Chapter 3: Miss Judgement
At College Voltaire...
"You want to do an exclusive with Chat Noir?", sitting on one of the benches outside of school, Adrien had been having a conversation with one of his classmates Donny. The future journalist and avid blogger had been telling Adrien about some new projects coming up on his blog. One of them, to his surprise, was a possible exclusive with Chat Noir.
"Yep!", Donny nodded, "One of Paris's first heroes has come back. It's a big deal.", many had wondered where the cat themed hero had gone off too. And having caught glimpses of a figure in black running across the rooftops of Paris. With photos and videos popping up all over the web.
"People are excited to have him back?"
"Of course!", Donny nodded, "When he disappeared people were worried of course. One of Paris's heroes just disappears without a single word.", just vanished overnight, "Of course there were theories going around that something might have happened to him.", or even that he was captured by Hawkmoth. Explaining why he had been absent all this time, "Getting an interview would help put peoples minds at ease.", and end the avalanche of theories online, "I've debunked a lot of theories and rumors that 'Chat Noir left Paris' or 'Chat Noir was kidnapped'. Honestly people want to just jump onto the worst or convoluted stories just for the shock of it.", that and the die-hard fans who had way to much time of their head and a bit too much hero worship.
"What do you think happened to Chat Noir?", Adrien asked curiously. During his recovery he often lingered off of Chat Noir. Without any akuma's there didn't seem much worry if his hero persona wasn't seen out in public. And he just never looked into it much to focus on himself and the changes in his life. Mostly due to his recovery, transferring schools, and now the possibility of going to court if those phone calls his father was having with his lawyers were anything to go by. He had only gone out on the encouragement of Plagg to stretch his legs and get some fresh air. And apparently he had been caught.
"Well if I had to guess I would think Chat Noir had a reason to step down.", Donny commented.
"You think so?"
"Yeah.", Donny nodded, "People tend to forget that Chat Noir is human underneath all that black leather.", proven multiple times through statements and the debacle that was Miracle Queen where all the heroes, sans the main two, were revealed, "It might be something personal. Maybe he did get injured as a civilian and had no way to communicate that he would be absent."
"So you don't think he abandoned Paris?"
"After all the beatings he's taken just to protect this city and the people.", he shook his head, "Chat Noir has proven he would die for this city, especially the people. For him to just disappear, something really serious must have happened.", that or he died, "There's two sides to every story. And Chat Noir should be the one to tell his.", he was entitled to that, "And people should respect him enough to believe in those reasons and allow him to explain.", and not just rumors, speculation, and theory.
"I'm sure he would like that."
"Well maybe.", if he could get in touch with him, "Though it's still only theory if it even is the real Chat Noir.", the photos weren't that good, so it could have been anything on those roofs. It could have been an actual cat on the roof or even an akuma that looked like Chat.
"Well like you know what they say, 'anything is possible.'.", Adrien said, "Who knows, maybe Chat Noir has come back and you can get your interview.", he said with a positive tone, "You host one of the top blogs in the city, your popular with a number of people, you have a positive energy, and you always look for the truth.", no matter what side of the coin it was on. He always gave an unbiased approach and let the evidence speak for itself, "I'm sure if you invited him for an interview he would come."
"Perhaps.", he had always wanted to interview the heroes of Paris, even as the team grew, then dwindled, and slowly grew again. Now being just the original two heroes. Down to one again. Admittedly he tried a few times to get interviews with the heroes, yet getting close was a hassle in itself. Especially after akuma attacks when reporters were practically dammed in to get an interview, ask questions, and take pictures. So he had put it too the back burner, "It would be interesting to get a hero in the guest seat.", enough to even impress the chief of the channel he worked under.
"But, how would I even get his attention?", that was the big question.
"An invitation on your blog.", Adrien suggested, "He could see it, you know, in his civilian life."
"And you think he'll see it?", let alone reply.
"Anything is possible.", Adrien said, "You have one of the most popular channels in Paris. Plus if anyone can charm a superhero it's you.", he encouraged, seeing a familiar smile form on the journalists lips.
"Well of course!", Donny seemed energized, "I'll invite Chat Noir for a one on one.", it might be a long shot, but he had to try.
"That's the spirit.", Adrien smiled.
"I'm going to work on the invitation and post it to the blog.", something to catch the heroes eyes, "My reporter senses are at max.", and he was going to get that interview, "Wish me luck.", with one last wave, Donny headed off to work on inviting Chat Noir for a one on one interview. Only to stop half way and doubling back.
"Before I forget.", he began, "I heard from a source that one of the board members is going to be in town.", or more specifically College Francis Dupont.
"A school board member?"
Donny nodded, "There's going to be a conference with the school board member, the teachers, and the parents of the infamous Akuma Class of College Francis Dupont.", while it wasn't fully public, there was rumors going around about the school being investigated. Many already assumed various kinds of punishments since the Superintendent had made a surprise visit a couple weeks prior. With video's popping up on the web of Mr. Hawkes showing the 'Owl' the pecking order he was in. Even talking down to Chloe Bourgeois without fear or even interest for that matter. Up until the point the entire class of students had been suspended and sent home. Photos and videos showing parents going up to the school and escorting their children out of the building.
"...oh.", Adrien frowned. He shouldn't really be shocked. But, it didn't make him feel any less anxious when his old school was brought up. He hadn't had any contact with anyone from the school since the incident.
"Word around it's part of the investigation into the school administration and how they handled their policies.", which most figured was little more than a joke, "All parents and guardians of the akuma class are going up to talk with the school board member.", whoever they are, but it was sure to be a very active place when the time came, "How are you holding up?", he asked carefully.
Adrien with him or training with Marx during fencing. And even helping Vyga as he tested out his experiments and projects. Or letting Clovis use him to practice make-up application and giving him shopping advice. And even appearing on some of the videos now and then. And with the information out of
"Though I wouldn't lie if I said I wish this was all over.", he could barely even walk around without feeling people looking at him. Or turn on the television without hearing a news story about his assault at his former school, "Is it wrong I feel...bad?"
"Like sick bad or conscious feelings bad?"
"Both.", he admitted, folding his hands over his stomach, "I just...feel like...all of this is my fault."
"How would anything be your fault?", Donny seemed a bit confused and worried at the other's comment.
"Because I...", he paused trying to find the right words, "If I didn't...I just..."
"Hey it's okay.", Donny assured, "If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to."
"That's the problem. I want to talk about it.", he had so much he wanted to say, but just couldn't, "I want so much to talk. But...it's just hard.", after so many years of having to hold it's tongue, it was a wonder he still had one, "And if I do say something it just seems to make things worse.", no matter if he was just giving his opinion, a suggestion, or just commenting. There always seemed to be an issue, "No matter what I do, even if it's for the right reasons, it always turns out wrong.", taking a step forward, only to get knocked back further than he was before, "And I get this feeling in my stomach.", like his organs were in knots and were being twisted.
"That's probably the words wanting to come out.", Donny placed a hand on his shoulder for reassurance, "Bottling up your words, your feelings, isn't good for you sunshine child.", mentally, emotionally, and sometimes physically. Repression didn't make anyone feel good, "Even if you don't want to, sometimes it's better to get things out. If not, they just build up.", bubbling and festering deep inside. Rotting the host from the inside out, "If something is making feel unwell, you can talk about it."
"And you have plenty of people to talk to.", including classmates, his friends, his father (maybe), and even the counselors at the school.
"I know.", and he was happy to have people to talk to and feel comfortable enough to be around, "I just don't won't to worry anyone.", especially if it meant making things worse.
"If people didn't want to be worried, than they wouldn't have problems.", Donny commented, "And if something is bothering you, of course people are going to worry.", because they cared and wanted to help, "Everyone is entitled to be worried about, even the most stubborn of people who won't admit it.", because everyone had problems. And no problem would be fixed without actually talking about it, "You should never linger on a problem.", even if it seemed small.
"I guess, but...", he took a short breath and exhaled, "I feel like when I talk about my problems it makes more problems.", not only for himself and everyone else.
"And as your friend I'm going to help you until you feel better.", or at least alleviate some of the pressures Adrien was feeling, "You don't have to say everything. But, it will help to say something.", like slowly loosening the knot on a balloon. Allowing the air to trickle out, "Do you feel like letting some of the air out?"
Adrien looked off for a moment, before glancing back at Donny. And gave a slow nod. Before he could open his mouth a blaring sound came through the air.
"The akuma alarm?", guess it was too much to assume a quite afternoon.
'Perfect timing as always.'
"All students and faculty remain calm and precede to the nearest shelter.", a voice came over the PA system, instructing students and faculty to seek shelter.
"Guess Hawkmoth decided it was time for a daily super-villain attack.", second one of the day, "Guess we have to go and...hey!?", he watched as Adrien had somehow managed to disappear. He only looked away for a second.
It took about two hours to bring down the akuma and return the city back to normal. The akuma turned out to be a young girl who was upset and trying to get justice for one of idols who had been hurt. Preparing to get vengeance for him. After a quick talk and making sure she was okay, the young girl apologized and was released back to awaiting friends. With the city returned to the normal the duo had left off before the reporters could swarm them with anymore questions. Landing on the rooftops, Chat stood off to the edge and stretched his arms a couple of times.
"That was an interesting akuma."
"Another fan girl.", he heard Ladybug mutter, "That has to be a the fifth one this week.", after weeks of silence Hawkmoth had returned to akumatizing and creating super-villians.
"Well it's not surprising.", the young model had a lot of fans. And when word got out about his attack they were of course upset and became prime targets for Hawkmoth to akumatize. And when they were cured the victims seemed more upset they didn't fulfill their mission. And, unfortunately, he had a lot of tries to do so.
"Anyway, next week one of the school board members is going to be speaking with the parents at College Francis Dupont.", while he couldn't give much details other than what he heard, he got the general gist of it, "There's going to be a lot of emotions during the day and leading up. Something that Hawkmoth can take advantage of.", and there was already enough emotional discourse in the city as it was, "I think we need to come up with a plan just in case Hawkmoth sends out an akuma to go after the parents or their kids or any of the civilians."
"That's...true.", Ladybug seemed to agree, "Hawkmoth's been ramping up his akumatizations.", with all the negativity and emotions it was easy pickings for the super- villain. Last week they had a record number of akuma's in the double digits.
"True.", the supervillain been akumatizing the Adrien's fans and supporters, the parents, or any of the citizens in Paris, "So I was thinking we could do a stakeout."
"A stakeout?"
"Yeah like we each take one side of the school. And watch for any butterflies.", if they both were there they could keep a wider range to spot any disturbances. If Ladybug see's them she could capture them with her yo-yo. And if he saw them he could cataclysm it before it touched anything.
"You think Hawkmoth will strike during the meeting?"
"Well he was silent for a while. But, now he's ramping up his attacks.", and usually that meant something big, "Heroes Day, Miracle Queen, New York City.", just to name a few of the times when he enacted a plan that threw a curve ball at the loop.
"It is suspicious.", and unnerving just being the dark while Hawkmoth was plotting something major. The a meeting between a school board official and parents of children possibly facing criminal charges was a prime target for akuma's. It was already getting exasperating just dealing the usual akuma's.
"So stakeout?", it was a good way to keep an eye out for trouble and be ready just in case Hawkmoth did pull something.
"While a stakeout might seem like a good idea.", Chat seemed to brim at this, about one of his plans being utilized, "But..."
"But?"
"Well, we haven't heard or seen anything for Hawkmoth.", she began, "Being limited to one spot could be rather, um, constricting."
"Constricting?"
"Yeah. I mean Hawkmoth might be expecting us to be watching the school.", and setting them up for a trap by being in one place and unsuspecting.
"Well what if we do it one at a time.", taking turns to watch over the meeting, "We can do it in secret.", hiding out in civilian form, while another was in hero form.
"That might not work either.", she dismissed.
"Because?"
"Well it's just the two of us.", she reminded, "We don't have any of our former teammates anymore.", after Miracle Queen they lost all the former heroes after their identities were revealed. Not to mention the same former heroes being part of an investigation and possible lawsuits and couldn't be trusted with a miraculous. Which would only upset the citizens more , "We're already stretched thin enough as it is when there were akuma's."
"True. But..."
"But?"
"Well I've been doing some thinking.", Chat began, "Since we both agree were stretched thin because the other's were permanently benched.", and not for the obvious reasons, "I think I've come up with a solution."
"A solution?"
"New heroes!", Chat revealed.
"New heroes?"
"Yeah. I mean they would be temporary.", for now, "But, I've think I've found some possible candidates to fill in the positions as back-up.", using his baton he activated the camera feature and pulled up some photos to show Ladybug.
"I think they would be good candidates to be temporary miraculous holders.", Chat said.
"But...I mean...why?"
"Well since we lost our entire back up heroes because of Miracle Queen, we'll need replacements when things get really out of control.", Chat pointed out, "These four would be perfect to be heroes."
"They would?"
"They're smart, have a diverse set of training, connections to resources in their civilian lives, and who I think can be utilized well with the miraculous.", pointing out their potentials with some of their most used miraculous, "They would be perfect back-up for us when we face a really big akuma.", or if their was another mass attack on the city that required more than two people.
"That's a bit of a stretch.", Ladybug said, "No one is perfect for a miraculous. Not everyone can just use them."
"True. But, we could give them a test try.", to see how they did and worked with the miraculous, "We could use the basic miraculous, the turtle, the fox, horse, and monkey.", and maybe the bee, "We could go to them one at a time and give them a test try.", the basics were easy to pick up and it would benefit to get some new help, "Plus what better time than when their are more akuma's active.", it was basically a hands on training session.
