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Master Fu eyed the floor. The teenager who came in for Francesca Conti's package left puddles all over the shop.
The man sighed, flipping the shop's sign to 'closed'. "I'm going to fetch a mop."
"Master?" Wayzz was floating over to the counter area. "Why is it wet over here?"
Fu stepped over to where his kwami is, where only management should enter. True to his word, there were droplets of water scattered here and there, with wet patches leading right up to the shelf.
"Teenagers sure are curious these days," commented Fu. He scanned the shelf, looking for anything that may be out of place. So far, everything seems immaculate, with nothing so much as an inch out of place.
"Well, now that the shop is closed, are we going to look for a suitable wielder for the fox miraculous today?" asked Wayzz, sitting on top of the biggest box.
Fu frowned, taking a quick glance at his shop's windows. The rain seemed to be getting harsher by the minute, streams of water clashing against the transparent glass.
"I was hoping to go find a wielder the minute we closed, but it appears that Mother Nature is not cooperating with us today. Take Motto's Miraculous, we'll store it somewhere safer for the time being."
"Yes Master," said Wayzz with a nod. He went through the box. There was a pause, then the box began to vibrate.
"Wayzz?"
Without warning, the box snapped open, cover hitting against the wall behind it. Wayzz bursted through, stopping right in front of Fu's face.
"It's gone! The Fox Necklace is gone!" the kwami cried.
Fu rushed forward to inspect the locking mechanism. "What?! But the box was locked!"
He then heard a little 'plop' sound. Master Fu looked down.
His sandals had stepped on a tiny puddle, formed right on the floor in front of the box.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Lila! Open up!" yelled Nick, pounding his knuckles against the door. The sign hanging from the doorknob, with the words /Lila's Room/ on it, shook with every knock.
"Aren't you a thief? You can easily get into my room!"
Nick scowled, jiggling the doorknob. "Not when you placed something heavy to block the door! Unless you propose I destroy the hinges?"
The fox popped his head from Nick's hood. He poked the teen's neck.
"Hey, can we talk about my problems now?"
Nick turned his glare towards his companion. "I'm a bit too busy for that!"
"What was that?" asked Lila's muffled voice from the other room.
"I said that I just wanted to talk to you!" Nick gave the door one final knock. "Why did you do all that?!"
"You mean eat your mac and cheese? I was hungry and you were gone for too long."
"Not that!" Nick then placed a hand on his chin, eyebrows furrowing. "But eat my mac and cheese again and I will tarnish your reputation everywhere. Living with you for many years has given me a ton of blackmail."
A gasp. "You wouldn't."
Nick shook his head. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. Why did you tell mom I made friends? Now she expects me to suddenly be Mr. Popular and constantly invite friends over!"
The fox shifted in place. "Is that really so much of a bad thing?"
There was a shuffling noise from the other side. Something heavy was being moved on a carpet. Then, the door opened. The fox quickly dug into Nick's hood.
"Well Nick, you really do need to socialize." Lila smiled brightly at him. "I'm just speeding up the process! We wouldn't want to let our mom down, do we?"
"You just want me to get closer to Adrien," accused Nick, pointing right at her.
Lila kept her cool, tilting her head to the side. "Guilty as charged. So what? It's our deal. You need to befriend Adrien, and I'll cover for your flaws. You making friends is one less flaw I have to deal with. I didn't do anything out line."
Nick opened his mouth. Then closed it.
"If you weren't so self-conscious about making everyone like you, you'd be a force to reckon with," he said in a monotone voice.
Lila narrowed her eyes. "Should I add blunt to your list of flaws?"
"The deal is about things that makes our parents unhappy, not about all of my flaws. I couldn't care less about my flaws, just as long as mom and dad aren't upset with them." Nick ruffled his hair. "And come on Lila… You know I don't like… People."
Lila shrugged. "Well, you need to socialize one of these days."
The male sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Just… Don't use my own mom against me, okay?"
Lila stared at him for a while. She then gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Sure, yeah. I'm sorry about that, Nick. Sometimes I forget how important family is to you."
