"Mia, please. You've been cooped up ever since we eluded capture once again."
"There's nothing left. I have no more purpose."
Angered Erika slammed her hands on the desk
"Fine! If you want to be that way you can go ahead and sulk here. Me? I'm tired of hiding in this shack. It's about time I got myself some fresh sunshine."
"Suit yourself."
"Don't mind if I do."
With that Erika stepped out. She needed to get out. It was too stuffy in there and she had just exhausted herself trying to get her friend to do anything. Ugh! Now without the desire to revive their leader Hatsune Miku, Mia had become a shut-in. Not even her kwami Duusu or Tikki could get her to go outside. Well Erika wasn't having any more of that, nor would she force her friend to get a life.
Ah! Haven't seen the sun in days
"Hm? Do I know you?"
Oh shit that homeless guy knows who I am! I've got to tell Mia.
"Eh, must be my imagination. My vision's gotten all so worn out over the years. Come! I haven't had company in such a long time."
He doesn't expect a thing. I think we can use him.
"I'd love to accompany you but you see…"
"You've lost someone, didn't you? That or you're down your luck? Driven to poverty like I have?"
No, geez this guy is such a buffoon.
"it's awful. They took everything away. I begged them but they wouldn't let me."
Ha. Sucker, what an idiot.
"You couldn't pay your rent, that it?"
"Exactly! I've been such a law-abiding citizen yet because my boss doesn't like me, he fires me and then trumps up a whole false report on me. Now I can't get a job."
Hook line and sinker.
"That's a real shame. Been there too. I tell you, the government ain't got it cut for us. Here. You want this Subway?"
-ngh. No. You've already eaten half of it.
"I couldn't ever do such a thing. You should finish it. I think I'll manage."
"Suit yourself."
Disgusting. Who does he think he is? If I wasn't hiding from the local law enforcement I'd shrink you down. You're lucky I don't have time for-
"Just hope the people in Japan are doing alright."
?
"This hasn't been confirmed but I've heard a rumor that thing's aren't going so peachy over there."
"What do you mean?"
"There's some claims that some cosplayer in a red furry fox costume has gotten power-mad. The only problem is, he-"
"Don't speak nonsense!"
I turned around. Mia's out? Why now? She looks a bit pissed.
"There's no way that little shit would ever resort to something like this."
"Wait. You know him? That deluded furry cosplayer?"
"Believe me. I know who you're talking about. And as much as I'd love to hear you badmouth him, I cannot rest easy hearing such lies. Now tell me the truth!"
Mia grabbed the homeless man by the throat.
"Wait a minute. You're-"
With a quick squeeze Mia crushed the homeless man's throat. Hmph! Ignorant fool. She would not be mocked by the tarnishing of her enemy's name. Mia rummaged through the dead man's rags and clothes. Ah. Found what I was looking for.
"Glad to see you're finally getting some sunlight."
"Yeah, well it was getting too stuffy in there and besides. If you got caught it wouldn't be long before I would also be. Now come on. We've got some window shopping to do."
"But wouldn't people know who we are?"
"I've got that covered."
Mia placed on a pair of earrings.
"Tikki, Spots On!"
Of course. The only reason why Chijinda and his friends were able tell who we are even with the masking effects of our Miraculous suits is because we already have a powerful personal relationship with each other, albeit as enemies. The kwamis told us no one would be able to recognize us based on our appearance yet Chijinda- well, now that I think about it, he is psychic so maybe the suits don't guard against mind powers. Still, with the added boost to luck from Mia's Ladybug Miraculous, even assuming someone does figure out who we are, we have a much better chance of getting out unscathed. And with Plagg's Cataclysm, I can make short work of anyone foolish enough to try and apprehend us.
"Plagg, Claws Out!"
With us now both transformed we abandoned the alleyway where we had been hiding. Soon the Federal Bureau of Investigations will come a knocking and I'd rather not have to use Plagg's destructive powers on such weak worms. What a waste of time that would be.
Hm?
I can hear the people around us whispering something, but no. It's not about us.
"Did you hear about that red furry freak?"
"Yeah, those poor Japanese."
"Poor? Please. What? Are they that incompetent?"
Huh. So there's this rumor going around about some overpowered fox furry cosplayer tearing up Japan. Amateurs. This is so not worth our-
Mia?
While Erika was distracted with the various whispers of the public, Mia found her eyes fixated on one of the wide billboard television screens.
No way. It was Japan alright but it looked so similar to how their history books depicted the catastrophic events of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But that would mean one of the nation superpowers decided to forgo peace.
The scene changes. it's one of Japan's most public squares. There, a lone red fox cos-player is seeing single handedly murdering the entire SDF deployed there, blitzing through them comparable to a butter knife and they margarine.
Pft. As if some cheap video editing is going to fool us. Yeah, no way Mia is going to-
Mia?
