A/N

EDIT: Fixed grammar and spelling errors thanks to my mom pointing them out.

I had never seen danny phantom until a few days ago. I had also never seen miraculous ladybug until the beginning of the month. They are great sins indeed. Such great sins, I thought of combining Sin-namon roll with Ghost-roll. *lenny face*

WARNING: Phantom Planet is not canon in this. Danny's family and friends died in the Nasty Burger incident, causing him to become a changed person.

Monday Afternoon, After Lunch. Akuma attack began fourty-seven minutes after last period had started.

Chat didn't know what was happening. It was occurring too fast for his restless, tired mind to handle. The akuma victim had crashed into the school, smashing and breaking his way through walls and doors. He looked like a shadowy monster, blending in with the darkness as the lightbulbs around him exploded as he came near. The screaming of the collegè students, the zombie-like sounds the akuma victim made as he drew near to Chat, was sending the Parisian's hero mind reeling. His head spun as blood dribbled from a gash on his forehead, and his breathing was unsteady as multiple ribs were broken. Where is Ladybug? Was one of the few thoughts he could concentrate on. This akuma had turned an ordinary man into a hallucination-inducing mess, with abilities that seemed mundane, yet provided to the big haul in the end. Every detail was disorienting the usually focused Chat Noir, which led to him getting his ass handed to himself. His chest had an irritating pain that distracted him, there were bruises all over his body, with deep gashes on his sides. The rips had torn through his Miraculous suit, revealing the lightly tanned skin underneath. He struggled to stand up, as the akuma victim edged ever-closer making his groaning noises. Chat backed up against the wall, panic finally seeping into his bones. The black, swirling substance that made the akuma victim's form lifted up what seemed to be a massive arm, and struck at Chat. With a painful, swift motion, Chat ducked the what would be fatal blow. He dry-heaved for a few moments as the insane, lumbering oaf tried to get it's giant fist out of the wall. Before Chat could recollect himself, blood spewed out of his mouth and splattered onto the floor. He held a shaky hand to his left side, where he knew internal bleeding was occurring. He breathed as if he was breathing his final breaths, as one of his lungs had been punctured during the fight. He was slowly drowning in his own blood, and bleeding out ontop of it. Today was not his day. He slowly slipped towards the ground, before landing against it limply with a quiet thump. The akuma raised both arms up with a roar, prepared to finish him off. It's 'fists' slowly morphed into horrific claws, long, slender and undeniably sharp. Chat closed his eyes, mentally saying his farewells and trying to remember what was the best café, before letting out a small, pained breath. Yet that final blow never came. Chat slowly opened his heavy eyelids, to notice a familiar yo-yo wrapped around the arms of the nightmarish beast.

"...Lady...bug?" Chat left out his normal romantic attitude, his mind too focused on trying to survive than trying to woo someone who'd already turned him down so many times. She said nothing, the look of infuriation clear in her eyes. She was determined, not blinded by her rage. She'd been held back by her friends, as they had all been interested to see Chat Noir almost pummeled to death. The moment she was free to escape and transform, she'd been met with Chat Noir dying in a pool of his own blood. Truely, the most dangerous akuma attack yet, however that didn't account for one thing. Ladybug's lucky charm cannot heal Chat Noir. If he wanted to live, he'd have to reveal his identity to Paris. Ladybug knew her partner didn't want that to happen, so she mercilessly swung at that monstrosity with her yo-yo. It wasn't used to ranged attacks, and constantly stumbled at her swings. She could hear the chatter of students behind her, claiming she's never been this vicious before. It was the truth. She's never felt like such a failure of a 'superhero' that isn't even able to watch her own companion's back. Chat is always there for Ladybug, why can't Ladybug be there for him? All these thoughts ran through her mind as she called for her lucky charm. The item was the most ridiculous Ladybug had ever seen. A sponge, of all things. Ladybug shrugged, her lucky planning abilities have been completely lost to her, like reason and logic. She swiftly threw the sponge at the glop of a beast, and to her suprise the sponge had absorbed enough of the akuma's gooey substance that coated it, allowing her to find the akuma-tized item. It was a golden button on their shirt, which stood out to the others, that were made of ivory. She snagged the button off the shirt as she dared to get close, and then stomped vigoriously on that golden button. The dark-purple butterfly flew out of the button as if on cue; Ladybug grabbed it with her right hand before shoving it into her yo-yo after opening it to reveal the pure light within. After the butterfly had been released and the akuma victim returned to normal, she glanced to Chat. The most damage had been done to him, yet walls and doors and floors were still destroyed.