Nick bit back a 'liar'.
Instead, he mimicked her fake smile. "So long as you know. You're my stepsister, so you're family too." Niccolo turned away. "I'm heading to my room."
"You better invite Adrien to your birthday party in two weeks!" Lila called out.
Nick tried his best to ignore her.
"Your room is in the attic? Fancy."
The fox was floating at his side, watching Nick take a step at a time up a ladder. Nick snorted, pushing the attic panel out of the way.
"It also means that I get the biggest room in the house." He finished his trek up the ladder, then closed the panel. The fox went through it just in time.
"Up away from everyone else? Surrounded by dust and cobwebs? From what little I know of your character, it sounds like you," the fox commented, zooming around the place. He seems to be particularly transfixed at the huge detailed map of Paris taking up most of the wall.
Nick eyed the creature, his lips twisting into a frown. "So what are you, anyway? I thought you were just a sign of me going crazy, but I can feel you breathing and laughing at me when you were hiding out in my hood."
The creature gave him a salute. "The name is Motto, and I'm a kwami!"
"You're a what?"
In response to that, Motto stuck out his tongue. "A kwami. As for everything else about me, well, I'd like to think it's on a need-to-know basis," he replied.
Nick moved his face right in front of Motto, raising an eyebrow. "And I don't need to know?"
"I'd prefer it if you don't!" the fox chirped. He nestled among Nick's light brown locks of hair. "So, Freckles, you going to return me or what?"
"Don't call me Freckles," said Nick, rubbing his freckled cheeks. "And I believe that the point of stealing is to take something and never return it?"
"Technically, it's considered stealing if you take anything without permission. You can always return it." Motto dove into Nick's hood and took out the hexagon box. "So I say that after the rain blows over, you head over to Master Fu and apologize! Then you pretend that you never saw me! Sound good?"
"I wish I never saw you," mumbled Nick under his breath. He sat on his blue office chair, which rolled over to his desk. "And I can't just return you! According to yourself, stealing is a crime, even if you return it. I don't fancy getting myself into trouble."
Motto flew over to Nick's desk. "I don't think that Master Fu cares that much about troublemaking teens, as long as you actually do return me in the end. Plus, if you're oh-so paranoid, you can just leave me in front of the shop or something and run without getting caught."
"And no one would know? You wouldn't tattle on me?"
Motto grinned. "I won't tell a soul!"
Nick quirked an eyebrow, wondering how much trust he should put into an unknown magical being.
He figures he'll simply deal with it tomorrow.
The following day, Niccolo rushed through the streets. He jumped over a few puddles, always landing on his feet, before breaking into a run again.
Motto, on the other hand, was clinging onto the scruff of Nick's shirt for dear life.
"Where are you going?!" yelled the kwami, "Are you really in that big of a rush to return me?!"
"What?" called out Nick, dodging a puddle, "I'm not heading to that massage place."
"Huh? Why not?!" Motto plastered his face onto Nick's shoulder. "Why am I even here, then?! I was having a nice nap, too…"
"Hey, you didn't have to come. I'm just late for school."
"School?" Motto lifted his head up. "You mean that place where you're Mr. Popular and you have an entire entourage of friends, including some famous model?"
"Ugh…" Nick slowed his pace to brisk walking. "Don't remind me."
"I'd love to know the whole story of how you got into that mess. It sounds hilarious."
"I'd prefer it if you don't," mumbled the teen, echoing what Motto said last night. He only took a few more steps before-
CRASH!
Wisps of smoke rose into the blue-tinted sky. A roar was cried out, sound waves echoing against each building. Some people fell from the sheer power of that roar. Nick held his place, gritting his teeth.
"What kind of publicity stunt is that..?" he asked out loud, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Ooh that's no publicity stunt. This is one of Hawk Moth's akumas." Motto gripped tighter on Nick's shirt. "No wonder Master Fu wanted backup. This is ridiculous!"
The roar sounded again. It was even more powerful this time, almost throwing everyone back. Nick gripped onto a pole, his knuckles turning white.
