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It had been three weeks since Adrien had found the small black box that had held, what seemed to be, two plain silver ear clasps. The type worn on the top curve of your ear, and something that had taken quite a few moments of fast talking for him to be able to keep them on during photoshoots. (They had created a trend within a week and his father used that to make it seem like it was the plan from the start.) Three weeks since they had flashed and a little red with black spots creature had appeared in front of him and had happily told him he was her next chosen Phantom Thief.
There may or may not have been some dignity destroying flailing for a few moments when that had registered, because all his years of watching anime was clearly meant for this moment.
He had baulked a little at first at the thought of stealing things, because he had morals and could never see himself as someone that would willingly steal, but Tikki had assured him that most of her ladybugs in the past had returned whatever item had been stolen once the negative energy had been cleansed from it. And that had made him giddy as well because he was actually going to help protect Paris, and even the world.
That didn’t start right away though, no those three weeks were mostly him getting used to transforming (He had a transformation, he was never going to get over that.) and learning how to move around and figuring out what he could and couldn’t do while in his suit. Even learning how to use the whole Lucky Charm aspect on various muggers and robbers he would come across before jumping away again. Even the baton that felt natural to have as a weapon in his hand he practiced with just to make certain he was ready for anything.
It was at the end of the fourth week that he ran into her.
The sounds of the Parisian streets had become a well known background noise to him as he vaulted from one roof to another by this point he could filter it all out and still hear if anything he needed to look into happened. Which was why he was confused when one simple sound had made him come to a screeching halt on a roof as if someone had slammed down on actual brakes.
Ding
Bells were not an uncommon sound, from the chimes of clocks tolling the hour, bells above doors jangling as someone new entered or left a building, and even the clinking of tags or actual bells on pet collars as cats roamed or dogs were walked down the dusk covered streets. So he was confused by why this particular bell had caused such a reaction in him. Until he turned towards the noise and saw someone crouched on a chimney stack looking away from him.
Dark black cat ears that seemed to be made out of a mixture of leather and velvet sat on top of a head of black, almost blue hair. Flickering as if actual ears at various sounds and so large that it was almost comical if not for the fact they came off completely adorable in Adrien’s mind. There was an acid green silk bow around a pale neck with a large silver bell nestled in the hollow of her throat and as her head tipped to the side he heard that distinct chime once again despite there being two rooftops between them. The black leather coat with acid green accents and silver fasteners hugged her chest before flaring out at her hips and ending almost skirt like to her knees. A black ribbon wound around her waist like a belt and ended behind her like a tail, the end diamond tipped with a green stone swaying as it almost scrapped the ground when she stood up, and her pants looked like they may have been nothing more then leggings at first glance but had a thickness to them that spoke of extra padding for protecting that regular leggings would not have, all ending in soft black shoes with a hint of something green on the bottom he saw when she took a step to turn towards him and off the chimney stack.
That moment was when he fell, as the black leather mask covering from forehead over the bridge of tiny nose managed to obscure a lot of the face from him, even as the intense blue eyes with their cat slit pupils focused on him in confusion. A curious tilt of her head making the slight curls at the end of her loose hair bounce for a moment.
Before he could say anything she had blinked and was suddenly bounding away, already a block between them before he could even take a step.
Later as he puppy dog eyed one of the cooks into smuggling him a plate of cookies that he shared with Tikki he learned that whoever she was, was going to be his partner.
“Plagg’s chosen are always picked to compliment whoever I’ve chosen, you’re more upfront and visible and willing to get into a fight, so your black cat is someone that will stay back and only get involved in a fight if she needs to. A counterpoint to you and the way you see things in certain situations. She’ll also be the one to deal with the brunt of any bad luck that may happen on a mission, as well as handing out bad luck to any that try to stop you. She will be the destruction to your creation.”
Adrien was already halfway in love.
When he next saw her and her hair was now in two low pigtails with acid green ribbons holding them in place, and she had smirked and tipped his hat from his head with one clawed finger, and made a joke about how it seemed she was going to have to place all her bets on lucky color red he knew he was going to marry this girl.