I'm back! And it's time to check on our little exorcists and Maybe see how Mari-bear is doing!

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Chapter 3: Questionable

If there was one thing a scientist couldn't stand was the unknown or lack of knowledge. And quite frankly it could get annoying. Yet, it is the thing that pushes them to find the answers. It kept the science section of the Order, working to make their saviors better and more at ease. However, in this situation, things did not make sense.

Lou Fa was confused. Who were those children? What was that thing? If that was an akuma, why did it not act like one? How could it not notice the exorcists' Innocence? All these questions and no answers. Not even a guess as to what they could be.

And that wasn't the only thing to put her off, it was the world they now resided in that confused her. There were boxes with wheels on the streets. All were rounded in a certain way and some even had sharp and sleek edges in them. They expelled gas clouds that she instantly recognized. Trains expelled them as well. So she could infer that they ran on the same type of thing. Steam. Right? Another thing was how fairly tall the buildings were.

Wait...wasn't there something being built in Paris? It was supposedly supposed to be one of the tallest structures ever?

Regardless, the world was strange as well as it's inhabitants. All dressed strange. And WAY too revealing on the woman's part. How can they confidently walk around with shirts as low as that? And with pants that look tight and are way too short. She did not understand it. She considered her skirt long enough to not get in the way or make her feel self-conscious. But these women…she could only blush. I wonder if Mr. Walker would- NOPE, she halted that train of thought.

Her lovely 'Mr. Walker' would never be into such things like that. Dressing like that could ruin her chances with him. Although…it seemed to be working for some of the women that were stopped in the streets by pretty, handsome men- And everything rushed by.

It seemed as if they were speeding up. Why? The scientist twisted her head away from the strangely clean roads to her crush. He was staring straight ahead, and expertly jumping over metal chimneys and rooftop balconies. One even had a load of plants with small ladybugs and a fresh, bread smell to it.

Her chocolate eyes gazed ahead and a cluster of buildings. Well, every building around her was basically in a cluster, but these looked different. Older than it's neighbors. The closer they got, the more she could tell. There was paint breaking off. Some windows and doors were boarded. Around it though was a bright yellow tape. The words 'CAUTION!' written on it. She noted that there were no people around in that area. Outside of it, yes. But no one seemed to go near it.

The group started a quick descend towards the taped buildings. She watched as Allen double checked their surroundings before the light from his Crown Clown died. Leaving him back in his normal uniform.

"So what are we doing here?" The easy-going bookman asked.

Kanda just tsked and glared his way. "We need a place for Moyashi to set up the Ark to get out of this dump."

Lou Fa felt the urge to speak up against Kanda's opinion until her lo-...Allen did it for her. "I wouldn't really consider this place a dump, Kanda. The buildings are tall and the streets are way cleaner than we've seen. No dirt roads in sight."

The swordsman huffed, "Still a dump."

The trio sighed at his natural stubbornness. Shaking her head, Lou Fa looked up to examine the building cluster in front of her. It was mainly a tan color, with white on it. The white was breaking off however, revealing old pieces of wood. There were many doors along with windows. Many were boarded up. Leaving no way for anyone to get in. Her eyes wondered up and she found another set of doors. Except it was surrounded by a small balcony. They were fairly tall and made of glass and frames. The inside was blocked by a light brown curtain that looked oddly shiny. The style was easy to pick out. French doors. Wherever they were, the architects valued French architecture.

"Ok, then how do we get in?" Allen questioned. "I can't exactly open a gate in the open."

Lavi hummed, "Pick the locks?"

"It's boarded up. Let's break the boards down." Kanda suggested.

Sensing an oncoming bicker, Lou Fa extended her arm towards the balcony that she spotted. "How about we enter up there?"

The trio stopped and followed her gaze. She saw Allen brighten with a smile and felt herself blush.

"Wow, I didn't even see that." The boy's gaze turned to her. "Good eye, Ms. Lou Fa!"

She felt her cheeks turn scarlet at the praise. Retracting her hand, she bashly accepted it with a sweet 'thank you'. Her chocolate orbs turned to her male companions, she saw the swordsman stare at the doors intently. He took a step and was stopped by the intelligent redhead.