"One of Hawk Moth's akumas, huh..?" whispered Nick.
He nodded to himself, then began to sprint. He was charging right at where the smoke was coming from. Motto gulped.
"Uh, Nick? Where are you going now..?!"
Niccolo didn't answer immediately. He rushed into the center of activity. Whenever a roar would throw everybody back, Nick either hid behind a building or clinged onto something solid. Eventually, he was in a good considerable distance away from the akuma.
"So that's the akuma?" questioned Nick, his head craning upwards. "A 30-feet tall dinosaur?"
The dinosaur was green, with button eyes and soft looking fur. It was basically a giant stuffed toy. Still, the cuddliness was contrasted against its sheer strength. It overtook a couple of buildings, using its giant tail to swipe out the bases of a few infrastructures. The dinosaur toy roared again.
"No… The dinosaur is a symptom of the akuma." Motto pointed upwards. "Up there, you see that kid? I think he holds the akuma."
Nick held a hand in front of his face to block the sunlight from blinding his eyes. Up there, he can sort of see the child. The child was sitting cross-legged on top of the dinosaur's head. His face was red, with some sort of purple butterfly motif lighting it up.
"So is that kid Hawk Moth?"
"What? No!" Motto smacked Nick upside the head. It didn't really hurt at all, since Motto was so tiny. "That's not Hawk Moth! Hawk Moth is the one controlling the kid!"
Ziiiip!
A red blur bursted into the scene. They swung around the dinosaur, leaving behind a durable black string. Eventually, they skid into a stop right in front of Nick.
The red blur was female. She wore a red bodysuit with black spots all over. A symmetrical red and black mask adorns her face. The girl was clinging onto the black string, a smirk set on her lips.
Nick immediately knew that she was Ladybug.
Her blue eyes squinted in a display of happiness. "Goodnight!"
With that, she yanked the cord. The dinosaur toppled over, dragged in by force. Due to being made of plush, he must've been very light. On the ground, the monster scowled, growling at Ladybug's direction. He let out the loudest roar he possibly could.
Nick hugged a pole with all his might, however Ladybug wasn't as lucky. She accidentally let go of her cord, and the sound waves made her go flying. Just before she could hit the ground, a black figure swooped in.
"Nice of you to drop in, M'Lady," he said, catching Ladybug in his arms.
Ladybug smiled back, flipping out of his hold. "I was wondering where you were, Chat Noir. But it's no time to toy around, we got a massive toy to deal with."
The dinosaur shook off the string. Ladybug pulled on it, and the end came back. So it was a yo-yo.
Chat Noir was eyeing the creature, before his gaze shifted to the side. He froze.
"Hey, you! You need to get out of here! It's not safe!"
Nick jumped, realizing that he's talking about himself.
"Wait, what about you two?" asked Nick. Even though he asked a question, his body had already taken a few steps away from the scene.
Chat Noir brushed off his leather suit with his hand, standing up straight. "Don't sweat it, we're superheroes! Besides-"
The child screamed. "Hand over your miraculouses, Ladybug and Chat Noir!"
"-I don't think that dino would let us go, even if we do escape."
Nick shrugged, then turned around. The dinosaur roared again. Instead of resisting, the male used the sound waves to propel himself further away from the scene. Once he was in a suitable distance away from the monstrous dinosaur toy, Motto popped out of his hood.
"You're extremely late for school now," the kwami commented.
Niccolo didn't say anything. Instead, he stepped into an alley. A few twists and turns and then they were alone, with a very low chance of any bystanders passing by. The male, hands in his pockets, raised an eyebrow at his companion.
"Is everything still on a need-to-know basis?" he asked, grey eyes staring straight at Motto.
Motto shifted back a bit. "What brought this on..?"
"See, yesterday, you said that I'm some supposedly chosen one. That I'm destined to wield the fox miraculous in order to defeat Hawk Moth." As he spoke, Nick leaned his back against the brick wall.
"But… We've established that you're not the chosen one," said Motto, chuckling a bit at the end. He appeared to be smiling, but at the same time he was slowly backing away.