"Miraculous cleanse!" Ladybug threw her lucky charm into the air, and then watched as it exploded into millions of ladybugs. The ladybugs got quick to their magical work of fixing all the damage, and then they barely skimmed over Chat. They avoided him like the plague, and rather just cleaned up his blood. Ladybug stared in horror as the life slowly drained from Chat, and her Miraculous did nothing about it. Tikki's voice echoed in her mind, draining any color from Ladybug's already pale face. 'Ladybug and Chat Noir are like ying and yang, but Chat is like a deflector of Ladybug's cleansing magic. He causes destruction, yet damage done to him cannot be reversed.' Ladybug let out a choked sob as she fell to her knees, repeatedly disagreeing with herself.

"Ladybug... Take me away from...here...So I can... transform back...then remove... Miraculous...you can... heal me then..." Chat's words were clearly pained, as he struggled to breathe after forcing them out. Ladybug nodded quickly, before picking Chat's half-dead body up. She ignored the swarm of students, as she dashed out of the nearest open window. She carried Chat roof top over rooftop, preferring to strain herself to jump than use her yo-yo. Chat's ring gave a quiet beep, warning him he was on his five-minute timer. Ladybug rushed into a building that was under construction, yet luckily there was no construction workers around at the moment. She placed Chat down gently when she thought they were secluded enough. She stared at Chat with anxiety and anticipation, yet whatever shakiness that had enveloped her disipated when Chat's transformation came off, in a flash of green and yellow. He barely had the strength to remove his ring, yet he somehow managed to do so. Ladybug stared in horror at Adrien, who looked even worse without the Miraculous suit hiding most of his injuries. She let out a pained cry as she grabbed her lucky charm which had reverted to it's usual state, before throwing it into the air.

"Miraculous... cure..." She spoke weakly, yet hope was slowly restored to her as the ladybugs scampered to Adrien, cleaning and healing his words. The bruises disappeared from his body, along with his concussion and broken ribs. Ladybug cringed as she could hear the bones setting back into place, yet she was undeniably elated that Chat was okay. She tried to ignore the fact who he was, yet she couldn't stop herself from thinking and staring. She hesitantly reached for his hand, yet she found some comfort when he weakly grasped it, yet it felt like he was holding onto a lifeline. Ladybug found herself watching his unsteady, yet calm breathing. She didn't want to break this moment, yet she knew she had to.

"Ad-... Chaton, we have to get back to the school." Ladybug prevented herself from saying Chat's true name, as he might get the intention they knew each other. Then again, who doesn't know Adrien Agreste? Chat opened his right eye weakly, staring at Ladybug's face. She bit down on her bottom lip, her mood unnerved and restless. Adrien slowly sat up, caressing the left side of Ladybug's cheek. "Try not to tell everyone who I am..." Ladybug smiled sadly, before she noticed Chat's kwami, a small black cat who looked catatonic.

"Kid, you almost died." The ancient kwami finally spoke, his eyes nervously landing on Adrien.

Adrien bit his bottom lip, before picking his silver ring off the ground and placing back on his finger that he usually wore it on. "I know."

Once Adrien had recollected his mentality, he transformed back into Chat Noir. His transformation was weak, as Plagg had been exhausted trying to keep Adrien alive. Ladybug kept staring at Chat, before he waved a hand in front of her face. Ladybug furrowed her eyebrows, before standing up and offering a Chat a hand.

"We should get back...Cameras love us, remember?" Chat stood up smoothly, before offering his arm to Ladybug.

"You look worse than me, and I'm the one who almost died." Ladybug let out a nervous chuckle, despite the fact she was slowly regaining the color to her face. Ladybug lost herself to her thoughts as Chat took her on the most discreet route back to the collegè, as neither of them trusted themselves to exert their powers anymore to get their dramatically. As soon as they arrived, the flashing of media overtook the two. Ladybug seemed to deflate, hiding behind her companion. Chat just waved at the media reporters, flashing a strange, darkened expression. Ladybug could barely understand what they were saying, yet some things stood out to her. 'Ladybug, you know Chat's true identity now, what are your opinions on it?' 'Was Chat truely going to die?' 'How did you save Chat Noir?' She held onto Chat's arm tighter, being painfully reminded of what he looked like before she healed him. Chat took a dramatic bow before pulling Ladybug into the school, and then telling her to part ways so they wouldn't be caught transforming back.

