Many centuries ago, magic jewels wielding extraordinary powers were created. These were called the miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the greater good of the human race. In the Chinese miracle box, there are two miraculous more powerful than the others; the earrings of the ladybug which provide the power of creation, and the ring of the black cat which grants the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever wields both these jewels at the same time can achieve ultimate power. This ultimate power could both save the world, and destroy it.

Unfortunately, seemingly no one knows where they are. Hidden for a millennia, the jewels of the Chinese miracle box have been long forgotten by the outside world. Erased from memory completely, their origins are unknown.

There are many miracle boxes in existence–generally one created for each region or continent. Most, however, were either destroyed or hidden for good. The two known and remaining in existence are that of the Chinese and the North American box. And even still, little is known about their power.

Each box contains about nineteen individual miraculous, arranged in their order of power. The miraculous themselves are each tied to their own higher immortal being called a kwami. The kwamis protect their miraculous and the powers they wield to ensure that chaos does not unfold and destroy the earth. The jewels are sacred, and must be kept from any harm or evil. In addition to the kwamis, each box was given a guardian to be passed down from generation to generation to ensure their safety.

The Chinese miracle box had an unfortunate mishap. Its guardian failed to protect it, and two of its jewels were stolen; the brooches of the peacock and moth. Of all the powers to lose sight of, the loss of the two brooches would be fatal. With the brooch of the moth possessing the ability to grant people any form of power, and the brooch of the peacock being able to create monsters, death and destruction were surely not too far around the corner.

Terror shall ensue.

***

Master Fu was no simple man. He prided himself on his grace and elegance, though he was beginning to now grow old and his body was finally catching up to his age. He had a troubling past that he spoke about with no one, even going so far as to hide himself from the eyes of the world. No one was allowed to know who he truly was, or what he had done. Not even himself.

Fu was the guardian of the Chinese miracle box. He believed that for its safety, taking it away from Asia would be best. He wanted to bury it, just as he hid his mistakes. So to Paris he fled, and in Paris he stayed.

He didn't like the idea of living in one place for so long. He felt he needed to move away again, just for extra measure of the box's safety. But this was the place where he lost the brooches of the moth and peacock, and he could not leave until he found them again.

"Master!"

Master Fu jolted up from his writing. He enjoyed poetry and found that writing as often as possible kept his mind young. He looked to the voice, a being by the name of Wayzz. Wayzz looked like a normal man–except for the fact that he was incredibly tall–but in truth, Wayzz was no human. He was the kwami of protection, and also managed to be the closest to Master Fu, as Fu wielded his miraculous jewel.

"What is it, Wayzz?" Master Fu responded, his voice sounding a bit scratchy. Wayzz was sitting in the corner of the room, holding a book in his hands. The look in his eyes told Fu that something was wrong. He looked out of place in the modern world. He wore ancient Chinese armor, ranging in shades of green. Instead of whites for eyes, he had yellow, with green irises. This would probably frighten any normal Parisian civilian, which was why Master Fu did not often have Wayzz accompany him on his outings.

"I-I felt something. Like... a presence," Wayzz said with a perplexed look. He was greatly concerned.

"A presence? Of what?" Fu asked.

"It's... the miraculous of the moth," Wayzz replied, closing the book in his hands.

"Impossible. The miraculous has been lost, and likely destroyed," Fu stated, though a certain anxiousness crept up his throat.

"Well, it's returned. And... It's a negative energy I'm feeling," Wayzz said with great worry. A new figure entered the room, another kwami.

"I feel it too. It's Nooroo, he's in danger," the kwami, Pollen, said. Pollen was also abnormally tall, close to seven or so feet in height. She was very poised, and liked to keep her image neat and tidy. Perfection was her fatal flaw. Unlike most of the kwami's who had black hair, Pollen's hair was blonde. Her dress was traditionally from the Ming dynasty, and ranged in an assortment of golds. She was the kwami of subjection.

"Then we must find it!" Master Fu stated with a sense of urgency. "If the brooch has gotten into the hands of evil, there's no telling what doom will come upon this world. Not with the power it wields."

"I absolutely agree, there's no time to waste," Pollen nodded. Another Kwami entered through the sliding doors of the room. She was also rather tall, just like the others. Her name was Kaalki.

"I believe I can help with that," Kaalki said with a confident tone in her voice.

