Miraculous: Tales of Blaze and Artemis

MDM: Hey there, guys! I'm MiraculousDragonMaster, and I'm here with my friend, PokemonFreak90, to introduce our new collaboration! We have been planning this story for months, and we can't wait to share it.

PokemonFreak90: I've been very excited to begin this story! It will feature an OC by each of us, who are new heroes in the world of Miraculous Ladybug. BTW, I have MDM to thank for introducing me to the show, so thank you!

MDM: My pleasure! Now, let's get on with the first chapter of this story. And action!

Chapter 1

New Day, New City, New School

(Cue show-like opening)

We see two teenage kids, a boy and a girl, standing near the Seine River with hardly anyone around the area. They then turn around to show us their faces.

The boy had dark blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore a dark blue T-shirt, dark wash jeans - looking almost black - and black trainers on his feet. On his right wrist, he had a coal-black leather wristband that had a silver emblem of a ball of fire in the middle.

The girl, on the other hand, had long auburn-red hair pulled into a low ponytail and amber-colored eyes, looking almost like liquid gold. She wore a light green V-neck T-shirt, knee-length jean shorts, black crew socks, and white sneakers with pink stripes. Around her neck was a silver moonstone pendant with hints of blue in it, shaped like a crescent moon.

"Hey, everyone!" The boy greeted with a wave. "I'm Allen."

"And I'm Bianca." The girl added.

"We're just two normal kids with normal lives." Then, Allen paused for a bit as a little smirk crept onto his face. "Well, almost normal."

Bianca then had a similar grin appear on her own face, eyes glinting mischievously. "We have a secret that no one knows yet."

The two share a smile before facing the front again. "We're superheroes." Allen revealed. "I'm Blaze."

"And I'm called Artemis." Bianca chimed in before her eyes briefly narrowed. "Don't make fun of the names."

"Thanks to these," Allen and Bianca show off the wristband and the pendant, "We can become superheroes." Allen said.

"Along with the help of these little guys." Bianca added, holding up a palm up in the air.

Just then, two swirls of color appeared; a gold swirl beside Allen and a silver swirl beside Bianca. Then, the swirls quickly steadied to show two strange little creatures. Both of them had big heads for their small bodies and they seemed to represent different animals.

The gold being seemed bird-like, almost like a phoenix, with a tiny pointed beak. Its skin was golden yellow, its eyes were a bright blue, and it had long, red tail feathers that looked like fire.

The silver being looked more wolf-like, with gray and white fur, tiny pointed ears on its head, and a little wolf tail. Its eyes were bright green.

"I'm Fenixx, the Kwami of fire!" The phoenix creature introduced itself, sounding male.

"I'm Claaw, the Kwami of ice!" The wolf creature came in, its voice also sounding masculine.

Fenixx and Claaw then went over to their respective owners, making them laugh.

"And this is our story!" They all said as everything went black.

It was a beautiful day in the City of Love: Paris, France. In a nice, slightly less crowded neighborhood in the city, Bianca exited the door of a nice, ice blue terraced house and took a deep breath of the morning air. One could see that she wasn't wearing her moonstone pendant at the moment. She then walked a little further down the sidewalk until she arrived at a darker navy blue house of the same style.

A couple of days ago, she and her best friend, Allen, had moved from their home country of Canada all the way to Paris. Their fathers both worked for the same international bank and had transferred to Paris. Since both teens once visited because of a foreign student exchange program a few years back, they were happy to see some familiar sights.

She knocked on the door three times and waited for a couple of seconds when the door opened to reveal Allen. He didn't have his wristband, either.

"Hey, Allen." She greeted him.

"Hey, Bianca." Allen returned the greeting, closing the door behind him. The two then high-fived each other before continuing to walk down the street, side by side. "New day, new city, new school."

"Yeah." Bianca agreed. "I'm grateful that we get to walk to school now."

"Maybe this new school could be your chance to open up a bit more." Allen suggested. "No one here knows what happened to you...if you know what I'm talking about."

Bianca nervously bit her lip. "You could say that. But I don't know, Allen. I've been happy just having you, since we've been best friends since preschool."

"I know." Allen said, slightly smiling at the memories. "But this could be a good opportunity to make new friends, besides me."