"Let's not get a head of ourselves.", Ladybug said, "Bringing in new heroes when Hawkmoth is ramping up his attacks isn't exactly a good idea."
"...it isn't?"
"There are too many risks.", she said, "Especially handing off miraculous to random people."
"Maybe, but..."
"And with Hawkmoth akumatizing more people by the day we would be in a position having to balance training and fighting."
"Okay, but..."
"And what if they don't want to give up the miraculous? They could take them and disappear? Or worse reveal the secrets to everyone and their neighbors."
"I...see your point.", he gave a nervous nod, "But, I don't think we have to worry about them taking the miraculous, misusing them, or telling any secrets.", that much he was sure off, "And with Hawkmoth akumatizing again we need as many hands on deck as possible.", for the times when they were too tired or if they needed to recharge, "We should really think about adding more teammates before Hawkmoth decides to make another army."
"I...", Ladybug paused, a look of contemplation on her face, Chat holding his breath as Ladybug looked to maul over the idea of more heroes. Obviously they needed more help and they couldn't pick any of the old holders. So the only option was bringing in new members to help aid them with the growing number of akuma's.
"I know this is a big step and bringing in other holders is a big change.", but they've done it before, just not all at once, "If you need to think about it more I understand.", she was the Guardian and it was essentially her final decision about handing out the miraculous.
"I...think...", she paused, seeming to draw out her next sentence. Chat watching her an anticipation as she was pondering and thinking, "I think I...uh need to get home."
"Home?"
"Yeah. I have an early morning tomorrow.", she said.
"Oh, Okay.", he guessed that was a good excuse. They both had civilian lives and responsibilities, "So I guess I'll see you at patrol tonight."
"Patrol? Right. I mean, I think we might have to reschedule.", at least she did, "I'm doing this 'thing' with my parents and can't exactly get out of it.", no matter how much she wished she didn't have to.
"Well that sounds...", he would say fun, because it seemed like Ladybug wasn't looking forward to it, "I guess I'll be jumping across roofs and racing to the tower myself.", might be good practice and allow him to stretch his leg, "Just me and the dozens of roofs under feet and stars over my head."
"Yeah, such a shame.", his partner muttered.
"You saying something Ladybug?"
"Nothing.", she exhaled, "Anyway I need to get home.", she took out her yo-yo.
"Have a good night Ladybug. Don't let the evil butterflies bite.", he waved before vaulting off the building and into the city.
The day of the conference soon came. The parent's of the student's of Mlle. Bustier had come to College Francis Dupont to meet with one of the school board members sent to not only evaluate the school and staff. But, speak with the parents about the next steps involving their children and their fate at the now infamous school. Only parents and school officials were allowed in the building, with a police presence outside to keep out reporters and any unauthorized individuals. The parents were kept in separate classrooms and would be called to the headmasters office where the board member was waiting to meet with the parents and guardians.
Mlle. Bellwether was one of the oldest members of the school board of over 40 years. Though even in her old age she was a revered, if not feared member of the board. Taking her job seriously and unapologetically gave the truth, even if those involved didn't want to hear it. But, even in her over four decades of work in the school system she had scene many causes. And though they were never the same, this particular one had been quite piece to be apart of. Not only was the school being investigated, along with the headmaster and staff, but an entire class of students. One incident had spawned a literal list of issue's that might have remained hidden. And after the short, but thorough investigation there was a lot to unpack and proved that it would not be a simple process.
Now came one of the hardest parts of procedures, briefing the parents. No parent wanted to hear negative things about their child or believe their children could do any wrong. Especially anything criminal or illegal. They would sooner cling to their beliefs of the innocence of youth, than fathom their children had broken those memories. A delved down into the pool of delinquency. Of course there were different reactions from parents beyond surprise and denial. The stages compared to the five stages a grief. Branching off into a mix of emotions that varied from person to person and situation to situation. She was expecting a variety of emotions today.
A she was sure to be prepared for anything.
"Let me be frank with Mister and Mrs. Ceasire.", Mlle. Bellwether began, "We are looking into a number of instances involving your daughter, as well as a number of her classmates.", as part of the investigation into the teaching and disciplinary actions of their homeroom teacher. As well as the incident that lead to their former classmate ending up in the hospital, "And from those investigations we've uncovered some rather disturbing instances."
"Such as?", for the past half hour the Ceasire's had been speaking with the school board member. After being called to the school for their daughters actions and being told of the incident of their classmate, to say the parents were furious were an understatement. It took every fiber of their self-control not to scold their daughter right there in the school. After learning what their daughter had been involved in, and only after getting home and telling Nora to take the twins upstairs, did they unload on Alya. It was a miracle neither of them had gotten akumatized that night. Especially when the email came that their daughter had been suspended indefinably from the school and the reasons. Both shocked and stunned by the letter they received from the PPD about pending litigation against them on behalf of the Agreste Estate for assault charges and defamation against Mr. Agreste son. Which led to another scolding session.
They confiscated all her electronics and grounded her until she moved out. She was no longer allowed outside the house and she was forbidden from using the internet. Especially her blog which she had been forced to shut done immediately. And she would be watched by her older sister Nora, who had been made fully aware of her sisters actions. And, just as her parents, she was both disgusted and furious with her younger sister.
"For instance, your daughter has a number of notices against her.", she noted, "Including bullying, harassment, slander, and invasion of privacy.", with student's and faculty reporting the girl for taking unpermitted pictures and video without consent. And stating untrue or unchecked information, "And not just at Dupont. There have been instances at another school, Voltaire College and even regular citizens. Who have witnessed or have been harassed by your daughter."
"Harassed?", the parents glanced at each other, preparing for what may come.
The chairwoman nodded, "Most instances include your daughter and her classmates starting arguments against individuals. Slander on a number of chat logs and public websites. And there is an investigation of an assault against other students.", she read off the list of complaints and statements taken, "Your daughter has also been caught stalking individuals and taking photos without consent, videotaping without permission on multiple occasions. And attempting to or breaking into private property. Such as lockers, desks, and even bags.", with witness testimony who had caught the girl in the act.
Otis and Marlena were shocked, to say the least.
"Alya did all that?"
"Are you positive about that?"
"We checked with the witnesses and verified the information given.", and so far everything has checked out, "When she was confronted for her actions she made statements of following leads for scoops.", which, as she stated, was part of journalistic practices. Though in some instances she apologized, it was only after being caught in the act, "On one instance she went into a girls bag because she 'got a tip' this student had some connection to the heroes. Then there was another time a theft was reported and Ms. Ceasire felt it was her duty to interrogate students."
"She interrogated students? What for?"
"It was for a missing notebook.", she explained, "One of her classmates reported their notebook stolen and your daughter began a categorized witch hunt. For which she violated a number of privacy rules accusing anyone without any proof.", only to find the notebook in question had been left in the gym and placed in the lost and found, "That doesn't even cover the times she been witnessed taking photos without permission, looking in lockers without the owners knowledge, and getting into verbal altercations because of rumors and gossip.", and there had been many instances of these verbal altercations, "From the investigation it's clear your daughter has been involved in situations of not only juvenile actions. That gradually grew into criminal territory.", for which she could have and could still be charged.
"Criminal?", this seemed to shock the two parents.
"Are you saying my daughter could go to jail?", Otis questioned in concern.
"If enough evidence is found for the larger investigations she is being looked into for. There is a possibility if those involved wish to press charges.", she pulled out another file, "Among them includes charity fraud, extortion, theft, blackmail, bribery, intimidation, defamation, slander, and cyberbullying.", all serious charges with judicial consequences.
"Among the allegations, your daughter has been participating in the harassment of a number of individuals through her blog and in person.", she brought up, "From records and screenshots we've received she's sent a number of 'disturbing' and rather troubling messages about and to individuals. Essentially threatening them. Along with her classmates.", mostly out of what was being seen as a petty war when other's decided to challenge the group for their behavior. Retaliating just as much and refusing to back down.
"And you believe Alya was apart of this?"
"Your daughter and her classmates harassed a number of individuals on nothing more than common rumor, gossip, and false accusations told by one individual.", Mrs. Bellwether spoke, "Using vulgar and hurtful language, threats, and even demeaning them without remorse or reason.", which only got worse as the harassment grew, "And your daughter is one of the main culprits. Using her blog as a base to spread various unsupported content and information that borderlines tabloid-est.", and it was there in black, white, and all the colors of the rainbow, "And, of course, there is also her involvement in the assault of her former classmate. Adrien Agreste.", which was one of the biggest issue this meeting had to be called.
"How did we not know about this?", had they known what their daughter had been doing they would have helped her. Pulled her aside and talked to her.
"The policy of the school is that any problems, academic or behavioral, should be reported by the administrator.", who would report to the headmaster and make sure proper steps are taken to correct the problem. Which included informing the parents and any other authorities in order to begin an investigation into the matter, "As we're finding out the issues' were 'reportedly' taken care of by the school.", which didn't involve much discipline outside a couple of hours of detention which did not fit the level for what the students were found guilty off. After a number of times, and by the same students, there should have been an intervention. And parents should have been notified, "By our count your daughter has been written up by a number of her teachers for disturbing class, using electronics, leaving without permission, and bullying.", which again should have resulted in a parent teacher conference after the third infraction. Yet was pushed aside when it noted that there were steps taken to contain the issue, which only amounted to a talk by the homeroom teacher. Whose methods involved little to no punishments. Even for the most open and obvious forms of situations of bullying and harassments.
Perhaps if someone had stepped in before this, and other situations, could have been avoided.
"If there is one thing this board will not tolerate, as any decent human being would, is any type of harassment and bullying that harms any student, faculty, or staff member. Inside or outside, in person or online.", it was a policy and a moral that every member lived by, "Your daughters actions alone have violated not only this school district, the schools, but the very principals they were built on."
"What happens now?"
"She has shown no remorse in her actions and continues to cling to the words of a single individual and push an agenda to vindicate herself.", even on the backs and even lives of those who had once looked up to her, were friends with her, and even supported her, "As such we feel it's best that Alya Ceasire, your daughter, is too remain suspended for the time being. And should she return she will be placed on academic probation and permanent detention for the remainder of the school year.", which would prohibit her for the remainder of any school activities, teams, and trips scheduled. She would also be removed from her position as deputy class representative and off the school paper. And be prohibited from posting on the schools website, "She'll also has to attend consoling."
"Consoling?"
"Your daughter has shown to have a confrontational streak when dealing with others.", in that she was quick to jump to conclusions if she believed their was something amiss or she felt slighted. Lashing out at individuals and implementing various tactics when gathering what she perceives as 'evidence', "As I mentioned when she has been confronted about her lack of evidence and her invasive nature she can become hostile. And with the number of eye witness statements to these outburst, it is clear she requires mediation to find the root of the issue.", which was rooted down deep and would take time weeding out.
"Alya, our daughter, has always wanted to be a journalist.", always looking for big stories and scoops to write about. But, somewhere along the way she forgot that not everything was black and white. And their were consequences when you write or post something without proof or warrant as if it was true. Now with all these scandal's those dreams were going to have to be put on the backburner. If they weren't already overdone and burnt to cinders. Even now at home when she was being punished for her mock publishing on her blogs and actions, she still wanted to try to vindicate herself. But, was shut down immediately by her parents and older sister.
What happened to their daughter that would come home talking about superheroes and supervillains? Who took pride in her writing. What happened to her?
"Journalism, like any profession, has it's ups and downs. Twist and turns. And of course that fork in the road.", that could either help them grow and lead to a promising field of opportunity. Or slip down and onto a path of stagnation and dark forests with any sign of light, "For Alya she choses paths without much direction. Following what seems like that either seems to hold promise or that she thinks will earn her some valued reward upon completion.", never thinking that she should stop and actually consider the other paths. Believing her decisions were set and correct. And refusing to listen to an outside source because it might make her seem foolish and wrong. She was stubborn, with an attitude like a donkey, "She'll have to do a lot of assessing of not only herself, but her decisions and how they've effective those around her.", and recognize the damage she's done and take responsibility. Not just half-hearted, photo-copied apologies that amounted to nothing. No lesson was learned and the behavior continued, "The hope is that her time away from the current environment can help better get mind of her actions.", and to learn the gravity of the trouble she was facing.
"That might be best." , Otis looked to agree and his wife nodded as well. It was going to be hard, but they had to be tough. But, now knowing everything her daughter had been doing, the change in her behavior, and even her attitude. And now being apart of an assault case involving someone she used to be friends with. It was going to be a long road and they hadn't even reach the first hump yet.
Throughout the day Mrs. Bellwether had met with a number of parents and guardians. Each one showing a level of emotions when she spoke with them about their children and their behavior shifts. As well as laying out what would be happening going on. So far there were at least five extended suspensions, with most of the students returning soon being put on detention and academic probation. For the most part the parents were receptive to the punishments and conditions their children would be under if and when they returned to school. Emphasizing their own punishments at home.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dupain Cheng.", she looked up at the couple, her next appointment, "Parent's of Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"Yes that's us."
"I'm Sabine.", the female greeted, "And this is my husband Tom.", she introduced the man next to her.
"You seem like a very support couple. I apologize we have to meet during such complicated times.", from the papers the two owned a bakery right across from the school, "Let's get started. I know this is a thought situation for everyone.", someone more than others.
"We understand Ms. Bellwether.", Sabine seemed to understand, "We know this is a very serious topic. And we want to provide any assistance we can."