"No need. I can do this, right Wayzz?" Master Fu looked to Wayzz for support. But Wayzz looked sad, almost weary in fact.

"Oh master, be reasonable. You're getting old." Wayzz shook his head.

"Oh you're one to talk. I'm only 186! But you're right, Wayzz..." Fu let out a sigh.

"My offer still stands," Kaalki stated. Fu felt confused as to what his next action should be. In consideration of Kaalki, she had the ability to teleport and open portals. Surely she could find the brooch, but there was no telling how long that would take. They needed a better course of action, something more sound and stable.

"Hush, I've been waiting for this moment my whole life... ish." Master Fu approached the miracle box in the corner. It was disguised as an old record player, but should someone know what to look for, it was very obviously a miracle box. He pressed a few keys to unlock the box, revealing its contents.

The box held sixteen out of the nineteen miraculous. Two were missing, and the third was the bracelet he wore on his own wrist which tied him to his companion, Wayzz. The jewels were laid out in order of their power. As to honor the spirits of life, they were arranged in rings. The outermost rings contained the lesser powerful jewels, such as Kaalki's bifocals. The inner ring held more powerful jewels such as Pollen's hair piece. And in the very center, laying upon the symbol of Yin and Yang, were the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat.

Fu picked up the earrings of the ladybug gently, when suddenly he felt a presence behind him.

"What are you doing with my miraculous?" the kwami of the ladybug said darkly.

"Ah! Tikki! I didn't see you enter the room!" Master Fu exclaimed, closing his fist around the earrings defensively.

"You think you can just give out my miraculous to what? Save the world? Without asking me?!" Tikki seethed. Fu was an unfortunately short man, tall women were intimidating to him. But kwami's were even more frightening, especially when upset. Tikki wore a traditional dress from the Wei and Jin dynasties–an assortment of reds, greens, and blues in elegant patterns decorated the fabrics. She had two antennae on her forehead, but aside from that, she looked like a normal Chinese woman... a very tall Chinese woman.

"No, no, of course not!" Master Fu smiled innocently. Tikki frowned down at him.

"Good, because using my power to save Nooroo is a foolish decision," she said, folding her arms irritably. Master Fu reached behind him and grabbed the ring of the black cat from the miracle box.

"Exactly! Which is why I was going to-"

"YES! ABSOLUTELY YES!" someone said with great excitement, practically kicking open the sliding doors as he entered the room. This someone was Plagg, the kwami of destruction. "I HAVEN'T HAD A HOLDER SINCE THAT ONE TIME I ACCIDENTALLY STARTED THAT REALLY BAD PLAGUE-"

"That incident killed thousands, Plagg. Master, you can't possibly put both Plagg and I's miraculous out there. Kaalki already said she was willing!" Tikki exclaimed, fluttering her large ladybug wings anxiously.

"Nooroo's powers are much too powerful on their own. Wielded by a darker soul, I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue. Only your powers may stand a chance at defeating him," Fu explained.

"You are foolish," Tikki narrowed her eyebrows.

"Ah calm down Tikki. We haven't had holders in centuries!" Plagg beamed. He wore a black hanfu with green accents. Most of the kwami's had a "whisker" like that of a catfish. Plagg had three, two on his cheeks and one from the back of his head. He certainly was a curious little fellow.

"Wrong, my last master was in 1986."

"Oh yeah. I forgot we pick favorites around here." Plagg scoffed.

"It's only because you cause so many accidents!"

"Well-"

"Enough!" Fu interjected, "You two, Paris is counting on you! You must go and find someone fitting enough to hold your powers! Your judgment is key!" He hurried to hand both of them their miraculous, placing each tenderly in their hands. "Now go! We do not know how much time we have!"

"I hate this plan. It's a really poor plan." Tikki grumbled, pocketing the earrings.

"I love it! Let's go!" Plagg said, grabbing her by the wrist and levitating off the ground. He gave Master Fu a look of eager excitement, a childish grin, before flying off and phasing through the wall with Tikki.

Fu could only hope his instincts were correct.

***

An alarm blared in Marinette's ears, scaring her awake. Her phone was continuously ringing, telling her it was long past the time to get up. She could hear her mother calling for her to come downstairs, and Marinette wasn't even dressed. Nonetheless, she scrambled out of bed and slithered downstairs in her pajamas with her intense bedhead.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..." she yawned.

"Morning sweetheart," her mother said kindly as if she hadn't just been squawking at Marinette to get her ass out of bed. "Are you ready for your first day?"