Nick dug a hand in his hood. He pulled out the hexagon box that Motto was stashing and opened it up. The fox necklace gleamed in the sunlight. He pulled it out of the box, tossing the container into his hood.
"This is what I'm piecing together- You're some sort of guardian for the necklace. Hawk Moth has the power to make people his 'akuma' minion things, and with them he's looking for these miraculouses." Nick tilted his head to the side. "My guess is that these pieces of jewelry gives you superpowers, just like those Ladybug and Chat Noir people. They're chosen ones too. That's why Hawk Moth constantly targets them, and they use their powers to stop them. Am I wrong?"
"N-No..?" Motto crossed his arms. "What's your point?"
"I'm in middle school, and I'm willing to bet that Ladybug and Chat Noir are around my age too. It would explain why you're not at all surprised that the chosen one is so young- Why you were so willing to form a partnership with someone who's not even in High School yet. Am I correct?"
Motto shifted in place. "...You're correct."
Nick couldn't help it. He started laughing.
"The… The defenders of Paris… Are two teenagers." He snickered a bit. "Man, that's kind of funny. And extremely dangerous. Teenagers are unpredictable at best."
Motto clicked his tongue. "Hey now, Master Fu makes good choices! These two are extremely capable, and have saved the world more than you can believe!" He paused. "Wait a minute, you're a teenager too!"
Nick shrugged in response. "Yeah, well anyway, the reason I interrogated you was really for my intense curiosity. I don't really care about their identities or anything. Like it's been established, I'm not the chosen one like them. I'm not a superhero, and frankly I don't ever want to be a superhero. I'm already stressed with my life as it is."
"So we're still on board with returning me?"
"I mean, what would I get out of keeping-"
"EEEEEK! Somebody help!"
Motto twitched at that, immediately darting around.
"Somebody's in trouble! We should go and check it out!" he cried, zooming through the alley.
"What? In an abandoned alley?! That does not sound like a good idea!" Still, Nick rushed after him, shoving the necklace into his pocket.
They darted through the twists and turns of the alleyways. Nick's light footsteps hit against cobblestone, until eventually they came to a stop. He stuck his head out at the corner. Right before the entrance of the alley, there stood two figures on the sidewalk.
The smaller one was a girl about his age. She had honey blond hair tied into a ponytail. Her hands were gripping on the straps of a white purse. On the other side was a larger man. He had a bigger build, and his face was covered by a ski mask.
The man spoke, voice muffled by the mask. "Your attempts at taking your purse back amuses me," he said, lightly pulling the bag with one arm.
"That purse is a Gabriel Original!" cried the girl, tugging harder. "Do you know who my daddy is?! He can call Ladybug and Chat Noir in an instant, and they'll teach you a lesson!"
"Ladybug and Chat Noir? Don't make me laugh. They're too busy dealing with an akuma right now- why would they care about you?"
The man gave one harsh pull of the purse. This caused the girl to stumble into the alley, letting go of the bag.
She screeched. "My nails! Ugh, this is so not worth it! I'm going to just buy a new one!"
The blonde girl made a move to leave, but the man immediately blocked her path.
"Oh, hold up there." The man cracked his knuckles. "I'm not done with you."
"Ugh, what do you want?!" yelled the girl. Still, even with that annoyed statement, she was slowly backing away.
Motto pulled on Nick's shirt. "You got to do something!" he whispered in Nick's ear, "That girl is going to be in serious trouble!"
Nick turned towards him, wide-eyed. "Are you kidding?!" he hissed, "That guy is twice my size! I rather not get involved, thank you very much."
"Well, fine then! If you're not going to do anything, then I will," said Motto.
Nick raised an eyebrow. "What can you possibly do?"
Motto flew off to the roof of the building. Nick couldn't see him anymore. The male, furrowing his eyebrows, decided to peek over the corner to see what's happening.
The man appeared to still be talking, inching closer to the girl. "Everyone is sick of your attitude. I bet even Ladybug and Chat Noir hate you! Everyone knows that you caused the most akuma attacks in all of Paris!"
