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Maddie smiled through the crack of Danny's door, watching the large group of teenagers. They were sprawled out across the floor, half eaten food and drinks on the verge of spilling into the carpet littered the area around them.

Randy was furiously shaking his fist, before he released the pair of dice as hard as he could against the board. The pieces rocketed forward, nearly hitting Jake.

Jake gave him a glare and Randy just laughed through his apologies. Danny moved the pieces for him, since they were closest to him. Adrien was on his stomach, head resting on his arms. His accent floated through his words as he teased Randy for his lack of progress.

Sam and Trixie lay on the bed, phones out as they watched the four play the board game. Howard was half asleep on a bean bag chair near Randy, occasionally offering his advice that Randy took every time. Spud and Tucker were not at the computer like she thought they would be, but instead crowded around a large stack of papers as they took turns highlighting. Jazz was curled up in a chair, a blanket laying across her still form and a book falling from her hands.

Maddie shut the door as gently as she could before walking downstairs to the kitchen. Jack was bent over a project on the table, his welding mask hiding his face as the sparks flew.

He stopped and lifted it, giving the metal parts an appreciative look. Maddie danced over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He caught her in embrace. "Well you're sure happy aren't you Mads?"

"Of course I am." She melted into his arms, "Everyone's home."

Love

"It's a simple question." Danny demanded, slapping his hand on the table.

Adrien crossed his arms, a defiant look in his eyes. "No it's not."

Jake and Randy sat back, eyes flickering back and forth between the other two. Plagg was grinning at the staring match from his spot in Randy's hair.

Danny scowled and shoved the objects of the argument forward. "Yes. It is actually. Why are you being so difficult about this?"

"Why are YOU being difficult?" Adrien countered. Can't my love be shared equally?"

"Not when it concerns this." Danny pointed sharply at Randy and Jake, who both twitched at the sudden movement. "It's not like I'm asking you which of us you like more-"

"Probably Randy."

"Schweet!"

"Dawg that's not fair."

Danny glared at the blonde.

Adrien scoffed "What? You're asking me which cookie I love the best. That is SO not fair."

Power

Jake pressed the buttons harder, nearly tilting over the side of the couch.

Marinette was his opponent, who definitely did not pull any punches.

A few sparks, a splatter of pixels, and Jake was finally defeated.

The others clapped and cheered and teased behind them. Jake placed the controller down and reached his hand over to Marinette. The girl gripped his hand.

"Good game!" She exclaimed brightly.

"It was a good game." Jake nodded, releasing his hand from Marinette's powerful grip. "How'd ya get that last move to land?"

"It's the best move that has the perfect balance between speed and power." Marinette shrugged. "I just chose the perfect time to use it. You had some pretty good moves to."

"Thanks. Yo! Who's turn is it?!"

Voice

Randy grabbed the glass and chugged the contents down before Danny could utter one word of protest.

"I can't believe you never told us." Adrien said.

"Man I can't believe that-" Jake gestured to the instrument around Randy's neck, "-is an actual thing."

"Dude I can't believe you just drank that stuff." Danny wrinkled his nose. "I smelled raw eggs in it."

Randy wiped his mouth, "Eggs don't have a smell. I've smelled them."

"Yeah they do." Danny and Jake said together.

"You guys also have a heightened sense of smell." Adrien pointed out.

"Doesn't matter." Randy waved them off. "Heidi drinks the same stuff. Keeps my voice from giving out in the middle of a song."

Warrior

Jake sighed, shaking his head at his friends' actions.

Adrien fell for the umpteenth time, Plagg cackling in the air next to him. Defeated he lay on his back, making faces at the tiny kwami.

Danny was actually doing pretty good. Until Gramps tossed a slightly glowing stone under him, ridding the halfa access to his powers. He fell off too, pouting at the elder man.

Randy was….well he got bored and was sentenced to sit on the couch indefinitely for kicking the broom into a wall.

Jake felt himself tip and angled himself for the couch, nearly landing on Randy's legs.

Adrien lifted his head up, "You know, this is like those old fashion ninja movies I watched a little while back."