Bianca played with the strap of her backpack before she sighed. "Okay." She conceded. "But I'm not making any promises."

"I'll work with that." Allen said, smiling widely. She returned it before they continued to walk down the road towards their new school.

Eventually, they arrived at their new school: Francoise Dupont High School. As they entered into the inner courtyard, they noticed that a lot of kids were staring at them, which didn't ease Bianca's nerves. Allen just gently grabbed her arm and directed themselves away.

"Ah, you two must be the new students." A voice caught their attention.

Allen and Bianca turned to the side to see an owlish-looking man with a beard walking towards them. "I'm Mr. Damocles, the principal here at Francoise Dupont High."

"Hello, sir." Both of the teens said to him.

"Come with me, I will show you two your lockers and your new classroom." Mr. Damocles said, walking towards a nearby door. The two followed him into the locker room.

"Miss, this is your locker." Mr. Damocles points to one locker and hands Bianca a combination code written on a slip of paper.

"And yours is on the other side, lad." He led Allen to the other side of the lockers and pointed to one, while handing him another slip of paper.

Bianca and Allen opened their new lockers, observing them for a few seconds before closing them and turning back to their new principal.

"Follow me now. I'll show you to your new classroom."

Allen and Bianca followed Mr. Damocles out of the locker room and back out into the courtyard. Then, he led them up a staircase to a classroom and opened the door. Inside the room, the class was beginning to start the lesson when the teacher, a kind-looking woman with bright vermilion hair pulled up in a bun and warm sea green eyes, looked over to the doorway.

"Ms. Bustier." Mr. Damocles greeted the woman. "Forgive my intrusion, but you have two new students joining your class."

He gestured over to Allen and Bianca, the latter shying away slightly, her palms clammy as she held onto the straps of her backpack, while the former had a steadying hand on her arm.

Ms. Bustier had a kind smile on her face. "Yes, I remember. Come in, you two."

Slowly, they came in, with Allen slightly pulling a quavering Bianca behind him before she could try and hide. Ms. Bustier then addressed the class.

"Class, we have two new students joining us, all the way from Canada." She said cheerfully. "Meet Allen Flint and Bianca Snow."

Allen gently pulled Bianca to stand beside him as they looked over at all of the students, who were all looking at them.

They both waved at the class, noticing everyone who was in attendance. Most of them seemed pretty nice as they smiled at them, but there was a prim blonde girl in the front that looked like the classic queen bee of the school, and they both made a mental note to avoid her and/or ignore her and her red-haired lackey at any cost.

But for Allen, what caught his eye was an ombre-haired girl with thin black glasses shielding her hazel eyes, sitting near the front of the room in the second row on the right side. For some reason, he couldn't remove his gaze away from her.

The voice of Ms. Bustier and the slight elbow jab from Bianca brought him back to the current situation. "Would you two like to tell us a little bit about yourselves?" Their teacher asked them.

Allen faintly heard Bianca's quiet gulp of nervousness and decided to go first. "Well, we're both sixteen years old. Bianca and I once visited Paris a few years back, on a foreign student exchange program. Since we speak both French and English, it wasn't that difficult, and we loved it."

"Yeah." Bianca agreed, still sounding nervous, but at least she wasn't stammering. "Our dads work in the same international bank, so when they were offered to move here for work, we were happy to do so and we told them that it was okay. Allen and I have been best friends since we were really little, since our families have always been pretty close."

Allen nodded in agreement. "We're more like siblings than just best friends." He added. "And as for our interests, well, I love basketball. And I want to play in the NBA someday."

"And I'm more into music, though I do like early morning jogging." Bianca chimed in. "My dream is to be in a real band and become a professional musician."

"That's very nice." Ms. Bustier said. "Well, there's a spare table in the back of the room that you two can share, if that's alright."

"That's fine, Madam." Allen said to her, and he and Bianca went to the back of the room. On the way, Allen briefly locked eyes with the ombre-haired girl with glasses from earlier once again. Something jolted inside him when he caught her eye again. But...what was it, exactly?

Class went by relatively easily and the material was pretty easy for both of them to understand. Then, the bell rang for lunch and everyone started to pack up their things and head out the door. Allen and Bianca were among the first to leave, mostly because Bianca was a little eager to get out of the classroom and Allen was just trying to keep up with her.