Chat and Ladybug were luckily able to split and transform back without being caught, and return to their friends. To both of their relief, Alya and Nino didn't say much about what had happened. Ladybug and Chat met up in their civilian forms, yet only one knew who it was underneath that mask. Marinette didn't know what to say, or how to react. She didn't act normal, even on her terms. She seemed distant, rather than her usual stuttering, blushing mess. Adrien didn't know what to make of this, yet somehow, he felt like she knew something. The only thing Marinette knew for sure, was the fact that the horrors that week were not over.

The days seemed to pass easily, with only minor akumas with their horrid names. Adrien and Marinette remained eeriely silent to one another, yet as Ladybug and Chat Noir they were slowly becoming comfortable with each other. Until Friday, that is. Ah, Friday. Friday usually is wonderful, as it's the start of the weekend. Yet it's also horrible if a knife fanatic becomes akuma-tized. A raging, acrobatic kinfe fanatic. That throws their knives around. They spin, and knives come shooting out of their cloak. If anyone was around, the hospital bill could have been thousands. Chat Noir's misfortune knew no ends- and it was quite clear during the attack.

Friday Morning, akuma attack began at 6:48 AM.

Adrien had no intention of waking up that early, yet something in Nathalie's cold, cruel bones had made her knock on Adrien's door.

"Adrien, are you awake?" Nathalie's voice was empty and emotionless as usual, yet it sounded muffled through the door. Adrien barely heard or understood anything she said, yet he was slightly jostled frm sleep.

"Huh? What..." He moved his head slightly, yet still had his eyes closed and drool pouring from his mouth.

"There's a photoshoot early this morning, or did you forget?" Nathalie knocked on the bedroom door again, earning a snore in response. She sighed, before speaking once more.

"Adrien. Are you even listening?" She remained silent for a few seconds, before hearing rustling in Adrien's room.

"What? I've been up for hourss...ss. Hhhh.. What... do you want again?" Adrien cracked an eyelid open, only to be assaulted with sunlight. He placed a hand over his eyes, before slowly sitting up.

"Your early morning photoshoot. You'll be late if you don't get up now." Adrien let out a groan as Nathalie entered the room. She scanned the eviroment, somewhat pleased that Adrien's managed to keep his room pristine. Save for his clothes that were scattered on the floor next to his bed. She looked around once more, then noticed Adrien was shirtless. Slight panic crept into her bones, like a seeping chill.

"Are you even wearing anything?" Emotion had seeped into her voice and her expession, as she had paled considerably while averting her eyes.

"Noooo?" Adrien spoke uncertainly, before lifting the covers to take a peek.

"No, I'm not. Shoo." Nathalie let out a strangled grunt as she walked backwards out of the room, promptly locking the door before she closed it. Adrien snorted before looking at the curtains that covered the giant windows in his room. He gave himself a smug smile before throwing the covers off himself. He slid off the bed before stretching, and ignored the startled choke of his kwami.

"Kid, don't tell me you always sleep like that - " Adrien looked behind himself to the bed, before giving Plagg an eyebrow wiggle. The black cat-like kwami gave a disgusted expression towards his wielder.

"Hehe." Was all that escaped Adrien's lips, before he sauntered over to his dresser. There's nothing like streaking, even if it was in your own house. Or bedroom. With a locked door. Either works, it's the same damn thing isn't it? As Adrien sifted through his dresser not the gigantic one with all those glorious expensive clothe items he'd gotten over the years looking for something plain to start the annoyingly chilly morning off with. He found himself some maroon briefs; old worn out blue jeans; a black polo, and a soft, blue sweater. He got dressed fairly quickly, and mentally thanked himself for taking a long, relaxing shower before going to bed. After he finished pulling the sweater over his head, he heard Plagg complaining.

"You have absolutely no fashion tastes, kid." Plagg slowly floated off the small, fluffy pillow Adrien had bought him. He swatted away the kwami, who decided it'd be a blast to poke Adrien's arms and sides. This caused Adrien's face to heat up, giving him a near tomato-like complexion.

"Plagg, stop; it's not that bad." The kwami chuckled before flying into one of Adrien's pockets. Adrien tentatively poked his side, wondering what Plagg was pestering him about. Before he had time to delve into his thoughts, someone knocked on his door. Adrien post-freaked out, before he heard Nathalie's voice on the other side. 'At least it wasn't your dad.' Plagg's voice echoed in Adrien's mind despite him not being transformed.

"Adrien, are you done getting dressed? The limo is waiting for you." Adrien chuckled nervously as he walked up to the door, unlocking it before peeking his head out.

