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Marinette woke up in her usual bedroom, the attic of her parents' house. It isn't too large, but also not too small, and even had a bit of a balcony. Marinette is just an average girl with an average life, no secret about her. She likes knitting, sewing, designing clothes, and a certain model who seems so untouchable, yet so reachable at the same time.
"Marinette! Marinette! You need to wake up, dear!" a female voice calls out.
Marinette stirred slightly before mumbling. "Just five more minutes..."
The voice sighs. "You said the exact same thing five minutes ago, and the five before that, too. By this rate, you'll be late on your first day in 5th grade."
That finally got the sleepy girl to wake up. Looking at her phone, she shrieked. "20 minutes?! Oh god! I am so late! I need to get ready. Now!" she exclaimed.
The female voice sighed in a motherly manor. "Breakfast is already prepared, Mari. Just don't spill any of it."
Marinette quickly got dressed, stumbling down the stairs leading into her room and into the living room. She quickly greeted her mother, ate breakfast and rushed into the bakery attached to the house.
"Morning, sleepyhead. I am still opening the store, but I have prepared your "Welcome Back" gift for your class. Remind me, what grade are you in again?" a burly man in a blue t-shirt asks.
"7th. Sorry, papa, but I really don't have time to talk! See you later!" Marinette exclaimed in a hurry, grabbing the macaron box and rushing out of the store.
Leaving the store, some clear thoughts form. "Another new day at school. I wonder what everyone did over the break," she asks herself.
Rushing towards the school, she suddenly spots an older man, maybe in his 80s, crossing the street, and a car rushing right at him. Without thinking, Marinette rushed into the traffic and pulled the man towards the other side. "Oh, what a fine young lady. I am sure you are very nice," he says.
Marinette chuckles, slightly out of breath. "Thanks I get that a lot," she says. Looking at her half ruined box of macarons, she sighed. "Ah great... The first day of school, and I already mess something up... How predictable..."
The old man, however, gave a smile. "Now now, you may not be lucky, but you saved my life. That's gotta count for something."
Marinette sighed. "You're right, monsieur. Anyways, I gotta hurry! Stay safe and look before crossing the road!"
Watching Marinette rush off, the old man looked at a jewelery box with a smile. "Seems like some people still have manners... ...She's kind... If I just hadn't lost them..." he mumbled.
Rushing into the classroom, Marinette almost stumbles again, but catches herself. "Sigh... Marinette, good to see you arrive on time," a ginger-haired woman sighs.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Bustier. I overslept and needed to get here fast, then there was this old man on the road, I saw a car driving at him and needed to-" Marinette tries to explain, but Ms. Bustier calms her down.
"Don't worry, Marinette, I understand. You did a good thing, and you're not late. Now, sit down. We'll begin shortly."
Marinette went to sit at her usual seat, what she didn't expect was a new classmate. "Hm? Oh, sorry. I didn't realise I'd have a benchmate. I'm Alya Césaire, nice to meet you," the new girl greeted.
"I'm Marinette. Nice to meet you, too."
As the class was just about to begin, the door, once again, bursts open. Behind it were two girls, one obnoxious looking blonde one with an interesting hair pin, and a meeker looking, ginger-haired one. "Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! How can he make me walk to school!" the blonde one complains.
"I-It's alright, Chloé. At least we aren't late," the ginger girl tries to calm the blonde one.
"Who are they?" Alya asks, gesturing towards the two girls who just entered.
"Those are Chloé and Sabrina. Sabrina's... fine, she's just following Chloé around and does whatever she's told. Chloé, however? She's the worst. She's had something against me since day one. Don't ask me why, I don't know the answer myself," Marinette answers.
Alya looks at the two girls again. "...Somehow, I get the feeling there's more to her."
On the other side of Paris, a boy is sitting in his room. It is quite large, shelves stacked with a lot of CDs, a few old arcade cabinets, a kicker table, a basketball basket, and more. It was quite wealthy looking, in all honesty. The boy is Adrien Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste, one of the world's largest fashion designers. Adrien isn't exactly your typical teen. He's quite wealthy, the son of a famous person, and a fashion model. You'd think that he'd know many people, or have a lot of friends, but no. The opposite is the case. He's quite lonely, except for his friendship with Chloé Burgeois, the daughter of Paris' mayor.
"Urgh... Father is out on some business trip, Nathalie's with him, and Placide is busy guarding the house... Great... There's nothing to do..." a bored Adrien says. "...I could sneak out... Urgh... But then father would get mad..." he said aloud. In truth, Adrien didn't exactly care. He just wants something to actually happen in his life. He was fed up with his usual routine. "...Forget it. I'm just gonna take a quick walk. I won't hurt anyone."
Quietly exiting the confines of his home, making sure his bodyguard didn't see him. Walking around, he comes across a busy street. Luckily, he took a basecap with him. Walking near the entrance of an alleyway, a person rushed into him. Getting back to his feet and rubbing his head, he looked around to see who hte person was, but only found a strange box.