"Now Yuu-chan, I can see that look in your eyes. If we break the glass to let ourselves in, then we'll attract unwanted attention." He mocked the tone of a parent scolding a child, all complete with a small wave of his index finger.

The Japanese growled at him. "Get your hand off me."

Lavi tore his hand away and held them both up in surrender. "Geez, don't be so mean Yuu-chan."

The nickname seemed to make the man even more furious, as she saw him ready his sword. Lavi seemed to have the right mind to get out of the man's hair and slide his way towards her. She saw him grin her way. The grin was full of mischief and his eye flickered from Allen to her yet again. An action that confused her.

He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her close. She was startled by the new development and began blushing at his next words. "So, Lovely Lady~, I have a question to ask you." His tone was oddly flirtatious.

What gimmick is he trying?

"Do you, perchance—" he leaned into her space, making her lean back. "—have a hair pin?"

Lou Fa never expected a question such as that one. A hair pin? What would he—oh! She reached her hand under her right pigtail and slide a small metal hair pin from it. Making the hair around it go slack. She presented the accessory to the bookman. It was slightly curved, with a round end and bristles in the middle of two of it's legs. It gleamed an iron silver color in the fading sunlight.

He gave her a devious smile and carefully grabbed the pin from her. "Thank you, Darling~" D-Darling?!

The bookman slipped away from her and to some steps towards the structure. Her eyes found Allen. He was staring at Lavi with a strangely irritated expression before it was melted away, as easily as it appeared. What was that?

His eyes turned to her and she felt a blush rise in her cheeks. He smiled at her, that blinding smile. Just with a smile, he makes my heart pound. Feeling shy, the scientist ducked her head, looked at him from under her lashes and smiled his way. She hoped that she was smiling like a normal, non-lovestruck girl yet she had a suspicion that she looked like a grinning maniac.

The suspicion was confirmed, when she saw his eyes widen and he quickly turned his head away from her. His hand over his mouth and his cheeks reddening slightly. Oh god, he's probably holding back his laughter! Downhearted and embarrassed, Lou Fa looked away. Instead she focused on the bookman that was now on the balcony. With her pin in hand, he seemed to be bent over and fiddling with the doors. Hearing the clatter of metal against metal was louder than anticipated, yet it was quickly replaced with an ever louder click. Suddenly the doors swung open and Lavi twisted around towards them. His arms open wide, her pin in his hand—wait did he bend it?!—and he smirked.

"Open sesame!"

"It's about damn time." Kanda grumbled while Lavi gave him a dramatic gasp.

"Art takes patience Yuu-chan!" The use of the nickname yet again ticked the swordsman off and he jumped up, grabbed the balcony railing, and hurled himself over.

"You're dead, Usagi." Lavi ran inside with Kanda hot on his heels.

Lou Fa heard a sigh and her eyes fell on Allen. He was staring at the balcony with a level of fondness that made her look at him in awe. The cursed exorcist shook his head lightly with a small smile. His angelic hair waved around and she swore that she saw sparkles. How can he be so graceful!? She starred at him like a lovesick puppy when his silver orbs turned to her.

She felt her face flush. Caught. He smiled that same fond smile her way and she nearly fainted. He extended his gloved hand her way. The scientist snapped out of her lovesick daze—somewhat—to look at him in question.

"Shall we?" He urged his hand closer.

Nodding like a fool, she grasped his hand. Her face so bright it could light a hundred fires. The woman tried not to squeal when he pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her back. His other arm slipped under her knees and picked her up. Letting out a squeak, she quickly placed her arms around his neck to keep her up. The woman watched as he propelled them up before grasping the railing to pull them over it. Once the stunt was over, they quickly separated. Much to her displeasure. The duo walked into the building and Lou Fa examined the interior.

To her left, the wall was a Stuart Gold seemed to be falling apart. The paint was chipped in many places. It was the only wall that color. The rest were a Renwick Rose Beige and seemed new. Leaned against the odd wall was a bed frame. It was all metal bars. No mattress in sight. Her eyes ventured to a wall that was perpendicular to the Stuart Gold one, on the opposite side of the balcony. There was a stand with a lamp on it. It was plain and had no cover for the light bulb. Directly behind it was a small mirror, but it was covered by a dusty cloth. The only reason she could tell it was a mirror was a corner that wasn't covered. It reflected the base of the lone lamp. Next to the stand was a lone chair that looked soft but Lou Fa could tell that it was dirty, but the fact that the chair's color, beige, was about three to four shades darker. The chair was propped up against a flat surface with two knobs on it. She inferred it to be a closet.