Tom nodded.
"When we heard about what had happened to Adrien we were...well we didn't know what to think.", it was just so horrible. Even just seeing the pictures of him in the hospital and the hearing what happened made their stomachs turn.
"No one, especially a young man, a child, should be put through something like that. And to be attacked.", Tom bristled with anger for what he had to go through. He had only met the young man a few times, but even for those short meetings knew the boy was a kind soul. A gentleman that wouldn't harm a fly, let alone a female in any way. And when he learned what he had been through he had half a mind to go to every last one of those degenerates houses and give them a piece of his mind. Including the school that failed to protect their own students, still children.
"Yes, this is a very serious situation that has happened. And we, the members of the school board and the district, are working to make sure that all those responsible are given their due punishment.", within there power.
"Of course.", and they were prepared to help anyway they could.
"That still remains to be known.", she admitted, "From the information we gathered from testimony all students were present during the assault."
"And you believe Marinette, out daughter...was apart of the attack?", Sabine's hands clenched the strap of her purse tightly.
"Directly that remains to be determined. But, testimony seems to indicate she was present.", just not if she was involved in the attack.
"I assure you, Mlle. Bellwether, our daughter would never be apart of something so heinous.", both parents assured that their daughter would never harm anyone, let alone another student, in such a malicious manner.
"I understand this is a hard subject to think of and I will do my best not to make it anymore stressful than it needs to be.", keeping parents calm and clear headed aloud for a longer conversation, "I see from Marinette's record she is quite the student. Good grades, class representative, and studying designer.", she said, "Many of her teachers have commented her as hardworking, kind-hearted, with the characteristics of a leader.", noted from her activities and instances of helping fellow students.
"Yes. Marinette has always been a kind girl. Helpful and always looking at the positives.", her parents seemed to agree.
"So I've been told.", out of most of the students interviewed in the class, she was one of the few cooperative one's when it came to questioning, "It's also been noted that she was having some issues in class.", generally in her homeroom with Mlle. Bustier, where most of the reports seemed to stem, "A few months earlier your daughter was shortly expelled from the school. She was reported for a number of instances, stealing test answers, pushing a student down the stairs, and theft of a personal possession.", and from what was gathered from the lack luster investigation the accusations were given by the same person.
"Yes. Marinette was accused for a number of crimes and expelled from the school.", though they knew their daughter would never do anything as far as theft or hurting another person, before they could say much of anything she was expelled.", then not even a day afterwards she was brought back.
"Honestly I knew something was fishy when someone like our Marinette was singled out for such crimes.", Tom added, "There wasn't even an investigation."
"And she was allowed back into classes because of new evidence."
"Because that girl who accused her, told the headmaster that it was all a mistake.", Sabine commented, "That she was suffering from a lying disease that caused her to hallucinate and that she couldn't control what came out of her mouth.", and their daughter was reinstated back to the school.
"A lying disease?", never heard that before. Students would come up with another of excuses for their behavior and reasons for their actions. This, however, fell into the category of needing a conference between the teachers and parents, "I assure you both the story of a 'lying disease' is no more real as the disease itself."
"So she was lying."
"From the investigation there is reason to believe that the young lady in question, fabricated it. Along with a number of stories and rumors of her exploits.", mostly stories about doing charity work and meeting with high profile individuals. Which resulted in numerous absences from school which apparently were without any notes from her parents, doctors, or other signatures that could be confirmed. The one's that did have notes or emails excusing the absences were invistagated and declared as forged by the girls parents once presented to them, "Some of which had targeted your daughter for whatever reason. Including instances where she made accusations of bullying, theft, and other misinformation to negatively paint Mlle. Dupain-Cheng as the aggressor and instigator."
"That's completely false.", Tom stated firmly, "Marinette would never bully anyone!"
"As I said the evidence proves that your daughter committed no such acts. But, was targeted on various accusations.", Mlle. Bellwether stated, "Most of the rumors and accusations were noted to be resolved or had be handled."
"Obviously not.", the parents disagreed that anything was handled.
"We weren't even aware that Marinette had been accused of anything.", the two looked at each other with a sense of sympathetic worry for their daughter.
"Shouldn't we have been notified about if our daughter was having problems?", a note, a phone call, something. If they had known they would have come up to the school immediately and given the teacher and headmaster a piece of their minds.
"School policy dictates that when a student experiences any questionable behavior a parent or guardian should be contacted if such problems persists.", however it was at the teachers discretion. Which showed to be less than reliable given the amount of issues she allowed to let slip past her, "Marinette was noted to be an good student by the standards of her other teachers and students. Nothing that would indicate bullying of any kind.", which was only speculative on hear-say and rumors, "As part of the investigation we want separate any rumor or misinformation about students.", talking with outside individuals such as students and faculty not fully associated with Mlle. Bustier or her students.
"While your daughter is not guilty of anything too questionable, there is still matter of more proven instances.", the board member said, "Such as her attendance."
"Attendance?"
"A number of times your daughter has arrived late to class.", giving a number of excuses and reasons, "She's also been caught daydreaming during lessons, or out right sleeping at her desk.", having to be woken up by teachers, "She's also been exhibited some quite peculiar behavior."
"What type of behavior?"
"Well leaving class suddenly, multiple excuses to the bathroom, disappearing at various times of the school day for a number of different reasons, and there were some instances running into lockers, doors, walls, and even nearly falling down the stairs.", though from most statements their daughter was known for her clumsiness, "Mostly were looking at her being late to her classes and assignments."
"This has come up before.", they admitted their was an incident before when they had to ground their daughter for her grades and attendance.
"And did she ever mention why she was late to her classes? Or disappears at various times?"
"No. She just said she was running late or tripped over a animal that was crossing the street or that her alarm clock broke."
"She's been oversleeping a lot.", even her alarm couldn't wake her up and she ended up scrambling to get to school.
"And you say this is recent behavior?"
"Well...not recent.". admittedly it had been going on for a couple of months. A little over a year. Waking up late, disappearing, falling asleep at random times, and the growing number of excuses, "We first thought she was tired from school work or the projects she was working on.", which would explain the times she was low on energy.
"Then we noticed she would arrive home at odd times of the day.", especially after akuma attacks when she would disappear and claim to be somewhere else, "When we tried to talk her her she would also say she was 'fine' or 'it's not a big deal.'"
"She also told us she was with one of her classmates.", either studying or hanging out or even getting swept up in an akuma situation. But, now knowing the situation at the school, especially between her and her classmates, they were beginning to question what their daughter had been doing.
"That is something you will have to speak with your daughter about.", only she knew the answers, "However, we will be looking into these absences and late arrivals to school at another time. Other than that, I believe that is all.", for now, "Thank you both for coming in."
"Of course.", after one last handshake the two took their leave.
The next parent to visit her office was the Mayor of Paris himself, Andre Bourgeois. Like some of the parents before she had met before, his child was on the list of high level students being investigated. The beginning of the meeting had started out as one might think. The mayor introducing himself with the tone of trying to make a good impression. He was polite and gave a friendly banter. Adding the general resume of accomplishments and his loyalty to the city. Adding how he was working hard with the investigation...though if only more for his daughter, when it came to aiding the young Agreste. Emphasizing how his daughter and Adrien had been childhood friends. Missing how in the weeks after the attack, prior to the video released by Adrien, the heir had spoken nothing of her childhood friends attack or that he wasn't in school. Nor did he appear to stay on topic when it came to his own daughters list of reported infractions in the school.
With evidence by the way when his daughters was brought up in relation to her infractions, he seemed to have some kind of comment or excuse to make light of the situation.
Even when it was clearly a fault on his daughter, the mayor would try to find an excuse to make it not seem so. Declaring with whole heart that his daughter was akin to an angel.
"As you may know my 'job' is to address any and all issues of the school.", and fixed them within the best of her ability and the ability of the school board, "The issue with your daughters isn't something they can simply waived off with a detention or letter home. Or even an apology.", Mrs. Bellwether said, "Your daughter's behavior is and always has been a constant issue."
"She's bullied her classmates and fellow students on multiple occasions. Made rude comments for the pettiest of reasons. And is under the notion her parents profession warrants her to treated better than any other student. Showing little to no respect for the staff.", even when others attempt to help her, she quickly dismisses it and finds something critical to say about it, "Then there's the reports of her stealing items from students, both personal property and items for activities. Intimidation, threats, going into personal property, harassment, destruction of property, verbal bullying, cheating, refusing to do projects of her own accord...", she read off from the literal list of violations that the heiress had racked up over her time at College Dupont and had been 'swept' away when she mentioned her father's position.
"...I...wasn't aware Chloe had been...", the mayor seemed to stop for a moment. As a politician he was trained to be able to sidestepped certain situations and give a level of oblivious when it came to certain area's that would effect his career and image. His daughter, had been one of constant excuses and damage control. From her usual attitude with mirrored her mother Audrey's to a almost terrifying point. Making sharp comments and participating in less than pleasing activities that forced Andre to scramble to fix or cover up. He tried hard to keep his daughter happy. He really did. Making sure she had a comfortable life and wanted for nothing. Yet, even for all that there was a sharp turn in the road that was his daughter.
From her constant demands for the finest, most expensive things, which were quickly tossed away when something better seemed to catch her eye. Her tantrums when something or someone crossed her, which were usual just small accidents or inconveniences.
"From what's been gathered whenever faced with punishment for her actions, your daughter threatens to call your office.", with the notion her father, even as the mayor, held power over anything without limits. And would use said power to make sure his daughter stayed out of trouble and treated as though she was a literal princess.
"Her suspension will be kept as is. The school will send her assignments for her classes.", which they expected her to do herself, "She will be placed on academic probation for the remainder of the school year and mandatory consoling with the school psychologist."
"A psychologist?", they wanted his daughter to go to a shrink? Was it that serious?
"It is a procedure that any students exhibiting abnormal behavioral patterns meet with the schools consoler.", the meetings were private and allow for a determination into the best course of action to aid students, "Given the number of your daughters 'unique quirks', the school board feels this is the best course of action.", to figure out if her behavior could be aided to prevent future troubles.
"But, a psychologist? Wouldn't people think she's crazy?"
"Mr. Bourgeois.", she began, "Your daughter has caused or been apart of a number of incidents both in and out of school. Where she has instigated or encouraged bad behavior with her bullying and entitled attitude.", which at any other school would have had her expelled if not for her parents positions, especially her father's, "For the investigation alone we found your daughter constantly manipulates situations by using your position to skirt punishments.", which were deserved to the heiress, "Which includes getting other students unfairly suspended or punished.", by over dramatizing incidents that either weren't serious or didn't happen as she reported.
"Well that's..."
"Activities cancelled or changed last minute.", because they weren't up to the heiresses standards or required to do some level of physical labor.
"She's just..."
"And even threatened to have teachers and staff fired.", putting people's jobs on the line because she didn't want to face consequences or couldn't get her own way, "Or even having students banished from the city."
"I can't believe my Chloe would..."
"She openly threatened the Superintendent of the school district.", in full view of students, faculty, and the headmaster himself, "Which only adds to the number of times she has used your position to either get her way or not face consequences for her actions.", for which there was a separate list for the amount of times she used her father's position of the mayor to force submission from her own actions, "Do you believe it's fair that she be entitled to special treatment because she is the daughter of the mayor or her mother is a fashion critic?"
"Well of course not.", the mayor shook his head, "Chloe is just...special."
"So I've been told.", from various statements and accounts, "Especially with her many accounts of her time as Queen Bee.", a short lived persona of the heiress that aided the heroes on a few akuma attacks. Only to be permanently benched during one final debacle with Hawkmoth. Which in and of itself caused more controversy in the school. But, that was for another time, "The point is your daughter is not special. She is spoiled.", that was the bottom line.
"Just giving your daughter everything she demands isn't showing love. It's showing her that the only way she'll get her father's attention is by you spoiling her.", she get's into situations and requires her father to get her out of trouble. Showing no remorse because her father will find away to make the issue go away and work everything to 'her' comfort, "And the more power you let her think she has allows her to think she is untouchable.", until it came the time someone touched back.
"But, she's my little girl. I'm supposed to do everything in my power to protect her."
"Not when it's for her own actions.", actions she should know are wrong and expect punishment when done, "She's put people's lives at stake multiple times. Sitting on a high pedestal and looking down on everyone.", not thinking anyone was going to try and push her off, "And because her parent's come to bail her out she continues with this behavior.", instead of letting her face consequences and teaching her about ramifications. And reaffirming the notion she was untouchable and exempt from punishment.
"If these conditions are not 'acceptable'. Than you might have to consider placing her in a different school.", though given her record and the threat of Hawkmoth looming, who knew what school would risk allowing her attendance. Other than boot camps or a strict reform school that had teachers trained to deal with even the toughest of cases.
"A different school? Oh no. I couldn't possibly think of sending my little princess to another school.", it was out of the question.
"Then I suggest considering a way to aid in rehabilitating your daughters current attitude.", especially towards others, "The main issue with Chloe is her interaction with her fellow students, the staff members, or just people in general.", it only took one comment to set the girl into a small tirade. And grow into a full grown tantrum should she felt slighted. Which had led to more than one incidents, including multiple akumitizations, "Just as your job is to protect and provide the best for your daughter. My job is to protect and provide the best for the students.", not just as Dupont, but all over Paris.
"If you believe that's best..."
"I can only offer you the facts and the options best suited.", that was her job, "As a parent, only you can decide what's best for your child."
