A/N: Hello readers! I am extremely sorry that I haven't been posting and updating in the past year. It seems like such a jerk move on my part and I cannot apologize enough for putting this on an unplanned hiatus. Inspiration has came and went. I seem to get short bursts of inspiration and motivation. Mix that with my procrastination problem and it does not fair well. I can't help but feel that this may disappoint those who have liked this story and waited for it to update. I do hope that this chapter is taken well. But I do apologize in advance if it does seem half-assed. I really hope to whatever ethereal being that is out there that you enjoy this story in the long run. Anyway, I did just write a rather long and negative Author's Note, so I should just let you go to read the chapter (Unless you skipped this part the moment you read A/N). Happy reading!
"Oh chaton, I am doing quite well today! Although, today has become even better as you, mon cher, have to appeared to help me keep the city under our control," Miss Fortune smiled softly and reached her hand to gently touch the white feline's cheek, however he evaded her hand, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.
"Come on, Missy," Miss Fortune let out an semi annoyed groan as he used his nickname for her, "We have work to do," In one fluid movement, he propelled himself off of his back and onto his feet, grabbing his silver staff in the process. Miss Fortune let out a huff, rolling her eyes half-heartedly at Chat Blanc's response. He had always rejected her advances, changing the subject or straight up pushing her away. The young woman sat up, dusting herself off quickly as she got on her own two feet. Chat Blanc looked back at her with a mischievous look before propelling himself off of the roof and onto another one, the screams and yells of the Parisians resuming. Miss Fortune took a deep breath, the annoyed expression turning into a wicked smile as she remembered what she was doing, and took off to continue their rampage through Paris.
"Climatika, I am le Papillon. Your immense delight has caused me to choose you to help me defeat the infamous Miss Fortune and Chat Blanc. Your job is to defeat the two, gaining their miraculous and delivering it to me," His voice was gentle and comforting, but at the same time strong and determined.
"Of course, le Papillon, I plan to do my best,"
The cries of the innocent Parisians continued as pandemonium broke out, the chaos caused by the white feline and his spotted accomplice bouncing back and forth between the two, each time the damage increased. The longer the two were together, there was more death and destruction than there had been the past few minutes.
A mace head on a chain flew from Miss Fortune's hand, a vile look plaguing her features. However, a blast of ice flew down from above, the mace head now frozen to one of the many sidewalks instead of wrapped around a street lamp as intended. Miss Fortune's face contorted from vile into something of fury.
"I am Climatika! Your weather girl is here to tell you that your hurricane is about to cease!" An exuberant voice cried out. The girl sounded fairly young, but filled with so much joy. And Miss Fortune did not seem to appreciate the interruption.
Not one bit.