As her head ventured to her right, she noticed an ebony, empty dresser. The drawers were all gone. Leaving only the frame. To the dresser's right was a door. It was all white and had a cursive L stuck to it. Along with small stars and hooped circles, but they seemed to be peeled off. The door was open wide and there was that same yellow tape on covering the doorway. Or well it was, but was broken in half and hanging on the door way. Lavi and Kanda must've went through there. She took a step towards it and heard something crack. Looking down she saw a large furry, brown rug. Bending down, she lifted it and saw a broken lens on the dark oak stained floor. Thankfully it only broke in half.

Reaching to pick it up, she noted a white dust on the corner of the lens. Carefully, she rubbed her finger on it before rubbing her fingers together. Chalky. She let her mind work at the reasons why Chalk would be here. Lost in thought, she failed to notice Allen walk past her and to the open door.

So let's see, a lens(now broken), yellow tape, white powdery substance-

"Moyashi! Help! Yuu-chan is going to kill me!" A playful squeal interrupted her train of thought.

The next sound that invaded her ears were the loud rush of footsteps followed by a shriek. They seemed to grow louder, so she inferred that they were coming to her location. And, as predicted, the three of them came barreling in. A squeak escaped her throat and she instantly moved out the way. Accidentally dropping the glass onto the floor, only to have it get trampled on by them.

Lavi tried to juke towards the balcony but he wasn't fast enough. The redhead's foot got caught on the bed frame's leg and caused him to fall onto the ground. Allen came in behind him. The possibility to stop or slow to a stop gone so, in order to steer clear of the fallen exorcist, he tried to turn around. To his misfortune, he ended up tripping over the frame's footboard and landed on the bars of the frame. Ouch. Kanda was the only one to stop in time. That positioned him to be a step behind the fallen soldiers.

She saw him look at them with a unimpressed expression. Although, she could've sworn she saw a hint of amusement at their groans of pain. Deciding to be the only other caring body (besides Allen), Lou Fa glided towards them to see if they suffered from any injuries. Like a broken nose or arm, etc.

"You alright, Mr. Lavi?" Lou Fa questioned and got a small thumbs up from the bookman.

The recorder got himself up into a sitting position, with his legs crossed. She watched as she rubbed his bruised nose and gave her another thumbs up along with a wink.

"Just call me Lavi."

"Ah, sorry."

"No worries. To answer your question, don't worry I'm fine, sweetheart." A little disarmed at the name, she gave him a swift nod and moved onto the other male.

The white haired teen was in the middle of pulling himself up and off the barred surface. She noted how he had red marks that ran vertical on his face. Like the bars. She tapped his shoulder and asked the same question.

The boy gave her a wide smile, "I'm okay, Ms. Lou Fa." He rubbed his faced after that, which made her doubt it a little bit.

"Tsk, that's what you get for acting idiotic." Kanda stated and turned away, going back the way they came.

The girl sighed at Kanda's very predictable response. Her eyes glanced towards the open balcony. A chilly breeze blew in and made her pigtails wave slightly. She looked towards the sky and at it's change in color. From a bright and lively blue to an orange hue. The clouds were white and blue with pink shadows. That, when together, created a beautiful rosy color across the sky. Feeling another cold brush against her shoulders, she took initiative to stop it.

The scientist strolled over to the double doors and gently closed them. She noted a small oval that stuck under one of the handles. Curious, she grabbed it and turned it. Her ears picked up on a slight locking sound. Wait, did it just—? Fascinated, she turned it back and relocked the door.

"Is something wrong?" She heard Allen's voice break through her thoughts.

Embarassed, she recoiled from the door. Lou Fa twisted around to face the brusied exorcist with a smile. "Nothing."

Allen rose an eyebrow causing her to blush furiously. "Yeah, I was just looking out the window. It's getting late." She added before he could question her again.

The boy nodded in understanding before he carefully seated himself onto the floor next to Lavi. She smiled and took a glance back at the glass door. The view hadn't changed, but she had spot something different. A speck of red and black jumped in the distance. Her mind went to the Ladybug pattern and Cat themed children. I wonder if that's them...Are they looking for us?