"What!" She scoffed. "Ridiculous, everyone adores me! Just ask my daddy-"
"And where's your daddy now, huh?!" He pulled up the purse higher. "Can you call him now, without your cell phone? Will anyone ever come to your call?!"
"Ugh, you're going to get in so much trouble for this!"
The curves on the ski mask suggested that the man was grinning.
"Oh, not in as much trouble as you'll soon- ACK!"
Nick watched as Motto discreetly yanked the man's ski mask off. The kwami darted around the corner before he could be spotted. The man pushed strands of shaggy brown hair out of his face. His blue eyes were scanning every spot of the ground.
"Where did my mask go?!" he yelled, eyebrows scrunched together.
"Ha!" The girl pointed at him. "I know how you look like now! Have fun rotting in jail!"
The man snorted, slapping the girl's hand away. "Oh yeah? And who says you'll be in any condition to identify me?" He advanced further.
Nick watched as Motto came back to him. He frowned at the kwami.
"Looks like your plan didn't do much," he said, one arm leaning against the brick wall.
Motto grinned at him. "Oh, I'm not done."
In a quick movement, Motto dashed into Nick's pockets and pulled out a very special device.
"Huh?" questioned Nick, "What are you going to do with my-"
CLICK!
"-phone." He gaped at the fox. "You did not."
Motto grinned. He took another picture of the scene before them, making sure that both the sound and the flash was on.
CLICK!
The man perked up, head snapping in their direction. "What the-?!"
Motto took in a deep breath. "I'M TAKING THESE PICTURES TO THE POLICE!" he yelled.
"Motto!" cried Nick, reaching his hands out to silence the kwami.
The fox merely tossed the phone in Nick's open hands. Then, he smiled, showing off all his teeth.
"Run."
Just as Motto took refuge in Nick's sweater, the man had ran up to the corner. His eyes zoned in right at Nick's face.
"You," he said, a hiss in his voice.
Nick didn't waste any time. He booked it out of there.
Footsteps slapped against pavement in a thundering staccato. Nick could barely hear the rasping breaths and the cursed remarks from the person chasing him- he was too preoccupied simply getting out of there. The teen leaped over puddles and pushed trash cans in the way in order to slow the man down. It helped a bit. Unfortunately, the man was still hot on his trail.
Eventually, the two had moved from the alleys into a semi-deserted street. Nick could feel both his lungs and his legs burning. In the distance, there appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Nick kicked the door open, shut it behind himself, then fled inside. Rows of cardboard boxes greeted him. He chose a random one then jumped in.
SLAM!
The doors were kicked open again. Nick pressed his hands against his mouth, trying to even out his panting. A bundle of rope, which appeared to have been in the box before he entered, dug into his side.
"WHERE ARE YOU, BOY?!" Nick heard the sounds of empty boxes being kicked. "I know you're around here! Come out, and I might go easy on you!"
There was more shuffling noises, until the surroundings became oddly silent.
Motto peeked his head out from the hood. "Man, that was scary."
Nick glared at him. "Sh-Shush," he panted, trying to keep his voice low and steady.
After a few minutes, the kwami floated to the top of the box. "Want me to check if he's still there?"
It was sort of far off, but there came the sound of someone ripping a box apart.
"WHEN I FIND YOU, IT WON'T BE PLEASANT!"
That sentence echoed through the warehouse. Nick shivered, still glaring at the kwami.
Motto clicked his tongue. "Yep, he's still out there. Kind of far, though. This warehouse feels pretty big, so we're safe to talk if we keep it low."
"I hate you."
"I figured, but think about it. It was either you or that poor innocent girl. It's a hero's job to help out, even at the cost of their own life, you know?"
"I'm no hero." Nick squirmed in his fetal position, limbs sore all around. "Like I said, I don't want to be a hero. Leave it to the other crazy teenagers."
"Well, unlucky for you, I'm too used to helping out those who needs it with my wielder. The chosen ones have always been good people like that."
Nick blinked. "Chosen ones… Hawk Moth isn't a chosen one, is he?"