"No," Marinette said and slumped into a seat at the kitchen counter.

"I- what?"

"I really... I really don't want to go..." Marinette yawned. She grabbed a bowl that her mother had already placed on the counter for her and filled it with cereal and cocoa mix to stir in.

"Uh- Marinette honey, you don't have time to eat."

"Huh?" Marinette said and took a bite of her cereal.

"Well if you had woken up on time..." her mom drifted. Marinette checked her phone and saw it read 8:03.

"FUCK!"

"LANGUAGE! Say that again and you're grounded!"

"I meant- uh- sorry mom. It just slipped out!" Marinette ran back upstairs, skipping three steps with each stride. With no time to shower, she attempted to tame her wild hair with every hair product she owned. Eventually, it settled out, but now she had two minutes to get dressed and get to school. Perfect.

She tied her hair up in a bun, and got dressed as quickly as possible. She didn't have time for makeup. She practically flew down the stairs and out the door, until her dad stopped her.

"Wait Marinette!" he exclaimed, handing her a box of macaroons.

"Ah- thank you dad! My class will love these!"

"No. These are for you. Not those ungrateful rats," he smiled cruelly.

"What-"

"But fine, you can give them my hard work. Not like I care."

"Ok... well, see you tonight?" Marinette stepped out the door.

It was Marinette's last year in school before graduation. She hoped to go to college. But the previous year it was hard to keep her grades up. She was a very jumbled and messy person, it was hard not to fall apart. She feared she'd let herself and her family down. So this year, she promised to work hard and make things improve for herself.

She heard a school bell ring. Thankfully, she lived right across the street from the school. Still, she somehow managed to always be late. Just like she was today.

Marinette bolted across the street and up the stairs of the high school. She had no idea where her new locker was, or where her first period class would be. She remembered she'd been placed with Mrs. Bustier again, so she ran off to that room as fast as she could. She couldn't be bothered with finding out where her locker was.

"Nino, why don't you have a seat in the front of the class this year?" the teacher said as Marinette practically fell through the door. No one seemed to take much notice of her.

"But-" the boy named Nino tried to argue.

"It would be a shame if I had to do assigned seats," Mrs. Bustier said like it was a threat.

"Fine. Ugh." Nino groaned and dragged his feet to the front desks and sat down. Nino wore a loose fitting shirt and ripped jeans. Headphones hung around his neck, and upon his head he wore a red baseball cap. He had dark skin and messy brown hair. Marinette sat at the desk behind him.

"Marinette Dupan-Cheng, that's my seat!" a girl appeared next to where Marinette had seated herself. It was Chloe Bourgeois, a rich snobby girl who thought the world revolved around herself. Her straight blonde hair was always tied into a tall pigtail, and her outfit made her look like she jumped straight out of the Heathers musical.

"Chloe, this is where I've sat for three years now. What are you talking about?" Marinette rose a brow.

"Not anymore! New year, new seats!" a girl named Sabrina said, appearing in the seat next to Marinette. She too looked like she came from Heathers.

"Yeah, so why don't you just go sit next to that new girl over there!?" Chloe sneered, pointing to an empty desk a lonesome girl sat at.

"Excuse me!" the girl exclaimed, "I ain't new here! We've been in the same class for two years!"

"Don't recall." Chloe snickered. "Adrien is arriving today. And since that's going to be his seat-" she pointed to the empty seat next to Nino- "this is going to be my seat."

"We don't have assigned seats, how do you know he's going to sit there?" Marinette asked.

"I just know, m'kay?" Chloe said.

"And Adrien is..?" Marinette rose a brow.

"Wait, you really don't know?" Chloe suppressed a laugh, "What rock have you been living under?"

"He's only a famous model!" Sabrina said.

"And I'm his best friend," Chloe stated.

"That's enough," Mrs. Bustier interjected, "Marinette can stay seated, Chloe."

"But-" Chloe muttered something. Marinette found Alya sitting next to her.

"Look, two open seats for you in the front row," Alya said with a knowing smile. Chloe grumbled something under her breath as she made her way to the open seats with Sabrina.

"Alright everyone, settle down." Mrs. Bustier got up from her desk.

"You good man?" Alya asked. She was a pudgy latina girl with auburn hair and thick rimmed glasses. She was friendly with Marinette, but the two were never necessarily close.