"Of course.", he was a father. It was his duty to do what was best.
"I just don't know how I'm going to explain this to my daughter.", she wasn't exactly one to take criticism well. Just like her mother she was quite proud to a fault and would tear anyone down who said otherwise.
"No one will like every decision made.", but sometimes they needed to learn that at times they had no control.
Suddenly there was loud, rapid knock on the door.
"What was that?", the two looked at the door. Standing up, the school board member took the initiative to go check who was knocking on the door. She gave instruction not to be disturb when she was meeting with a parent.
"What is going on out here?", Mrs. Bellwether questioned as she opened the door, "And why is there a child outside in the hall?", they weren't even supposed to be in the building, let alone on school grounds.
"Chloe what are you doing here?", Andre questioned, "Your supposed to be at the hotel.", he had directly told her to stay at the hotel while he was at a meeting with the school board member. Even telling the staff not to let her out for any reason other than an emergency.
"Well it's lucky I did come here.", she stated, "You were actually thinking of listening to this...person.", she eyed Mlle. Bellwether.
"Chloe Mrs. Bellwether is a long time and respective member of the school board.", Andre said.
"As I told your parents these punishments are based on your participation in the the attack.", with added requirements an d action depending on the situation.
"This isn't for the attack alone.", Mrs. Bellwether corrected, "Considering the reports of infractions in your class alone, you should be more grateful you aren't getting expelled."
"Excuse me?"
"Young lady your record alone shows a long list of behavioral issues, verbal bullying, classroom disruptions, disobedience with your teachers, having other students doing your homework, cheating, leaving school without permission...", she read off, "I could go on, but I have another appointment in about ten minutes."
"And your point?"
"The point is your behavior towards your fellow students allow are grounds for suspension. The cheating, theft, property damage, and false reporting alone would have a parent teacher conference meeting for each one. And the number of cases of akumatizations you've caused would be open to dismissal from school all together.", since it was becoming clear that the girl, these young teen, was a danger to the school by herself, "Even now you disobeyed an order to remain home and away from the school. You stormed into my office, after eavesdropping I might add, and criticized my credentials for which I'm sure you wouldn't have even the slightest understanding because you don't 'like' your punishment's.", or rather the fact she was going to be punished, "For which you deserve."
"Daddy are you just going to let her talk to me like that?"
"W-Well Chloe...my princess...Ms. Bellwether is only doing her job.", Andre said, trying to explain to his daughter that it might be hard to hear, but the board member was laying out the designated punishments. All the students in her class were going to be facing punishments.
"Which you are disrupting with your tantrum.", and she was not impressed, "Mr. Bourgeois please send your daughter home so we can continue our meeting."
"You can't talk to him like that.", Chloe stated, "Daddy tell 'her' that as the mayor she has to listen to you."
"Now Chloe..."
"A parents position or occupation does not change how the student is punished. It is their actions alone that is the determining factor.", the board member stated, "Nor does it exempt anyone from the consequences of their actions."
"You have no power over my decisions.", and nor would she ever will.
"How dare you!", Chloe fumed, pouting dramatically.
"Chloe please calm down.", Andre placed his hands on his daughters shoulders, "That is enough. You need to go home now."
"So you can discuss sending me to some military school or a shrink. How could you try to send me away?", she accused her father of trying to get rid of her.
"No one is trying to do that.", he assured, "We we're just discussing your behavior in school and possible remedies that might make you feel more comfortable.", and hopefully curb her behavior and teach her to possibly be better with her attitude.
"There's nothing wrong with my attitude!", she argued.
"O-Of course not sweetheart, but you could be a bit...much sometimes."
"Excuse me!", the yell caused the mayor to flinch, "I'll have you known I have been nothing but pleasant! I've changed.", a testing to her own 'good' behavior both in and out of school.
"Chloe please lower your voice.", she was going to cause a scene. Parents, waiting their turns to speak with Mlle. Bellwether were already beginning to spill out into the hallway. As the mayor tried in vain to calm his daughter down and Chloe continued with her tantrum towards her father. Even insulting the board member now and then as incompetent and unable to make a good decision. And that her opinion didn't matter because she didn't know anything and had no right to judge her.
And as she watched the display, going over the day in her mind. All the words, the looks, the emotions, of parents, teachers, and students. She often wondered of her judgment of them. Even those who appeared innocence held secrets that spoke against their nature. And those, even if not instantly connected, offered little less assurance that they deserved any mercy from punishment. And those blinded to see pass those tinted rose lenses that prevented them from seeing the truth.
Judgement didn't discriminant from the sinners and the saints.
"I sense a disappointment. When one does their duty and is criticized by those feeling too entitled to be judged." , Hawkmoth called one of his butterflies and embedded the evil in them, "Go my precious akuma. Evilize her!"
The akuma made it's way into the school, slipping into the building and finding it's target.
Mlle. Bellwether.
Circling over, before finding a place to plant itself. Her pearl necklace. Merging with the precious item and linking the target to it's master.
Hawkmoth.
"Miss Judgement, I am Hawkmoth.", the villain introduced, "Ungrateful and entitled children who do not respect authority. Blind parents who cannot control their own children and make excuses for their rotten behavior. All dare to question your words. When they are the one's who cannot see their own faults. I'm giving you the power to give them exact punishments deserved!"
"Time for a change in decorum.", a darkness bubbled from Mrs. Bellwether's necklace and surrounded her.
"I am Miss Judgement.", the akuma announced with a calm and proper tone. Dressed in a long flowing black robe and cloak that hid her face in a veil of shadows. As though she were a specter of death, "I shall be your judge, jury, and executioner.", with an extension of her hands the doors and windows were sealed with bars and locks.
"Mrs. Bellwether what are you doing?", the mayor questioned.
"I am doing my job, Mayor Bourgeois.", Miss Judgement said, "Since you all don't seem to care for my suggestions to properly asses your children. Blindly clinging to images of the past to see the harm they have done. Then I shall have to open your eyes to the truth.", and since her words seemed to miss the mark, perhaps she had to use a sharper tone to make her point.
"Please Mlle. Bellwether you don't have to do this.", Andre quickly grabbed his daughter, pulling her close to protect her.
"Now, who shall come before my bench first and be judged?", from behind her a number of chains began to unravel from the sashes around her waist. The group stepped back in fear. The akuma slowly advancing towards them, gliding across the floor with a weightless silence.
At the Agreste Mansion...
Adrien had been siting at his desk looking over some random emails, when suddenly an emergency message had popped up on his computer, "Plagg!", he called.
"What's going on?", the kwami questioned, annoyed he was being taken away from the cheese fort he had been building at the end of the desk.
"There's an akuma attack at Francis Dupont College.", he pointed out the message from the akuma alarm.
"Looks like Hawkmoth decided to strike.", Plagg commented, "Couldn't even wait until after lunch.", he was just about to test out the structure of his cheese fort.
"I knew this might happen.", with so much negativity going around it was only a matter of time before Hawkmoth took advantage. Meanwhile Plagg was having his own ideas. Giving an inner prayer of who should be akumatized. Preferably one the students from the akuma class so he could release some emotional backup, "Let's hurry and get down there."
"Plagg Claws Out!", Adrien called.
After transforming and leaving the mansion, Chat Noir raced across the rooftops towards the school. Keeping an ear out for any distress that might need his attention. He didn't know what he was going up against, but he had to stay on his toes. Akuma's were becoming unpredictable and he couldn't risk being taken by surprise. As he continued his travels he spotted something in the streets. Stopping, he moved to hide behind the ledge of the rooftop. Using his staff he was able to zoom in on the individual clocked in black.
'Asses the situation.', he couldn't jump in blindly. He didn't know what they could do and couldn't risk taking them on without knowledge.
Opening his communicator he had attempted to get in touch with Ladybug, however he only received static. She must not be transformed yet. Which meant for now he was on his own. Looking back he saw that the akuma hadn't moved yet. Which might be good or bad depending on their powers and motives. Which he still had no clue off. But, he couldn't just stay there and wait for Ladybug to long. If the akuma did move and decide to attack a civilian it would spell trouble.
"Guess it's time to get up close and personal.", vaulting from his hiding spot he headed down to face the mysterious akuma.
"Chat Noir.", the akuma spoke as the hero landed in front of her, "So you have appeared."
"Sorry for the wait. Thought you looked kind of lonely in down here by yourself.", he said with a cool demeanor to keep the akuma occupied, "So what can I call you?"
"I am Miss Judgement. The judge, jury, and executioner of punishment.", the akuma declared, "Have you come to be judged Chat Noir?"
"Not a fan of single trail.", Chat stated, "One person shouldn't make judgments on people. It's a purr-sonal peeve of mine."
"I only judge those who believe they are above punishment. Who put themselves above those they hurt and hide behind the illusion of protection.", Miss Judgement stated, "And those who believe they are except from judgement of others, shall know the weight of their actions."
"Like I said no one has the right pass judgement on anyone.", even those who felt they should, "I don't suppose you would be willing to hand over your akuma with this turning into a fight, would ya?"
"I have no time for you.", not when there were so many they needed to be judged and punished, "Though I do not wish to fight you."
"You...don't?", was that a trick?, "Aren't you going to try and capture my miraculous?"
"You have done nothing to hinder me. I commend you for the attempt of casual conversation.", it sounded like she had complimented him.
"Thank you?", that was new. A polite super villain.
"I've heard a deal about you Chat Noir.", she said, "However, I believe the perception of people of you isn't as they might think."
"That I'm charming and smooth on my feet.", he commented running his hand through his hair.
"That you were a joke and unfit to be a hero.", Miss Judgement said with a even tone, "Shall we see if they're correct."
Summoning a pearl from her belt she launched it at the cat hero. Chat Noir quickly dodging the ball sized pearl as it crashed into a car behind him.
"Nice toss.", Chat commented, "Not a very nice thing to do Madame Judge-alot."
His declaration was met with more pearls being thrown at him. Chat dodged the fast moving pearls that rained down like cannon balls and expected, surprisingly, with less force than he anticipated.
"You're going to have to be a lot quicker than that.", hopefully not though. Even if he could dodge the attacks it didn't change that they were still out in public. Civilians couldn't get hurt or worse. But, he had no choice, but to keep the akuma's attention until Ladybug arrived so they could purify the akuma.
"You have quite the form young man."
"Is that a compliment?", he dodged another attack, "I'm touched.", with another dodge, he rolled to the side and took out his staff. Catching something in the side of his eye he began heading back. Rushing before going into a slide. Using his staff he hit the pearls away before catching the last one before it hit the civilians behind him.
"Are you three okay?"
"We're fine.", Nora assured, "Thanks for the save there."
"It seems a bit dangerous to be out in the streets during an akuma attack."
"Wasn't planning on it.", Nora said, "My hard head of a sister snuck out of the house.", no doubt to film the akuma that had appeared, "I came out to find her and drag her back.", and brought her little sister so they wouldn't be alone.
"She's out here?", because of course she was. Looking back he saw the akuma had slipped away.
"Well she better hope that akuma finds her before I do.", because it was not going to be pretty if the wrestler got a hold of her little sister. She knew she was supposed to be grounded in her room as punishment for her actions at school. She had no phone, limited web access except the desktop in the living room under Nora's watch, and she was not allowed outside for any reason. Yet, somehow she had slipped out when Nora had been playing with Ella and Etta. Once she noticed her sister's disappearing act she went out to track her down. And was going to drag her back over her shoulder if she had to and would do, "She's risking her life and permanent punishment just to film an akuma.", which she had been forbidden to do in the first place.
"You find a safe place for you and your sisters.", Chat Noir would take care of the rest.
"Good luck Mr. Whiskers.", taking her sisters the wrestler headed off for safety.
"Hopefully Miss Judgement didn't get too far.", with a jump he headed off to search for the akuma. Hopefully his partner had finally transformed and was looking too. They were going to need all hands on deck for this one.
News had circulated that an akuma was out in the city and for all citizens to get inside while the situation was being handled. Images of the akuma, Miss Judgement, had been shown to public. However, no casualties had yet to posted. Leading many to speculate what the akuma wanted and who they were after. After a sitting on the web that Miss Judgement was headed towards city hall, members of law enforcement had been ordered to the building.
Chat Noir was posted himself at the top of the building, hidden from the public eye and hopefully the akuma when she chose to come. As he waited, he would look at his baton. Activating his communicator in hopes of getting in touch with Ladybug. And each time he was only met with static.
"Where are you bug?", because he could really use some luck dealing with this akuma.
"I question many share, no?"
Chat paused hearing the voice. Looking to the side he found a figure having perched right next to him.
"Who are you?", Chat questioned seeing the figure decked in orange, white, and black. Colors of the fox miraculous holder.
"Call me, Monsieur Renard.", he introduced himself, "I've come to offer you assistance!"
"Monsieur Renard?", he blinked, eyeing the other with suspicion. Until his eyes fell on the fox pendant around his neck.
"Is that...the fox miraculous?", he questioned.
"Good eye.", Renard nodded, "Before you ask, I am not a Senti-monster or an akuma.", he said with a earnest smile, "A little fox told me you may require my assistance. And gave me a new Trixx to become a superhero."
"Well welcome aboard.", Chat said, "I'll give you the quick run-down.", and he didn't have long to explain, "You're the holder of the fox miraculous. You have the power to create illusions using the phrase Mirage. And Reality to turn things back to normal.", he explained.
Monsieur Renard nodded.
