I have permission from imthepunchlord to use the names for Marinette's other Miraculous forms.

In life there are many different possibilities for a single individual. For some their path is clear and destiny ensured. Others, wander around letting themselves chose their own path, making their own destiny. Both kind of a people walk side by side without knowing who is who. However, unknown to the common human, sometimes the universe creates a hiccup that changes one's destiny. Sometimes these changes are very small and don't impact the world very much. Other times it can cause a very big change and it impacts the world in very large way.

It was a beautiful morning in Paris, the sky was clear, the sun was bright, and a gentle breeze blew through the air. People went around doing their morning routine not realizing that in a hidden room that someone was plotting to change the world forever more.

Nooroo, the Kwami of the Butterfly Miraculous, was telling his new wielder about what being a Butterfly meant and what powers he had. "As a Butterfly, you and your abilities are connected to Change and Emotion. Butterflies are delicate, yet move fast. While we don't directly engage our foes; it is our imagination and compassion that make us unique among the Miraculouses.

You must be persuasive yet kind. Helpful and determined, but not aggressive and forceful. If we must fight directly; we dance around our opponents not allowing ourselves to be caught. Our attack must be quick and precise while also showing we are not worth the fight. In nature, butterflies use warning colors and eye spots to scare predators away and you must do the same.

Your cane is useful for protection. The cane's primary purpose is to secure one of my friends, keeping them safe until they are needed or recalled. The animal traits you will develop will make you extremely graceful, your appearance might change a little and you'll learn to blend in with your surroundings. You might get territorial. Overall, being a Butterfly, is about learning more about your own soul.

The Butterfly Miraculous power is to create Champions to help fight for your cause. To create a Champion, you can use your newfound emphatic skills to locate a person feeling strong emotions when a crises arises. Send one of my flitter to this person and offer them a chance to help. If they accept they will be transformed into a Champion and help you.

You can give them advice or direct them to where their help is needed the most, with whatever the situation calls for. Once the crises is over recall the butterfly and the Champion will return to normal. Once returned, you will have five minutes before you return to normal. I can't transform you again until I've eaten something to restore my strength. I like yogurt to eat please. That is everything you need to know, (for now Nooroo thought), about being the wielder of the Butterfly Miraculous master."

His master, a gentlemen who hid in the shadows out of sight, let out a little laugh surprising Nooroo. "A Miraculous that works best in the shadows and creates Champions is impressive. Heroes are worshiped, but I need to install fear and panic if I'm to obtain the Miraculouses I truly desire. The Ladybug Earrings and the Black Cat Ring."

Nooroo's eyes widened in shock. "Master, what you speak of is dangerous. A human can be consumed by the power of wearing multiple Miraculouses and their powers can counter one another. Not to mention the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses are only used in the most serious of situations."

The man in the shadows laughed telling the little kwami that was exactly what he had planned. He would create crises that Paris had never seen before. A Ladybug and Black Cat would have to make an appearance and he would use his Akumas to take their Miraculouses by force. Soon the power of creation and destruction would be his to use as he pleased. His ultimate goal would be accomplished and no one could stop him.

"The Great Guardian will stop you! The Guardian will ensure that you will never obtain your goal and I will be safe with the Guardian once again!"

"SILENCE! I will not have you making threats. It's time for you to serve your purpose. Darkwings Rise!" Nooroo couldn't stop himself from being pulled into his Miraculous. Unwillingly he let his power flow transforming this evil man into a villain who dubbed himself Hawkmoth. Knowing his power would cause untold pain, he hoped the Guardian and Wayzz could sense the trouble he was in.

Indeed they had. Master Fu had sent his customer home as he opened the Miraculous box looking inside. A small frown appeared on his face as he gazed at spot where Nooroo's Miraculous should be. He fingered the missing slot for Dusuu's pin. (I know the website calls it a brooch, but it's confusing calling them both brooches. Since pin is a synonym I'm using that).

He gently took the earrings and ring off their pedestal knowing they were the best choices to deal with Nooroo's powers being misused. "I wish I was able to fight and retrieve Nooroo's Miraculous from the one misusing him."

"Master, you are a hundred eighty six years old. You are not young anymore. Besides, as the Great Guardian, you cannot risk yourself right now. Without Tikki and Plagg's help, we'll never get close enough to free Nooroo from his bond with his evil master," Wayzz reminded him gently. The little kwami settled himself in the crook of his wielder's neck and gave it an affectionate rub.