"Not really." Marinette rolled her eyes. "I didn't think Chloe would be in my class again this year."

"Yeah, she's pretty annoying."

"I just wish I knew how to handle dealing with her every single day! Ugh!"

"Well, all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing," Alya said giddily.

"Huh?"

"I'm a big comic nerd. Magestia is my favorite," Alya said, pulling up a picture of the fictional heroine, Magestia, on her phone.

"Is it bad that I don't know who that is?" Marinette laughed nervously.

"Yeah. I don't even know if we can be friends," Alya said sarcastically.

Adrien ran as fast as his feet would carry him. He was a boy of secrets, the biggest secret being his entire true self. As he was the only son to the Agreste family, he had a lot to uphold. A lot of weight was placed on his shoulders, which was oftentimes overbearing. He was a model, a highly restricting job he'd had since he was a kid thanks to his father, Gabriel Agreste, a famous fashion designer. All Adrien wanted was to have a normal life, and be a normal kid. This was his last chance to ever come close to that–going to public school.

"Adrien, please reconsider! You know what your father wants!" a woman called out for him as the school came into sight.

"But this is what I want to do! It's my last chance to ever have an experience like this! I'm sick of being homeschooled!"

"Your father is against it," the woman said. She was his supervisor, and his father's assistant. Natalie. She was a stern woman, with a secretly caring heart. She just never allowed herself to get soft around people.

"Well, he already enrolled me before changing his mind! I want to do this!" Adrien said. Natalie continued to argue with him, finally able to catch up.

On the corner of the sidewalk in front of the school, just across the street from the Dupan-Cheng bakery, stood two incredibly tall figures in which neither Natalie nor Adrien took any notice of. Tikki and Plagg wore the disguise of normal modern clothes, though nothing could exactly hide the fact that they were both around seven feet in height. Tikki wore a hoodie to keep her wings hidden, while Plagg looked like he just got off the beach wearing trunks and a tank top.

"He's the one," Plagg murmured, brushing his black hair from his eyes.

"He has done absolutely nothing to prove that to you," Tikki replied.

"Oh but he has! I like him already!"

"You can't just pick someone at random. Every time you've done that, disaster follows." Tikki adjusted the hoodie uncomfortably. She'd much rather be in her usual dress; modern fashion had never exactly grown to her appeal.

"Well, I am the kwami of destruction." Plagg smirked.

"This has to be perfect! We can't make any mistakes!"

"We are standing in front of a high school, a realm of teenage disaster. You think the perfect hero will be here?"

"We need someone young who doesn't have the responsibilities of raising a child, taking care of a family, and having to go to work," Tikki said.

"School is a responsibility."

"Plagg, back in the 80s I made the mistake of picking a woman who had too much on her plate. I lost her because of that. I can't do it again!" Tikki said bitterly. It was a sour subject for her.

"We all have our curses that haunt us. But still, why would a teenager be a better option?"

"They have good in their hearts. They want to fight for change. Adults just go with whatever's thrown at them, and they have too much to take care of. We can't get someone too young, they have to be mature," Tikki explained.

"I like the blond kid."

"You can't have the blond kid." Tikki groaned.

"I feel a connection."

"You're a liar."

"Not-"

"Wait-" Tikki interrupted him, grabbing his wrist anxiously. She pointed to a black moth fluttering about the skies. "It's an akuma, we're too late!"

"Then we must hurry."

The moth made its way to the opening in the school courtyard where it proceeded to flutter about the school with heed. It had its target, it was an akuma after all. The akumas were magnificent little moth-like creatures that could be formed by the miraculous powers of the moth. The moth would mindlessly find a human to bestow power to, under the wish and control of the wielder of the jewel. This would normally create a super heroine, someone to do justice for the world. But in this case, the akuma strayed far from that. It sought out negative energy, rather than the pull of goodwill and generosity. The negative energy in high school thrived, but it had a specific person to hunt down.

Ivan Bruel.

Ivan Bruel was a complicated kid. He had a constant mix of emotions and a destructive temper that was hard for him to control. His first response to anger was typically violence, and when it wasn't, his words were sharper than the blade of a sword. He was a tough kid, not a guy many would like to mess with. Or rather, you wouldn't expect anyone to, but of course in this modern world, kids had their own ways of getting under each other's skin. Ivan was no exception to this.

