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I held the gun in one hand, the cool steel tickling my hands. A deep breath was taken before I jumped out from behind the wall and aimed the lethal weapon at my target. Bang, the gun sounded and my body shuddered with the impact of the force.

In a quick second, lights flashed through the room and clapping echoed through the concrete room. Rena Rouge, my best friend, bounded in and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Her muffled altered voice said, "You did it! A new high score!" The voice scrambler makes our voices more robotic and gives it a deeper or higher pitch so that if we met the person as our civilian self we wouldn't recognize their voice. Rena's voice was a higher pitch today and I had to refrain myself from wincing. She beamed as she stared at all the targets I had shot in the limited time. "We're definitely getting the next big job, Ladybug."

Her orange hood shielded her identity from any prying eyes, and her black and orange outfit did wonders to accentuate her curves. The mostly orange outfit made her stand out, and it accentuated her curves with the black fabric, and her hood was one with floppy fox ears that made her look adorable.

My own hood, one of a red colour with black spots scattered on it, covered my own identity from her. My outfit didn't have any animal ears, instead, I had a flap of fabric strapped to my back that when used properly, made a set of wings that I could use to glide through the sky with, much cooler if you asked me. I used my gloved hand to pull it further down my face. "Thanks, Rena, but we've got to go see The Guardian now, he's handing out the assignments any minute now," I informed her with a laugh, my own voice scrambler doing its job by making my voice unidentifiable. The Guardian was our keeper if you will, he was the one that kept all the spies that worked for Miraculous Inc in line.

Through the mask she wore. that covered most of her face, I could see her roll her eyes. "We've gotta go see the idiots." She meant Chat Noir and Carapace. Those two have been our rivals for as long as I can remember.

Since Miraculous Inc trained all of its spies since childhood, we've all been a tight-knit group while also somehow keeping an anonymity going. Anyways, like any kids, it was girls vs boys in most of our training exercises, always Ladybug, Rena Rouge, and Queen Bee vs Chat Noir and Carapace.

Queen Bee, the last of the girl spies in our group, was currently on a mission and wouldn't be back for a while, which was sad because it felt like our trio was missing something.

I had no problems with anyone in our group, in fact, we were all so close as if we were best friends, but lately, I couldn't stand to be around Chat Noir. Which had no reason to do with his personality-he was quite fun to hang around- it had everything to do though with the Friday a month ago. We were on a mission together, one where we played people much older than our current age of eighteen; it was a masquerade that we attended, each of us in our respective colours of dresses and ties.

Let's just say that Chat Noir (who I will admit looks delicious in a suit) and I had a... moment... It hasn't been the same between us since!

Rena Rouge and I walked, our footsteps in sync, and soon we arrived in the meeting room where The Guardian was waiting for us. Everyone was there, even Queen Bee, which gave Rena and I a reason to tackle her in a hug. "You're back so early!" I exclaimed as I ignored the feel of prying eyes from a certain cat on my back.

"The Guardian called me in to help out with the mission, someone else from Team C is filling in for me." Bee informed us, her yellow and black outfit making her own golden hair shine. The mostly yellow hoodie had black striped horizontally on it and her leggings were black and had one vertical stripe on the side in a golden honeycomb pattern. Her voice scrambler made her voice very high pitched and faster, like an insect I guess, so her words and her mouth didn't always match up.

"Attention Miraculors!" The Guardian popped up from who-knows-where, he was dressed in a long purple robe and stared at all of us. "I have a group mission that will include all five of you, otherwise known as Team A." His hand gestured wildly and a screen popped up, a projector lit up and the wall showed a school, a high school to be exact. "We have reason to believe that Hawkmoth is recruiting his Akumas from teenagers from this school, due to this I will be sending you all in undercover as students. You will blend in, because a school from across town will be merging with it, so nothing unusual should be brought up about your arrival, you'll just be new students.

