A/N: Hello, readers. Sorry for the week wait. This chapter is extremely long, and kind of confusing. I have so much I want to cover, within the time that events are happening in the story, and it is so difficult to write the amount I can cover cohesively! Enjoy the next chapter!
About five minutes before class started, Marinette dashed into the classroom, making it just in time. She quickly glanced at Adrien's expression before plopping down next to Alya, and noticed he seemed pretty happy, but angry at the same time.
"Alya, what did Nino say?" the girl whispered to her best friend.
"He said that he had a bad run in with his dad, and that he's not supposed to be at school," the reporter gossiped quietly.
"What?!" Marinette exclaimed just as Miss Bustier walked into class.
"Marinette, you better not make a ruckus during class!" she warned.
"Sorry!" Marinette peeped, covering her face in embarrassment
Most of class was very generic and boring: listen, take notes, and answer questions, but when lunch arrived, things got a little more exciting.
As all of the students left to go home for lunch, Marinette and Alya walked together over to the bakery.
"I can't believe Adrien is actually ditching his dad," Alya said solemnly.
"Yeah, I'm really worried about him," Marinette murmured, watching her feet as she walked.
"Hey, maybe Ladybug will notice something's up, and check on him," Alya suggested trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, he's not being attacked by an akuma, nor does he act like an akuma, so…" Marinette trailed off, as she saw adults floating up into the sky with, more bubbles?!
Alya's glum frown turn into an excited grin within a second, saying, "Looks like it's an akuma! I better not miss this!" She dashed off back in the direction of school.
Marinette also dashed off, hiding behind a poster, and letting Tikki out of her purse.
"Tikki, what's going on?! Can people be akumatized twice?" the teen panicked.
"Marinette, don't worry. It's probably just Nino being akumatized a second time due to a similar reason as last time," Tikki reassured Marinette.
"I just hope this isn't another Puppeteer kind of thing," Marinette, sighed, letting all of her worries out, and inhaling confidence. "Tikki, spots on!"
The girl transformed, and began swinging her way back to the school, dodging adults floating away.
Meanwhile, as Adrien and Nino headed out for lunch, Nino pulled Adrien aside into an empty classroom, and looked at him with seriousness.
"Dude, what's going on? You're really not acting like yourself. What happened bro?" Nino urged Adrien.
"Nothing happened, bro," Adrien grinned with a hint of aggressiveness, setting his bag down.
"Come on, Adrien. Give me more details about the thing with you father," Nino pressured his friend.
"No!" Adrien cracked. Darkness surrounded his body, and the purple and black suit reappeared. "If you have wanna get more details, then you can help me get rid of my dad!" The model conjured another purple and green butterfly, and the the insect flew straight towards the bubbles in Nino's pocket.
As the akuma discolored the bubbles, Nino pulled the bottle out, smirking at Hawkmoth Jr.
"Bubbler, will you join me, your best friend, and help me obtain Ladybug's Miraculous and make Gabriel Agreste disappear?"
"Of course, dude," the DJ grinned wickedly, high-fiving the sinister celebrity as the bright colors decorated the boy's skin.
The two akumas exited the classroom, and the blond watched his friend unsheath his bubble sword, and take off, sending enormous bubbles in the directions of the closest adults. Hawkmoth Jr. then walked back into the classroom, changed back into his "civilian self", and opened his bag.
Inside his bag, Plagg lay with his eyes closed, motionless in a slightly contorted position.
"Plagg!" Adrien shouted, poking at the kwami. The little cat moaned, and rolled over onto his stomach. He batted his eyes open little by little, and looked up at his master with shy sincerity.
"What?" the kwami inquired with a cough.
"I need to transform. I can't let my lady fight the akuma alone," the teenager grinned with a facade of heroism.
"Isn't that hypocritical?" Plagg rasped.
Adrien paused for a second, but model shrugged, and cheered, "Plagg, claws out!"
With a muffled, "Not again!" the black cat swirled into the magical ring, and teen's skin-tight outfit appeared. The anti-hero sprinted to the window, observing the hundreds of adults floating in the sky. He squinted, as he looked for a particular fashion designer. To his pleasure, he saw Gabriel Agreste beating at the walls of his bubble, appearing to be calling for help but no sound could be heard.
"Good job, Bubbler," he praised.
"Thanks dude," his informal soldier replied.
"Where are you right now?" the boy asked, hoping to arrive at the battlefront before his heroic counterpart.
"I'm at the Eiffel Tower right now."
"I'm coming over to you."
He spotted the hero of creation swing towards the monument from a few blocks further than he was. The hero of destruction launched himself out of the classroom towards his akuma. He landed at the base of the tourist attraction, and peered up at his servant with a smirk.
