Opposition: Two different items, qualities, or people representing different moral fibers at odds against each other.

The man in the black attire playing the piano never looked up from his instrument, his art. The playing filled the empty streets with the solemn tone of his masterpiece. The smell of wet raindrops on the pavement became apparent to everyone as what was a small and insignificant drizzle was turning the cement a darker grey and making the plants and trees sag under the weight of even the smallest drops of water. Les Notes de Chargin. The Notes of Grief were heard all throughout Paris. As the man in black played the chords with such remarkable beauty. Tears fell from the eyes of Durant, and Marinette. And without warning Tikki was enveloped in a cloak of sunlight. Marinette and Durant had to look away for it hurt their eyes too try and look.

The notes grew lower on the piano, and the Man in Black played the piano with such a growing intensity, tears formed in the eyes of Chat Blanc who then was at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Not even Nooroo, a deity, a god among mortals could escape the beauty of the mortal instrument and music. The sunlight faded and as Durant and Marinette gazed forward, they saw the most beautiful woman both had ever seen. She was short at a height of only about five feet in the air. But perfect length in hair, perfect facial structure, and wonderous deep ocean eyes, with speckled waves of different colors. She wore a red dress jeweled earrings. Marinette recognized that, the person standing before her, was her kwami, her guide, her mentor.

The piece ended as soon as it had begun, Tikki took the hand of the Man in Black, and he turned to face her. To Marinette the man in black looked so so familiar, his green eyes pierced her like someone else's. It struck Marinette like lightning, that must be Chat Noir's kwami!

"You don't have to beat yourself up over this," Tikki explained to the Man in Black, tears streamed from his eyes as he lay his head on Tikki's shoulder and cried, then sobbed. He muttered phrases like "I could've stopped it..." and "It's all my fault...". Off of a police instinct to comfort citizens of his city, Durant walked softly towards him, and pat his back and looked at him.

"You need to stop crying sir, it doesn't help our situation," Durant slightly pleaded. Marinette knew that was the kwami of Chat Noir, and she gambled that he would have a personality similar to his, therefore would have a similar way of getting better. She took a couple steps forward and called.

"You know, I always knew that the kwami of Chat Noir would be interesting to look at in a human form," she strode towards him and put an arm around his, "But no one warned me that he would sweep me off my feet so easily with just his gaze alone." She sighed flirtingly as Tikki realized what Marinette was doing and copied her movement.

"Isn't he just gorgeous and handsome Marinette?" Tikki cooed as a spark in Plagg made him stop crying and want to look better for the girls. "He's mine, and mine only." Tikki said dragging a finger over his bottom lip and looking into his eyes. Durant, the complete opposite of a ladies man, or a man's man stumbled over his words slightly.

"If I were um, a girl I would totally um- d-date you dude because wow you're ho-" Tikki put a hand on his and shook her head at him smiling as Adrien's kwami laughed it off and hugged all three of them.

"Alright everyone," Marinette spoke, "Lets fill him in on the situation."