"Our akuma of the day of Miss Judgement.", Chat explained the powers of the akuma, "As far as I can tell she summons these giant pearls and throws them like cannon balls.", yet they don't really seem to do any damage.
"They don't really do physical damage.", Renard said, "Before I got the miraculous I noticed the akuma using her powers on some civilians.", he explained that he had witnessed the akuma cornering a civilian she had found and instantly went after, "Apparently the balls act like a type of weight." , and once victims were hit with them they acted as a type of weight that made was heavy enough to immobilize it's target before crystalizing the person in a pearl encasing, "She called it a slow sentence for their actions.", and the more the person denied their guilt, the quicker the encasing would happen.
"Sounds like a this akuma is really coming down on people.", hard and lethal.
"That's the other thing.", Renard commented, "The akuma isn't just going after random civilians."
"She's not."
He shook his head.
"So she has targets.", it wasn't unusual that akuma's had specific targets and on rare occasions would leave regular citizens alone.
"Actually the only one's she's gone after were a the headmaster and a couple of teachers from Francis Dupont. And a managed to attack a few students from the same school as well. All part of the akuma class.", the last one being the jock and the skater. Both having been already encased and left standing where they were.
'Akuma class.', of course it had to be related to that. The only begged the question of who the akuma actually was. A parent, another teacher, a protester. It could be anyone.
"We need to get her akumatized item. It's what gives them their superpowers.", and once they break it the connection would be broken, "First we need to find her.", she still hadn't arrived at city hall and the victim count was piling up. Besides meeting a new hero, he still hadn't gotten in touch with Ladybug, who had yet to show up.
"The last place I saw her was a few blocks down.", he explained how he had been looking for his friend who had disappeared and that's how he spotted Miss Judgement going after a certain individual who had been trying to video tape her, "She might still be there.", finishing up the victim.
"Then let's head over there!", it was a long shot, but it was a shot they had to take, "Ready for your first fox fight?"
"Always!"
The two headed off to confront the akuma.
By some luck, or perhaps misfortune, the akuma was still where Renard had last witnessed her. She was still in the process of her dealing with the victim. Or rather victims. With one of them already encased in full pearl confinement. And the other reaching the final stages.
"Struggling and fighting will do you no good now.", the akuma said to her victim, "Why when you are so deep do you attempt to stop what is destined to be?", she looked at the young man with through the shrouds of the darkness that concealed her.
"H-Hurts.", the young man voice strained as the pearl material continued to creep up their body. Already taking their lower half and making it's way up the shoulders and inching across their neck.
"What you feel is the weight of your own guilt.", Miss Judgement stated, "Guilt of your own actions. Guilt for throwing away your own morals. Guilt for blinding following a dim light in the darkness. And shame for what you did to those you harmed.
"I-I didn't...I didn't..."
"But you did.", he voice was cold and haunting, "You blindly followed the hollow words of an empty shadow. Tempted by nothing more than glimmering words worth no more than the dirt. You closed your senses and allowed others to make your decisions. You turned your back on those you once swore you cared for. Never stopping to think about the ones you promised to protect.", only to falter and allow the enemy to creep by him with only simple words and broken promises, "Just like the other's you sold your soul and have nothing to show for it."
"You are a glass shield. You claim to protect. But, with the slightest bit of force you bend and shatter.", chipping away until there was only fragments on the floor, "Your not a good friend. Your not a good boyfriend. And you'll never be a hero again.", the words only made the material grow quicker, creeping up the weary young man, "You should think very hard and reflect on this pain. For it compares nothing to the pain you allowed.", with the last words the male was fully encased. Leaving only the red cap left on the ground.
"Chat Noir I see you've come for another discussion.", she eyed the hero as he dropped down on , "And you've brought a friend.", she noticed the figure in orange that had joined him.
Another hero.
"It's time for you to end your little trail Miss Judgmental.", Chat stated.
"I cannot stop now.", she declined, "Not when there are still so many individuals who need to face judgement."
"You can't just force judgement on people.", Chat argued.
"I force no judgement on them. It's their actions that have left them in the states they are now.", consumed by the hurt that inflicted with their actions, "I once gave them chances for atonement. Now they will feel the quilt they refused to take heed of. They will know the full weight of their actions as it constricts and consumes them."
"For what is true remorse without the understanding the pain.", only an empty husk of hollow words that fills nothing and no one, "And one can not truly know one's pain, until they've suffered the same.", and that's what she intended to do.
"But, this isn't the way.", Chat frowned, "Forcing people to learn a lesson, doesn't mean they'll actually learn. Just as forcing people to feel guilt doesn't mean they'll truly learn from their own mistakes."
"And turning people into lawn decorations isn't exactly doing anyone any favors.", Renard added.
"My methods are only towards those who have yet to feel the weight of guilt. Clinging to the fractured delusions of the past and refusing to accept what is to come.", to recognize it of their own creation, "Lies, deception, capability, vanity, pride, betrayal, and so much more to atone for.", and would soon be paid for in kind, "I told them they would face consequences and struggling would do them no good.", but they continued to fight what was to come, "True some did show some remorse. But, as always, it was too late.", and they became consumed and encased in their own denials and refusal.
"My judgement is final.", the akuma declared, "Perhaps there are feelings you yourselves feel."
Chat gripped his baton. Renard taking out his own staff. The two preparing for a fight. Miss Judgment summoned a circle of pearl orbs and began firing at the two heroes. The two dodging the attacks and engaging the akuma. If they got close enough they might be able to overpower the akuma. Even for a newbie, Renard was showing great use of the staff and being able to keep up with the akuma. Able to avoid the attacks and even got in close a few times when the akuma was distracted trying to keep on eye on both.
"While your efforts are commendable. I cannot waste anymore time these vain efforts.", summoning a number of pearls she launched them. The objects hovering and creating a swarm that rained down on them.
"In coming!", there was too many to dodge or even swat down. Even running away they weren't a hundred perfect them could avoid the attacks, "Brace yourself!", as they neared the two heroes prepared for the worse. They could try and evade as many as possible. But, right now things seemed hopeless. When it looked like they would be over taken by the rain of common ball sized pearls they were shocked to find the attacks had missed their marks.
They slammed into something, like an invisible wall that gave off a green ripple as they collided and bounced off.
"What was that?"
They got their answer when a figure came down and landed through the field, shattering it into fractals.
"Who is that?"
"Aspida!", he introduced himself to the too, "Hope I'm not to late for the party.", he was dressed in shades of green and black. A visor concealing his eyes and a large green and black mohawk styled into a long ponytail in the back. In all he looked futuristic and lively.
"Actually your just in time.", judging by the move just used he guessed he had used Shell-ter to protect them or a variation of it. This was the holder of the turtle miraculous.
"Looks like you got the miraculous of the turtle.", meaning they had a new defensive shield of the team.
"Shell yeah!", he flashed duel devil horns.
"Aspida can you protect the civilians from the the akuma?"
"Count on me!", Aspida assured, "Fractals!", from his suit a number of crystal hexagons were summoned and began circling around him. As he launched them around. They floated over civilians and expanded. Becoming domes of protective magic that shielded they from the akuma's attacks.
"While Aspida is doing that we need to get the belt around the akuma's waist.", he pointed out.
"The belt?"
"I think the akuma is there.", it was the only thing that stood out to him where the akuma might be, "I think this would be a good time to use a bit of that fox magic."
Monsieur Renard nodded and summoned his flute. It was smaller, but hopefully had the same amount of power. Bringing it up to his lips he began to play his tune. The notes floating around the area with a calm and mysterious echo. It wrapped the area in a wall of thick orange fog. When it dispersed clones of Chat Noir were everywhere. Thousands of cat themed heroes on the streets, buildings, light post, and everywhere else that could be reached.
"Good work Renard!"
"Charge!", the thousands of clones quickly advanced on the akuma. While the akuma tried to get away and attack the clones, eventually she found herself overcome by the many clones. Who overwhelmed her by the numbers.
"Cataclysm!", gripping the belt the pearls disintegrated and the akuma was released. Allowing Ladybug, who finally decided to appear, to finally de-evilize the butterfly and set everything back straight. The miraculous cure wrapping around the city, returning the victims to their normal states, and releasing Mrs. Bellwether. The board member looking around rather confused for a moment.
"Where am I?", she didn't remember how she got there.
The two heroes gave a sigh of relief seeing the woman back to normal. And after a quick explanation the woman seemed to understand.
"Mrs. Bellwether, as Ma...I mean as a parent I offer you my deepest apologies.", Andre said with a earnest look of sympathy to the older woman, "My daughter should have spoken to you in such a way. You are a fine member of the education board and have done an exceptional job.", and no one had a right judge so narrowly and without warrant.
"That is very kind of you Mr. Bourgeois.", Mrs. Bellwether said accepting his apology, "Admittedly it comes with the position."
"I promise to aid in upholding the decisions of the school board.", not just for his daughter, but the other students as well, "I also believe your idea for counseling for the students is a much needed investment for the schools.", and would benefit to help students with issues beyond just keeping akuma's at bay.
"Thank you Mr. Bourgeois."
"Daddy!", a voice called out as Chloe came speed walking over to her father.
"Chloe are you alright?", he nearly forgotten about his daughter. During the ordeal with the akuma's the two had gotten separated after he had gotten hit with the akuma and nearly turned into a crystalized statue.
"No I am not alright.", Chloe stated, "My hair is a complete mess, I was forced to run, and was encased in some rock prison."
"It seems I might owe you an apology.", Mlle. Bellwether said, "While I don't remember much, it seems I caused you some inconvenience.", even if she wasn't a hundred percent sure of what happened after she blacked out.
"Well no duh.", Chloe said crossly, "You attacked me for no reason. After rudely trying to have me sent off."
"Now Chloe Mrs. Bellwether had no control over herself when she was an akuma.", and they don't blame the victims after being turned into super-villians.
"But, Daddy..."
"I will not have you speaking to someone, an adult, in such away.", which he should have done in the first place, "You have been rude, spoiled, and...utterly unfair with your callous behavior not only to Mrs. Bellwether, myself, and everyone you don't agree with.", and for the pettiest of reasons, "And it stops right now."
"I...you...you can't talk to me like that!"
"When my daughter is acting like an entitled brat I most certainly can.", and did, "Lest you forget I am your father."
"I'll call and have Jean prepare your suitcases for your departure.", and have the helicopter ready to take her to New York, "You can tell your mother all about your tantrum when you arrive in the states."
"W-What?"
"If you being in Paris makes you so unhappy and nothing I do seems to be the right choice, then perhaps it is best you live with your mother.", in New York city, in the states, "After your settled I'll have the remainder of your things sent to New York.", though it might be a tight fit. What with both Audrey's and Chloe's things, "I'm sure Audrey will have no problem finding you a suitable school to attend."
"Y-Your sending me away?"
"Think of it as a long vacation in the states.", Andre corrected, "I'm sure you'll have a productive time. Moving in with your mother, getting to go to a new, more educationally strict school, and making new friends.", whisked away from Paris and everything that made her so upset. To live with her mother and get a fresh start.
"You can't do that."
"I'm your father I can do what I wish.", Andre reminded, "And you might want to correct that tone of your when you get to the states. Being Mayor of Paris won't protect you while on foreign land.", if anything it might put a bigger target on her back, "So I'm giving you two choices."
"You can either reign in that attitude, stop acting like a spoiled brat, and be civilized young lady who knows what the word humble means.", he said, "Or, you can move to New York and let your mother deal with your attitude.", and see how far it got her. Audrey wasn't a pushover and no doubt wouldn't put up with Chloe's attitude, if she chose to pay attention. Still many would bet they would be at each other's throats within no time, "And if you continue this behavior the next trip will be to reform school.", and with his connections he could find and place her in the strictest of places. With educators trained to handle children with nasty attitudes and not put up with any lip, "You need to learn that actions have consequences.", and she needed to learn it now before it really came back to bit her, "You might think it's unfair, but it's not. You can't always have it your way.", or force things because she believed she could, "So what will it be?", the two locked eyes in a sort of stand off. Neither one backing down. And after a moment or so it looked like Chloe had relented to her father.
"Now don't you have something to say to Mrs. Bellwether?", the heiress looked at the board member and, under the watchful eyes of her father, muttered something under her breath.
"Louder Chloe."
"I said...I'm sorry!", she repeated louder, "I...apologize for my actions.", it wasn't her best apology, but it was something.
"I suppose it's a start.", but a start none the less, "Now then young lady go wait in the car. We will finish this conversation at home.", on that he had his security guard escort his daughter to the waiting limo to wait for him while he finished things up.
"It seems I misjudged you.", the board member admitted, having witnessed Andre, the mayor, discipline his daughter.
"Yes, it seems I have a lot of work to do.", starting with teaching his daughter about letting go, "I know my daughter can be, is a bit much. But, she can be better.", she just needed some better guidance and some much needed discipline.
The board member nodded.
"Looks like the mayor had a change of heart.", and decided to listen to some outside opinions about dealing with his daughter. Guess a little time to think and reflect really does pay off.
"Pound it!", the three heroes fist bumped.
"Chat Noir!", a voice called.
"Ladybug?", he looked to see his partner headed towards him. While he was relieved to finally see her, he had a lot of questions about her whereabouts. Why she hadn't answered her communicator and had arrived at the last minute. However, he questions were never allowed to leave his lips, when Ladybug moved past him and towards the two new heroes.
"Where did you two get those miraculous?", she questioned.
"I found the necklace after nearly getting crushed by something falling from the sky.", turns out it was one of the pearls from the akuma. The fox miraculous laying amongst the rubble. He picked it up and was confronted with a small fox.
