My Miraculous, UNLOCK! A PSL for a Ladybug in Japan.
After settling in, Tom and Sabine would have given Marinette a surprise gift, since they could tell that she hadn't fully wanted to come overseas on this trip. So once they were settled in they gave her an envelope. Inside was a concert ticket for the next night and some spending money to buy herself either something to wear for the concert, or cloth if she wanted to make something herself, since the air B&B they were staying at had a sewing machine. They would be at the concert too, since it was a strange city in a foreign country and all, but they assured her they would be sitting several rows back.
They totally weren't going so Tom could spy on if she was flirting with any Japanese boys, NOPE! Not at all. She can't prove it.
Anyway.
So she would be given an afternoon with some money and a map to wander if she wanted to, so long as she was home in time for dinner. There might have been threats that if she was late coming back for dinner they would spend the whole concert glued to her side, but that was probably a joke. Right?
It was cold outside, late December snows keeping some people indoors, so the streets weren't too crowded, but that made it that much easier to catch hints of conversations from the people who were out. Teenagers and kids were talking about school, and sports, and the upcoming concert which seemed to be a big deal. The two main acts were a boy band called Darts and a singer named Utau. There were subtle advertisements here and there, but at least one shop window had a pair of posters for them. Darts was all cookie cutter boy band, and on the young side. Nothing like the energy someone would get from a Jagged Stone poster. It looked like SAFE had been the key word for the design team.
The poster for Utau however....
The girl in the poster couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and the babydoll black dress and the blond pigtails should have made her look soft and safe as well. Should have made her look young, even with the tall heels she was wearing. But there was nothing comforting or cookie cutter about the poster of her. Everything from the look in her eyes to her stance seemed to act as a warning. Or maybe that was just because Mari knew ChloƩ. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude ChloƩ tried to have. But what held people going by was the expression on her face. The eyes. Where all the boys of Darts were smiling brightly at the camera, and thus the passer bye, her violet eyes held a challenge, her lips a slight down turn that might remind one of Gabriel Agreste at his more irritated. As though the photo shoot, or perhaps the audience, was a waste of her time.
In fact, some of the people passing by would comment, and Mari could hear them, about how she was so pretty, why wouldn't she smile, or about how her music was so good you almost didn't care that her poster looked like it hated you. A few guys starred dreamily at the poster, though.
One boy, maybe 19 or so, stopped near Mari, eyeing the poster for a moment, his eyes cool, his face blank, hands in his pockets. Unlike everyone else, he hadn't bothered with a winter coat, wearing an all black outfit with small silver crosses here and there. He had short dark blue hair and for some reason might aaaaaalmost remind her of Chat, though there was no logical reason for it. Tikki, however, would sense something from him. The boy didn't seem to notice Mari at all, however, and would turn and walk off again after only a moment, seeming bored.
And he wouldn't be the only one Tikki would sense something odd about. Not five minutes later, three girls would be passing, huddled in their jackets. Two of them looked about a year or two younger than Marinette, the third looked a year or two younger than that. The youngest looking one had brownish hair in pigtails that DID make her look younger, but the barrettes might have something to do with that. Big red bows. She was also bouncing a bit as she walked, and all her mannerisms made her seem young. Of the other two, one had shockingly pink hair with a red X hair barrette over one small lock that was pulled up over the rest, and bored seeming gold eyes. She was hunched into her black and red jacket against the cold. The third had long purple hair Juleka would have loved and kind eyes, along with small kind expressions. She moved with a gentle grace, small fluid motions, and her jacket was well tailored to her and looked very feminine in style and cut. Very well made. The other two were clearly wearing off the rack coats, hers looked custom designed for her.
The youngest was talking animatedly. "Are we going to Utau's concert this time too, do you think? Should we ask Kukai and Tadase at school tomorrow?"
"Do we have a choice, after last time?" The pink haired one grumbled.
"Hmmm," the purple haired one said. "We probably should go. Let's bring it up at the meeting, alright?"
She looked like she was about to say something then looked around, scowling. She stared at Marinette for a moment then looked past her, before turning to the purple haired girl. "Where are Ran and the others?"
"I think Kiseki said something about training, they'll be along." And with that the three kept walking.
But not only would Tikki sense something odd from those three, the pink haired one the most, but.... something the pink haired one was wearing or carrying under that coat and scarf, hidden from sight, was something that Tikki would feel like a wave of power. As if she had just eaten one of the macarons with an enhancement potion in it. Something that girl had with her would make Tikki feel strong and amped up... but it wasn't any feeling she'd recognize.