"Uh-uh- Y-yeah. Let's go." With that, Nathalie silently led Adrien to the limo where Gorilla opened the door for him. Adrien sat down quietly, ignoring the sudden cold rush that went through his body. Although he shivered, he made nothing of it. Gorilla showed no concern, so it was obviously nothing. The ride to the park was silent as usual, and surprisingly quicker than Adrien had actually anticipated. He was disappointed, honestly. He stared out the window the entire time, watching the blurring sights of Paris pass him by. The occassional drifting autumnal leaf brushed away by the wind, and the early morning crowds of tourists and people scurrying to their daily lives. Sigh. Adrien had never felt the same coldness in his heart before, as he watched them with envy. His calm, passive expression contorted into envy and disgust. He barely ghosted a finger over the window before seeing the outside blur come to a stop. Adrien looked at the people who were at the park this early, and he found Marinette and Alya. Marinette's eyes caught him for only the slightest of moments, before she glanced at the more interesting attraction at the moment. A woman, juggling knives and torches at the same time. It looked not only dangerous, but difficult as well. It seemed to catch Adrien's attention, as he opened the door himself and jumped out of the car. This seemed to surprise the photographer, Nathalie, and Gorilla. Some kind of immature glee creeped into Adrien, before he noticed he was moving of his own accord. Plagg had been muted to him, so had been his train of thought. When he seemed to open his eyes, he saw nothing but a swirling green void. Was this a dream? Perhaps he'd fallen asleep.

No, he hadn't fallen asleep. If he fell asleep, he wouldn't be able to barely make out his own actions, as he walked up to Marinette and greeted her. Through the misty, green void, he could hear moans and echoes. It looked like an entire plane of existance, with strange, translucent creatures moving about. Ghosts? He'd never know. As soon as Adrien thought to study what he was seeing, his vision cleared. He regained the control of his body, however he couldn't brush away the strange feeling in his chest. He felt like he was slowly being drained, and something was adding pressure to his body. Crushing him.

"Good mornin', Mari~" That sing-song voice seemed to send the photographer and Nathalie on edge. Marinette became a stuttering, sputtering mess. Alya was intrigued, yet she didn't say anything. Adrien's excited expression seemed to change, as his eyes glazed over. He shook his head, before rubbing his temples.

"Wh..what? Where am I?" Adrien seemed distracted, before he let out a small hum. He went over to Nathalie and the photographer, leaving the awe-struck knife-juggler behind. She was mesmerized, as if she'd just been enlightened somehow. Yet then a dark emotion slowly stirred in her heart, and she couldn't put her finger on it. Somewhere, far away, her change in mood awoke none other than Hawkmoth himself.

As the observatory slowly opened, Hawkmoth chuckled to himself. "Ah, the wonderous love at first sight... and then jealousy as they walk up and flirt in front of you. Such young, unrequited emotions." Hawkmoth held out his hand, and one of the thousands of white butterflies swarming around him landed in his palm. He covered the butterfly with his other hand, and filled it with negative energies. Brief images of how close Chat Noir had been to death seemed to send small tidbits of energy and excitement through Hawkmoth, causing him to smile darkly. He gave the akuma an even greater boost, causing it to pulsate with it's restrained power. Hawkmoth chuckled darkly as he released the akuma, allowing it to fly out of the shutters of the observatory. When the akuma had left it's dark streak across the sky, the observatory was once again enclosed in darkness, leaving Hawkmoth to think about how this new type of akuma will manifest.

Amelia continued to juggle knives, throw them at targets, and entertain the people at the park. That is, until Adrien's photoshoot began. The bored fangirls instantly ditched her to watch their favorite model photoshoot. She felt another strange pang in her heart, as she gripped her blades with silent rage. She stopped performing altogether, watching Adrien from afar. She had half the mind to throw one of her blades at him, yet something dispelled it. Adrien's shadow was reaching up to her, and it revealed it wasn't his shadow at all. Amelia backed up in horror, just as an akuma infiltrated one of her daggers. The familiar butterfly mask appeared over her face, silencing any thoughts she once had. 'Greetings, Puncture, I sensed your emotions and wanted to give you a chance at revenge. All you have to do for me, is accquire and return to me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses.' Amelia fought the near impossible urge to give into this stranger's requests, yet she eventually fell victim to the strong, dark energies.

"Yes, Hawkmoth. I will show them that my show is more important than some spoiled richboy!... Wait, who is Ladybug and Chat Noir?" Just as the dark energies were about to overtake her, Amelia's trance was broken by her confusion. She was a tourist, from America. She'd been lucky enough to ace every French class since her junior high, and became fluent in the language. Didn't mean she studied it, however. Words died in Amelia's throat, as Hawkmoth forced the image of Chat Noir and Ladybug into her mind. With newfound determination, the usual purple aura engulfed her figure. Yet this time, it seemed to devour her very essence, and made her scream as her body was transformed by the akuma. This alarmed everyone in the park, as she fell onto her knees holding her head while screaming. A purple light poured out of her eyes and her mouth, before the light was blinding and left the newest akuma-tized victim in it's wake.