Shrugging her shoulders at the thought. She turned back towards the doors and gripped the smooth curtains before pulling them close. Successfully blocking the outside world out.

Strange.

Very Strange.

That's what Ladybug would classify those people as. Strange. As she swung away to the nearest hiding spot—an alley way—to recharge her powers. She couldn't help but wonder about them. Thinking back to the incident, she went over what had occurred. In the beginning, she considered them to be tourist of some kind. For only tourists, looked at the hero duo like they had. Well how some of them did.

One stared with awe and wonder. Yet she saw deeply rooted sadness inside there as well. Why was it there? She wondered. But before she could even think about it further, it disappeared. Another stared with curiosity and a calculating gaze. As if she was trying to break them down and figure them out. The other looked at them with—Very insulting!—disgust. He was opening judging them, which had made her self-conscious in his presence. His intimidating glare gave her the desire to prove or show herself as a proper hero. And the last one looked...well, that one seemed to pierce right through her. As if he saw through the magical mask and was judging every move she made. This person disguised it with a happy-go-lucky grin. But their eye revealed it all. Or, rather, none at all. Since she saw no emotion in them. It was horrifically sad to see.

Questions swirled through her midnight haired head. What made him toss his emotions away? What was that man's problem? Why was he so sad? What made him upset and why is he hiding it? It made her curious. And what pushed her curiosity to the edge, was their incredible strength.

For average—I shouldn't say average—regular people, no one would be able to do what they did. Unless they had a miraculous. Just like them. But normal people don't have super powers or super strength. And they certainly don't jump off Notre-Dame. That's just suicide right there! Especially with a civilian of all people.

"What do you think you're doing!?" She had cried out, desperately hoping that they would come to their senses

"You're going to get yourself killed! Get back and let the superheroes handle this!" her partner yelled.

The strange teen had looked their way. He wore a kind expression and seemed to be about to say something. However, he was stopped by a grumble from the irritated looking swordsman. The man glared at the teens. Ladybug was almost certain that he radiated a purple like cloud of just anger and evil.

"Shut the hell up and get out of the way." He growled at them

She and Chat had both let out a squeak and shrunk back. They both wisely chose to stay back away from the crazy 'tourists'. She desperately wanted to think of them as super buffed up tourists for some odd reason. Until they broke out their weapons.

The sword or more accurately Katana was normal. It was the only normal weapon they had. The rest were just...they were something. The redhead had a large war hammer. That started out from the size of a mallet. That was an impossible feat in itself. And the sad white haired one, however, made her question if he had a miraculous and kwami like her. From her angle, she had seen his lips move and something gold peak out of his pocket. Possibly to active the miraculous. Before he was engulfed in a blinding white light. She didn't where his miraculous actually was. Maybe in the badge? But they have the same badge. Maybe the golden chain? Where ever it was, it was hidden well. But the golden thing, she concluded that it was possible for it to be a kwami. He didn't appear in form fitting clothes like her and Chat. No, he appeared will a large cape or cloak. It had a fur hood and a mask. That connected it together. On him, it looked like an Angel's wings. So blinding that, she had to look away for a few seconds. When she returned her gaze, she found that he had propped up a ridiculously large, gold and white, broad sword on his shoulder like it was nothing. Mon Dieu!

Her eyes snapped to the fallen foe and saw the recognizable symbol that hovered over her eyes. A classic sign of their arch-nemesis. The queen of hearts based akuma stared at the teen with a curious mixture of horror and awe. Horrified at his strength yet in awe about it. The poor akuma froze for a minute before her expression morphed into an irritated scowl. She brought her scythe up and used it to pick herself up.

"I don't care! If this old peasant thinks he can come in here and kick a respected woman such as myself, then he has another thing coming!" The butterfly symbol flickered over her face as she spoke, as if trying to stop her.

The teen looked at the duo with a soft and fearless smile. It had baffled her to no end. "I suggest getting out of here while you still can."