Master Fu scratched Wayzz's head making the kwami's antenna swish in joy. While they hadn't been active in years, that didn't mean they had just been sitting around doing nothing. Part of being the Great Guardian was observing people who fit with the different Miraculouses uses and personalities, and with their kwami's help, grow into a person they were always meant to be.

"Come Wayzz, let's test our candidates and see if they're ready for a Miraculous." As they left their home, neither noticed as one of the decorations was jostled and two strands of ribbon, one black and one white, fell on top of one another, an omen of what was to come.

She was running in a dark tunnel something nipping at her heels. Not daring to turn around, she continued to run as fast as her legs would take her. She couldn't believe she hadn't tripped over air yet. Whatever was chasing her was getting closer.

"Run little girl, run all you like. No matter where you run I'll be there," an eerie voice called out to her. The voice cackled at the girl. It was getting closer and closer to the girl. "You will never achieve your destiny no matter what you do. I will ensure that you die before that happens!" The voice shouted as it touched the shoulder of the girl.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Leave me alone!" a burst of colors radiated from her body. The eerie voice screamed and disappeared. The colors continued to radiate from her body creating seven stain glass windows. As the colors faded, a light appeared overhead, and the girl could properly see the windows.

Each one was a different color arranged like a rainbow, except the last window, which was a velvety black. Each stain glass window showed her in a different costume that was themed after a different animal. At the base of the window in scrolled calligraphy was the title of describing the figure inside.

The red one was the most vibrant showing her dressed in a red body stalking with black spots all over it, she held a yoyo in her hand smiling. The description read Ladybug.

The next one was orange. She was dressed as a fox, the tips of her pigtails turned white and the costume's sash merged to create a life like fox brush, (tail). She held a flute in her hands with a mischief smile on her face. The caption read Huli-Jing.

The yellow window was a bit different than the previous one. For one thing she looked exactly like a bumble bee with yellow as the main color of the suit with black accents highlighting her perfect waist. Also her hair was in bun. A black string was connected to one of her fingers with a small top attached to it. This version was called, Abeille Jaune.

The next window was muted and she couldn't see anything so she moved onto the blue one. This one showed her as a peacock. She had lovely light green scarf wrapped around her neck that reminded her of wings. The costume came with a real feather fan spread and beautiful hand fan. The name Belle Bleue sounded beautiful to her.

The purple window was the most elegant one in her opinion. She was wearing a lavender caplet which reminded her of a butterfly wings. The mix of an elegant purple and black suit/costume made her look sophisticated and welcoming. She was leaning on a cane with a simple title underneath the image. Mariposa.

The black window lit up and it appeared as if stars were outlining a beautiful cat girl costume. The tunic hugged her body and split into a skirt with black tights underneath. Her gloved hands were gray cat paws and her tail had a little red ribbon attached to it which matched her little choker collar. She was holding a silver baton. The name below was Chat Noire.

Turning around she saw the green window had lit up and was sparkling a lot. She walked back over to get a closer look. The sparkles interfered with her vision so all she could make out was a vague form of her with a turtle shell holding something silver and brown in her hands. The caption was glowing too brightly to see the whole word, but she could make out a P and a T.

She reached out to touch the window to get a closer look when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. "Marinette, time to get up. You'll be late for school!" The dream world faded away as the girl woke up.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng shot up in bed and bumped her head against the ceiling. "Ouch! What was that dream all about? Animal costumes, weapons, strange names? Oh I'll write it down later, I got to get up and go!" She hurried down her stairs as she raced around the room gathering everything she would need for the first day of school.

"Where's my backpack? There is it is, okay got my tablet, my pens and pencils, Oh where are my math things!" Marinette asked as she tripped over said items. Rubbing her sore toe she continued to dash about double checking that she had everything. Downstairs, her parents listened to their daughter scrambling around. Both of them shook their heads, Marinette was a wonderful daughter, but it would help if she learned to slow down and be patient so she didn't end up like this in the morning.

Marinette came rushing down the stairs as she fixed her pigtails. "I have to get going. Oh why am I always so late when I live right across the street from school?"

"Dear please sit down. You have enough time to eat breakfast before you leave. You'll get through the morning much better if you eat something," Sabine reminded her daughter. Reluctantly, her child sat at the table as she tried her hardest not to make a mess. Sometimes her clumsiness seemed like a curse.