"So, the Bubbler is back, trying to blow all of the adults away. What poked your bubble this time?"
"I'm stopping all of the adults from ruining kids' lives," he sneered, sending bubbles in his direction.
As the bubbles were about to hit him, Ladybug proudly landed in front of him, causing him to jump.
"Cat," she began, swinging her yo-yo to preventing the bubbles from getting to them. "What do you think happened?!"
"What do you mean?" he smirked flirtily, dodging the bubbles that passed through Ladybug's shield.
"How is he back?!" she reiterated sharply.
"I don't know," the Cat shrugged.
Just like before, the excess bubbles became too fast to block, and they began revolving into a bubble.
"Bubbler, don't trap Cat Noir! He's on our side!" the teen exclaimed, stepping away from Ladybug, and hiding his mask behind the bubbles rushing past his face.
"Really? Now that's a surprise!" the akuma laughed with the green outline around his eyes.
"Don't expect Cat Noir to talk to you like an ally. We have company," Adrien referenced to Alya recording from behind the Bubbler.
A different outline formed around both akumas faces as the original Hawkmoth , "What are you two doing?! That's exactly how you didn't obtain the Miraculous the first time!"
"Don't worry, dad. Bubbler will just be a distraction to create evidence against anyone who claims 'Cat Noir was akumatized'. I'll get you her Miraculous after a few more akumas to wear her out."
"Make sure of it, son," Hawkmoth agreed with unease.
The bubble formed around the red and black heroine and Cat Noir used a pretense of fear and anger.
"Ladybug!" he called as Bubbler swung his sword and sent her flying into the sky.
"Don't you dare touch her!" the feline hissed, crying, "Cataclysm!"
He extended his staff, reaching up towards Ladybug. He successfully reached her, popping the bubble and catching her while trying to keep balance on his staff. He quickly shrunk back to the ground, and called to her, "I need to recharge!"
The teen hid himself in an alleyway as Plagg swirled out of his ring.
"You're making me feel really sick!" Plagg exclaimed, collapsing into the model's hands.
"What, can't deal with a little extra power?" he cynically chuckled.
"No! I can't! It's making me really sick!" the kwami rasped with cough.
"Here, have some Camembert. That should heal all of your illness," the boy laughed, holding out a piece of stinking cheese in the little cat's face.
"No, Camembert won't heal me this time," he replied, slowly grabbing for the cheese, and taking small bites.
"I guess if I can't be Cat Noir, so I guess I'll just have to fake being Cat Noir," the teen grinned wickedly. "Hawkmoth," he called.
"Yes, my son?" the supervillain asked softly.
"Can you transform me into a false Cat Noir?"
"Of course," he chuckled, the dark Adrien turning back into a dark Cat Noir with one difference between this form and his previous: his brooch, turned black, was slightly visible on the black fabric, but not obvious.
The anti-hero then called his first servant. "Volpina."
"Hawkmoth Jr.," the fox replied.
"I need your service. Come to the alleyway near the Eiffel Tower where I am."
In seconds notice, the fake Miraculous holder appeared behind the hero.
"What do you need?" the girl inquired.
"Just make me look an even more realistic Cat Noir. My kwami isn't co-operating, so also, take my Miraculous and bring it back to me after this 'battle'."
She nodded, and took the silver ring, and the little cat who was trying to yell for help, muffling his cries.
The second fake Miraculous holder ran back out of the alley, but when he came back, he found Ladybug jumping and catching the green and purple akuma, holding it in her hands.
"Cat! Come look at this!" she called.
He dashed over with a smile. "What is it, my lady?"
"I don't know. The akuma doesn't look right. It is off color." The hero slightly opened her hands, but the 'akuma' seemed to have disappeared.
"Where did it go?!" she gasped, turning her head every which way, looking for it.
"I don't know!" the akuma in disguise copied the hero's panic, searching around for it. "Maybe the victim knows something!" The black cat smirked slightly, and approached his victim, with the Ladybug following behind.
"Nino, that is your name, right?" he asked innocently. The DJ nodded. "What do you remember from being akumatized?"
The film director shook his head and adjusted his cap. "I don't really remember. All I remember I talking to my bud, Adrien, and we were talking about his dad. I don't remember anything after that."
"Well that's strange," Ladybug stated, looking at the cat with worry.
Her earrings began to beep, and her eyes widened in more panic. "See you next time, kitty! I need to get back to school!"
"See you, Bugaboo," he grinned flirtily, watching his love swing away. "Won't be long until I see you next." He cackled quietly.
A/N: Sorry for the run-on chapter. These events happen in such a short amount of time, that it is so difficult to explain. The next chapter will hopefully make slightly more sense, when ever I get to writing it.