He was a big, bulky dude despite him only being seventeen. His right arm was covered in tattoos that he refused to cover up against the school's wishes and policies. The gages in his lobes were getting rather large, as this was a lifestyle he'd started to follow back in his middle school days. He generally only ever wore black, or dark colors if not. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the era of high school he'd been swamped with.

Despite his violent, aggressive tendencies, kids still found ways to piss him off. The first day back and things had already gone downhill. He was greeted with filthy notes taped inside his locker, telling him he was a freak of nature, to leave the school, and to go away forever. No one wanted him around, he wasn't welcome and they made it very clear. No one liked him, and teachers never cared for him. As if he, a brute of a guy, had no emotions. They allowed kids to trample on him like a welcome mat. He wanted them to all go away.

When he reported the notes to a teacher, he was the one who got in trouble. In some twisted view, he was the bully in that situation, and the kids leaving the notes were acting in self defense. But he had done nothing wrong!

Later that day, a kid by the name of Le Chien Kim decided it would be funny to pass him a note during class which read "waste of space". Ivan snapped, his short temper getting the better of him. He didn't even hesitate to grab Kim by his hood and prepare to strike him up the jaw. Of course, the teacher didn't allow this to happen and he was sent to the principal's office for punishment. Guilt wasn't even a word in Ivan's vocabulary, for all he felt was bitter hatred. He had no regrets, he was too angered to even think of such a thing.

Ivan threw open the door of Mr. Damocles' office, his face twisted in furiousness. Mr. Damocles, the principal, didn't take too kindly to this.

"Excuse me young man, hasn't anyone ever told you to knock?" Mr. Damocles said with sarcasm, motioning for Ivan to retry entering the office.

Ivan growled and stepped out of the office, slamming the door shut. He raised a fist to knock upon the door when he hesitated. For a moment, his anger had subsided and been replaced with something else. It was an emotion he couldn't exactly describe as he'd never felt that way before. It was a feeling of numbness mixed in with all his previous emotions, swirling in a pot to create something new to him. Yet it was melancholic. That's when he saw a black moth alighting itself upon the note Kim had given him which he held in his hands. It vanished curiously before his eyes, and Ivan felt the strange emotion grow stronger.

"Go on, knock!" Mr. Damocles said from the other side of the door. Ivan didn't hear him, someone else was speaking to him.

"Stoneheart, I am Hawkmoth," the voice said. Ivan looked around and found no one was there–it was a voice in his head. It sounded bitter, angry just as he was but it was an anger rooted to something much deeper. "I am giving you the power to seek revenge on those who have wronged you."

"Huh?" Ivan took a step back, startled by the sensation falling over him.

"I am granting you the ability to destroy. The world will be yours," the voice, Hawkmoth, said. Ivan could almost hear the smile spreading across his lips.

"O-ok... Hawkmoth..." Ivan said, not knowing what exactly was happening to him. And just like that, he lost consciousness.

The school began to shake, quaking as if the Earth had ruptured. Destruction blasted open walls and doors, shattering all things around the quaking. Marinette was in the library with a handful of her classmates that didn't have PE. Everyone looked equally confused and horrified.

"What's going on?!" Marinette said. She could hear the sound of massive footsteps drawing near.

"A supervillain?!" Alya beamed, the look in her eyes being that of a crazy woman.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Just as Marinette said this, the wall between the library and hallway came crumbling down by the force of a massive fist made up of stone. "AH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"YES! YES! YES! YES!" Alya squealed, pulling out her phone to record. She had gotten to her feet, and began filming the mysterious stone fist as it disappeared back into the hallway.

"ALYA WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"Where there's a supervillain, there's a superhero! Come on!" Alya beckoned and began to run after the stone creature which was lumbering its way down the hall now.

"HEY! WAIT! UGH, you could get hurt!" Marinette called out, not daring to leave her ground. "You- ... and she's gone. And so is the monster. We're gonna die. This is great." She began rambling to herself, a few curses slipping out as she began to sink below a desk in fear. The world was still shaking, though it wasn't as intense now that the monster was gone. Someone tapped her shoulder. "WHO DID WHAT DO WHAT-"

"Hello miss," a tall woman said, bending over elegantly. Marinette was unsure if this woman just looked tall because she herself was sitting on the floor, or if she was actually, in fact, a giant woman.

"Who are you?!" Marinette said, realizing that she'd never seen the woman before, and she was suspiciously in the school with no ID badge.

