Phineas and Ferb: A typo. I've fixed it.

Mega Man: Kagami would gladly accept a shirt.

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I got out of bed on the wrong foot

"Plagg, claw out."

"After the words, my world lights up.

For some reason I find myself standing on a white bed. I don't know how I got here. Or where I am. I turn my head in different directions, scanning the place with my gaze, absorbing every detail no matter how tiny.

My beautiful green eyes are not failing.

I'm very happy for myself.

Although something must have happened to me. I see ugly grey machines between these ridiculous white walls and an annoying white light on the utterly ridiculous white ceiling. I know I should recognize it; maybe from a series.

I feel the movement of my ears turning to better capture the friction of the fabric against the skin. Without seeing him I can tell that Adrien gets up from his chair. The old man with the goatee still did not move. I don't know what's going on and the beeping of the machinery is starting to bother me.

I hate this.

"Chlóe, I'm glad you woke up. You must hurry up. There's chaos out there."

I consciously or unconsciously flatten my ears in an attempt to muffle sounds. That partially worked. I don't have to see myself to confirm that I'm wearing Plagg. I feel a lot and retain little. I don't remember what happened the other times. Something is wrong. I look at the old man and he looks away with a whisper of "sorry". Then to my best friend and he has red eyes. Honestly, a little, but I can't help but notice the red veins in the corners. The tense smile, the shoulders dropped a few centimeters, his voice somewhat raspy and the wrinkles in the sleeves of his shirt; They tell me, like neon signs, that his day is being shit.

"Sister, why are you staring at me so hard? I'm Adrien. Your friend. Do you remember me?"

Of course I remember you, fool. What I don't remember is how I got here. When did I put the ring on? I had left it to him. I must ask him. I take a step out of bed and fall. Obviously I land on my feet and continue walking.

"Hey, does anything hurt?"

No, nothing.

"Shouldn't you sit down for a while so we can explain the situation to you?"

No, it is not necessary and most importantly, I do not want to. Why are you moving away from me?

"Young Agreste, she is temporarily confused. Her body is very weakened and it will take a few moments to balance itself with magic. If her heart is in the right place, you should have nothing to fear."

What nonsense is this old man talking?

"Then YES I should be worried!"

Hey!

Stomping harder I approach and when I am a meter away from him, I reach out my hand to… It hurts me to see him avoid my contact. Away from me, he speaks to me while searching for something with his eyes.

"I'd better get to the point. Kagami needs you."

My spectacular eyesight tilts along with my head.

Who?

He gets the message and now looks at me strangely.

"Your magical companion."

Does Plagg need me? He could have told me before I transformed, right?

"Here you were." It seems that he found what he was looking for. He picked up the remote and turned on the small forty-two inch TV in the corner of the room. Chamack's face appears for a few moments to give way to the roofs of the houses of Paris. They look like they are broadcasting from a helicopter and it is obvious why they do this. A stone figure walks between the buildings and a red spot (Disgust. Spot.) jump from roof to roof, following him. I barely understand what is happening, but that doesn't stop me from clenching my hands when I read the headline.

"Will Paris' Red Hero save the day?"

I growl, gritting my teeth.

That bitch!

I change my mind and head, at a brisk pace, towards the door.

"Don't do it!" Adrien stands in front of the exit from here. "If you go out dressed like that, the nurses will come and see that you disappeared. Everyone will know that Chlóe Bourgeois is the heroine who saved Paris."

I click my tongue and run to exit B. The old man moves out of my way.

"The window is fixed. It will not open."

You should have told me before!

Magic brakes aren't that good.

In my attempt to stop, I lose stability and fall, crashing into the wall below the window, taking a chair with me. Breaking it would attract unnecessary people. Time to use plan D. D for dirty. Being on all fours on the ground I jump with a half turn. I dig the claws of my hands and feet to avoid falling.

It's not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be to be in this position.

"What are you doing up there?"

I thought he was smart. I was wrong it seems. I crawl without answering him. I must hurry.

"The ventilation duct." Ding, ding, ding. Award for the model. "It's too tight for you."

I bite my tongue so I don't send him to hell for calling me fat.

I reach my goal. A screwed metal grate. It is paper in my hands and it folds like paper when I dig my claws into it and form a fist. I throw the remains on the bed and enter through the gap. Arms forward. Being a pseudo magic cat, almost a decade of artistic gymnastics and a strict diet allows me to accomplish this feat. I have complete confidence in my body.

"Chlóe…"

"Let her go. It is not up to us to intervene further. The holder of the earrings made it very clear that Chlóe is her partner. Now we just have to hope for the best."

How annoying. The echoes of the old man's voice reverberate through the conduit for several seconds. I move easily without making noise. I don't know the way out, but I do know I have to go up. From the pool in my home I can see the ducts on the roof of the hotel. This building must be the same.

Gravity is my guide.

Several minutes later I inhale the fresh air.

The landscape of a wounded Paris remains beautiful.

My precious city. The butterfly will pay for what he has done to you.

Some police and news helicopters fly through the skies at sunset. Most gathered in one place.

I accelerate a little to gain momentum and jump to the nearest helicopter. The impact scares the passengers.

"Be careful! I almost dropped the microphone."

"A thousand apologies. We must have been hit by a draft."

"Okay. Head to the fight site. This time I won't let Chamack steal the scoop from me. I'll be the one to get the exclusive on the red hero."

Is that your plan, anime girl? That's why you didn't wait for me. I should have guessed. From the base of the transport, the cold wind caresses my super sensitive body. Chills run through my being. An arm of mine with more intensity.

After a short while we arrived near the Pont de Bir-Hakeim. She allowed the villain to approach the Eiffel Tower, the stupid girl.

When I catch sight of the two of them, I let go of the helicopter and fall into the void. As I reach the height of the roofs, I grab my magic stick and extend it. The stick is stuck between the giant and my supposed partner. I slide without friction damage on it. My feet touch the cracked asphalt without making a sound. The stick shrinks after two seconds, just like I programmed. A lesson from when I saved Kim.

I head to the stone giant. He looks different than I remember him. Now he walks like a dog. He stares at me from above. Without flinching, I extend my arm with the stick in my hand and point it in his direction. The sign is obvious: "If you come closer, I'll hit you."

"Chl… Sist… Partner, it makes me feel better to see you well. I think I know where the akuma is. Together we can defeat him."

Together?! After this betrayal? I increase the pressure on the stick and my body shakes with fury.

"I see you're not in full condition yet. Let me do the fighting. Stay back supporting and look for an opportunity."

This scoundrel! I am not a secondary character who is used to make others shine.

I extend my other arm with stick in hand. This time towards the foreigner who thinks she can usurp my position. My words are bathed in hatred for this betrayal.

"Listen and listen carefully. No one will take away from me the place that is mine by birth. The main hero of Paris belongs only to me! I won't let it be stolen from me. Not even you, traitor."

Her hurt face is the last thing I saw clearly before the appearance of black and purple spots partially covering my vision.


This chapter is short. I was going to do it like the third chapter. Presentation and battle at the same time, but I decided to separate them.

The chapter is very direct with what it conveys. Chlóe is like a drunk who only tells the truth.

Her truth.

We'll have to wait and see how Kagami reacts to the "real" Chlóe.

If you have any questions or ideas, please feel free to write them in the comments box. That helps bring the fanfic to more people.

Even constructive complaints are welcome.

And talks about how the new season isn't the same without Chloe.

Until next time.

Vicav12