"Heck no," hissed Motto. "We're not too sure who he is or how he got the butterfly miraculous, but I bet poor Nooroo is suffering from the consequences."
"Hawk Moth is using a miraculous?" Nick placed a hand on his chin. It was an awkward movement, since he was cramped inside the box. "And conceivably, if he takes Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous, he can use them too?"
"Yes?" Motto tilted his head to the side. "Why would he want to take them if he can't use it himself?"
"So you don't have to be a chosen one to use the miraculous." Nick grinned. "Alright then. Give me superpowers."
"What!" Motto shook his head. "I thought you didn't want to be a hero!"
The man's voice growled from the outside. "I HEARD THAT! So you're around here, aren't you?!" His footsteps were starting to wander in their general area. Nick gritted his teeth.
"I don't, but I do have an invested interest of not getting killed." Nick nudged his head to the general direction of where he thought the man was. "Unless you, a helper of superheroes, wants an innocent middle school student to die from something that had nothing to do with them?"
Motto growled. "Wear the necklace."
Nick immediately perked up. He dug his hand into his jean pockets and pulled out the miraculous. It was a little difficult to put it on in such a cramped space, but he managed to do so anyway.
"Wearing," replied Nick.
"I'll make this brief. In the suit, you naturally get enhanced speed, agility, and strength. You'll almost be invulnerable from physical attacks. You also get a flute that can cast illusions. Got it?"
BAM BAM!
The boxes near them were kicked to the wall.
"I don't have time to understand it, let's just do it!" hissed Nick.
"Alright, alright! All you need to do to transform is to say Foxtrot."
"Got it! Motto, Foxtrot!"
The fox miraculous gleamed. Motto seemed to spiral, before he got sucked into the miraculous. It gleamed again, flashing with five gold lines across it.
Nick closed his eyes, letting the light consume him. He felt the glow span across his entire body. From his face, to the top of his head, to the bottom of his feet.
The teenager jumped out of the box. Craning his head up, he came face to face with the man he had been hiding from.
"There you-!" The man took a step back. He clenched his fists so hard, blood had begun trickling out. "Who the heck are you?!"
Nick grinned, giddy that the man does not recognize him.
"Just an innocent civilian," he said, showing off a bright smile.
The teen took a quick look at his outfit. It was definitely fox-themed. Mainly orange, hints of white, with brown gloves and boots. There was this long brown scarf around his neck. The middle part trailed on his back, clipped by his belt. Though the ends extended up to before his ankles. It's orange and white at the tip, meaning that it's probably supposed to be a tail.
"Don't play with me, kid. You're hiding that other punk who took my photos. Just give me the phone, and I'll only rough you up a little bit for wasting my time."
Nick's fox ears drooped.
"I'm not a kid!" Nick pulled out the flute that was clipped to his belt. "Now you better go, this fox is not afraid to bite."
The man narrowed his eyes. "Don't underestimate me."
He pulled his arm back. Nick yelped. He threw his arms in front of his face, just in time, before the man struck a punch. The teen flew backwards, landing on his back.
Nick then sat up, bewildered. "Almost invulnerable is right. That barely hurt..!"
The man ran up to launch a kick. Nick rolled over, then performed a handstand to get back on his feet. He pulled the flute to his lips.
"How about a little illusion to get you off my back," Nick whispered to himself. He blew into the flute.
ScREeeEeEEEccCHhhh…
Silence. Both people stared at the flute.
The man snorted. "Real charming. Don't bring a flute to a fight. Especially when you can't even play it."
Without warning, the man was right in front of Nick again. He gutted his knee into Nick's stomach. The teen fell back, wincing. His hands accidentally let go of the flute.
Nick coughed. "You're a jerk."
"You'd want to hurt Chloe Bourgeois too if you knew how evil that child is." The man gripped onto Nick's neck. He then slammed the teen's body against the wall. "Honestly, I'm doing Paris a favour. Now, you can take the easy way by telling me where's that kid with the photos. I'd actually leave you be and pretend this fight has never happened."