"Heh. That's some shoddy editing. No way in hell anybody's going to fall for that." Mia scoffed. These idiots. Getting themselves worked up so easily. It was easy to see why America was the land of the triggered. Land of the Free? Ha! More like the Land of-
"You want me to spare your lives?"
Oh shit. I recognize that voice. But why would he-
"Probably one of their modulated voice ai's."
Yeah. There is a type of technology where you feed it voice samples and combined that with facial data and you can make an artificial intelligent avatar of anyone. The results can get pretty damn accurate. I admit I myself sometimes have fallen victim for their antics. Still, you would believe with the inclusion of this technology, the U.S would at least do away with social media posts being evidence that can be submitted to the court but nope. Not sure how the U.S government handles these matters especially given they can't tell the difference between the actual person and some augmented poser. Oh well.
Back in Japan…
Sirens are blaring, the streets littered with dead people and a trail of fire cackles behind. Inside a department store, a man gasps for breath. There is no way the paramedics will get to him in time. The ER will not even go outside. Footsteps. A man is walking through the alleyway. He purveys the various merchandise before stepping into an abandoned store.
Hm. I think I'll take that.
Grabbing an assortment of items the man causally walks out of the store.
"Hey! You're not supposed to be in here. Who are you?"
Hm? Looks like Chijinda forgot someone. No matter.
The security guard run towards the visage of the man in the smoke.
?
Had he been imagining things? He could've sworn he saw someone there. Must've been a trick of the light.
?
F-fuck no! What the fuck is that?!
As the pink haired man strolled forwards, behind him the security guard was ripped limb from limb by a tall, lanky creature with gray skin and sharp claws. As soon as it finished it guzzled the remains of the security guard down.
"Nicely done."
4 more of the same creature strolled in surrounding the pink haired man. Lowering their necks to the ground they began to sniff before scampering off.
Whew. I better be more careful. That security officer almost managed to learn about my existence. If my pal wasn't here, I don't know the next part of our plan would've succeeded. Heehehee. Yes. It's thanks to my genius, I had this contingency plan just in case Chijinda does turn back. I'm quite sure they'll give people quite the fright.
The pink haired man walks into an apartment building.
Hm. Now what to do with all this stuff? I'll suppose I'll have to write them off my tax forms- oh wait. That's right. One of my champions made short work of those people. Besides, I have superpowers. Do you honestly think some agent from the IRS is going to make me cough me up some dough? I'll just send them to the grave or have it arranged like I've done before. It's soo exhilarating. Hehehehee. Oh the carnage and bloodshed really lifts my spirits up. Yeah that brute could've accepted me as a disciple but no. Well it's a good thing she died. Now he can learn the best lesson of all.
So go ahead. Chijinda. You've bottled up those emotions for far too long. Feel free to let them all out. Indulge yourself. There's plenty more, ahahahaha!
Elsewhere in Japan…
The Red Fox admired his handiwork. Those fools had rejected her help even after she had saved them countless number of times and now they would pay dearly. 0.2% of Japan's total population had been reduced, i.e. killed off solely as the handiwork of the Red Fox. If they were afraid of Narue, such fears did no occupy their minds right now. Whereas if a hostile giantess were to invade, Japan's SDF could with immense difficulty stall them and potentially deter them, which isn't saying much because when you have a world where becoming enlarged is a very real possibility, you tend to try to come up with counter measures. No, it was one thing to deal with titans, but this super-powered fox cosplayer was on a level of destruction all his own.
If there's any course of relief for the people of Japan, it is that the current supermonster is only that of a normal sized human being, and while his speed is greatly enhanced, there's only so much ground he can cover at a time. Additionally, in his anger the Red Fox had destroyed several cruisers and aircrafts which is a problem to his rampage but a sign of relief for the people of Japan as it means the spread of his destruction is greatly slowed down.
It's funny really. A Miraculous user can breathe just fine in outer space while transformed and yet without a special powerup, with the exception of aquatic based Miraculouses, they would drown. And when you're that toiled by anguish you tend to forget to eat. The Red Fox didn't need to eat however. Hungry? That was but a distant sensation. Only one thing filled his mind, driven by a single purpose.
"Die! Die! Dieee!"
The Red Fox screamed as he skewered the pedestrians. You would think by now the people would've wisen up and perhaps stop strolling around in the streets when there's a psychotic and highly intelligent supermonster running around killing everyone, but alas stupidity is just the norm. To be fair to a couple of them, the Red Fox would also destroy real estate and although he was on occasions seen in their subway metro system, the Red Fox preferred to hunt above ground. Still, not even the trains were safe. And so, while it would make sense to move about, for some stupid reason, the people just didn't treat the whole ordeal as though it were a life or death emergency. Perhaps they saw it as a part of everyday life. Even still, their lack of comprehension at the stakes was short of appalling.