The akuma let out a roar and ran at the strangers. The Ladybug snap out of her daze, only to be caught in another one at the men's 'talent'. The irritating swordsman was the first to respond to the woman. Sword and scythe clashed and sparks flew. They were at an obvious stand still, until the man swiftly twisted the sword and expertly push the akumatized person's scythe into the ground before bringing up his foot and kicking her right in the chest. No mercy! The queen flew into the fence that guarded Notre Dame's entrance, successfully breaking it down. The armored queen landed with a loud bang onto the cement ground.

She picked herself up again and gave them vicious glare. But someone started commentating, causing her attention to stray. The Akuma growled and grabbed her scythe, throwing it as if it was a boomerang at the only civilians there. One she knew quite well and couldn't stand by to see her get hurt.

"Alya!" She shouted the girls name and tossed her yo-yo.

The contraption wrapped securely around the duo of civilians before she gave it a tug and swiftly pulled them out of harms way. The scythe that had been aimed at them now rested in the ground. Leaving the akumatized victim defenseless. The woman seemed to realize this and gave a mad dash for the deadly weapon.

This time, it was the red-head reacted. His large war hammer came out of nowhere and slammed into the akuma's side, making her fly into Notre Dame's wooden doors. The impact made the doors fall apart and onto the fallen foe. Ladybug had to hold in a scream at the architectures damage. Even if her powers had the ability to reverse the damage, it didn't make her okay with Paris' famous structure being busted open. She nearly bursted at the red-head's grin but decided to go for the strange white haired teen. Who was making his way to the rubble. Staring at it like the akuma was about to pop back out. After that hit, she is definitely down for the count.

Ladybug slide into his view staring the teen down with a fierce glare. "What the hell is wrong with you people!" she screeched.

"What?" He had the audacity to look confused.

"You don't just barge in here with your crazy weapons swinging! You might've killed this person! And what is with you? Jumping off Notre Dame?! You could've killed yourself and that lady." she scolded.

There was a tsk. "It wasn't like you kids were making any process."

Ladybug cheeks burned and she could tell that her face was firing up in anger. "Me and Chat Noir had it handled!"

"Yeah! Although, I do applaud you for saving My Lady, she is right." Chat took the opportunity to jump in with his own comment.

Don't these guys understand how akumas work? Ladybug continued to scold him unaware of the danger that was about to strike. By the time she heard the clanking of metal it was far too late.

"Allen!" A cry rang out.

Too late, did she see the red scythe fly out of the ground and come twirling at them. Her arm was swiftly pulled down and she and the teen went into a duck. Once the danger had past, they stood and turned to the scythe's destination. The woman was standing there. Towering over them with a sinister grin on her face. The scythe twirled in her expert fingers as the world slowed for Ladybug. Her bluebells dilated and her mind raced through everything and every regret when the weapon came close. Frozen in place, she felt herself be pushed roughly aside, helpless to watch the weapon fall onto the snow haired teen. Sadly, he hadn't gotten himself out of the way quick enough. The blade had made a deep cut in a diagonal from the teen's right shoulder to the left side of his lower torso. Blood squirted out and landed on her face. She nearly choked when she saw the poor boy fall back onto the concrete ground.

It became dead silent. Like the world was also shocked into silence at the act.

The angelic boy laid there, blood staining his clothes and his pure white cloak. His sword laid in his open hand as the blood seeped through is clothes and onto the cement ground. His white hair was shadowing his eyes from the world. Is he...?

The first to break the pregnant silence was a female shout. "ALLEN!" the scream was followed by a rush of footsteps.

Ladybug had registered the name and connected it with the fallen hero, but it was filed away for another time. Her brain was too focus on the teen. A girl had joined his side, the one from before. She was in great distress. Crying and caressing his face. The teen even gave her a shaky grin and turned his head in the weeping woman's direction. His hands trembled and stop. The horror that was reflected in Ladybug's eyes turned into pure anger. At Hawkmoth, at herself, and unfortunately at the akumatized victim. She knew that the woman was a victim and did not mean to do any of this, but a man was possibly dying. Something she would never allow on her watch.

"Lucky Charm!" Her yo-yo was thrown and red and white light collected around it before and item dropped.

To her misfortune a spotted magazine of her love fell instead of a useful item. I shouldn't say that. All lucky charms are useful, If used correctly. However she didn't even have a chance to use the magazine. She heard the mumble of words coming from the fallen boy.

"Clown Belt."