"What?"

The other three looked at him with odd looks on their faces.

Adrien sat up with a grin, "An old master, trained in the ways of old finds four young heroes with the potential to be the chosen ones to defend their homes! But to do so, they undergo the training of the warriors past-"

"Stooooooop!" Plagg moaned, coming to a rest on his holder's shoulder. "You're sounded like those stupid cartoons you watch."

Hurt

Adrien, Danny, and Jake stood around Randy's room awkwardly.

Howard rolled his eyes. "What the juice are you guys doing?"

"We aren't really sure how to help." Danny shrugged.

"Usually our help only leads to hurt prides and egos." Jake commented.

Adrien nodded in agreement. "I couldn't look Ladybug in the eyes for days after the Dating Incident."

The small talk was interrupted when Randy walked in, head down and hands in his pockets. Immediately the other four surrounded him demanding answers.

Randy waved them off, "It's ok guys, really."

A grin slowly stretched across his face and he pulled out a slip of paper, "I finally got her number!"

Draw

Plagg peeked around the corner, before giving the all clear. Adrien, Jake, and Randy tiptoed around and headed for the thick notebook on the table.

Jake cupped his ear and whispered, "Ear of the dragon."

One of his ears transformed into their red, scaled version. He listened carefully for the light footsteps before nodded to the other two. Randy and Adrien carefully lifted the cover, taking care not to move the notebook from its spot. Jake joined them quickly, his dragon ear fading back into his normal one.

Pencils, inks, markers, crayons, colored pencils, charcoals, chalks, oil pastels, and some watercolor decorated the pages inside. Loose papers from homework covered in doodles with amazing details borne of pens and pencils.

The snooping trio looked at the pages in awe and happiness. Adrien turned the pages with the utmost care, not wanting to smudge or rip anything.

Randy practically had stars in his eyes when he caught sight of himself, as the Ninja, posed dramatically on the rooftop of a building. The lighting from a penciled sun sending shadows across the face. His pictured self looked ready to leap off the page and straight into battle.

Jake let out a soft gasp at an inked picture of his dragon form, fire spilling out of his mouth. The red ink made his drawn scales glisten in the imagined flames.

Adrien paused at a drawing made from markers. It was his Eiffel Tower, lit up in the Parisian night. Two lone figures could be seen silhouetted at the top, watching over their city.

They continued going through the sketchbook. Ghosts, people, heroes, monsters, landscapes, and events filled the pages. Sam curled up in a rose, Tucker lounging in a throne and adorned in Egyptian jewels, a destroyed city, a creepy sarcophagus, Randy and Howard on stage with their instruments, Adrien looking bored at shoot, Jake dancing in a New York subway.

Eventually they reached the end, marked by the blank pages not yet filled with Danny's artwork. Adrien carefully shut it.

Randy sighed, "I wish he would have told us he could draw so well."

"Sam and Tuck says he doesn't think he's good enough." Jake shrugged, "Self esteem issues. I get that."

Adrien grinned at them, "We can wait until he decides to tell us before we tell him we've been peeking at his sketchbook."

Stubble

Adrien was incredibly wary of going to his friend's houses at first.

Danny's parents still didn't know his secret, so he always stumbled over his words and ended up babbling in French before he felt comfortable.

Randy's was strange. His parents were hardly ever home and Randy always brushed it off with either "work" or "at a friend's house". Though there were a couple of people who dropped by every now and then that walked in to check on them.

Jake's was perhaps the most difficult to get used to to, for everyone. Ever since Hong Kong, secrets didn't matter in that house.

Jonathan Long grabbed Adrien in hug, the slight stubble on his chin tickling Adrien's face. "Good to see you boys again!" He released the blonde to trap Randy and Danny into hugs as well. "Heading off?"

"Meeting the others at Gramps shop." Jake succumbed to his father's hug as well before expertly slipping out of the grasp. "There's a quick leprechaun deal I need to take care of before we head for lunch."

Mr. Long chuckled and waved them off, "Well don't get into too much trouble bucko. It's your turn to do dishes."