Soon, they found the cafeteria and got in the long line to get food. When they did, they both sat at an empty table.

"You doing okay, Bea?" Allen asked his best friend, calling her by her nickname.

"I'm fine." She assured him. "Just needed to get out of there. It's such a nice day outside. Maybe we should've eaten out."

Allen looked out the window, seeing the nice warm sun with a bright blue sky. "Yeah, we should've." He knew that deep down, despite her shyness, Bianca was a bit of a free spirit, just like him.

"Hello!" A cheerful voice caught their attention. They turned to the side and saw a pretty Chinese girl with bright bluebell eyes and dark blue hair tied into twin pigtails standing there, smiling brightly. Next to her was the same girl that Allen had noticed earlier.

"Welcome to Francoise Dupont High." The smiling Chinese girl added. "My name's Marinette Dupain-Cheng and this is my best friend, Alya Césaire." She gestured to the girl next to her. "Can we sit with you two?"

"Sure." Allen conceded, while Bianca just nodded silently.

Marinette and Alya took spots on the other side of the table. "So how are you liking Paris?" Marinette asked them.

"It's just as great as we remembered. Right, Bianca?" Allen asked his best friend.

Bianca nodded. "Yeah." She then held up a croissant. "The food can't be beat."

Marinette giggled, which also made Bianca giggle as well. Allen felt a little smile on his face when he saw that.

"Well, maybe sometime, you two can drop by my parents' bakery, just a block away from school." Marinette suggested.

"Yeah." Alya added. "The food there is just delicious. The best pastries in Paris." The comment made Marinette chuckle again.

"Maybe we will." Bianca said. "What do you think, Allen?"

"Sounds great!" Allen agreed.

"So you two are from Canada?" Alya asked them. The two nodded. "When did you arrive in Paris?"

"Just a couple of days ago." Allen answered. "We live on the same street, just as we always have since we were five."

Bianca playfully rolled her eyes with a smile. "Yeah, when we were playing catch with an old basketball in your backyard."

"Attempting to." Allen corrected. "You never could catch that ball."

"Hey!" Bianca exclaimed, offended. "I caught it a few times."

Allen snickered. "Yeah, and two times when that happened, it hit you in the nose and blood just came dripping out."

"You are gross." Bianca said, lightly smacking him on the arm. "And your aim was pretty off. But now we're much better and I can keep you on your toes when we play basketball."

Allen pretended to think about it. "Yeah. You can." He agreed. "But you're still not as good as me."

"Shut it." Bianca said, rolling her eyes.

Marinette and Alya both laughed at their playful banter. "Well, you two do act like siblings." Marinette said.

"Anyway," Alya came in, changing the subject, "I know what it's like, being the new kid. I moved to Paris myself only a couple of weeks ago."

"Really?" Allen asked. "From where?"

"Martinique." Alya answered. "In the Caribbean."

"Much warmer than here, huh?" Allen asked.

"You get used to it eventually." Alya replied with a shrug.

Both of them just stared at one another before everyone turned back to their food, making some small talk. Allen and Alya, however, continued to share quick little glances at each other, making Bianca and Marinette smirk at each other. They would definitely be talking to them about that later.

Soon, lunch was over, and the four headed over to music class. Bianca was most excited for it, since she loved music. After the lesson, there was quite a bit of free time, so Allen and Bianca took the time to explore the room.

Just then, Bianca saw a keytar placed in a corner of the room. A big smile came on her face as she went over to it and picked it up.

"You can play that?" Marinette asked her.

"Yeah, it's my favorite instrument." Bianca answered. "I also play the normal piano, normal guitar, and I enjoy singing."

"Really?" Marinette said, impressed. "Well then, you've gotta show me a little bit of what you can do." A playful gleam was in her eye.

Bianca saw that and smirked. Silently, she went to the window and turned back to face Marinette. Allen gave her a confident wink, and she returned it. Then, she started to play a little song on it. The melody rang throughout the room as she even started to move to it, getting lost in the music.

Allen smiled at his friend in her element, no longer shy about the other people that were watching her with awe. Music was one way for her to cope with the incident that had happened a few years ago, other than hanging out with him. She was being herself at last. Her true self.