Outside the bakery nearing the crosswalk near the school, Master Fu was getting ready to test the candidate he had in mind for the Ladybug Miraculous. True Ladybugs were very rare to find and they had to be able to work with their Chat Noir, their fated partner. They needed to create a balance to restore order and that usually required soulmates to work together.

He hoped that the girl would be ready for the challenges ahead because she was the only candidate for the earrings currently in this city. He had observed a few young ladies that could become Ladybugs with the right mentoring, but with Nooroo in danger, it was best to go with the perfect match.

"Master, are you sure there is no one else for this duty?" Wayzz whispered from the shirt pocket. He didn't want his old friend to make a mistake like he did last time a Miraculous was needed.

"I'm certain my little friend. I'm sure Ms. Marinette and the young Agreste boy will be a good team. All they need is to pass a simple test. Are you having doubts about the two?"

Wayzz shook his head. After all he had approved of the two teens as possible matches while they had been observing possible candidates. Still, something seemed off, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad, was about to happen.

Just then the girl came out of the bakery carrying a box of sweets. She was anxiously waiting for her turn to cross. Without a second thought, Master Fu began walking across the crosswalk like a slow old man. They could hear the car coming and looked to see Marinette with a worried expression on her face.

Marinette saw the old man was in trouble. He was walking too slowly and the car was heading straight for him. She darted into the crosswalk intent on saving the man. Destiny was taking place as she reached for his shoulder.

Time slowed down until it was almost a standstill. Master Fu was in reach of Marinette and her hand was almost on his shoulder. The old man had moved slightly closer and the car was still a bit away. Everything was perfect only to be changed at the last second, a hiccup in the universe.

The driver of the car was reaching for his phone unknowingly increasing his speed. Master Fu was hit full on by the car as Marinette was thrown clear back to the sidewalk, her hands and arms sustaining abrasions as she fell against the cobblestone road. Her box of sweets scattered across the ground.

Fu went up and over the car hitting the road hard, his body battered. Wayzz and the small boxes for the earrings and ring tumbled across the street before bouncing up the curb and into the bakery foundation creating a small crack, just big enough for the kwami and the boxes to fit in.

Time returned to normal as everyone finally looked up from their phones at the disaster in front of them. Many of the people started taking pictures. Having witnessed the accident from the bakery, Tom called for help as Sabine went to check on Marinette and the old man. Unknown to anyone destiny had been changed.

"MARINETTE! MARINETTE! Stay down and let me get a look at you. Oh dear, you have some serious abrasions. They need to get looked at right away," Sabine told her daughter. "Do you hurt anywhere else?"

Marinette was a bit dazed by the fall, but hadn't forgotten about the old man she tried to help. "Mom, I'll be fine. Please check on the old man. I think he got hurt really bad." Sabine nodded as she ran over to the man, to check him over. In the distant she heard sirens getting closer.

The poor old man was in terrible condition. His shirt and pants were torn up exposing his side and chest. A deep impression from the car's grill was plainly visible and likely several cracked ribs. One leg appeared to be broken and his left hand just lay there not moving at all. There was blood all over his face and his back was not looking great as he let out a deep moan of pain before struggling for air. He had to have some kind of internal injuries.

Sabine knelt next to him. "Lie still, the ambulance will be here soon. You're going to be alright. What's your name sir?"

"Fu… My name is Fu. Where is my…gasp….gasp tu…gasp!"

"Try not to talk right now Mr. Fu. Whatever you're looking for will be found. Try to conserve your strength." At that moment the ambulance arrived as the medical professionals got out and began to assess the situation. "Over here please! I don't think this man can wait for hospital treatment!"

Typically, the SMUR service would spend a great deal of time at a scene, as a doctor and nurse treated the critical patient, while the technician dealt with the less critical patient. At the moment the technician was working on cleaning Marinette's road rash as Tom stood nearby listening to instructions on how to care for his daughter after he was done.

Hidden from sight, Wayzz could only watch as his friend lay on the stretcher. The doctor and nurse worked on him for a short time, taking care of his bloody face and checking his hand before putting him in the ambulance. He saw the girl standing up as the technician finished wrapping the bandages around her arms. She peered past the technician staring as the doors to the the ambulance closed. Both Marinette and Wayzz memorized the name of the hospital the ambulance belonged to as it drove away.