"Hawkmoth, as you all know, is a dangerous ex-agent and should be classified as a Code Red dangerous opponent, don't underestimate him, please." The screen shifted into a picture of the class. I tried my best to focus- I really did!- but I could feel Chat Noir's mesmerising green eyes staring at me and I had to look over. His outfit was his usual black hoodie with emerald green seams to match his eyes, and his mask had stitched on whiskers in the fabric. The ears attached to his hood dropped slightly when I looked at them as if reacting to his emotions. Letting my eyes wander, they landed back to his own gleaming eyes...

The mission was going great, and I felt amazingly sexy in this red backless dress. I've never thought that I'd ever miss dresses, but this made me feel more empowered in it than the hoodie could ever do, the only downside to this look was that I was freezing. I swear that if anyone looked close enough they could see my lips turning blue.

My body could feel the stares of the men in the party tracking me as I walked down through the room. I was able to ignore all of the stares except one, this one was a nice change to the ice-cold atmosphere, it was burning hot. My head turned, my dark hair wavered around me, and I locked eyes with my coworker, Chat Noir.

A regular tux adorned him, but his emerald green tie (that matched his eyes) made him stand out in the crowd. It was weird seeing him without the hoodie and cat ears, but I couldn't say that I didn't like this look. His black matte mask was sleek and I couldn't help but want to slide it off to see who was really behind the alias of Chat Noir.

He walked over to me, stalking me like a real cat would its prey. Standing beside me, he took off his black coat and placed it over my shoulders, wrapping me in his coat and basking me in warmth. "You looked cold," he whispered to me and I closed my eyes and relished in his true voice. We couldn't wear our voice scramblers in this mission since it would draw attention to us, and we were told to try and avoid talking to the others through means that weren't the burner phones, mine in my purse.

Ignoring the rule (more like guideline) about not talking to each other without our scramblers, I quipped, "Well, how gentlemanly of you, Kitty. I didn't think you had it in you."

Flashing a dashing smile at me, he took my hand and leaned in close so he was talking straight into my ear. "There are many things you don't know about me, M'lady." He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I held in a shudder. "Now," he stepped back, "do you want to dance?"

Without thinking it over, I placed my hand in his and he pulled me into the middle of the room where couples were dancing to a song that was being played by the live instrumental band. "Isn't it sad that in about thirty minutes this will be all over?" he asked me as we swayed to the classical song.

His unfiltered voice swept over me like sweet honey and I had to physically control myself to not swoon. I was better than this, hell I've known this guy since we were in elementary school, so why was he affecting me like this now? Forcing myself to focus, I responded quietly so no one would overhear, "Indeed. But it's about time to take this corrupt politician down anyways. He deserves it. Anyways, this way we can get back to base and get a new mission- one that doesn't place us in a cold landscape. I'm hoping for maybe Greece."

He checked his watch for the time before placing his hand on my waist as we waltzed. We both had nothing to do since the rest of the mission was up to Rena Rouge and Carapace to capture our target, and for Queen Bee to set up a distraction. Chat Noir and I had done all the dirty work and now all we had to do was sit back and blend until the thirty minutes were up and we could go home. I voiced my boredom to him as he spun me.

In response to that, he leaned in close and placed a small butterfly kiss on my neck, "I know something we can do to pass the time."

I was snapped out of my thoughts and I quickly tore my eyes away from his and instead looked at Carapace who was in his dark green hoodie with some black accents on the back to create a turtle shell pattern. Carapace didn't notice my gaze though because his was on a certain fox who was looking intently at the plans The Guardian was giving us.

He was so in love with her.

With a small smile, I turned my attention back to The Guardian for the last part of the update which I'll just get Rena to fill me in on later. "Any questions?" The Guardian asked us.

We all shook our heads and a huge smile overtook his face. "Well then spies, it seems you're off to school then."

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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

I'm already so into writing this, like damn, so proud of myself right now.

Thanks for reading, I'll update next Sunday!

-SecretsInMyHead