"What's that girl's name? She's your friend, I assume," the woman said, ignoring Marinette's question entirely.

"Oh uh- um- are you new here?"

"You think I'm a student? Well, I'm glad you think I look young enough to be," the woman chuckled softly, "What was that girl's name?"

"A-alya," Marinette answered, "She- She's going to get herself in danger. She could get hurt, and I don't know what to do!"

"Well-" The woman faltered, her face looking rather confused or perplexed. Marinette gave her a suspicious look before glancing down at the woman's chest which was now glowing a faint pink color. "Actually, come with me. There isn't much time."

She grabbed Marinette's wrist, pulling her from her hiding spot under the desk. She began to run out the door... or rather, hole in the wall... tugging Marinette along behind her. It was then that Marinette had an answer to her first curiosity. The woman was three heads taller than her!

"Hey wait! Who are you?!"

"I will explain everything in a moment!" the woman replied, "We need privacy first."

"Should I call the cops? Are you kidnapping me?!"

"Oh heavens no! Where do you live?"

"You are very creepy! Let go of me!" Marinette tried prying the woman's hand off her wrist, but her grip was much too strong. Nonetheless, the woman let go.

"You want to help your friend, yes?" the woman said, turning around sharply and bending over to be almost level with Marinette.

"Please don't hurt me."

"I won't hurt you," the woman assured, "I would never hurt you, or anyone. I want to help you. Now, where do you live?"

"The bakery..? My dad will beat you up if you pull anything."

"Oh, have some faith in me darling," the woman said, grabbing Marinette's hand. Before she could react, reality began stripping itself of paint and Marinette was sure she had died. She felt like she was floating, being pulled around in every which way. Then, not a second later, her feet were on solid ground and she was standing in her bedroom.

The woman stood before her, though her clothes were now completely different. She wore a hanfu, or dress (Marinette, despite being Chinese, knew nothing about it). The fabrics were an assortment of reds, pinks, yellows and greens. Marinette hadn't noticed before, but the woman had two antenna looking barbs crowning her head, and the shell of a ladybug upon her back.

"What the fuck-"

"What is your name?!" the woman asked kindly, though Marinette felt like she had just snuffed a handful of cocaine.

"Who are you?! WHAT are you?! How did we teleport?!"

"We didn't teleport, I just flew."

"Who are you?!" Marinette reached for something to throw at the crazy lady.

"I am Tikki, the kwami of creation. Do not be afraid." The woman bowed as she said this.

"I AM VERY MUCH AFRAID!" Marinette shrieked and threw a humidifier at the kwami.

"I know this is very strange to you, but I felt a connection. A real connection, and I just know-"

"MOM!" Marinette ran to the hatch door which led to the stairwell.

"No! No! No! No! No! I am your friend! You must trust me! You're the only one who can stop Stoneheart!" Tikki said, rushing to intervene.

"What do you mean?!"

"I have the ability to make you the protector of this city," Tikki replied.

"Huh?!"

"A superhero!"

"Yeah yeah... no. Not me. Pick Alya, she loves superheroes," Marinette said, fumbling backwards.

"Well, I was going to, but the connection I felt when I met you is stronger! You're the one! She has another purpose of her own," Tikki explained.

"But how am I supposed to be a hero?" Marinette asked.

"These earrings will grant you my abilities... to some extent," Tikki said, pulling out a pair of delicate earrings which rested elegantly in the palm of her hand.

"Ok... and?"

"You will have to find an object on this villain where an akuma is hiding, and break it. Once the akuma is released, you MUST make it pure." Tikki traced a finger on the edge of one of the earrings.

"Ok..?"

"Your power is the lucky charm. It'll give you a tool that will help you on your mission. Then, after it's all over, you can mend the damage caused by the villain by disposing of the charm and releasing the miraculous ladybugs. Oh yeah, I'm ladybug based. I forgot to mention that," Tikki continued.

"Yeah uh... I saw the wings. Ugh, this is going so fast! I don't think I can do this!" Marinette groaned.

"You have to trust yourself!" Tikki said, placing the earrings carefully in Marinette's hands. Marinette hesitantly took them and put them on, anxiousness bubbling around in her gut. She felt like her heart was racing a million miles a minute. She looked up to where Tikki previously stood, and found the kwami was now... incredibly small. She was the size of Marinette's hand.