The curly, honey hair that went down to her waist was now a midnight black, that went only to her chin. The once innocent blue eyes she donned turned a dark red, looking as empty as the growing pitch in her heart. Her once fairly tanned skin turned vampire white, with pulsing veins of red, twisting and swirling like tattoos. She continued to scream as the transformation continued to wrack pain through her body. Her leather doublet jacket turned into a viking-age indigo tunic with slightly longer sleeves. Her torn up white jeans became brown leather, tight and hugging to her body. Her simple leopard-print flats became cream leather boots, with straps holding the fluffy material together. They went up to her knees, with black fur sticking out of the top. The two daggers she had been juggling with became large swords, with runic branding etched within. A dark smile adorned her pale lips as she looked at the horror and shock of the park. No longer engulfed by the pain of which consumed her, she stood up tall. She somehow knew how to use her new abilities, and slowly found a way to levitate off the ground. She laughed darkly, and a thunderstorm brewed above her.

"I, Puncture, shall rip you to shreds!" She raised her swords in the air, calling down lightning. The odd blue lightning infused with the blades, giving a crackling aura all around her. Adrien gasped as Puncture directly turned her sights to him, and raising a blade to throw at him. Just as the blade flew out of Puncture's hand, Marinette pushed him to the ground. The blade lodged itself in the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir, which stabbed Chat directly in the heart. Shivers were sent up Adrien's spine, before the odd sensation of being a target seeped into his veins. A dark smirk seemed to grow onto his face, and he seemed to get smugger by the second. He turned to Puncture, batting his eyelashes.

"You want me?" He added an exaggerated blush to his expression, sending rage through the akuma-victim. The blush on her face was a strange purple, and she raised her other blade to throw at Adrien. He let out a childish giggle, before sticking his tongue out.

"Come;" Dramatic pose, "And;" even more dramatic pose, "Get;" sexual pose, "Me!" sexual and dramatic pose in Marinette's arms.

Marinette felt her face heat up as she noticed Adrien was doing a pose. In her arms. Just as Adrien moved away, she flailed nervously. She had to get away to transform, but she couldn't with Adrien as a target of cat and mouse. Everyone in the park looked at him in anxious fear, as he took a bow before bolting with incredible speed. Puncture was shocked for a few seconds, before she growled animalistically. She floated over to the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir, glancing over Chat's features before ripping the sword out of the statue's chest. She thought of slicing the statue in half, before Adrien came to mind. She had prey to catch. Raising her swords up to the sky, she rode the lightning into the clouds, disappearing. She then rode the lightning back down, multiple blocks away. Everyone in the park saw it, and they all scurried in fear. Did this Puncture catch Adrien?

Adrien gave the jealous akuma-tized victim a smouldering look. "Just couldn't resist me, could you?" Adrien stuck his tongue out, before putting his hand out with a dark look in his eyes. "Plagg, claws out!" Plagg was abruptly awoken from his nap in Adrien's pocket, before being sucked inside the ring. In a flash of green, Chat Noir replaced Adrien. Puncture got a wide smile on her face, before unsheathing both of her swords. Chat grabbed his baton before extending it to lean on. He let out a low, sensual purr as that strange sensation he'd been feeling the entire day returned to him. Puncture seemed to back away, staring at his eyes. Chat's eyes were glowing acid green, as if something had taken him over. And took him over it did. He retracted his baton, placing it back on his belt. Chat's hands glowed an acid green, just like his eyes. He let out an eerie chuckle, which echoed into two different voices. Puncture smiled widely, positively beaming at the idea of an interesting battle. The two instantly clashed, both of them pulling up into the air.

"I never thought I'd enjoy you becoming... well, whatever this is, but at least you wont be roadkill! I'll at least get a fight out of you, kitty~" Chat said nothing, his entire personality glazed over. He charged something in his hand, which glowed a bright green. He shot beams at Puncture, who easily blocked them by swinging her swords. Chat then decended to the ground, before holding his head and wavering where he stood. Puncture watched in sick delight and interest, wondering what would happen to him. She smirked, before throwing a dagger which hit Chat in his upper left leg. He groaned, yet was still distracted. He shook his head, the small ears that were barely visible through his hair flattening against his head.