While Marinette reluctantly headed for school with a note, Wayzz knew he had to get to his wielder, but he couldn't just leave the Miraculouses in this crack. What if they were discovered? No, he had to get them back to the Master Fu's and then head to the hospital. Phasing into the bakery, her grabbed a bag to hold the boxes, before he slipped out and carefully made his way back to the healer's house.

Ms. Bustier was about twenty minutes into her lesson when the door opened. She turned to warn Marinette not to be late for school, but stopped when she saw the girl's bandages. Like the other's in the room she had heard the ambulance outside and wondered what was going on. She took the note from the bluenette and read it carefully. When she was done, she told Marinette to sit down in her seat and to visit the nurse later if she was still in pain.

With a deep breath, Marinette headed to her seat, only to stop when she saw Chloe in her seat. The blond brat gave her a sneer and the look in her eyes showed she would make trouble if she tried to get her seat back. Looking around she saw the only open seat was next to a new girl sitting in the front. Having no choice; she took that seat.

"Hi my name's Alya. What's yours?" the new girl whispered.

"Marinette, nice to meet you."

"Thanks, so what are the bandages for? What was going on out there?"

"A hit and run. I was trying to help the victim. I'll tell you more about it later." Marinette looked at the board trying to pay attention to what was going on with the lesson, but it was hard for her to concentrate. Her mind kept going to the old man. Guilt for not being able to save him in time gnawed at her. She needed to find out for herself if he was okay.

The day seemed to drag on. Marinette kept glancing at the clock praying for lunch time to get here. Finally the bell rang and everyone left the classroom heading to get some food. Alya stood up next to her and asked, if they could eat lunch together.

"Sure, I can spare a half hour, but I want to check in with my parents after that. They run the bakery just across the street."

"That's so cool! Free treats whenever you want. My mom's a chef so we eat great dinners, but she really can't make dessert," Alya admitted as Marinette laughed.

It turned out that Alya and Marinette had a lot in common. They liked the same music, both their parents had busy jobs, and enjoyed several of the same foods. There were differences of course. Alya had three siblings and Marinette was an only child. Alya wanted to be an investigative reporter and of course Marinette wanted to be a famous fashion designer. Alya was obsessed with superhero comics while Marinette preferred gardening.

The bluenette was having a good time making a best friend that she didn't realize the time was flying by. When she glanced at the clock again forty five minutes had gone by. "It was nice talking to you Alya, but I got to go see my parents now."

"Okay, see you in class later!" The minute she was out of school Marinette went in the opposite direction of her house. With determination she didn't know she possessed, the teen headed to the hospital labeled on the ambulance. She needed to know the fate of this Mr. Fu. Hopefully she would get back to school on time, if not, she hoped that no one noticed she skipped, and just assumed she went home due to her injuries.

Wayzz was feeling very tired and was craving some carrot sticks, the food that fueled his powers. Hours had passed since the accident. It had not been easy to get the Miraculouses back home without being spotted. He thanked his lucky stars that humans didn't have a tendency to look up or they were too glued to their phones these days. Once he knew the Miraculouses were safe he flew as fast as he could to his wielder.

The little kwami felt his little heart pounding. He never dreamed something like this could happen. "Master Fu, please be okay. Nooroo needs you right now. The other Kwamiis need you. I need you." Wayzz wiped his tears away as he arrived at the hospital.

He hid in a planter watching the doors open and close. He had to time this just right. The doors to the emergency room opened as two people walked through. He zipped by their heads and hid among the florescent lights. His big eyes widened as his head bobbed around trying to find his friend. "Where are you Master Fu? I can hardly feel your life force."

Taking a big risk Wayzz risked being seen as dove for a nurse's station with an open computer terminal. Crawling under the chair, he waited holding his breath. He was trying to keep calm as the roller chair rolled back causing him to move out of the way nearly exposing himself when found himself halfway between the chair and the desk. Scrambling on his flippers he pulled himself under the desk.

"I forgot how vulnerable a kwami is without a wielder carrying them." Finally the nurse left the station and he flew up to check the computer. He tapped away with his nubby little hand/flipper. He didn't know much about computers, but luckily the monitor was displaying a patient list. He scrolled down until he found the time when Fu had been brought in. There was another entry telling him how long he'd been in the operating room, and a last entry showing where his master was resting in ICU. "That's where I need to be!"