"Same.", Aspida seemed to have the same thing happen to him. Though he saw a turtle.
"Is something wrong Ladybug?", Chat asked, wondering why she was questioning the two individuals who had aided in saving the city.
"Chat these weren't the people I chose to wield the miraculous.", Ladybug stated.
"They weren't?"
Ladybug shook their head.
"But I...wait you chose two new holders?", she actually chose two new heroes and didn't tell him. Now he had even more questions. But, before the interrogation and questioning could continue the mayor had come up.
"Thank you again for helping to save Paris Chat Noir.", Andre spoke, having come up to congratulate the heroes, "And you two..."
"Monsieur Renard.", the male hero said.
"Aspida!", the other greeted.
"Monsieur Renard. Aspida.", the mayor nodded, "Thank you again for aiding in defending our city.", the statement was met with cheers from the onlookers who clapped and took pictures of the two new heroes.
The fox and turtle heroes nodded.
"Um, Mayor Bourgieos...", Ladybug began.
"And you as well Ladybug.", the mayor said having noticed Ladybug. Before she knew it the heroine was swept away to talk with the press and give a statement about the akuma attack.
"Nice moves out there.", Chat said, "Your really worked well with the fox miraculous.", he commented.
"You weren't so bad yourself.", Monsieur Renard thanked for the compliment, "Not to bad for my first time."
For some reason the small compliment made the cat hero smile.
"You were awesome too Aspida."
"Mission Accomplished!", he gave a duel thumbs up.
"Ladybug is going to handle the press.", Chat said, "I think it's time to collect the miraculous back."
The two looked at each other and nodded. With the agreement set the three went to find a secluded place to do the transaction of returning the items. They chose a secluded rooftop, far way enough the no one could spot them. In between two large sections.
"Guess this is as good a spot as any."
The two went to remove their miraculous. The necklace and the bracelet. Releasing the transformation and turning them back to their civilians self.
Monsieur Renard became Donny Morgan's
Aspida was reverted back to Vyga Lyra.
"That was awesome!", Vyga exclaimed.
"That was quite experience.", Donny commented.
"You both were a great help today.", Chat thanked as he retrieved the necklace and the bracelet back, "I trust you both to keep your identities a secret."
"Of course.", Donny smiled proudly.
"Count on us kitty-cat!", Vyga gave a two finger salute. Before going into a small, but excited rant about new idea for a game he was working on.
"You both were a big help today in not only defeating the akuma, but protecting the city.", Chat said.
"Well it was something to be apart of.", Donny said, "Though I never expected to actually be helping the heroes of Paris save the day."
"The only times I ever got to play the hero is in video games.", Vyga admitted, halting from his small rant, "It was so cool!"
"Still thanks again.", Chat said, "Did you need any help getting home?", he offered to take them both home.
"That's fine.", but not necessary, "I actually need to head off and meet up with some friends."
"And I need to add some new specs for the game! Protective Shell Barrier!", Vyga explained before heading towards the fire escape. Donny not far behind.
"Good to have you back.", Donny gave one more smile to Chat before heading off after Vyga. Chat watched them as they made it too the street and to an awaiting car. Recognizing it as Vyga's family car. The two had gotten in before driving away.
"Chat Noir?", the call of his name made the cat hero nearly tilt off the roof, catching himself at the last minute and turning to face his partner.
"Hey Ladybug.", he greeted his partner, "I was just heading over to the meeting spot to drop off the fox and turtle miraculous.", showing both miraculous in hand.
"So they gave them back. No trouble?"
Chat nodded, "Both returned the miraculous and were thanked for their assistance during today's akuma attack.", handing back both miraculous to Ladybug, who, after a quick inspection, deposited them in her yo-yo, to return to the Miracle Box.
"Anyway with the akuma taken care of and miraculous returned, guess it's time to head off.", Chat Noir turned and prepared to head off, "Night."
"Hold on a moment!", Chat quickly stopped mid-jump, feeling a tug on his tail.
"What's wrong?", he turned to look back at Ladybug.
"Your leaving?"
"Well yeah...I mean I need to get back.", hopefully he could make up an explanation for disappearing from his house if his father noticed he was missing. While also playing dumb to the fact he knew two of his friends were superheroes.
"No. I mean you're just leaving when there's all this stuff to talk about."
"Right.", they still needed to talk, "Well my miraculous is on two paw pads.", so he was on a time crunch, "I can meet you after I recharge my miraculous.", that way he could get home and feed Plagg, "How about the Eiffel Tower?", it was one of their usual spots.
"That's...", she shook her head, "I can't. I have some personal things going on in my civilian life.", she mentioned rather cryptically.
"I can...sympathize with that.", Chat mentioned under his breath, "Well maybe we can meet tomorrow.", he offered, "Or we can meet during patrols.", there was a lot they needed to discuss. Hawkmoth, the akuma's, and the new heroes that he had worked with. He also needed to discuss why Ladybug was late to the akuma attack.
"That might be able to work.", they usually do multiple patrols in the morning and night, they could set aside some time to talk.
"Great.", he gave a thumbs up, "So I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta go before I transform back. Night Ladybug.", with a quick turn he took off and headed off. Never looking back to see those dark blue eyes watching him as he jumped into the night.
At Donny's House...
Later that night, while editing some footage for his blog, Donny was surprised to find someone knocking on his window.
"Chat Noir?", he gasped seeing the black leather clad hero outside his window. And now in his room.
"Hey there.", he greeted, "Sorry to just drop in. Hope I'm not disturbing you."
"No, just surprised.", he admitted, "What can I do for Paris's finest cat themed superhero?"
"I just so happened to be purr-using the web and found an interesting message.", Chat mentioned, "Is the invitation for a late night chat still open?"
"I'm all ears.", he nodded.
Chat smiled.
The next morning subscribers and viewers were greeted with a new message alert on their phones. Tomorrow night an exclusive, lie interview would be appearing on 'Breaking Paris News with Donny Morgan's.' Of course people were excited about the the alert and prepared to tone in to see who the mystery interview would be.
Sitting on the edge of a building, legs over the ledge, Chat was scrolling through his communicator. He had been waiting for Ladybug to show up for their Saturday morning patrols. She seemed to be running late, and calling her proved fruitless after the third try. So he decided to do something productive. So after a quick survey in the area he decided to check on his accounts. While his former main Instagram was rather simmered, his newer one was doing quite well. The old was still being filled with some newer comments and such. Including some posts that had been registered as blocked. His newer one 'ASunRisesInParis' was going strong. He made a few comments on his friends posts and even added a shot out to Donny about his surprise livestream tonight.
"Chat Noir.", came the voice of Ladybug as she landed on the rooftop.
"Hey Ladybug.", he greeted, "For a second I thought I was going to have to send out the felines and put up missing posters."
"Sorry about that.", Ladybug apologized, "I had an emergency I had to take care of.", and it ran late.
"It's fine.", he assured, though curious about all these sudden late arrivals, "Is everything okay?"
"It's...not important.", she dismissed.
"Okay. If you're sure."
"I told you it's fine.", she seemed to snap.
"I know.", he held up his hands a bit in defense, "I was just worried. You've been coming late often.", not just in patrols, but battles as well, "I was worried something might have happened to you.", especially when he couldn't contact her, "I wasn't trying to offend you. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I...", she began, pausing for a moment, "I appreciate your concern. I'm just a bit tired."
Chat nodded in understanding.
"I know. These past few days have been less than stable.", with everything going on, "We're both being stretched to keep the city safe. Coupled with civilian life it can become rather stressful.", adding more pressure on them both in and out of the mask, "Just know if you ever need anyone to talk to or vent to I'm ready to lend you an ear. All four of them.", pointing to his head and motioning to the top one's with a couple of wiggles.
"...Thanks Chat.", she sighed, "I needed that."
"What are partners for.", he said with a bit of pride in his tone, "Anyway I guess we should talk about yesterday.", they had faced one of their toughest akuma's to date. Plus there was still the matter of the two heroes and the one's Ladybug had picked. Without him.
"Right that."
"Yeah that.", Chat nodded, "What happened yesterday? You arrived to the akuma battle late and you didn't pick up your communicator when I tried to contact you."
"I was dealing with Miss Judgement at the school.", Ladybug explained, telling Chat she was around the school when the akuma first appeared and had tried to contain her there, "When I used my Lucky Charm it told me I needed to get assistance."
"Okay.", that happened before, "But, when I called you, the communicator said you were unavailable. That only happens if we're not transformed.", the communicator would bounce back since the magic was inactive, "Also what about these new heroes? I thought you said we weren't picking any new miraculous holders."
"We needed assistance.", Ladybug said, "And my Lucky Charm indicated getting extra help."
"Even so you gave out two miraculous to, who I assume, were new people who've never used miraculous before. And apparently two other people found them.", meaning either the holders lost them or were defeated, "Also why couldn't you call me and tell me you were sending in help?"
"It was in the middle of a battle. There wasn't time."
"So there was time to stop in the middle of battle, go to wherever you keep the miracle box, get two miraculous, give them two new holders, and send them into a fight.", which apparently they lost, "You also couldn't call me afterwards?", like when they were headed back into battle, "Not to mention you didn't come into battle until after the akuma had been detained.", which essentially was the whole battle.
"I just got...caught up in a situation and couldn't get back in time.", she said, "The akuma was tricky and difficult."
"True.", Chat admitted, "But, this is about our communication.", or lack there of, "When I couldn't get a hold of you I got worried the akuma had gotten to you and you got hurt. Then finding two new heroes appeared.", who were different from the two Ladybug had apparently picked, "Also did you have to be mean to them after the akuma was defeated?"
"Mean? What does that mean?"
"Besides getting in their faces. You openly accused them of stealing two miraculous after they helped save the city.", Chat pointed out, "You never listen to their side of the story or even thanked them for their assistance."
"I...they weren't even supposed to have those miraculous.", Ladybug said, "You didn't know how they got those miraculous."
"Yeah because I didn't know you made them active.", Chat argued back, "I questioned both of them.", having learned his lesson from the times he was tricked by akuma's and sentimonsters one too many times, "They not only knew about the kwami's, but they also vowed not to speak a word about their identities."
"And even after helping during a dangerous event you didn't once thank them."
"For taking a miraculous and going until a battle unprepared. They could have gotten hurt."
"So could every miraculous holder whose never wielded one.", which was everyone they've dealt with when facing against Hawkmoth, "Even so. They helped out and took the risk.", and deserved credit for that, "Not being pushed aside because they weren't 'picked' or 'chosen'.", it still didn't change the fact they came and helped out. They made the decision to help and use the miraculous.
"If anything you owe them an apology.", Chat stated.
"A-An apology? For what?"
"Accusing them theft and belittling their contributions to help the city.", referring to the comments she made to reporters after Chat left to retrieve the miraculous, "You may not have liked them, for whatever reasons, but you shouldn't also make light of their efforts to help.", citing that even for green horns, they were able to use the miraculous and work effectively as a team. Following orders and helping the people.
"But, they shouldn't have been out there in the first place.", Ladybug had tried to argue, "What if they had gotten hurt? Or misused their powers? Or gotten defeated and lost their miraculous?"
"I'm not saying that couldn't have happened.", but it didn't, "Also, I never once saw the 'heroes' you picked.", only getting small mentions of them. But, if Renard and Aspida had turned up not long after Ladybug made her choices, those chosen must not have lasted long since no one saw hide, hair, tail, or shell of either of them, "What I do know is that Monsieur Renard and Aspida helped defeat the akuma.", and deserved to be treated as such, "Which only proves we need more team members. Permanent ones. For situations like this."
"We can't have permanent team members."
"So what? We just keep bringing in random people with no training.", essentially to keep starting from scratch, "The last akuma proved we can't wait for one another to show up. Especially if one of us get's detoured or can't transform right away.", and having two members decreased the odds of either of them showing up, "And we can't keep training new people on the whims of your 'Lucky Charm', because it only draws out the battle and allows the akuma to get the upper hands.", especially if one of them, usually Chat, had to fight alone, "And with the number of akuma's that keep getting cranked out were going to literally hit the wall sooner than later."
"Are fan girls and boys too much for you?", Ladybug seemed to quip.
"Really?", Chat snorted, "Plus don't be fooled. Fans can be just as ruthless as civilians than any akuma.", especially from what he's witnessed. His fan's as Adrien were still basically on full protection detail. Sending him gifts, emails, and even holding small gatherings outside of College Voltaire. And he had witnessed how they could go into attack mode real quick if something or someone was threatening him.
"I think we've done more than enough to deal with the akuma's.", Ladybug said rather confidently, "We don't need anymore permanent heroes."
"Well until this whole case and investigation is dealt with Hawkmoth is just going to keep turning those 'fan girls and boys' into akuma's.", only now he seemed to be targeting outside bodies as well like what happened with the school board member, "But, until then we need more help."
"With all the former members identities compromised and most of them in legal trouble-", and bad public relations, "We need to think about training new heroes to take their place."
"We also need to set up better communication for when one of us is compromised.", so the other didn't have to worry and know the other was safe. Even if it was just shooting a text or secret word.
"Anything else?"
Chat nodded, "Also when it comes to communication I think we need to server a few ties with certain media platforms."
"What do you mean?"
"The Ladyblog.", Chat brought up, "We need to make it clear that we aren't going to be associated with the site anymore."
"We-aren't? Why?", Ladybug asked.