Once those magical words were muttered, white tendrils sprang from his cloak and grasped onto the queen. Ladybug recognized the 'attack' as something equivalent to her Lucky Charm or Chat Noir's Cataclysm. It made her in awe. He used his special ability at the last moment. The akuma glared his way and Allen just smiled politely.

"Lou Fa, duck." he weakly ordered and the girl instantly ducked her head and covered it with her hands.

In one swift motion, he painfully sprung up, sword in hand. And penetrated the akuma's chest. Hitting the large heart and that silver necklace that dangled from her neck. One that Ladybug had theorized to be the place where the akuma resided. The woman let out a horrified gasp before she screamed. Purple electric bolts sparked on her skin and her gold armor faded to silver. The necklace glowed purple and had sparks of the same hue fly out of it. The colored light built up before exploding into something akin to a firework. Blinded by the light and the blast, Ladybug kept her eyes shielded and turned downward and away.

When it finally dimmed down and the spotted hero looked back she saw the victim sprawled out on the floor. She was lying on the ground with her long hair undid and had a white shirt with a large red heart on it. She sported tight black pants. She wore gold jewelry from head to toe, but around her neck was the silver pendant. It was out of place in the gold colors.

On the woman, as well, was a glowing cross. A sight she never seen before. And another sight she never saw. An unconscious victim. Usually they were awake and confused as to how they got somewhere, but this one was dead to the world. And another unexpected sight was the purified butterfly that flapped away. Ladybug could only stare in disbelief. How!? I thought I was the only one who could purify the Akuma!?

Her thoughts were pierced by a stressed exclamation from the woman. "Mr. Walker, you shouldn't move your hurt!"

"I'm fine…Just…" he grunted as he pulled himself upright. "Just need…some…old fashion…first aid."

She heard a scoff. "Baka Moyashi, when can you learn to just lay down and shut up."

The white haired boy grumbled weakly. "Maybe when you learn that my name is Allen, Bakanda."

Hearing the confirmation of his name was another thing that was filed away for later use. The bug scurried to the man's side. Her gloved hands rested on his back and shoulder, which was covered by the cloak. "I think your friend might be onto something. You need to see a hospital."

The—now deemed crazy—teen shook his head. "No, I've had worst. This is nothing."

Worst!? Who are these people!?

"M-maybe we should-" the only sane human stuttered but 'Allen' just shook his head again.

Her mind bounced desperately into different directions. One idea that presented itself was to grab the injure man and swing him to the nearest hospital. Regardless of his pleas not too. It was the most ideal plan and one that stuck the most. Deciding that to be her plan of action, she was about to act on it until she felt the familiar hand of her partner grasp her shoulder. Twisting her head in his way. Unaware how afraid she looked with the blood spot on her cheek.

"Maybe you should use the Lucky Charm, My Lady." he suggested.

The girl's eyes widen and she scrambled for the item in her hand. Giving it one last glance and without a second thought, she threw it in the air.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

As usual, it exploded in a bundle of ladybugs. They flew about and wrapped around the area. The broken concrete was gone. Notre Dame's broken doors were fixed like new. They even flew around the comatose victim, waking her up. Finally, they all collected together and bombarded the injured teen. Wrapping around him and magically wiping his wound away. Ladybug was a little worried as to how it would heal him. She never dealt with such intense incidents like this one. Sure people were turned into energy orbs to power a robot. And people were trapped in pictures and threatened to be destroyed, but Chat and her had always been able to save the day. No one ever received mortal injury. No one was ever on the brink of death. So she was worried how the ladybugs would heal him. Would it wipe completely away? Or would they only clean the blood and mend the clothes up?

To her relief, she could see through a sliver of the bundle of bugs that they were closing the wound before the sight was blocked by mended clothes and more bugs. Once they all disappeared, she saw him completely fine and staring at the wound's old spot in awe. A small sense of pride sparked in her. To think these people, who did things unnaturally and amazingly, were amazed at her ability to fix things back to the way they were.

BEEP

The signal of her time coming up rang out. Her hand flew to her ear and she clicked her tongue. Darn. She had to get out of there.

"I need to get out of here. Chat, you help these…people. I'll be back." she threw her yo-yo far and when the string stopped, she tugged on it and was sent flying to where she now resided an alleyway, waiting for her magical companion or kwami to regenerate itself by devouring the energy source she brought for it. Cookies.