Hopefully no one figures out the only group Chijinda has not targeted, the Chief thought to himself. As soon they figure out the Red Fox is not attacking the Agency or our direct allies, not only will our reputation be done for, we'll be done for. Even though it's highly likely Chijinda will spare us, from that day forwards we will be seen as a criminal organizations to the likes of the Advance Sciences Societies, possibly even worse.
Return to us, Chijinda…
Sipping a bitter cup of coffee, the Chief ran through the database of reported deaths and incidents involving the Red Fox. He sighed. If these deaths kept going, he would have no choice but to reveal the existence of the Miraculous. Else, how then would the public know the one weakness of the terror that occupied the streets? No matter the attack power, the Red Fox would swat them away like a sqam of gnats. Perhaps I should call Saitama? No… don't be foolish. Even the One-Punch hero has his own weaknesses and combined with Chijinda's psychic powers and his current psychosis, he wouldn't last a second. Even Saitama would be dead.
For those of you wondering why this is the case, remember. Saiatama's powers are exclusively physical. His fists can one shot any physical entity they come in contact with and his movement speed allows him to dodge any physical attack short of teleportation. Without the proper gears however, Saitama would be defenseless against spirits (seeing how they are incorporeal he obviously wouldn't be able to hit them) and he remains highly vulnerable to being tele-fragged. And while the Fox Miraculous does not grant teleportation, it was too far of a risk to consider calling him in since this empowered version might be able to. Lastly there was the case of Accelerator and his control over vectors, though fortunately this did not seemed to be the case for Chijinda. For while the Red Fox was significantly much faster and stronger than his base form, seeing that he was constantly on the move could only mean he did not share Accelerator's abilities.
"No, no- Stop!"
The cries of this father are ignored as his son is strung high on the powerlines.
Creadcks.
His young boy tumbled down and as he did, the back of his spine plied itself as though a needle had looped through and was pulling a string of thread, the thread being of course a euphemism. The boy plunged towards the pavement though of course there was no point. With a thud all that remained was a puddle of fried intestines. The high voltage powerline then ignited the liquid on the pavement causing a huge explosion.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Who could possibly be driving a train right now of all times? Whoever this foolish train conductor was, he or she would pay dearly.
The Red Fox smirked as he braced his back against one of the tall steel support frames. With a simple shove the support frame got serious bent out of place. The train roamed faster and faster. They were going to die and there was nothing they could do about it. Satisfied at his work, the Red Fox ran of to another district.
"We're going to die! We're going to die! Oh god! I'm so not ready for this!"
"Quit your yelling!"
"Aiieee!"
Obviously the people in the train are in a state of panic. They are about 35 meters off the ground inside a moving tube of metal. The train will smash onto the pavement below and it will do so while standing straight up. Even if by some miracle some of them do survive the initial impact, the shockwave which would result next would rupture every organ of every passenger on board. Of course, not all of them know this, but they do know enough to appreciate the situation on hand.
Closer, closer and faster still. Lovers embraced themselves even harder and antagonistic rivals begin to make up their differences. What else could they do? In about 20 seconds they will be airborne and as soon as they land, dead.
"Please, someone. Save us."
A young lady pleads but by then it is too late. The train has already flown off the tracks. She closes her eyes, expecting the sudden impact and her demise. Silence. All she hears is her heartbeat. What's going on? Slowly opening her eyes she gasps in amazement. This causes everyone else in her compartment to look up as well.
Somehow they were still alive and more importantly it appeared as though someone or something was supporting the train lifting it back up onto the tracks ahead.
No. This is too dangerous. If that freakshow is still out there, there's a good chance he's damaged more of the proceeding railway. A young woman with a red and black polka-dotted jumpsuit swung by ripping the side of the train open.
"If you want to live, follow me!" The mysterious young woman yelled.
"Who are you?" the young woman yelled.
"That's none of your concern. Now do you want to live or not?" The mysterious young woman demanded.
Of course I want to live, she thought and with that she ran after the mysterious young woman.
23 minutes passed.
God, I hope saving these fools was worth it. I managed to save roughly 23% of them. The rest were too stupid. Ugh! Can't believe that T.V broadcast was telling the truth. I shouldn't be doing this. This- this is utterly embarrassing.
"Fear not, people of Yabaize. I have heard of your plight and have decided to come and put an end to this menace which plagues you. He calls himself the Red Fox, does he not?"
The crowd nods.
"Rest assure I will not relax until I have dealt with the danger at hand. Your safety is my guarantee. Whatever happens I will stop him"
Erika. Just what have I gotten myself into?"
"For I am your temporary- er I mean, I am… I am…"
Damn! Why didn't I think of an awesome codename earlier?
"I am the Ladybird!"
Yeah! That sounds neat.
"I, Ladybird will bring the Red Fox back to his senses and restore peace to the land. Believe it!"