"WHAT THE HECK-"

"I'm travel size. It happens whenever someone wears the jewels and I'm not too fond of it. But whatever." Tikki rolled her eyes with annoyance. She looked like a cute little chibi. "Now, when you say 'spots on' you-"

"Spots on?"

"Wait no-"

A flash of pinkish light consumed Marinette, nearly blinding her with its abruptness. She staggered around with her eyes shut, groaning and mumbling until she tripped on her own two feet and came crashing to the floor. She opened her eyes, still seeing spots from the flash blindness. She blinked them away, trying to regain herself when she noticed her hands. They now wore dainty black gloves that ran all the way up to her elbows.

"Oh no-" Marinette said, horror consuming her. She staggered to her feet, her eyes glued to her hands. "No! No! No! No! No!" She rushed to face the standing mirror in her room and her stomach did a flip.

The world no longer made sense, and now she really did consider the possibility that she'd somehow snuffed cocaine. Her clothes were gone, replaced by the enchanting fabrics of a chinese warrior hanfu. It was red and spotted, though the sleeves remained a solid color. It had a pink trim where the red met the seams and ends, and at her waist was a large black cloth-like ribbon, tied around the hanfu. Her face was masked around the eyes and her hair was somehow significantly longer now, and tied into two pigtails which were each adorned with a long red ribbon.

"Tikki... what just happened... Tikki?" Marinette looked around for the kwami but found she was nowhere to be seen. "Tikki?! Where did you go?! How do I get this off?!"

"Marinette? Are you up there?" she heard her mother call.

"Crap-" Marinette's blood ran cold. She quickly ran out to the balcony that was attached to her bedroom and began pacing. Thoughts began spilling out, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do. "Ok, ok, ok. Calm down. This is fine. I'm fine. Apparently, now I have powers? And this..." she looked to her waist and grabbed the yoyo attached to the waist tie, "incredible, magic yoyo thingy."

Marinette spun it around. She was never good at using a yoyo, and couldn't even imagine why a superhero would need one. Perhaps it was a disguised weapon. She tossed it out in the air before her balcony, just to see how far it would go... and to her surprise, it went far. Further than she could see, in fact. Wherever it landed, it was stuck, and she still held the string. She gave it a careful tug and suddenly her whole body went flying into the air.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! HOLY MOTHER OF-"

She had just managed to scale nearly half of Paris and was still flying. The yoyo string was spinning in all directions as she began to plummet towards the paved roads of Paris. That's when she saw another figure. And in fact, she ran into that figure. Marinette screamed as the yoyo string tangled around her legs, catching onto something and suspending her upside down in the air.

She wasn't alone, of course. There was a boy in the exact same situation as she, the one she'd crashed into. And now they were quite literally stuck to each other. Marinette could already feel the blood rushing to her head.

"Hello there?" the boy said with surprise, "Nice of you to drop in."

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." She began trying to wriggle herself free. The yoyo string loosened and both Marinette and the boy came crashing to the ground with a thud. Of course, the yoyo was still hooked onto whatever had snagged her before, even as she tried tugging on it.

"You must be the partner the kwami dude told me about. I'm uh.... Chat Noir. And you?"

Ma-" the yoyo became unstuck and struck her square on the head- "I hate myself."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I'm still learning the ropes too," Chat Noir said with a wink. Marinette was now able to get a better look at him. He wore a black mask around his eyes and two cat looking ears on his head, buried in his blond hair. Unlike her, his suit didn't look remotely Chinese. He wore a cropped black jacket with a green split undershirt which was long sleeved. Under the shirt was a black suit that was graced by a golden zipper. He wore baggy black pants and a belt that was so long, one end drooped to the floor almost like a tail.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Marinette rose a brow.

"I-" he was interrupted by the sound of a building crumbling to the streets in a dust cloud. Chat Noir jerked his head around to see it in the distance, the sound of dozens of people screaming and running for their lives filling the air. He jumped up inhumanly high, seeming to forget about Marinette, and grabbed a staff that was stretched out between two buildings. So that's what the yoyo was snagged on.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Marinette called out.

"To save Paris! Duh!" the boy called back before disappearing into the dust cloud.

"Ugh... I don't want to do this." Marinette groaned before chasing after him on foot.

A/N
It's finally here, my MLB rewrite! I hope you enjoy this! If you like the story, go follow my blog on tumblr marvelousartcatastrophe because I have more stuff there for it like ref sheets, the character designs, and future sneak peaks at villains.
-Peter