"G-get... out... of my... head.." Chat's words kept wavering through two different voices. Chat let out a strange, visible breath of air. It was wispy, and faintly glowing blue. Chat stumbled around, eventually running into a street-lamp. He let out a shrill shriek that was far from manly, as he began to lightly glow green. His eyes poured out that acidic color, as did his mouth. He looked like the real-life exaggeration of someone forcing a demon out of themselves. His breathing became close to an asthma attack with how much he was wheezing. He wrapped his arms around himself as he felt as if he was frozen in time. With more effort and a flash of green, something pouring out of Chat's chest. A green-glowing, slightly translucent person had crawled out of Chat and tumbled onto the ground. He wore a black and white hazmat suit, with the combined letters DP on his chest. His raw, unrestrained power sizzled at his fingertips. His snow white hair sprawled on the pavement underneath him, as he tried to catch his breath while laying on his back. Chat fell to his knees, rubbing his arms trying to warm himself. For some odd reason, he couldn't place why he felt as if he was being ripped apart internally. A hypothermic cold spread throughout his body, leaving him shivering.

"Wh-what... what are you?" Chat's voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned against the lamp-post, struggling to breathe. The white-haired mystery person chuckled lowly, before sitting up. He brushed the fine, soft white bangs out of his face, revealing lightly tanned skin and glowing acid green eyes.

"I'm a halfa. A half-ghost, half-human." The man's french was clearly rusty, yet somehow the words made perfect sense to Chat. Chat wanted to speak more, but the unbearable pain in his chest was preventing him from thinking coherently. The halfa seemed to notice this, and gave Chat a small smile.

"That pain you're experiencing... it's normal, I suppose. I've been hiding in your body for at least a year now. During that time, you somehow latched onto me spiritually. I've never tried overshadowing you, and instead just remained dormant, leaving you to your life. I was off the hunter's radars, and in the meantime I was slowly 'sharing' my powers." The halfa waved his hand as he talked, dismissing everything. Chat let out a whimper, as if asking why he's in pain. The ghost made a small 'oh' before flashing a smile bright enough to rival NYC.

"You're still in pain because I'm not regulating those boosts you've attained, or should I say... stole from me. Want me to come back? I promise I won't do anything..." The ghost's sensual purrs were clearly meant to persuade Chat, and somehow the attempt worked. Chat nodded weakly, before closing his eyes trying to block the pain. His body trembled, and he was beginning to feel the pull of unconsciousness. Just as the blackness was about to engulf his vision, the ghost practically leaped back into his body. Within a few seconds, Chat felt replenished. He stood up, the core within his chest no longer sending chills throughout his body.

Puncture was delighted at this news, of course, but Hawkmoth's influence made her remember her mission. Without hesitation, she threw knives at Chat. One hitting his left kidney, another his right shoulder. He turned around in anger, and she threw more daggers. One on the left side of his chest, another his right hip. She seemed to be randomly pin-pointing with her taunting accuracy. Chat looked down at all the knives impaling him, before looking up to see Puncture right in front of him, with both swords raised. That cold feeling returned as the 'halfa' jumped out of his body, grabbing a hold of both of Puncture's swords. He made them and his hands intangible, causing them to slip through Puncture's fingertips. Chat didn't know whether to feel grateful or not, but without that ghost the knives were doing more damage to his body than before.

What did that ghost experience when I was dying? Chat narrowed his eyes as he watched the blood seep out of his suit. He slowly staggered to his feet, watching the half-ghost battle againt the un-armed Puncture. She seemed to have given herself a cape, and everytime she spun around dozens of daggers shot out to all directions around her. Everytime she did, the half-ghost barely went intangible on time. On some points, he'd even catch two of the daggers and block the rest with his extreme reflexes. Chat vaguely thought the ghost's powers were somewhat neat. At least, at the time they were. He let out a painful breath, before coughing up blood onto the pavement. This caught the white-haired ghost's attention for the time being.

"You're Chat Noir, correct? Take the daggers out." His voice was assertive, and slightly demanding. Chat stared at him increduously, raising a brow before coughing up more blood. The ghost let out a low growl, before taking in a small deep breath. What came out of his mouth next could only be described as a ghostly wail, and it seemed to rattle all the metal on Puncture. She covered her ears before screaming promptly, and then fell to her knees with her ears bleeding. The halfa looked unimpressed, raising a brow and looking at her pathetic form through half-lidded eyes.