"Marinette!" Suddenly, she was snapped out of her thoughts.

Her eyes laid on her companion. A small red and black sprite. It's theme was that of her suit. A Ladybug. It—She—She was waving around in her face trying to get her attention. Once she saw that she had the heroine's attention then a calm and sweet smile painted the little sprites glowing face.

"Oh, Marinette. I was calling you for a while now."

The girl, Marinette, smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. "Sorry, Tikki. I was just thinking about what had happened."

Tikki nodded in understanding before flying to the girl's right shoulder and resting on it. "Yeah, I don't blame you."

"Do you have any idea who they are?" Her question was meet with a shake of a head.

"No, but their power..." She trailed off. "It...it felt so achingly familiar. Like a miraculous. Like something I should know, but have no idea what it could be. It was more powerful than I." she confessed.

The confession made Marinette uneasy about these new people. They were in contact with a power greater than the miraculous. Or just a buffed up miraculous? It was possible.

"But that boy…" she heard her kwami mumble.

"What boy? You mean the one with the strange hair color?" Who dyes their hair white? And what was with that tattoo? "What about him?"

Tikki nodded her head. "There is something…dark about him. I can't put my finger on it, but…it's just-" She shivered and shook her tiny head.

"Hey-" Marinette reached for the kwami and cupped her in her hand. "-It's okay. I'm sure you were feeling exhausted."

The sprite viciously shook her head at that. "No! I sensed something…something sinister and!-" she was cut off by a loud yelp.

"MEOWCH!"

Recognizing the yell, Marinette spiked in fear. Her partner was hurt or injured. Worried that the strange people were attacking him, she quickly called for her little friend.

"Tikki! Transform me!"

A sensation ran through her body once the Kwami merged with her earrings. Her clothes were magically replaced with a skin tight ladybug patterned suit. Paired with a identical mask. At her side was a familiar yo-yo. Marinette—now turned Ladybug grabbed that yo-yo and flung it with great urgency. The weapon flew and wrapped around a metal chimney. With a swift tug, she was on her way.

Flying through the air. Completely free. In other circumstances, she would allow a smile to grace her face when she felt the wind comb through her hair. However, her partner might be in danger. The only expression that crossed her face was that of worry and fear coupled with a professional seriousness.

When she drew near, Ladybug spotted her partner violently fending off...uh...what are those!? He was being attacked by strange creatures that looked like something from a fictional book. They had piercing red eyes and a wispy white color. Their tails extended and were ghost like. What ever the creatures were they were definitely supernatural.

The superhero jumped in the air, towards them, and propelled her yo-yo towards a creature that was happily snacking on Chat's rear end. The yo-yo hit the fiend square in the head before uselessly bouncing off. The action didn't go in vain however, the being stopped and turned towards her. She flipped forward and landed on the other side of the creature before delivering a swift back kick to it. Sadly, it flew away before her foot could connect to it.

"My Lady!" Chat cried. "Glad you came to my rescue~!"

The girl gave him a grin before spinning her yo-yo, creating a spinning red circle. Perfect for reflecting attacks and shielding them. Her partner joined her, his Baton spinning in tow. The small horde of creatures circled around them, forcing the duo to go back to back. Ladybug's intellectual eye darted from foe to foe, trying to assess them and come up with a plan.

"Okay, Chat, on the count of three. We attack at the same time." She ordered.

"Purrfect!" He punned making her roll her eyes.

"One!" She started the countdown, her eyes now fully focused on the enemy that was closing in.

Ladybug and Chat Noir spun their respective weapons faster. "Two!" Chat chimed in.

The tense air was pierced with their unified yell. "Three!"

Jumping at the enemy, they swung their weapons, ready to land a hit when their foe stilled before fading away. They all disappeared without a trace. Only leaving the heroes motionless and dumbfounded. Their disbelief left a dumbfounded silence in the air.

"Another mewraculous win for the record!" Breaking the silence, Chat punned.

Ladybug took her gloved hand and slapped it against her forehead. The sound resonated throughout Paris.

This chapter was nothing really special. It was just Marinette's POV on the fight and an update on where the Exorcists(& Lou Fa) are staying. I can't have them living on the streets now can I?(Well...I could but...).

Ciao-su~