While Wayzz made his way to his master, Marinette stumbled into the hospital doors before entering the emergency department. She quickly jumped back as two doctors rushed a patient out of the area. Spinning around, she nearly toppled onto an orderly restocking the supplies, before stumbling backwards into the nurses' station. The back of her head connected with the desk creating an intense pain.

"Are you alright miss?" the nurse at the station asked. Marinette nodded her head wincing. "I'm okay, just a bit clumsy." The nurse nodded and asked how she could help her as she eyed the bandages.

"Um, I don't need medical attention right now. You see earlier today there was an accident by my home. It's the bakery next to College Francoise Dupont. Oh, well you see I got my abrasions from that, but I was more concerned about the old man that was hit. His name is Fu I believe? I was wondering if you could tell me how he was or if he's up for visitors."

"Young lady, we're a hospital. I can't give out a patients records to a complete stranger just because you were involved in the same accident. Nor can I allow you to visit someone without proper authorization. I suggest you leave and go back to school." The nurse's face which had been so kind and helpful just seconds before now was harsh and cold. It was as if someone flipped a switch.

Letting out a tiny whimper, Marinette turned around heading for the doors. It was stupid to think they let a complete stranger know how one old man was doing. Why had she come here in the first place? The accident wasn't her fault, yet she still felt guilty. Why?

"Miss? Miss? Could you stop for a minute please?" Marinette stopped and turned around to see a nurse coming towards her. The lady had to be in her sixties. She had short white hair and brown eyes. Around her neck was a lanyard holding an ID card with the word ICU on it. She gave the young teen a kind smile as she asked if she had been inquiring about a Mr. Fu.

"Yes, um I tried to save him, but the car hit him before I could pull him to safety. I feel guilty I wasn't able to save him." She looked down at the floor mumbling she just wanted to see how he was doing.

"That's very considerate of you. Most people wouldn't follow up on a stranger who was in the same accident as them. You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened, the one at fault is the driver. Hopefully the police will catch him soon." She beckoned for Marinette to follow her, introducing herself as Florence, as she took the girl to the ICU.

As they walked to the ICU Florence started to inform the young teen about Master Fu's condition. "I'm breaking hospital protocol, but you don't get to be a nurse for thirty-five years without learning when to bend them. Mr. Fu has no family and all his friends are gone. Someone should be with him, especially right now."

Seeing the girl's confused expression the old woman sighed and gave the girl a sad smile. "Mr. Fu's injuries were extensive. His leg was shattered in four places, and the nerves in his left hand were damaged. His chest and back took serious hits breaking three ribs and nearly damaging the spinal column." Florence paused as she looked at Marinette. The teen's eyes had widen in disbelief. Still she didn't run, only clutching her purse tightly. So she continued her report.

"Thankfully, his skull wasn't cracked, but we believe the brain bounced a bit. He underwent surgery to stop the internal bleeding and the surgeons ended up having to take out his spleen, one of his kidney's and part of the liver. He's in recovery, however when you consider his age and the extent of the damage, there isn't much hope for a recovery."

"He's going to die isn't he?" Marinette whispered in a toneless voice. Florence nodded sadly at her. Now the bluenette understood why Florence was bringing her to Mr. Fu. Many times hospital protocol refused to let people close to the dying be with them. Same sex couples, age difference, and children. Really the list went on and on. Nobody deserved to die alone without someone to give them peace as they passed on.

They reached the ICU and did a thorough cleaning before heading to the room. No one stopped and questioned them, seeing as Florence was the senior nurse in the department. As they approached the room, both of them could make out soft rumblings, as if the patient was talking to someone.

Fu, who had been talking with Wayzz about the future, shushed the little kwami as the nurse and to his delight, young Ms. Dupain-Cheng, arrived in the room. "Ah, the pretty…cough…young…lady who tried to help…me. I am...cough…pleased to see you…cough." Fu coughed a bit more before settling back down.

Florence brought a chair over for Marinette to sit on. "I'll be back in a little while to check on you. In the meantime, why don't you two talk?" Once they were settled in, Florence left to do her rounds in the ICU.

Both of them stayed silent unsure what to say. Wayzz was hidden out of sight ready to listen to the conversation. Whatever happened next would decide the fate of the Miraculouses and their Kwamiis. Maybe the entire world. He shook nervously in his shell.

