As a heads up, updates are going to slow down with classes picking up.

"Kit!" Vixx called, zooming over the blond, looking over the mess of his form sprawled over the bed. "Kit! Wake up," she beckoned. Adrien made a loud groan, rolling far from her and wrapping himself around a pillow, nuzzling it. "Kit!" Vixx stressed, tail wagging about anxiously.

The boy refused to wake or respond.

Growling as her ears fell flat on her head, she threatened, "I will bite you!"

Adrien finally moved.

Grabbing one of his pillows, he slammed it down on the kwami.

Vixx easily popped out, very irked.

With a growl, she persistently dove around close to Adrien's face. She almost nipped his nose, only to pause when another idea came to mind. "Kit," she purred, nuzzling his cheek. "If you don't get up, I'll call that cute little black Kit, and scream at her for you."

"Don't yo dare," he mumbled out, voice heavy with sleep.

She giggled gleefully, avoiding his hand when he tried to swat her away. "Screaming trumps getting bit," she mused, "I'll have to remember that."

"What do ya want?" he groaned out, burying his face back into the pillow.

"It's a new moon tonight!" she said, waving to the windows. "Paris is at it's darkest Kit!"

"Good for Paris," he mumbled.

She gave an angry yip. "Foxes are nocturnal Kit! We should be up! Enjoying the black night! For it is rare! We need to play!"

"I don't wanna."

"Kit," she scolds, "this isn't a matter you can skip. It's a job of the fox."

Adrien sat up at that, frowning at the kwami with sleep heavy eyes. "Job?" he echoes. "What job?"

Drawing near, Vixx boops his nose. "The job where you play," she said simply.

A loud, long yawn burst out of Malin's mouth as he slowly crawled along the Parisian roofs, half lidded eyes locked onto the Eiffel Tower in the distance. He wasn't able to get much out of Vixx about why he needed to play, but all she said was that the Eiffel Tower was a good spot.

"Go to it and play!" she had ordered before insisting that he transform.

Just what was it that he needed to do there?

Shaking his head as he tried to wake more, he dropped to the streets below, looking up at the tower in bored curiosity. Unwilling to scale it, Malin decided that here was a good enough spot.

Sliding out the flute, Malin set it to his lips and blew out the first note. With a twitch of his long ears, he closed his eyes and started to play and experiment with music. Notes, high and low, all lovely to his ears, rung out; his fingers went up and down the flute, tapping over holes and pressing on a few to block. Once he found a melody he liked, he kept at it, feeling the small area with a lighthearted song.

His dark brown boot, almost black, tapped with the music, his sash like tail wagging lazily in an echo of it.

His own body even started to sway with the notes, getting lost in the sound.

Malin jerked away when something cold brushed against his cheek.

With a gasp, he lowered the flute, taking a few steps back at what he saw.

Ghosts.

There were ghosts around him, all slowly freezing in place and slowly dropping back down to the ground. Despite the shock, he felt no need to run from them. He felt a more irresistible urge to play...

Eyeing them warily, Malin instinctively brought the flute back up and played a note.

The ghosts rose up with it.

With flicks of his ears, Malin refound the music earlier, watching with unnerved wonder as the ghosts started to sway and dance to the music before him, their expressions relaxed, some opening their mouths to sing mute lyrics to his song. A soft ethereal light glowed around him, adding a sense of magical wonder to the largely estrange scene.

Gradually they rose up, higher and higher, and disappeared into the soft light of the dawn.

When the sun was up and bathed his spot in a soft pink light, only Malin was left standing there, mystified.

With a shake of his head, he turned and headed home, dropping to his bed as the transformation dropped.

Vixx floated above him, humming in proud pleasure. "Well done Kit," she bid, dropping down and rubbing against the back of his head. "Well done. They had a very nice night. And you played beautifully."

He made a content hum, enjoying the sensation of Vixx nuzzling him affectionately. He was almost asleep when Nathalie knocked on his door, warning him that he had to get to school soon.

Adrien groaned into his mattress while Vixx giggled.

"You ok?" Marinette asked as she plopped in her seat next to Adrien.

All she got was a tired hum.

She could not tell if that was a yes or no.

Frowning at the exhausted blond, she asked, "Do you want to go nap at the nurse's?"

He turns to her, grimacing. "It smells funny there," he grumbles before smearing his head against the desk, growling in frustration. Turning to her, he asks, "Can I have your blazer?"

Blinking, she agrees, taking it off and handing it to him. Humming happily, he took off his own jacket and scrunched it up together with her's. Satisfied with his sloppily made pillow, he slumped over it, sighing in relief.

"Better?" Marinette asked tentatively.

He hummed happily.

"Well ok, night Adrien."

"Night," he sleepily returns.

Down below in their bags, Vixx peeked out when she was sure the class was occupied. With an excited wiggle, she dove into the Chick's near purse, tackling a tired peacock. "Did you hear him last night?!" she asked excitedly, slightly bouncing Juuno about.

With a yawn, Juuno said, "I did. He played wonderfully."

"I'm so proud!" Vixx gushed, tail sweeping about. "And they enjoyed themselves as they found peace."

"It was very beautifully done for his first concert and escort," Juuno agreed, offering Vixx a blueberry as he picked up another for him. "To a successful, peaceful passing," he offered.

"And to the fox who played so beautifully," Vixx returns, tapping her berry against Juuno's.

In some cultures, the fox is associated with death, either as a messenger of the afterlife or a guide, or is a bringer of bad omens and dark magic. Thought it'd be interesting to play with.