"I wasn't even trying, that was perhaps... 5% of the damage my ghostly wail can do. Perhaps you're not as strong as you thought... but you did injure my host, so I guess I'll have to punish you..." A dark expression crept onto the halfa's face as he slowly treaded over to the akumatized-victim, who looked up at him in horror. He giggled like a child before entering Puncture's body. She let out a shrill noise, that was loud and rattled everything around her. The storm above them grew darker, and green lightning shot out of the sky. Chat looked up to the sky, which reflected the emotions storming within him. Literally. He felt like he was going to implode. When his gaze returned to Puncture, he saw her thrashing on the ground, as if she was having a seizure or experiencing her nightmares. Chat's eyes slowly glazed over in darkness, yet he snapped to attention when a purple butterfly was slowly being forced out of one of the blades Puncture owned. Chat stared on, before slowly standing. It may have brought him great pain, but the Parisian hero was determined. If he hadn't gotten so injured, he would have thought that ghost-boy would be a nice factor to the equation... right?

Chat groaned in pain before narrowing his eyes. He ripped the dagger in his leg out, before moving to the ones in his chest and stomach. He let out a growl as he ripped the dagger in his shoulder. He looked back to see a dagger inserted in a dangerous pin-point of his body, yet he could care less. That akuma was about to escape, and he couldn't let that happen. Chat sucked in a deep breath before ripping the dagger on the lower left side of his back out, suppressing a scream. He shook his head while clenching his fists and teeth together. Letting a small puff of air out, Chat ignored the blood dripping down his suit, grabbing his baton. He clicked the small, green pawprint button, extending the baton. He experimented the weight in his fingers, and found it was actually comfortable. Without his knowing, Chat's Cataclysm had activated, and something compelled him to approach this differently. Chat jumped into the air, before drawing his baton back. The darkly glowing end of the baton hit the ground before Chat did, sending a shockwave through the ground. The ground itself gave the illusion of splitting open, with black goo and ooze pouring from the seams. Everything crackled an emerald green, the different powers mixing together into a fluid movement of destruction. When the attack had hid Puncture, she was practically rocketted off the ground, into the air. She was hit by the emerald lightning, which forced the akuma out of her body. Chat gave the akuma an upper-slash, which ripped it to shreds. This luckily had the same effect Ladybug's yo-yo had on akumas, and returned the victim to normal. Only there wasn't a beautiful white butterfly escaping the hero's grasp. Nothing but dust, that blew away with the wind. Chat stared on sadly, before tapping the ground with his baton. The dark, destructive energies retreated into the baton, which painted it carbon black. Chat was fairly amused, having put another ability into his arsenal. And this ability didn't cause actual destruction.

He looked over to Puncture, who had reverted back to Amelia. Her eyes were still glowing green, yet she no longer looked terrified. Rather, she was slowly beginning to calm down. Chat smiled at this, until his world began to spin. The halfa quickly exited Amelia, leaving her only slightly confused. He looked at Chat with an expression different than before. He was no longer cold towards him, rather looked at him with a slightly immaturely amused smirk. Chat began to wobble on his feet, before he fell to his hands and knees and began coughing up blood. Ladybug arrived to this scene, and the snowy-haired ghost immediately rushed to Chat's side. Chat didn't want to face his fears, as the halfa forced him to look up. Those acid green eyes had calmed, like the morning dew in the rainforest. He dragged his gloved fingers through Chat's hair, easing some of the pain from his headache.

"You can call me Phantom, by the way.." His voice was unnaturally soft, and reflected the emotions in his eyes. Chat Noir felt something he hadn't exactly felt before. Sure, he's lusted over Ladybug as both Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste. Yet he himself never exactly knew what it felt to be... what is this? Adoration?

"H-help... me..." Phantom shushed Chat, pulling him up to his chest. Although Phantom was embarrassingly short, the way Chat was positioned on the pavement allowed him to be pulled up to him. Chat played with the fabric on Phantom's suit, feeling the life slip away from him. Phantom let out a cool sigh into Chat's hair before entering his body, and using the last of his strength to heal Chat's wounds. Miraculously, Phantom was able to heal through Plagg's unlucky streak to his wielders. As Phantom slowly phased out of Chat, he was surprised to see the other looking normal again. Phantom however, had dark bags underneath his eyes and he was paler. Chat's concern strangely racked up, and he found himself desperately clinging onto the half-ghost. Phantom wrapped his arms around Chat in some form of comfort. Ladybug watched as the two acted as if they'd known each other for years, with dumbfounded shock.

"What the fuck?" She couldn't stop the words from slipping out of her mouth, and it gained both Chat and Phantom's attention. Chat quickly moved away from Phantom, standing up and brushing the dirt and crusted blood off his Miraculous suit. Phantom crossed his legs, his bright green eyes scanning Ladybug, practically drinking in her figure. Ladybug felt exposed to this mysterious person, and meekly tried to cover herself up in some sort of desperation.