Marinette bit her lip unsure what to say to a stranger who was dying. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get to you before the car hit you! Maybe then you wouldn't dying." she blurted out. She smacked herself muttering how stupid she was for saying that.

Master Fu assured her it was alright. He appreciated her honesty and didn't blame her for what happened. "I thought I could make it across in time. I was mistaken. Cough…cough…cough. Neither of us…cough…are to blame. I'm not scared…to…die. I have lived…a long life." He started to cough again so Marinette got him some water to sip. The coughs died down. He was a little uncomfortable so Marinette fluffed up his pillow asking if he needed anything else.

"Your presences is enough Ms.?"

"Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You're Mr. Fu?"

"I prefer master. I'm a healer of sorts, a master of my craft so to speak." Marinette eyebrows raised as she thought of the ironic situation they were in. A healer that couldn't be healed. "My methods are different, more holistic than modern, but they work. Would you like to hear about them?"

The two of them started talking engagingly. He told her a few stories about his life and his work. She shared with him how it was being the daughter of a baker and her dream to be fashion designer. Florence would come in to check on them pleased by what she saw.

Master Fu could sense death getting near, he couldn't put it off any longer. He had to ensure the safety of the Miraculouses and that there was someone to continue being the Great Guardian. "Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I apologize for doing this, but I have a last request I need to ask of you."

"A request? Well what is it?" Marinette asked warily.

"I am the last in my family. Since I was young I had a responsibility of sorts. I am the Guardian of special items, relics you could say, that have been passed from one generation to the next. These items are very valuable and important for the sake of the world, treasures that others would use for nefarious purposes."

Marinette looked at him skeptically. From the way he was talking whatever these relics were they seemed to have a special purpose, but for the world? That was hard to believe that someone would want to use an old relic for evil. Then again her mother had said that many Chinese people still held strong to traditional beliefs and superstitions. He probably was one of them.

"You want me to become the guardian of these items?" Fu nodded Marinette started to squirm uncomfortably. "I don't know. I'm a stranger and if these relics are very valuable wouldn't they be safer stored in a bank or something?"

Fu touched her hand comforting her. He could see her hesitation, yet see that she needed only a gentle push to accept. "I know this is an odd request, but I don't have anyone else to carry on my legacy. I am also worried about my pet turtle, Wayzz."

"You have a pet turtle?"

"Yes, he's the last of his kind. A Chibi Head Peridot Turtle. He'll need someone to look after him once I'm gone. I need to know that he and the relics will be in good hands of someone who will love and protect them. A young lady who is brave enough to try to prevent an accident and comfort a dying man, certainly qualifies to me."

Marinette looked at the pleading big eyes of the man knowing that was her weakness. I would feel so guilty if Mr. Fu died without knowing someone was caring for his turtle. Surely it wouldn't be that hard to take care of a turtle and a bunch of relics. "I promise I'll take care of your turtle and your relics. Do you have something you need me to sign? I can get Florence for you."

Fu smiled at her thankful that she accepted. "Please get her and ask her to bring me the forms. She'll know what I mean." Marinette nodded as she went to get Florence. Turning over in bed he came eye to eye with Wayzz. "It's done my friend."

"Please don't do this Master. You could still live and find an apprentice. Marinette hasn't been trained at all and she's supposed to be a Ladybug, not a Turtle. She doesn't have the traits to be one."

"That is why you have to teach her my old friend. Wayzz, there is no other way and you know it. The Miraculouses must have a Great Guardian at all times. She is our only choice. For Nooroo and the sake of the world, you will have to push past your grief and bond with the girl."

The little kwami nodded, wiping a tear away from his eyes. He knew Fu was right. His heart was breaking knowing this was the last time he would see his wielder. He always hated goodbyes. "I shall miss you greatly Fu. You have been a good friend and a great wielder all these years. No other Guardian has lived such a rich life. I hope your soul finds peace."

"Thank you my friend. I hope you find happiness with Marinette. Please tell the others I loved them and thought of them before I passed?" Wayzz promised before eyeing the bracelet. With a tiny hug Wayzz entered the Miraculous before becoming dormant as Fu willed that he didn't want to use its powers again. The bracelet dimmed just as Marinette and Florence returned.

"I believe we have some paperwork…cough…to…fill out. Let's get started….cough…shall we?" The paperwork didn't take too long and Florence promised to get the papers to Fu's lawyer.