They totally weren't going so Tom could spy on if she was flirting with any Japanese boys, NOPE! Not at all. She can't prove it.
Anyway.
So she would be given an afternoon with some money and a map to wander if she wanted to, so long as she was home in time for dinner. There might have been threats that if she was late coming back for dinner they would spend the whole concert glued to her side, but that was probably a joke. Right?
It was cold outside, late December snows keeping some people indoors, so the streets weren't too crowded, but that made it that much easier to catch hints of conversations from the people who were out. Teenagers and kids were talking about school, and sports, and the upcoming concert which seemed to be a big deal. The two main acts were a boy band called Darts and a singer named Utau. There were subtle advertisements here and there, but at least one shop window had a pair of posters for them. Darts was all cookie cutter boy band, and on the young side. Nothing like the energy someone would get from a Jagged Stone poster. It looked like SAFE had been the key word for the design team.
The poster for Utau however....
The girl in the poster couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and the babydoll black dress and the blond pigtails should have made her look soft and safe as well. Should have made her look young, even with the tall heels she was wearing. But there was nothing comforting or cookie cutter about the poster of her. Everything from the look in her eyes to her stance seemed to act as a warning. Or maybe that was just because Mari knew ChloƩ. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude ChloƩ tried to have. But what held people going by was the expression on her face. The eyes. Where all the boys of Darts were smiling brightly at the camera, and thus the passer bye, her violet eyes held a challenge, her lips a slight down turn that might remind one of Gabriel Agreste at his more irritated. As though the photo shoot, or perhaps the audience, was a waste of her time.
In fact, some of the people passing by would comment, and Mari could hear them, about how she was so pretty, why wouldn't she smile, or about how her music was so good you almost didn't care that her poster looked like it hated you. A few guys starred dreamily at the poster, though.
One boy, maybe 19 or so, stopped near Mari, eyeing the poster for a moment, his eyes cool, his face blank, hands in his pockets. Unlike everyone else, he hadn't bothered with a winter coat, wearing an all black outfit with small silver crosses here and there. He had short dark blue hair and for some reason might aaaaaalmost remind her of Chat, though there was no logical reason for it. Tikki, however, would sense something from him. The boy didn't seem to notice Mari at all, however, and would turn and walk off again after only a moment, seeming bored.
And he wouldn't be the only one Tikki would sense something odd about. Not five minutes later, three girls would be passing, huddled in their jackets. Two of them looked about a year or two younger than Marinette, the third looked a year or two younger than that. The youngest looking one had brownish hair in pigtails that DID make her look younger, but the barrettes might have something to do with that. Big red bows. She was also bouncing a bit as she walked, and all her mannerisms made her seem young. Of the other two, one had shockingly pink hair with a red X hair barrette over one small lock that was pulled up over the rest, and bored seeming gold eyes. She was hunched into her black and red jacket against the cold. The third had long purple hair Juleka would have loved and kind eyes, along with small kind expressions. She moved with a gentle grace, small fluid motions, and her jacket was well tailored to her and looked very feminine in style and cut. Very well made. The other two were clearly wearing off the rack coats, hers looked custom designed for her.
The youngest was talking animatedly. "Are we going to Utau's concert this time too, do you think? Should we ask Kukai and Tadase at school tomorrow?"
"Do we have a choice, after last time?" The pink haired one grumbled.
"Hmmm," the purple haired one said. "We probably should go. Let's bring it up at the meeting, alright?"
She looked like she was about to say something then looked around, scowling. She stared at Marinette for a moment then looked past her, before turning to the purple haired girl. "Where are Ran and the others?"
"I think Kiseki said something about training, they'll be along." And with that the three kept walking.
But not only would Tikki sense something odd from those three, the pink haired one the most, but.... something the pink haired one was wearing or carrying under that coat and scarf, hidden from sight, was something that Tikki would feel like a wave of power. As if she had just eaten one of the macarons with an enhancement potion in it. Something that girl had with her would make Tikki feel strong and amped up... but it wasn't any feeling she'd recognize.
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[Not that she figures on being so open about Tikki and her being Ladybug but. Well. He seemed to have his own secrets. She guesses he has a chara of his own. She's just figuring to let him keep that to himself if he prefers. Until he might be ready to talk to her. No sense pushing things. So she gives him a nod and smile, a wave farewell as she walks him downstairs to the door of the bakery so he can head to his hotel or wherever he was staying.]
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Time skipping...
