders. Surprising the young goth.

Juleka. I know it's hard for you to see. But trust me, its not impossible. You are everything you've ever wanted to be and more. Beautiful. Talented. Brave.

The girl then looked to her brother's eyes.

All you need is a little confidence for you to see it for yourself. All you need is for you to finally get out of your cocoon, spread your wings, and soar.

And once that happens. All eyes… will be on you.

Juleka's face beamed up after hearing that. But that feeling of comfort was quickly changed by a frown as she looked down to the floor. Somehow doubting her brother's words.

Luka's mood changed as well when he saw this. Juleka thought that he was going to scold her for being such a downer. But she was only taken by surprise when Luka turned around, walking towards her drawers.

Luka what are you-

Her question was cut off when Luka took out a pink summer hat shaped hairclip as he placed it on the top of her head.

Nope.

Luka what-

He then made her wear a pair of black shades.

Nope.

Luka-

Luka now grabbed a yellow colored hair band with bee antennas designed on it.

Too tacky.

Lu-

This looks nice. Hey wait, I remember this one.

Within Luka's hand was a silver heart shaped necklace. It looked pretty simple. Not the type that can be seen oftenly endorsed by celebrities and fashion models. But it was through it's simplicity that gave it its natural beauty.

When Juleka saw the necklace her expression became that of shock and disappointment. Her eyes returning back to gaze at the floor below.

It was here that Luka's eyes widened out of dread as he had now fully recalled of what the necklace was. He immediately returned the jewel back inside its drawer.

I'm sorry,. Luka quickly apologised. I'm just worried about you that's all. It's the start of a new school year and that causes for a lot of emotions to show up. And there's no doubt that Hawkmoth wouldn't use that part for his own advantage. Your negativity might just be what he needs for you to turn into one of his pawns again.

And quite frankly., He spoke the last parts in order to lighten the mood.

I'd rather pick another childish argument with my sister than face the horrors of Reflecta.

He shivered after mentioning Reflecta. Remembering of how he had to spend an entire day walking on those abominations.

Juleka saw that and giggled. But her head had gone recalling of what it was like during her times as Reflecta.

Reflecta. She hated that name and she despised that look. Pink wasn't really her usual cup of tea. To this day she oftenly wondered on why Hawkmoth would somehow decide on turning her into something that so contradicted to her personality. Other's didn't seem to have that problem. Rose turned into Princess Fragrance which complemented her love for fairytales. Ivan turned into Stoneheart which complemented his usual persona. And Mr. Damocles had turned into the Dark Owl which pretty much say's a lot of who the school principal was.

Reflecta was nothing like her. In fact she was the exact opposite of her.

However if she really did think about it. Then maybe, perhaps, if there was anything that Reflecta had truly reflected. It was probably her own inner yearning for being seen.

Whenever she becomes Reflecta. She indeed does become a different person. Although she can't remember much about her experiences as her akumatized self. She still can definitely feel the thrill and sensations after being her. No longer was she the girl who was so oftenly forgotten and ignored. But the girl who was seen and heard. The girl who wasn't afraid to speak.

Whenever she becomes Reflecta. She indeed had a voice.

Reflecta wasn't the perfect reflection. But she did manage to reveal to her of what it is like to be noticed for a change. It made her sick inside knowing she had to become a vain supervillain just to feel that.

Just then both siblings heard their mother calling out to them.

Juleka! Luka! You better get your feet going! You may be allowed to do whatever you want here on Liberty! But just remember! School is NOT Liberty!

I'll just go and wait for you outside., Luka told his sister as he exited her cabin. Once she was certain that he was gone, Juleka immediately dashed towards the drawers and picked up the necklace from before.

She then held it dearly in her hand.

Wish you were here Papa.

All of Paris was now doomed. Now left at the supreme authority and subjugation of the diabolical Miracle Queen. After her betrayal, she had now pledge her allegiance to that of both Hawkmoth and Mayura.

Since then she had now gained so much more power and now had control over all the Miraculouses along with their holders. Including that of both Ladybug and Chatnoir.

As all hope now seemed lost for the Parisians, two figures suddenly appeared to take that hope back.

Two boys who rode on what looked like to be a giant paper airplane had stood unafraid. Ready to take down the latest villain along with saving the day.