Marinette glanced at the clock noting she had missed the rest of the school day and that her parents would want her home soon. She didn't want to disappoint them, but she couldn't just leave. So she stayed holding his hand letting him know he wasn't alone. At 7:05 pm the Great Guardian took his last breath and his soul passed on to the next life.

In his hidden loft, Hawkmoth had been searching all day. for someone who was experiencing high negative emotions. He had found one and was about to make an akuma, when there was a flash of purple light and he was back to his civilian self. "What is the meaning of this? I didn't say wings rest! Nooroo, I want an explanation right now!"

However no little kwami appeared and the flitter of butterflies had vanished. Angrily he grabbed the brooch and was shocked to see it was dull in color, the wings were light grey instead of shimmering white and the jewel was no longer purple, but clear. For some reason the Miraculous had gone dormant and he didn't know why.

Unbeknownst to most Miraculous wielders, when a Great Guardian passed away, the Miraculous all went dormant no matter where they were. If they were already dormant they would still flash as the kwami inside was alerted that their protector was no more. It was a failsafe to keep the Miraculous from being misused or stolen when there was no Guardian.

The Miraculous and the Kwamiis always needed a Great Guardian. Someone had to protect Miraculouses when they weren't in use or they needed to be given to new wielders. There had to be someone to heal the little gods and be willing to risk their lives to retrieve them if they were in danger. A Great Guardian played many roles with the Miraculouses. Until a new one was appointed and bonded with Wayzz, the ancient relics wouldn't work nor would a kwami be awakened.

While Hawkmoth continued to be frustrated and angry, a sad Marinette walked got out of the taxi that Florence had called for her and entered the bakery knowing her parents would want an explanation. They were both waiting for her behind the counter.

"Marinette thank goodness you're safe! We were so worried about you!" Sabine told her daughter hugging her tightly. "When the school called and said you were absent for the second part of the day, we nearly panicked. We covered for you since this was the first day of school."

"Don't think we'll do it again young lady. We're not happy you skipped school and didn't answer your phone. Now tell us young lady where have you been?" Tom demanded his big arms crossed as he gazed down at her in mild anger.

"I went to the hospital to see if Mr. Fu, the old man from this morning, was okay. I just couldn't get him out of my mind and I felt a bit guilty for not moving faster," she explained sadly. Her parents' eyes softened so she took that as a sign to continue. "At first no one would tell me anything, but a kind nurse from the ICU took me up to see him. She told me how he was slowly dying and that Mr. Fu had no one there for him. He didn't have any family or friends. So I decided to stay with him. No one deserves to die alone. We talked for a while and then he asked me for a final request."

"What kind of request?" her father asked in a perplexed tone. He and his wife were not angry anymore. Both of them knew what kind of person their daughter was and what she had done was a kind thing to do. She was right that no one should die alone. Still, he wondered what kind of request the stranger had asked of her.

Marinette explained that he asked if she would take care of some family heirlooms and look after his pet turtle. Sabine understood how important it was to Chinese values that someone carry on the family legacy, though it was rare to consider a female for such an inheritance, in the more traditionalist families. It was high honor for Marinette to chosen for what was likely a valuable inheritance from an elder.

"That sounds like a reasonable request. Did you sign the necessary papers? When will you be collecting the items and the animal?"

"It should be a in a few days. His lawyer will come over and explain everything to me. This is just been a real sad and unusual day." Her parents nodded and the family hugged each other. It had been an extremely long day.

Four days later Marinette came home from school not noticing a car parked next to the bakery. She was planning on doing her homework after changing her bandages, but stopped when she noticed that the bakery was closed early. Puzzled, she walked upstairs and found her parents sitting at the table with a young woman in a business suit. Judging by the briefcase and stacks of papers she was reviewing, she must be the lawyer they had been waiting for.

"Ah, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, it's nice to see you have arrived. I am Ms. Benson, Mr. Fu's lawyer. I'm here to discuss your inheritance and the legal issues that come with it."

Marinette nodded as she sat down. Looking around, she wondered why there was no cage or bowl with a turtle in it. She'd ask about that after she went over the legal issues.

"Ahem, my client had no living relatives and no friends to leave his property to. However his will was quite clear in who he wanted to give his estate to and he took legal measures to make the transition as smooth as possible. To begin with; Mr. Fu left you his bank accounts, his place of residence/work in the building he owned, and all his worldly contents."