"What... is this?" he mumbled. He figured that he should bring it to the nearest police station, but... something in his head told him that this box, whatever it or its contents are, is important to him and his future. Entering the alley, hiding somewhere, he opened the box. In it lies a small, silver ring. "A piece of jewelery? Who's just run after dropping this?" he asked himself, slipping the ring on his right ring finger. As he did so, a green light erupted, swirling around him. As the light dimmed, a cat-like creature took its place.
"Yawn... What a nice nap... ...Hm? Oh, a new wielder. Name's Plagg, I'm the Kwami of Destruction. I'm everything that is and soon won't be anymore. And you are?"
Adrien stared at the being. "I-I am Adrien. ...Sorry if I'm sounding rude, but... what exactly are you?" he asks.
"I am a Kwami, basically a concept of the universe given form. Or something like that."
The explanation didn't exactly help Adrien understand. "You're... what?" he asks again.
"Eh, don't worry about it. Now then, you look young. The old man must have been choosing you for a reason, but still," Plagg shrugged.
"Old... man?" Adrien asks, confusion evident.
"Ah great... So you just randomly found the Miraculous... That is... bad. ...Wait, do I... know you? I could have sworn I've seen you before... Then again, I've been napping for quite a while... ...That's a problem for future me... Alright, to transform, say: "Claws out." And to detransform, say: "Claws in." Understand?"
Adrien, of course, didn't understand. "Claws out?" he asked in a half question, causing Plagg to get absorbed into his new ring. A green light erupted once again. Dissipating, Adrien now wore a skintight, cat-themed suit.
"What the?! No no no... What am I... ...Huh... Actually, this doesn't look too bad... I... kinda like this..." he says, looking at the new suit he was donning. "Now, uhm... What exactly can I do?" Adrien took a look at his surroundings, noticing a broken bottle reflect a staff on his back. Taking it, it extended. "Argh!" he exclaims, landing ontop of a roof with a thud. "Alright... That needs some getting used to..."
Back in the Françoise Dupont Middle School, Marinette has taken upon chatting with Alya. Turns out, they share some interests. "Reporter, huh? Nice to see you have some goals for the future," Marinette smiles.
"Hey, you're not bad either. I mean, sure, fashion designing is a bit of a steep slope, but from what you've shown me, you will do great."
Marinette chuckles at Alya's response. "Thanks, but I don't think so. I'm far too clumsy for that. You should have seen me this morning. Funnily, the macarons weren't ruined due to me being clumsy. This time, at least."
Looking around, Alya saw Ivan rush out of a classroom, clutching his fist. "...Is he alright?" she asks.
"I... hope so? I remember him mumbling something about Myléne and... a song or something?" Marinette answers, worried.
Later during the break, Marinette stumbled upon a weird box, a mysterious figure leaving before she could see who left the box. "What is this?" she asked herself. Opening the box, a pair of ear rings was found inside. Upon touching them, a small light erupted from them. As the reddish light dimmed, a small creature that somewhat resembled a ladybug appeared. "Argh! W-What kind of monster are you?!" she shrieked.
The being tried to cover Marinette's mouth, with limited success. "Please don't scream. People can't know about me. I am Tikki, the Kwami of Creation. I am everything that isn't yet and is yet to be," the being introduced herself. "...Somehow, I feel like I know you. Hm... Maybe you just resemble one of my previous holders. What's your name?"
"I-I am Marinette," Marinette answers.
"Marinette? That's a wonderful name! ...Hm? The more I look at you, the more I realise you're pretty young... And this also doesn't look like the usual temple... Where... are the Guardians?" Tikki asks.
Marinette looked at her, confused. "Guardians? Temple? What are you talking about?" she asks.
"...I... am not supposed to tell anyone from the outside... Not without permission... ...What I can tell you, is that I can give you incredible abilities! Just say "Spots on!" to transform, and "Spots off!" to turn back. After transforming you can use what's referred to as "Lucky Charm" to create any object you desire. Though... The Miraculouses aren't meant to be used for evil... I do hope you're not like that previous holder of mine..."
"So... I can... transform by saying what exactly? Tikki, spots on?" Marinette says.
"Yep! You just need to put on these ear rings, say the phrase while thinking about transforming, and voila, you're now a ladybug-themed superhero!"
"Well... Let's try... Tikki, spots on!" A red flash occurs. After dimming, Marinette is now dressed in a skin-tight suit with polka dots. "This is... interesting... Huh? What's this?" Marinette mumbles, accidentally yanking her yoyo a bit too hard, sending her flying. "Argh!" Landing on the school's rooftop, she calms herself. "Alright... I'm a superhero with a yoyo as a weapon... No need to panic... No need to- Argh! Time to panic!"
Multiple minutes later, Marinette finally calmed enough to think clearly. "So... I'm a superhero... I have a yoyo as weapon... And I can create any object I desire... Nothing too bad... Wait, I don't want to be a superhero!" she screams. Suddenly, a stone monster crashed through a wall.
"Where's Myléne?!" it calls out. "Ivan?" Marinette mumbles to herself.