"U-uh.. oh... Um... Th-this... i-is.. Phhhhhh-" Chat struggled to make words, yet 'PH' was annoyingly difficult to him, as he began drooling. Sigh. Fangs. Phantom stood up, a small smile adorning his features. "Danny Phantom. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ladybug. I can assure you only 15% of his thoughts about you are unpure;" he spoke with amusement in his tone, which caused a furious blush to cover Chat's face. Ladybug chuckled half-heartedly, waving her hand in dismissial.

"That's exactly surprising." Chat deflated at his lady's words, despite the fact he knew they were true, too. The way he acted around her would say that his affections are entirely lustrous, yet when you get to know him, it's just his way of expressing the passion he actually feels. Or.. felt. Chat's mind and emotions aren't in sync, sending little warning signs to the teen's mind. He was also alerted by the beep in his ring, which made him squeak in surprise. Ladybug and both Phantom looked over to him, unreadable, blank expressions on their faces. Ladybug reconized that differently pitched beep, that was the one-minute timer. Phantom seemed to reconize it as well, as he tapped a finger on his chin in thought.

"Hey, Phhhhhh... Danny, can you make me invisible? I think that attack earlier drained Plagg more than it should have;" The panic escaping Chat's voice was responded with an amused snort from Phantom.

"Sure, why not? I'm awake now, anyways." Chat rolled his eyes, before interlocking arms with Phantom. Phantom was around three inches taller than Marinette, but it still made him almost a head shorter then Chat. Chat gave Phantom a sly sneer, making the halfa give a frustrated expression.

"I'll kill you if you say anything about my height." Ladybug covered her mouth to supress a giggle while shaking her head.

"I have no idea who you are, but at least you two get along." Chat inwardly groaned before Phantom turned them both invisible, and flew them through the morning sky back to the park. Chat had found a secluded area of the park to transform back, and he was completely shocked when he saw silver rings of light go around Phantom's form, and leaving a completely normal, blue-eyed, black-haired teenager in his wake. Adrien stuttered slightly, the already unfamiliar half-ghost becoming even stranger to him. Luckily, they said nothing as Phantom placed a finger on his lips to shush him, and Adrien felt himself unexplicably drawn to this new person that's invaded his life. He had so many questions, yet none of them could be answered when the photographer noticed Adrien and dragged him away for the photoshoot.

How badly Chat had been injured never escaped Ladybug's lips, and she simply said Chat had dealt with the akuma- all by himself. Alya was slightly down when she heard this, hoping she'd get some slice of the action. Unfortunately, everyone was too panicked looking for Adrien to actually care about the akuma. Amelia was able to return as herself again, the same adorable torn up look that finally attracted positive attention, and not just bored fangirls. When Adrien's photoshoot had been completed however, it was almost time for school to begin. Phantom stood some distance away from the limo that would be taking Adrien to school, looking away from it to avoid suspicion. Adrien couldn't help but smile in the photoshoot like he was worth thousands of dollars, which made it all the more intriguing. The photographer was honest to everything shocked that Adrien's smile wasn't a fake model smile, and devoured his treat hungrily. It'd make them both extra money, while making all the fangirls that were watching Adrien melt.

At the end of the photoshoot, Adrien met up with Phantom, who preferred to be called 'Danny' in that form. Adrien dared to ask Danny a question, but he was only met with uncomfortable silence. Gorilla had walked up and glanced at Danny suspiciously, before questioning his identity. Before Adrien was able to say anything, Danny put on a model-like smile at Gorilla, which sadly never met those ice-blue eyes of his.

"I'm Danny Fenton, I'm one of Adrien's newest friends." Danny put his emphasis on newest, hoping it'd get through the giant man's thick skull. Gorilla said nothing, rather he nodded then opened the door for Adrien. Adrien and Danny waved their goodbyes, despite the fact Adrien knew he'd be seeing the halfa at his house later. What he didn't expect however, is Danny had somehow managed to enroll into the collegé, get himself an entire idenity, and manage to show up to the first class in a laid-back style of clothing, despite the fact all of it was clearly designer-quality.

Adrien mentally cursed Plagg's horrid attempt at giving him good luck, yet he also secretly worshipped it. The closeness of the calm, collected ghost was all Adrien needed... for the time being. Also, perhaps a different sweater. That blue looks horrid on him.

A/N

And that was the end! Well, of this chapter. No, this will not be a one-shot or a two shot. I like it, thinking of continuing it, and doing some MAJOR revamps on my other stories that are complete shit. In the meantime, please give me your reviews on what you think of this! 3

-K-Chan