"Besides the fact that the main 'reporter' and founder of the blog is in legal trouble for multiple offenses.", like assault, bullying, and possible charity fraud, "A few of her family members expressed concerned about her 'obsession' with the blog.", in concerns to filming them and getting into dangerous situations because of it, "Not to mention the sight isn't exactly holding a good credibility with the public. Posting a number of articles that are both false and misinformed.", and was being dealt with dozens of cease and desists from various figures whose she's written about, "We can't risk being associated with the blog.", and had to distance themselves.
"But, the Ladyblog has been going since the beginning.", she mentioned, "Wouldn't that be rather cruel to suddenly distance ourselves from her."
"It wouldn't be worth it to continue to allow her to post those types of stories in the same place she writes/posts about us.", Chat brought up, "Her stories have become not only false, but suspect. And she's made a habit of posting articles without giving full context or proven fact.", just speculation, rumors, and theories, "And now with her misdeeds in her civilian life coming to the for front the creditability and faith among the viewers had hit a low point.", and still declining, "If we don't create a distance she'll use us as little more as means to justify her writings and false statements. Like claiming your over 5,000, that I was an art thief, information about the miraculous and the Order, or preying into our relationships."
"...It's gotten that bad?", honestly she couldn't remember the last time she's checked it.
"Bad isn't the word.", more like tabloid news, "I gave it leeway before because I thought she was genuinely trying to help and show support. But, now it's become nothing more than tabloid gossip and articles about her 'best friend'/information source.", and it was time to stop, "And this latest debacle with the Agreste model had taken it too a new low.", and they needed to cut ties and distance themselves, "It also doesn't help she's using the fact of her 'closes' to the heroes of Paris as justification against critics.", as though they condone her behavior and support her.
"I...", Ladybug sighed, "Maybe I should have a talk with her."
"Don't really think that will help.", Chat sighed, "At this point she's basically cut off from her blog and social media in general.", thanks to her parents pulling the plug on her.
"Still she might listen to me.", since she was the bloggers/former heroes idol.
Chat shrugged.
"Still this means we need to be more careful about dealing with civilians with social media presence.", especially those who wanted to do interviews or articles about them, "We need to make sure their credibility matches their morals.", and that they were more than just what was seen on the screen. And weren't taking advantage of them, "Like Donny Morgon's.", for example.
"Donny Morgan's?"
"A blogger and host of 'Breaking Paris News.", he brought up, "He basically reviews topics and rumors sent in by viewers. And researches them, before giving his evidence if their real or fake."
"And you actually think he's any better than a reporter?"
"He's unbiased and looks at both sides of the argument.", Chat said, "I've watched a few of his shows and it's actually really in depth.", adding how he never just declared something true or false, but gave evidence, sources, and allowed people to make their own decisions, "He's also has quite a following."
"How do you know that?", Ladybug asked.
"I've spotted him from time to time during my patrols and even in my civilian life.", he replied, "He's also done interviews with Clara Nightingale, Thomas Astruc, and even Adrien Agreste.", mentioning how his social media accounts had many pictures of not only Donny, but many of his friends from school and in a few in the city.
"Adrien Agreste? The model?"
Chat nodded, "He did a few guest appearances on Donny's blog. And the two also go to the same school.", making them close friends, "Like during Adrien's last Instagram post..."
"Your on Adrien's Instagram!?", Ladybug sounded shocked, but her sudden exclamation nearly made Chat fall off the roof in surprise.
"Whoa...", he balanced himself, "Give a guy a bit of warning next time.", he nearly had a heart attack from the sudden outburst.
"How are you on Adrien's Instagram?", Chat nodded before showing her the account on his communicator. He had been commenting on a photo he had uploaded to earlier that morning to promote Donny's interviews.
"Well I do have a civilian life.", meaning he of course had social media accounts and outside activities other than being a superhero, "Anyway I've been apart of Adrien's social media for a bit.", not giving a specific time table.
"I thought he got rid of his social media accounts.", no one was able to reach him through social media, "I heard he blocked a lot of people from his accounts and social media circles."
"He only blocked his old classmates from his accounts.", Chat said, "He...decided to stay off for a while.", not wanting to risk getting harrassed by his former classmates and friends. Deciding to unplug for a bit and slowly returning under a new handle just in case. And only giving the account to a select few and was very careful about who he allowed on his accounts, "Why are you so interested in Adrien's accounts?", he asked.
"I'm not interested.", she denied, "Just...you know curious. I mean worried."
"Worried?"
"Well yeah. With everything going on with him and all the drama from his old school of course I would be worried. Anyone would.", she replied.
"I...guess.", of course with the investigations between the Agreste family, the school board, and other outside parties added on pressure to anyone involved. With Adrien being the center of it.
"Plus with all the akuma's popping up, most of them being Adrien's fans, it's highly possible one of them might get more riled up if Adrien goes onto a blog. I mean what if there are questions about the case. What if a fan takes something the wrong way and more akuma's start popping up."
"That does seem like an issue.", Chat seemed to understand, not necessarily agree, "I mean pretty much all of Paris knows what happened at the school. I don't know how more upset his fans could get.", it was a surprise there wasn't an army of akuma's in the street hunting down those who had hurt their precious 'sunshine child' or 'prince' as he was now nicknamed, "Still Hawkmoth is only akumatizing one or two at a time.", usually in one day before going silent for a day or two, "Even Mayura has been absent from fights. And have you noticed that the akuma's haven't been trying to take our miraculous?", thinking back he couldn't remember when Hawkmoth returned to his usual work that any of the newer akuma's once demanded their miraculous.
"Is it really that strange?", Ladybug seemed to sidestep the obvious issue, though finally looked up from Chat Noir's baton still on Adrien's instagram account.
"I mean I think so.", Chat nodded, "Between the akuma's, no Mayura, and disinterest in our miraculous. Plus Hawkmoth hasn't even once tried to akumatize anyone from College Francis Dupont.", at least who wasn't in Mlle. Bustier's class, aka 'The Akuma Class'. Which were a prime group to target, "I have these odd feeling something isn't right.", especially with Hawkmoth and whatever he was up to.
"Um Ladybug, my baton.", Chat Noir pointed out.
"Oh right, this is yours."
"Can't really get around without it.", parkouring across the rooftops with the agility of a cat was fine. But, his baton was his weapon, "Oh! Look what I learned how to do!", taking his baton he held the bag of cookies Ladybug had brought. And pressing on the pad the cookies disappeared in a quick flash of light.
"A container?", it was just like how she did with her yo-yo.
"Yeah. Plagg showed me how to do it.", mostly just so he could store more of his cheese for when he needed to recharge. Still it was cool to be able to do more with his powers, "Anyway, I need to head out.", he had practice in half an hour and needed to get suited up. Plus he had to get ready for his interview with Donny later that day as both Adrien and Chat Noir, "Think about what I told you."
"...yeah. sure.", she seemed to mutter.
"I'll see you at patrol tonight, right?"
Ladybug nodded.
"See you then.", with a two finger salute Chat Noir headed off into the night.
At Donny's House...
It was a close stretch, but Chat Noir was able to make it to the interview at Donny's. The young man transforming one of his dad's studies into a interview set. After a quick meeting and a touch up, the live-stream was ready to commence. One of the questions Donny asked was about Chat's absence weeks prior. Many had wondered what had happened to the other half of the main duo of the Parisian team.
"It was more of a personal situation in my civilian life.", he said, "Someone close to me was hurt really bad. So much he had to be hospitalized.",
"Is he alright?", Donny asked earnestly.
"He's doing better.", Chat replied with assurance, "I've been taking time off to help him with his recovery.", which meant he couldn't go out and do his hero work.
"Well I'm sure all of Paris are happy to have the charming Chat Noir back protecting Paris.", and the chat stream seemed to agree. Filling with positive messages to welcome Chat Noir back to the city.
"Are you saying that Monsieur Renard and Aspida won't be returning back as a hero?", Donny asked and the chat section seemed to share in the confusion and disappointment that the hero wouldn't be returning back.
"Unfortunately it doesn't seem so.", he didn't want to sound sad, but it was the truth.
"Well it looks like we have some questions from out viewers.", Donny said, "Let's take a few questions."
"The first question comes from 'MrPotetoeHead'."
MrPotatoeHead: Hey! Thanks for picking my question. I want to know, What was up with those 'other heroes' that came in at the beginning of the akuma attack?
"You must be referring to Lady Rena and Shells.", the two were believed to be the newest heroes to replace the old ones. Chat gave a rather questioning look. It was the first time he had heard the heroes names.
: Yeah them. No disrespect, but they kind of sucked.
And most of the comment section seemed to agree.
"Not even five minutes after their debut the new heroes were promptly defeated.", as shown in eyewitness testimony and even evidence of the heroes getting defeated within minutes. Drawing rather mixed reviews and comments online about that picks, "While Renard and Aspida were able to not able handle the akuma. But, even aid in the near defeat of Mayura."
AnAllTheTime: The new heroes were amazing!
MydridorBust: Aspida shielded multiple people at once!
WhyCan'tWeBeFri(enemies): Monsieur Renard was untouchable.
PrettyTired: Amazing new heroes. Why can't they stay? :(
"Why can't these heroes become permanent?" Donny asked, turning attention to Chat Noir.
"I'm not entirely sure.", Chat replied, "I agree that both Monsieur Renard and Kelona proved they had control and could work well together.", evidenced by their use of the miraculous and ability to maintain themselves in battle, "I had hoped they would become permanent heroes myself, but it was decided that they weren't the right choices."
"Could you elaborate?"
"Well the miraculous are very...mysterious.", Chat began to explain, "While using them seems simple, there's a kind of bond that needs to be had between them and the user."
"So not everyone can use a miraculous.", Donny surmised.
"Basically."
"So does that mean that Lady Rena and Shell are going to return? Or will new heroes be brought in to take their place?", again this brought more questions from viewers over the possibility of who the new heroes might be.
"So Ladybug picks all the team members?"
"Well not exactly..."
"So how are new members brought in?"
"Well she is the Guardian. She protects them and makes sure they are dispensed properly when needed.", Chat explained, "Monsieur Renard and Kelona weren't the picks for the replacement. However, after the first two were defeated and rendered unable to fight they stepped in to help defeat the akuma."
"And help they did.", Donny nodded, "Whether it was handling a rain of pearls the size of cannon balls or protecting civilians, many agree that Monsieur Renard and Aspida went above and beyond.", again the stream was flooded with positive feedback about the two short term heroes, "Viewers also noticed how you three seemed to meld much better than the first two.", many noting how the two were following out a plan directed by Ladybug. But, quickly feel short, before getting benched, "So the question remains, why can't they return? Why are two skilled individuals being set aside.", to be replaced by others not as skilled, "And why didn't Ladybug bring in other heroes during your absence?", although Hawkmoth had been noticeable absent, it wasn't missed that the heroine was patrolling out alone.
"While I can't fully remark on Ladybug's decisions.", considering he was dealing with his own issues at the time, "But, she has her reasoning for not releasing any other miraculous.", Chat assured, "As you mentioned there was an absence of akuma's.", meaning there was no reason for brining out more heroes.
"Still with the appearance of Miss Judgement and the rise of akuma's, many are wondering about Ladybug's decision making.", Donny brought up, "Especially how she treated you, her partner, during and after the akuma attack."
"I don't know about that..."
"Ladybug arrived late to the battle, leaving you to handle the akuma by yourself.", and while he did hold his own, he was still overwhelmed without assistance, "There was also the issue of her choices of bringing new heroes in mid-battle. And then benching the one's who showed the most promise.", even if they weren't the one's she picked, she still stepped.
"Ladybug was only worried about the miraculous falling into the wrong hands.". Chat defended, "As I said she is the Guardian and has to make sure the miraculous aren't not only safe, but are used correctly.", which includes who got to wield them, "And while I agree that Monsieur Renard and Kelona rose above and beyond. We still have to be careful.", which meant precautions when individuals were given a miraculous, "And Ladybug appreciates the extra assistance."
LemonGlasses: I don't know about that.
Avion360: She didn't once mention them once during the interview with reporters. Except making it sound like they didn't belong there.
"The viewers have a point.", Donny spoke, "After you left, reporters were clambering to learn about the new heroes. Though it seemed to have slipped Ladybugs mind because she didn't seem willing to talk about the temporary heroes.", not even much of a thank you or comments to their actual heroics, "What are your thoughts on your situation?"
"I can't really speak for her.", Chat replied, "It was one of the major akuma attacks in weeks and we were all a bit caught off guard."
LemonGlasses: A simple thank you wouldn't have been so hard.
AbleMable: Talk about cold shoulder. She didn't even give the guys a chance.
CouldCareLess: Was she watching the same fight as everyone else?
AtleastwithLove: What was her deal?
CrescentLuna: Bossy-bug.
"I'm sure Ladybug feels is grateful for Monsieur Renard and Aspida stepping in and helping defeating the akuma. As well as protecting the city.", Chat assured, defending his partner from the negative comments against her, "Even if she doesn't say it, we're both just happy to have protected the city and returned the akuma victim back to normal, "And personally, I hope to one day fight with them. And believe they would have made exceptional heroes."
"Well that's all the time we have for now.", Donny said with a nod of agreement, preparing to wrap up the interview, "Thank you Chat Noir for taking time to come and talk with us."
"Thank you for having me.", Chat smiled and gave one last wave to the camera, "And thank you, everyone, for all your support.", he grinned and gave a wink.
Inside the Miracle Box...