The Dupain-Chengs were shocked by this news. They were even more shocked when they learned the value of the estate and that Mr. Fu had taken steps to pay off all taxes related to the property and inheritance laws, leaving Marinette free of debt and the deed in her name. She could do whatever she wanted with the property as long as her parents gave their approval and helped her with any legal issues.

Marinette sat there stunned as Ms. Benson continued reading the will. Mr. Fu had been cremated and his ashes now belonged to her. She was instructed to keep them near Wayzz, who she would be meeting a bit later. The hospital bill had already been covered. There were a few more tiny things, but the end result was basically that she legally owned and almost everything in the inheritance had been paid for.

"Here are the keys to the property. You should go over there soon and see what you want to bring here or leave there. Now pertaining to his pet Wayzz," Ms. Benson reached into her briefcase and pulled out a small box with strange lines on it. "I didn't find the turtle when I was at the deceased property earlier. Apparently this box contains instructions on how to care for him and where to find him."

Marinette took the box looking at the design. It was very beautiful. She was eager to open it to learn more about the Chibi Head Peridot turtle. Some instinct told her to wait until she was alone. After signing some papers and receiving the urn of ashes, Ms. Benson left.

Her parents decided to look over the paperwork about the accounts and property for their daughter. They would go see the building on the weekend. In the meantime Marinette hurried upstairs to her room to open the box. Sitting down at her desk, she opened it.

She let out a yelp of surprise when there was a yellow green flash coming from the object inside. The flash died down and floating in the air was a small turtle like being. The creature opened his eyes staring at her. "Hello Marinette. My name is Wayzz."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A TALKING TURTLE AHHHHHHHH!" Marinette screamed as she pushed her chair away from the desk so fast she fell out. Seeing the creature approaching her, she turned to run towards her door only to collide with her vanity. "Don't touch me ahh!"

"Please stop screaming. You're parents are going to come up here and then we won't be able to talk. You promised Master Fu you would look after me. There's so much I have to teach you."

Taking a few deep breaths, Marinette crawled back to the desk as Wayzz landed next to the box. She now saw a bracelet inside and realized it was the same one Fu had been wearing. Looking at the kwami properly she noted that he did look exactly like she pictured in her mind, minus the floating and talking part.

"Who, what, where, when, and why please?"

The little kwami nodded. "My name is Wayzz and I'm the Kwami of the Turtle Miraculous," he said pointing to the bracelet. "I was slumbering inside my Miraculous until you opened the box awakening me. You were chosen by Master Fu to take on the responsibilities of the Great Guardian."

"Great Guardian? What does that mean?"

"There is much I need to explain to you. Many lives are at stake and the safety of Paris is in danger. I need your help to protect this city and save my friend Nooroo the Butterfly and his Miraculous from being abused. In order to do so, you and I need to bond, so I can teach you how to be the Great Guardian, and find people who can help rescue him before it is too late."

This is way too much Marinette thought. Talking animals, magic jewelry, and the world was in danger? That old man thought she'd be up to the task of handling all this? No way, this was way too much to handle at once. She had agreed to take care of a pet and some relics, not get involved with all this.

She was ready to open her mouth and tell him no thanks, but stopped when she remembered Master Fu's face before he died. He'd been so grateful for her and he trusted a complete stranger with what was obviously a big secret. He loved Wayzz so much that he did what he could to ensure his old friend wasn't alone after he died.

Maybe this has something to do with that dream I had a couple nights ago. I've been wondering what it meant. Maybe Wayzz could give me an answer. If I was willing to risk my life to try and save Master Fu, then I can be brave enough to take on his job. "What do you need me to do in order to bond with you?"

Wayzz smiled happy that Marinette wasn't pushing him away. "You need to put on the Miraculous and take an oath. Once that's done, we'll be bonded to one another for as long as you live or until you pass the job of being the Great Guardian to someone else."

The teen nodded as she slipped on the bracelet feeling it lying against her wrist. It hummed with power. Wayzz had her take the pose of the Miraculous transformation before reciting the oath. It was in ancient tongue and it was hard to pronounce the words correctly.

When she finished speaking them the bracelet, Wayzz, and she, glowed green. They were now bonded to one another. Now instead of being a normal student the bluenette had taken her first steps to become the Great Guardian.