"Wouldn't miss it," Jake drawled as the quartet headed out the door.

Fly

Blasts of green left smoking holes in the trees.

Ninja rings were embedded where sword slices weren't.

Burnt trees were doused in ice.

One tree was a completely disintegrated mess of rotted sticks and dead leaves.

Plagg shook his head tiredly at the four teenagers. Adrien stood next to his transformed friends, one of the Ninja's weapons in his hands as he continued their battle.

"Of all the things you all deal with, you can't squish one. single. FLY?!"

Eyes

Alya stared across street at the group of boys. Marinette nudged her, "You're staring."

"I'm aware of that."

Marinette's face filled her view and Alya took a step back.

"Don't you think the Americans are super weird?" Alya questioned her.

"They're Americans." Marinette said as if that explained everything.

Alya rolled her eyes, "Other than that. Like….not human weird."

Marinette hummed, joining her friend in staring at the group. "You're right. They must be vampires."
She laughed when Alya pushed her shoulder.

"No but seriously. What do you mean?"

"….Their eyes. Actually Adrien's too. They just kinda have this look in them. That and Danny's are just too bright. I thought I saw them glowing at the movies a couple weeks ago."

Marinette shook her head with a giggle, "I think you've been reading too many comics again."

Alya lifted her chin and stared down her friend, "You get that look sometimes too." Suddenly she gasped. "What if all of them are super heroes!?"

The two girls stared at the American boys just as Randy ran into a light post.

"Nope. Never mind." Alya laughed. "There is no way those dorks are superheroes."

Marinette giggled with her.

Formal

Danny leaned against the railing, watching the party goers inside with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

Randy was leaning over the edge, bow tie undone and his feet lifted in the air.

Jake was sitting on the rail himself. "Dawg if you fall I'm not gonna catch you."

Randy stared at the ground in quiet contemplation. "I wonder if the party will end early if there was a tragic accident."

Adrien shot him an alarmed look, "Please don't throw yourself off the balcony just to save us from boredom."

"I was actually thinking of throwing Cheese Creep off."

Danny snorted. "That'll make headlines. '14 year old kid grabs multi millionaire Vlad Masters and throws him off third story balcony at his own party because of boredom'."

Adrien shrugged off his jacket and threw it with the others laying in a pile. "I've been to a ton of these sort of parties, and they're all pretty dull. But this one is beyond boring."

Jake nodded, "That must be Draculame's newest diabolical plan: boring us to death with formal parties."

"Well it's working." Randy muttered, leaning even further over the edge.

Danny reached over and snagged his collar, pulling him back. "Howard would kill us if he found out we let you fall off a balcony."

Randy grinned at his friends. "You shoots wouldn't let me hit the ground. Plus I have my mask. I'd be fine!"

"It's the thought that counts." Adrien said.

Footsteps were heard walking toward them. Vlad stepped on the balcony, frowning at the sight of the four boys lurking outside.

"Daniel, when I allowed you to bring your.…friends," They could hear the blatant distaste in that last word. "I had assumed you would actually socialize with the guests and not sulk on the balcony."

"Would homicide or suicide make this party more lively?" Randy asked the older man brightly.

Vlad's eye twitched slightly. "Randall, what are you-"

"Homicide man!" Jake exclaimed as he shot a grin at Vlad, "They always got a scandal to go with."

"Now Jacob-"

"That's right Jake!" Danny cut in. "It's all about the mystery. People love solving murder mystery."

Adrien didn't join in with their joking, years of formalities towards the one percenters that flocked fashion shows and similar parties had him holding his tongue. But that didn't stop him from turning away and snickering under his hand.

Vlad's face was set in a scowl.

Danny grinned, "Sorry Vladdie. Us teenagers are just so unreliable and naive. I don't think we'd be any help to your business contacts. We might just say something wrong."

"And if that happens I might just let something slip to your parents." Vlad turned on his heel and stalked out.

The four boys watched him go.

"….Can we all agree to never go to another one of Vlad's formal parties?" Adrien asked.

"Agreed." Came the unanimous agreement.

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