The kwami's were having a conversation about the akuma attack involving Miss Judgement. More importantly the heroes that were chosen before the final two stepped in. It had been going on three days since the incident and some felt it was time to talk about the situation. Especially it concerned the tension between Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Right now Trixx was recalling her short time with her holder, Lady Rena.
"She chocked.", she got overwhelmed by the and ended nearly losing the miraculous, "I was this close to falling into Hawkmoth's grasp.", if not for someone stepping in and finding it first.
"First, she dismisses A...", he burped up some bubbles, "My kitten's idea to bring in new heroes. Then she brings in a new hero on a whim. Then after she's late to an akuma attack at the very place they were supposed to be watching, comes down on my kitten because he defended the one who had Trixx's miraculous.", after retrieving it and making sure the temporary holder kept the secret.
"My kitten shouldn't feel bad because her choice lost the fox miraculous in battle and it got picked up by someone who knew how to use it.", and provided back up to the battle instead of following on Ladybug's heels, "And she wants to get upset about secrets, are you joking?", to say Plagg was pissed was putting it lightly.
"Was it that bad?", Pollen asked.
"Bad isn't the word.", Plagg snorted, "The fox pigtails chose was a complete disaster. And the turtle wasn't any better."
"They weren't...that bad."
"Actually Plagg might be right on that.", Trixx said, "No offense, I mean she was nice enough, but not really much in the imagination department.", she wasted the mirage and left herself open because she didn't underestimated the akuma, "She relied too much on Ladybug giving her orders.", that she didn't think for herself. And when she was in combat she was overwhelmed by the akuma. The turtle was the same. Whose defensive power had been used up quickly in order to protect Ladybug too soon from a hit that could have been easily deflected by simply using his shield.
"And the one that found you?"
"He was actually pretty cool.", Trixx said energetically, "You should of seen him. The akuma couldn't touch him.", literally, "He was even able to summon thousands of clones at once!", something most new holders could never do on their first try, "It was exhilarating!"
"My holder worked quite well with his shield.", and focused more on creating barriers and utilizing it's aspects for more than just one single dome. Even using the shield for offensive and defensive maneuvers.
"We didn't even have to use the Lucky Charm item.", Plagg added rather proudly at that fact. His kitten had done well and having a partner allowing him to get more action in helped him stretch his possibilities. Instead of acting as bait or a distraction. He was able to make his own plan and act as the leader.
"If the akuma was defeated than what was the issue?", the other kwami's asked.
"The issue was that after Chat Noir collected the fox miraculous and turtle miraculous from the temporary holder. Pigtails got upset because he wouldn't tell her who the temporary heroes were and because he had the 'audacity' to request that both be made permanent heroes.", Plagg frowned, "She had the nerve to try to make my kitten feel bad because he wouldn't tell her someone's identity. Then tries to make a speech about trusting each other and not keeping secrets.", it was enough to make Plagg force a de-transformation just so he could smack her right across the face for even bringing up the notion of trust.
"Ladybug was rather harsh on Chat Noir.", Trixx seemed to agree that her critique was rather unneeded, "She even tried to go after my temporary holder.", before Chat stepped in and defended the temporary holder.
"Well Ladybug was just worried.", Tikki replied, "She did pick someone specifically for both miraculous."
"And they lost them because she couldn't control the powers properly and were overwhelmed by the akuma.", Plagg rebutted, "What did she want the villain to find them? Would that be better?", of her picks being defeated and falling into the enemies clutches.
"I'm not saying that.", Tikki shook her head, "But, we must remember she is the Guardian. She was picked to protect the miraculous and make sure they are properly used."
"That still doesn't give her the right to talk to my chosen however she feels because her 'choices' don't work out.", and make his kitten feel bad for something he can't control, "If the 'Guardian, had actually listened to my chosen we could have had four new heroes last week.", one of which was the one who found Trixx, "Instead she get's upset for my chosen doing his job.", which was to protect the city and defend against Hawkmoth and defeat the akuma.
"Ladybug did pick holders.", Tikki said, "The job of the Guardian is a huge responsibility for one person."
"And how many times has my kitten offered to help her? How many times has he asked her 'how she is?' or 'are you okay?' or 'do you need me to do anything for you?'", every time they were together, "But, no. Your holder keeps being stubborn and get's more short with him. She won't even let him give recommendations for possible holders or even consider his plans.", even when their most defiantly plausible plans, "I will not have my kitten keep getting put in danger just to rub your chosen's ego.", because she's stressed from all the responsibilities she hoarded onto herself and refuses to let anyone else help her with, "If anything my kitten should be tearing into her. She nearly missed an entire akuma attack just to bring in some newbies that didn't even last half the battle. She's been late for patrols, doesn't pick up when Chat calls, and, as stated, has been getting short with my kitten because he's trying to help."
"I told you Ladybug is under a lot of stress."
"So is my kitten.", Plagg countered, "Guardian or not, she needs to learn to unwined before that head of hers pops right off.", it was already feeling with hot air.
"While your point is valued Plagg.", Wayzz said, "You also have to think about Ladybug's current position."
"Besides being the Guardian, she is also in charge of protection the remaining miraculous, choosing new holders, and protecting the city.", which was a lot of weight on one person, let alone a child, "Then having her partner disappear for over a week without telling her.", leaving her alone to watch over the city.
"Then you should understand that my kitten is under a lot of stress too!", Plagg argued.
"Vacations are stressful?", Dizzy commented.
"What was that about a vacation?", Plagg questioned.
"Tikki told us that Chat Noir was absent because he had taken a vacation outside the city.", Trixx stated.
Plagg turned to eye Tikki. His other half, with a cold gleam in those large green eyes. The kwami of creation shrank back under the gaze.
"You didn't tell them!?", there was a rumble in the Miracle Box. Even in small doses Plagg's destructive energy could level cities and bring monuments to rumble.
"We had a deal!"
"Plagg please calm down..."
"I will not calm down.", he hissed each word, "You...you...!", again the miracle box rumbled. Items began to crack and crumble to dust. As negative energy filtered from the destruction gods body.
"Plagg stop!", Wayzz pleaded, "You're going to destroy the entire miracle box!", and possibly all of them.
"My kitten wasn't 'missing in action' or left without notice.", Plagg stated, "He was in the hospital."
"Hospital?", the other kwami's gasped.
"Yeah.", there was a solemnness in Plagg's voice, "He got hurt. Really hurt.", to the point Plagg was afraid he wasn't going to make, "I was watching over him from the moment his bodyguard's took his beaten, bruised, and barely unconscious body to the hospital. When he was rushed into the ICU. When he was hooked machines with wires all over, one just to help him breathe right. I was there through everything.", and he continued to be.
"For weeks my kitten, my chosen, my partner has been suffering. He's been through Hell and back.", but he did it, he survived.
"I do not joke when it comes to my kittens.", he was destructive being, but he was also a loyal being that protected his kittens tooth and nail, "I will not lose another kitten.", not an akuma, not to a person, not even to his own kind, "Just keep pushing me.", and they'll really see how deep his spite could go.
"Tikki, did you know about this?", Wayzz questioned as the other kwami eyed Tikki with questioning eyes. The kwami of creation felt trapped with all those eyes on her.
"I...did.", she couldn't lie, "I knew that Plagg's holder was unable to aid in battle due to...medical circumstances."
"You mean nearly getting beaten to death!", Plagg corrected harshly, "He was falsly accused and beaten!"
"And you didn't tell any of us?"
"It was...very complicated."
"This is serious.", Wayzz spoke, "You knew that a holder was injured, "Worst of all your own holder, the Guardian, was a part it."
"She didn't do anything.", Tikki argued.
"Yeah, just stood back and let my kitten get beaten by those vermin who had the nerve to call themselves heroes.", he spat feeling the venom boiling in his blood, "The same one's who you begged me not to curse.", and he was thinking of doing much worse to all of them, including the so called Guardian.
"Since you didn't want to talk then I will.", and no one was going to stop him, "Basically our great and kind Guardian decided that since she believed my kitten didn't have her back, she decided to throw him to the wolves."
"So that gives her and them a reason to hurt my kitten. To beat him so bad he ended in the hospital. Nearly blind in one eye, multiple bone fractures, and the blood.", so much blood, "My kitten can barely sleep because of nightmares. He has to go to therapy for his anxiety. He still has bruises, which don't even compare to the mental scar's he's going to have.", those don't just go away, "My kitten had to suffer because apparently no one, not even the Great Guardian, has the common sense of a rock at the bottom of the ocean.", and he was being generous on that comparison.
"There is literally a million ways your 'holder' could have handled one mortal girl.", if it was up to him he would have destroyed her tongue and be done with it, "But, no, she decides to listen to her 'heart' because she doesn't want to upset the boy she 'loves. Tell me, did that include sending her so called love to the hospital and then acting like nothing happened.", he glared, "Or was he supposed to learn a lesson for actually trying to find some good in people. After wallowing in self pity and realize what a bad person he is for giving advice. Or maybe he was going to crawl on his knees and apologize to your holder like you and everyone else expects. Because apparently everything is his fault and he deserves to suffer!"
"Because if that's love then I think my kitten is better single."
"The bottom line is you broke our deal. You didn't fulfill any part of our agreement.", not one bit, "So you know what curses all around!"
"Let's put this to a vote.", Wayzz spoke, "All those in favor of Emergency Transference.", he announced to the other kwami.
"An Emergency Transference?"
"We haven't done something like that in centuries."
"That is true.", Wayzz confirmed sadly, "This kind of ritual is only done in the most unique and dire situations. When a Guardian has lost their way or the responsibility becomes to much to bare.", the kwami's were able to transfer the title of Guardian to another without the current Guardians renouncing the position themselves, "But, given the situation, it's clear the current Guardian has become unable...unfit to continue her duties."
"But Wayzz..."
"Tikki this is serious.", the turtle said, "Given the large stack of evidence it's clear that the current Guardian has allowed personal bias in making judgement calls. Just today she put people's lives in danger to give miraculous to untrained individuals on a whim after she so happened to meet them once.", while chastising her own partner because he unknowingly worked with individuals Ladybug didn't pick, "Which apparently pales into comparison to her allowing an individual, an innocents, to be beaten. More dire is that it was her own partner."
"And you, after making a deal with your significant other half, broke a promise. Allowing your partner to make more wild assumptions. Not only about her partner's heroic ethics, but not allowing him any input into the process of building a team."
"And this isn't the first time.", Plagg added, "Whenever Ms. All Great and Knowing, does something 'selfless', it goes south. And someone else has to pay for it.", especially his kitten, "And since you want to keep bringing up the debacle of New York. Need I remind you that my kitten wasn't even going until your holder put her nose in and got him sent there.", because she just had to get him to New York, "Her so called 'crush' is basically an excuse to justify the selfish things she does not only for herself, but to people.", which general ends with something going wrong because she makes the wrong assumptions or does something without thinking of the consequences, "Which includes going after every girl that might have a chance with my kitten."
"She claims he hates lairs and people who think there better than everyone else. She so full of holes she could be Lady-Swiss."
"As long as she has this weight on her shoulder she's just going to keep making these mistakes because she refuses to let someone else carry it.", no one was forcing her to do it, except herself, "She refuses to let anyone help her or even share any information with my kitten, her partner. Using the guise of rules she barely even follows, let alone understands. But, will lecture my kitten when he tries to do things his way. Because she assumes she knows him.", but she doesn't, "I am sick of this double standard when it comes to Ladybugs.", between the training and the added benefit it was becoming more of a liability, "Had this been your holder this wouldn't even be a discussion.", if anything like what happened to his kitten happened to anyone else, especially the Ladybug holder, Tikki would have not only chewed his head off. But, would have hunted down everyone one involved or associated, and wanted to do any horrible thing imaginable, "My holder my not be the best by usual standards. He's goofy, makes cheesy puns, and doesn't usually makes the best decision.", but that was who he was, "But, when it comes down to it my kitten sharpens his claws and gives it his all.", rising to the occasion to be a hero and help others.
"So you can forget the whole 'she made a mistake and learned from it' or 'she's dealing with a lot of emotions because of her duties' or 'she's young and will make mistakes. But as long as she apologizes and tries to fix them everything will be okay' and shove it where the sun don't shine because I literally do not care!", he wasn't going to lay back and let his kitten be demeaned and be placated anymore, "You threw my holder under the bus to spare your holders 'feelings'. You refuse to be the voice of reason for which you are titled for. You allow her to continue to make these mistakes and smoke screen everyone while using her duties as a get out of jail free card.", because she didn't want her holder to feel guilty and keep her spirits boosted. And to keep Plagg from reigning vengeance on the pigtailed girl, "The same holder who is now trying to use her position to make my kitten, a victim, feel guilty because his fan's are getting akumatize because they actually want to get him justice. He has to feel bad because strangers have shown more sympathy and emotion than the 'Jewel of Paris', the 'Lucky Lady', and 'Heroine of Paris'. That because he decided he wasn't going to be strung along and actually try to get some justice for himself. And yet someone he's too blame when Hawkmoth decides to get back to work."
"Plagg does have a point darling.", Kallki said, "There is nothing elegant or glamourous about throwing blame on others.", and the other kwami's seemed to agree.
"Well after hearing both arguments, I believe it's time to vote.", Wayzz spoke, "Kwami's, make your decision."
To Be Continued...
A/N: To those inquiring I am planning to finish both Fox Tails and True Friends this year. I have no set time, but I am in the editing process.
Please remember to comment and review. There's like two chapters left.