The teen responded to that with a kick into the man's stomach. The man faltered back a bit, loosening his grip a tad. That was enough for Nick to extract himself out of there. He fell to the floor, right next to his flute.
"Oh," said the man. His eyes were wide, showing soulless blue, along with a grin showing much too many teeth. "You want this the hard way."
The man stepped closer.
Nick's hands reached the flute at his side.
He gripped on it.
Just before the man could bring his foot to Nick's face, Nick pulled the flute once more to his lips. He breathed in as much air as he possibly could.
SCREEEECH!
"Agh!" cried the man. He flinched, hands instinctively to his ears.
Nick used that opportunity to grip both hands on the flute like a bat. With a large swing, he bonked the flute onto that man's head.
The man fell unconscious.
Nick's shallow breaths were the only thing heard in the warehouse. He looked over to his flute.
"Well, that's one way to use a flute."
Nick pocketed the instrument into his belt and looked around. Soon, he located the box that he hid in earlier. Taking a peek inside, he spotted the length of rope.
With the man all tied up and the purse recovered, Nick smiled at himself, proud.
He then froze.
"Wait, how do I de-transform?"
Nick took the cellphone from the purse and used the emergency call to phone the police about the unconscious man. After that deed was done, the teen figured that he wasn't going to transform back anytime soon. So he took the purse and decided to return it to its owner.
With his super agility, super strength, and super speed, it was a breeze. The teen jumped from building to building, admiring Paris from an aerial view.
To his surprise, right in front of Collège Françoise Dupont, he spotted who he was looking for. The girl with blonde hair, light blue eyes, and evident makeup on her face. She was standing near the staircase, scowling at the school.
Nick jumped over the staircase, then sat on the railing.
"Hello!" he greeted.
The girl jumped. She then stared at Nick, one eyebrow raised.
"Who are you supposed to be? Some sort of superhero wannabe?" she questioned, rolling her eyes.
Nick shook his head. "Nope! Not a hero." He smiled, handing over the girl's bag. "Got your purse back from the bad guy, though."
"Finally!" She snatched the white purse from his hand. "My nails were ruined because of him! While my nails are much better than everyone else at school, I couldn't go in being less than perfect!" The girl pulled out a nail file from her bag.
Nick stared at her, before shrugging. "Yeah okay."
He back flipped out of there, still reveling in the fact that he's just so flexible and athletic now. Nick couldn't stop grinning. The male glanced over to the windows of the school. They displayed the classes, all in session…
He's so late for school.
Nick's jerk reaction was to skip classes, just like he always did. Then he remembered the deal he made with Lila and the lie he told his mother. If he skips classes, it may be difficult to invite them to his birthday party.
He looked over at his outfit. There must be some switch, some sort of fold to pull on or-
The necklace seem to gleam at him.
Nick hid behind a tree, then gently took the miraculous in his hand. He pulled it out from around his neck.
That appeared to do the trick. The light went through his body, reverting it back to its normal clothing. Motto flew out of the miraculous. The fox laid on the floor, panting.
"Just in case you're wondering, to transform back, you have to say fox stop," he mumbled. "So hungry…"
Nick put on the necklace once more. He crouched over to Motto.
"So the energy from transforming makes you tired and hungry?" he asked, taking the kwami into his hands.
Motto yawned. "Yep. So anyway, how did it feel like being a hero? Did it change your mind about how awesome they are?"
"I still don't want to be a hero," replied Nick with a shrug.
"Fine… I guess it's not for everyone." Motto attempted to stretch a bit. "Just feed me some potato chips, return the miraculous to Master Fu, then forget this all happened. It's for the best."
Motto rubbed his eyes, plotting to fall asleep again, until he froze. He turned back to Nick, who hasn't replied.
The fox kwami scrunched up his nose. "Uh, Nick? You okay?"
Niccolo smiled back.
"Why should I return the fox miraculous?"
A/N: Well then.
This chapter was so long I was going to split it into two, but I really wanted to end it like this so people would have a good idea as to what the story is going to be about... kinda. I have a rough outline now, but I don't know if I'll stick to it or stray.