All had cheered for the superheroes, Reverser and Mightillustrator.

Ridiculous!, Miracle Queen spat. Utterly ridiculous!

You won't be saying that once we're done with you!, Mightillustrator shouted.

Reverser.

His partner nodded and threw a number of paper airplanes towards Miracle Queen.

Miracle Queen however managed to have dodged all of them easily.

Ha! You missed!

Reverser smirked. I wasn't intending to be aiming at you.

Surprise by his statement Miracle Queen turned her head around. She then widened her eyes out of horror when she saw her former teammates coming back to their normal selves.

Reverser had managed to have reversed her spell.

Way to go you guys!, Ladybug cheered in delight.

Yeah. Your more "pawsome" than I am., Chat exclaimed while giving them a thumbs up.

Both Reverser and Mightillustrator smiled proudly in response to Ladybug's and Chatnoir's complements.

Now!, King Monkey said while making a fist. We just have one more baddy to take care of.

Ha! Ha! Ha!, loud and creepy laughter was heard and suddenly a swarm of dark butterflies had appeared. And from them Hawkmoth emerged.

Ok. Two baddies then. So what? Two against ten. We pretty much have the advantage.

Oh., Hawkmoth spoke mockingly., You may have the advantage in number. But certainly not in experience. Plus. Who ever said that it was just "us".

A blue woman jumped from the roof tops and landed on the ground unharmed. On one of her hands she held a fan and from there she plucked several feathers to which she blew on. After then Hawkmoth commanded his akumas to attack the crowd watching. Soon the area was surrounded by both akumatized villains and sentimonsters.

It was they who were outnumbered now.

Some of the heroes looked frightened. Others looked unsure. It very much does seem that they were all fighting a loosing battle. But even from all that Mightillustrator stood his ground. Refusing to flinch even for a second. Instead of fearing utter defeat, Mightillustrator walked forward full of confidence.

It was from him that the others had found the courage to carry on and fight. Hawkmoth may now have the upper hand but he was still definitely going to be defeated. After all when has evil ever won over good? The only advantage that evil could ever have over good is that good people do nothing. But the ones who do rise up and become known as heroes.

Soon he, Reverser, along with the Miraculous holders prepared themselves for battle.

Hawkmoth however had merely grinned in amusement. Foolish children.

He then raised his cane and pointed at them. Charge!

Nathanael!

Nathanael fell from his chair. Once again being snapped out of his own fantasies.

He held his head in pain before looking at his alarm clock.

Oh shoot.

Immediately he went and placed all of his school items into his bag.

Nathanael!, a woman's voice called out.

Are you ready for school yet?!, called out another voice.

Not long after the boy placed his pencil case inside his bag before finally zipping it close. He took in a deep breath to mentally prepare himself for the day.

Yeah. I'm ready.

Once the redhead exited his room (which lead him straight to the living areas), he was immediately met by two women who were waiting for him. One of which was taller than the other. One had black hair that was styled into a bob cut. The other was shorter and chubbier and had the same red hair as that of Nathanael. Both of them seemed to be trying their hardest not to cry.

The boy had to roll his eyes at that.

They always acted like this during every special occasion. Halloween, Hanukkah. Most especially the days that were relating particularly to him. Such as his birthdays, the day he first got his first baby tooth off, and Don't get him started on his bar mitzvah celebration.

The only occasion he knew of where they didn't acted like this was… nevermind.

Moving back to the present. Nathanael wasn't really all that surprised by their behavior. After all his first day's of schools has always been like this ever since first grade. He just found it to be embarrassing that's all. They acted as if he were leaving them for another country.

Our little tomate boy is growing up., one of the women said while wiping off one of her tears.

Smile dear., the other raised her camera. Readying herself to take a picture.

Nathanael deadpanned before complying. A flash of light later and his expression went back to what it was before while the two women giggled and squealed at the new photo that they would soon be adding to his album.

Joy.

He swore if anyone from his class would to ever see him like this, he would certainly never get the chance to witness the light of day again. Guess it was one of the few perks of being unnoticed all the time.

After a few seconds one of the women had finally managed to have calmed down and clear her throat.

She then turned to Nathanael and asked.

Nathan. Dear. Are you sure that you already have everything that you'll need for school yet?

Yes., the boy answered nonchalantly.