There was, of course, an Akuma attack the next day. At the dance school where he was learning. The child in question and been upset because a boy had been chosen to be the prima in their next big show. Not Nagihiko, since he probably wouldn't still be there then, but another boy. She, having expected to be the prima, when Akumatized, had decided that only girls should be dancers anyhow, and so her sparkly Manon-would-love-it wand turned any boy it hit into a girl, and any girl it hit into a reflective statue, so that she could keep checking herself out as she attacked.
There might have been reasons beyond skill that she did not make prima...
Whichever hero would arrive first would get there just in time to see the Akuma "Danseuse Prima" surrounded by mirrored statues of young girls, and other young girls sitting around in a blatantly feminine version of whatever they had been wearing, looking confused and dazed. She was just honing in on one target, a brunette boy almost as lean as Adrien and a year their junior at least. She waved her wand with a cackle... And just too late for them to be close enough to stop it, Nagihiko jumped forward and shoved the boy out of the way. The blast - which looked like a heart - hit Nagihiko square in the back. When he fell to his knees, his plad cape was red, his blue shorts a red skirt, his blue tie became red as well, his shoes becoming boots and his hair was now in a ponytail with flower barrettes.
He looked down at himself. "I... look like Nadeshiko. Great. Because that won't be confusing."
Looking up he saw the hero. "It's in her TIARA!" he/she yelled. Even the voice was NAdeshiko's, as was the way she moved as she got up, though the expression was all Nagihiko, grimmer than Nadeshiko had ever looked.
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You know what to do, kitty. Go for the tiara!
[Chat Noir grins, giving a nod and activating his Cataclysm at the ready, leaping to pounce at the akuma and making to try land on her head or sail over and touch the tiara along the way over top of her.]
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[But, well. Even Ladybug can only be so quick. She doesn't make it either to try and stop it, to maybe pull at his belt to pull him back out of the path of the attack. Chat is hit with it and transforms as well. Whether it might be as noticeable given his Chat Noir outfit is debatable perhaps but still. What gender he was didn't matter to Ladybug so long as Chat could still deal with the item the akuma was in. Which is why she calls out for them to keep at it. Then uses her lucky charm.]
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Thanks for the help. At least it looks like everyone's back to normal and okay. We'd better get going before we change back though.
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[Ladybug says, helping the akuma victim to her feet again. She glances to check on everyone again before giving a wave and heading off, with Chat Noir close behind as they couldn't stay long before transforming back. And while some friends might be aware, their identities were not public knowledge so they had to keep it secret still.]
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[She downs the water quick enough at least. Taking a few minutes in catching her breath from rushing. After a moment she gives a nod and gestures for them to head up to her room. To let her parents get back onto it with their work. Marinette puts her bag on her bed out of the way, Adrien following suit in at least wanting it out of the way that they wouldn't knock the bags or step on them or something.]
Alright. I'm ready! I think.
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"I'm a little tired today," he said sitting on the bed. "Just how often does Paris get attacked, anyhow?"
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[She does literally live at the bakery and all. But still. Her parents would appreciate the business at least. Marinette gives a sympathetic look though, as she takes a bite of her pastry snack and Adrien gives a nod, considering the question for a moment and he chooses his food.]
Hm, often enough. It isn't like people stop having negative emotions for Papillon to take advantage of even if we know that's how he does it with akumatizing people. But it works out since we have Ladybug and Chat Noir to save us and fix things.
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He considered the answers. "Is there any way for people to find and talk to them, when there isn't an emergency?"
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[Marinette pauses, biting at her lower lip briefly as she has a mouthful of pastry. Adrien swallows his mouthful and chimes in for her. In trying to explain and still in a way that doesn't give away that he himself was Chat Noir.]
Ladybug and Chat Noir come to help if there's an emergency. I haven't seen them otherwise. I guess it's hard to ignore and not hear if there's an akuma attacking though. Why? I'm sure they already know you're grateful if you wanted to thank them. They save people all the time. They know we appreciate what they do here in Paris.
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[Adrien raises an eyebrow at that, unsure how to respond. Telling him he was literally talking to Chat Noir would give things away, obviously. Marinette bites her lower lip, more familiar with the chara and all back home. What his sister was capable of. She isn't sure just how much his sister might have told him though, regarding her being Ladybug and all. Plus....Adrien was right there, so.]
Well things often happen at school with our class? Right Adrien? Maybe I could keep a note or something and give it to Ladybug? Next time she and Chat Noir come to school? But...how do you mean help?
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