Who wants to get back "home" to an extremely worried "best friend"?

Definitely sounds like me.

Alya, a brunette with glasses and weird temper, might have as well been my best friend from the real wherver-I-lived, because I definitely don't belong here. I only forget her name-

"Marinette? What do you mean you're not Marinette?"

I shook my head. Tikki was beside herself with worry. I had to admit, she did look cute.

"Did you change your name? Where's the M-A-R-I-N'? Or the affidavit?"

"I don't think I require an affidavit. I'm not the girl you know."

"Then who are you?"

"Colette, I suppose, a teenager from whatchamacallit."

Alya signed and leant back in her chair, raising a hand to her head. I could almost feel the rage seeping in her, but I was in no position to confront her. "Why. . .?"

"Pardon?"

Apparently, that was a mistake. "Why?! First Monarch, now Marinette went missing! How will Paris survive? Where is Marinette, and most of all, how will you go back to your body?" Her words flowed out without a pause, as if they were the water stacked against the wall of a reservoir. I could not help but bite my lip in anguish.

"I've no idea. . ."

"Do you remember who you were?" Tikki popped up. "Besides the fact that you are called Colette?"

That got me thinking. The last few hours seem like a blur. One minute, everything was silent besides my mind. Then there was the steady cries of the sky, followed by an 'are you alright?'. I had looked up to see a boy with huge, worried emerald eyes.

Now, I'm here.

I shook my head negative to give Tikki her answer. The little kwami looked down, and my heart squirmed at the melancholy radiating off of her and Alya. They missed their friend.

Would my family and friends miss me, too? Would they even realize my absence? Did I have any?

A strange pain crept into my chest, weakening my thoughts. I forced the tears down my throat before speaking. "Look, I don't remember anything. One vague memory is that I used to love Miraculous, but I'm not sure how.

"Whether it was an anime, or whatever. I don't even recollect the plot now, as I think about it." Alya winced. "I will not, and cannot replace your friend, Marinette. However, I don't know how to get back to being Colette either. I don't even remember how Colette looks like or if it truly is my name."

When I looked up, I spotted the change in the atmosphere. Frustration had replaced sympathy, but I hate being looked out for. I was about to tell Alya to quit giving me that look when there was a loud bang, and the earth beneath trembled. "What was that?!"

"An akuma!" Alya yelped, pointing out at the window.

"A what?"

The brunette clutched her head before talking. "There's a bad guy called Monarch. He gives superpowers to people in distress-"

"Isn't in good, then?"

Alya shook her head. "No! It makes them do terrible things without their knowledge! They are manipulated by him, and they'll try to get your earrings and Chat Noir's ring. Don't ask why," she added when I made to talk. "You have to find the akumatized object. . . like the object that is infected by the butterfly or akuma, and destroy it. The energized akuma must be cleansed using your yo-yo. Get going! I'm sure Chat Noir will help you."

I nodded, even though I seldom had the chance to store everything she said in my memory. "How to get that weird onesie?"

"One—oh!"

However, before Alya could instruct, Tikki spoke up. "Your phrase is, 'Tikki, spots on'."

"Tikki, spots on?"

"Cataclysm!" The katana that my yo-yo had tied up disintegrated into wasted ashes, a deep purple butterfly fluttering out. Remembering Alya's words, I threw my yo-yo at it. A portal opened in the mini gadget, capturing the escaping insect. I looked at Chat Noir, hoping he would guide me with the next step. However, he was looking at the skies.

"Noir Kitty?"

"Huh?" When he turned around, his face was comical with an expression of surprise. "Excuse moi? Did Ladybug just give this stray cat a new nickname instead of freeing the butterfly?"

That gave the hint. I shrugged, and threw the yo-yo vertically, hoping it would free the devious creature. Oh, how I hated butterflies.

To my good luck, the portal opened up again and a pure looking butterfly flew out. "Good-bye, and I hope we never meet again," I muttered under my breath. Chat Noir smirked, before it turned deeper.

"Now, what about the nickname?"

I continued to ignore him as I tossed up the lucky charm that Tikki had given me, yelling, "Miraculous Ladybug." Truth be told, I sincerely forgot his name.

Whatever happened after throwing the charm both left me in awe and bored. It was like I was in the middle of a cringe teenagers show.

"M'lady!"

I had totally forgotten about this annoying guy.

"Yeah?"

Our gazes met, and under the parisian evening sun, I noticed the millions of emotions shimmer in his emerald eyes. Confusion, hurt, frustration, angst, bitterness, anguish, worry; you name it. But deeper than those, masked by the shadows of his feelings, was something incomprehensible. Something that I hoped I would never witness, for it had given me all the hopes to crash as a waterfall of hopelessness and heartbreak.

"Er," I broke our eye contact, realizing we had been staring all along. "I gotta make a run for home, so, see ya!"

And I left him, alone on the pavilion overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

A mission together with a clueless protagonist. What next? ;)

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