What about your pencil case?

Yes.

Your notebooks?, asked the other, growing concerned.

Yes.

Your colored pencils?, the redhead asked, now growing concern as well.

Yes.

Your cell phone?, both asked simultaneously.

Yes.

Your lunch?

Ye-

Nathanael was about to answer that with another "yes" again until he realized that he hadn't packed anything edible yet.

When the boy didn't answer the two women had already took that as a "no".

Both gasped.

How can I forget?, the dark haired woman cried out in panic while running straight directly towards the kitchen.

Silence then came afterwards as the two redheads were left at the living room.

Don't worry., the chubby assured. This would only take for a few moments.

Nathanael nodded in understanding.

So., she started, I've heard that the Louvre is holding an art contest.

Yeah, I know.

Aren't you going to join?

I-I'll think about it., was what always said. Yet he never did.

What was the point anyway., Nathanael thought. It's not like his artwork was going to get noticed. He would most certainly just make a fool of himself.

This was Paris for peeps sake. PARIS. A city known for its many artists.

Gabriel Agreste, Theo Barbot. Those were true men of art. As far as his concerned, he was simply another amateur who liked to draw stuff for a hobby. Nowhere was he near the level of any of them. He was just like a pebble who came into a treasure throve full of diamonds by accident. Likely to be seen, unlikely to be cared about.

He was lucky enough that Mr. La Passion had actually liked his work when Alix and Rose forced him to present his drawings to him.

No. no. He was perfectly satisfied on simply making comics and being part of his school's art club.

At least that's how he liked to believe it to be.

Suddenly loud crashing noises were heard coming from the kitchen.

I um… I'll be right back.

The chubby woman then ran leaving the boy by himself.

I'm coming dear!, she shouted.

Nathanael chuckled out of hilarity. Covering his mouth with his hand in order to hide a smile.

He then made his way and walked towards the sofa.

He leaned his back behind it while still holding back a laugh. He then turned his head and saw a black feline soundly sleeping.

Aside from him, the black cat was always patted and cared for to an almost exaggerated level. Even going as far as to forbidding it from catching mice.

As far as he could tell, the two treated it more like a baby than a pet. So in some ways he and it were practically like brothers.

Upon sensing his presence, the cat opened its eyes and yawned.

Nathanael took that as a "don't disturb me" signal and gave it a smile.

Moms. Am I right., Nathanael told the feline.

The cat just stared at him boredly.

You have no idea.

Whose there?, the boy quickly said when he heard an unfamiliar voice speak.

His body stiffened in fear at the possibility that an intruder might have entered his home. He turned his eyes towards his left, then towards his right. But there was no one.

He then tried to look under some of the furniture. And had even gone as far as to check above the ceiling. But still he found no one.

Just as he was about to give up he then turned his head and looked at the cat who only blinked and stared at him curiously.

A sudden idea came into mind. It was a rather odd and unorthodox idea. But he didn't really mind it at the moment.

He bent down. Meeting his eyes at the same level as that as the cat's. Then asked…

Did you-

Oh Nathanael!

He turned his head at the sound of his name. Seeing both his mothers returning back from the kitchen.

The one with black hair held a small paper bag while the one with red had a bottle of orange juice in hand.

The brunette handed the paper bag to Nathanael while also giving him a stern and tired face.

Here is a roasted turkey sandwich. Remember to only eat them during lunch.

The other woman then approached and interrupted her partner while giving Nathanael a motherly smile.

And here is something that we got from the fridge., she handed the bottle to the boy. Then she took out her purse and handed the boy some money. And if you would to want desert. You can go and buy yourself some cookies across the street from your school., she winked.

But make sure that their nutritious., told the black haired woman.

Ok. Ok. I get it., Nathanael smiled cheerfully. Can I get to school now?

And with that the tears of both his mothers returned. Having to embrace the very fact that they had to let him go.

Nathanael rolled his eyes for the hundredth time this morning before kissing both of them on the cheek.

He then patted the feline on the head, much to its annoyance.

See you later Shadow.

Once he was finally on the concrete Parisian sidewalk he suddenly recalled of the weird voice that he heard earlier. Along with the fact that he was about to ask a cat if it could talk.

He laughed slightly at himself for even having such an idea as he shook his head at the thought.

Must have been my imagination.

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