Soon, Bianca finished the song with flair just as the bell rang for the next class. Everyone applauded for her, and suddenly, she felt shy again. She just smiled bashfully as she put the keytar back where she'd found it, grabbed her stuff, and hurried out of the room. Allen quickly followed her while getting his own things, as did Marinette and Alya.

"Bianca, that was amazing!" Alya exclaimed. "You've got skills, girl!"

Bianca blushed in embarrassment. "Um, well, it's nothing, really." She said, rubbing her forearm.

"Are you serious?" Marinette asked. "You sounded incredible!"

Instead of being shy, Bianca sent her a genuine, albeit tiny grin, not saying anything else.

"Marinette's right!" A chipper voice piped in.

Everyone turned around and saw a tall goth girl behind them, along with a short, bubbly blonde, dressed in pink.

"You sounded amazing!" The girl in pink squealed, making Bianca slightly back away.

Allen lightly held her back from backing away too far. His best friend really had a giant bubble around her that defined her personal space. Her parents and himself were the only ones that she didn't have a problem with.

"I'm Rose, and this is Juleka." The bubbly girl introduced herself and her companion. "You really have talent, Bianca."

Bianca bit her lip, but managed to give her a shy smile. "Thank you."

"You know, we have a band." Juleka spoke up, sounding almost as soft-spoken as Bianca herself. "Rose is our lead singer and I play the bass."

"Yeah!" Rose said. "Juleka's older brother plays the guitar, and Ivan, one of the boys in our class, is on the drums. We could certainly use a keytarist! Are you interested?"

Bianca wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. She had only arrived in Paris for a couple of days and already, people who had a band wanted her to join them. As much as this was a step for her to not only get closer to her dream, but to also make friends, her heart was pounding like crazy as her nerves started to get fried.

"At least you can check out some of our songs and see." Juleka added. "Most of them are pretty heavy metal, but there are some rock songs if you don't like those."

Bianca lightly gulped. "Um, I'll have to think about it." She finally said as she quickly walked away, not saying another word and keeping her head down to hide her burning cheeks.

The others watched her as she left. "She seems….jumpy." Alya pointed out.

"It's complicated." Allen answered as he hurried to catch up to his best friend and calm her down.

She was doing great so far, but then her progress went down. Maybe he did set his expectations a bit too high for her. But earlier during lunch, she seemed pretty fine while chatting with Marinette. What was it about the smiley Chinese girl that made her feel much more at ease than with Rose and Juleka?

Soon, they found Bianca and Allen managed to calm her down with just a one-sided embrace, which she gratefully leaned into. She then kind of stuck close to him as all six of them continued walking towards their next class. Luckily, Alya managed to lighten up the atmosphere as she pulled out her phone, swiping across the screen.

"Oh, you two?" She said, getting their attention. "Since you now live here, you must know about Paris's very own superheroes: Ladybug and Cat Noir!"

She showed them a picture on her phone of two superheroes jumping super high through the air. Out in front was a dark-haired girl wearing a skintight spandex red bodysuit with black polka dots everywhere and a domino mask on her face with five of the same spots, looking just like a ladybug.

Following close behind her was a young man with shaggy blonde hair and green cat eyes. He wore a black latex catsuit with a belt acting like a tail and two cat ears on his head, along with a little golden bell at his throat. He certainly looked like a cat, through and through.

"Superheroes?" Allen asked. "Like the ones in movies and comic books?"

"Yep, but much cooler!" Alya said proudly. "They showed up a couple of weeks ago, saving the city when there was a rock golem army running through the streets."

"Well, their real enemy is someone who calls himself Hawkmoth." Marinette added, her voice slightly turning serious. "He can apparently sense strong negative emotions from a person from anywhere in the city. In exchange for the power that he gives them, he gets them to try and steal the sources that give Ladybug and Cat Noir their powers."

Alya quickly looked through her phone again and then showed Allen and Bianca some recent news footage about Ladybug and Cat Noir fighting against a supervillain.

"That looks awesome!" Allen said, a smile lighting up his face. Bianca just shook her head fondly at her best friend, but she agreed with him. They did look impressive.

Just then, they saw the resident queen bee herself and her lackey. "Well, if it isn't the new nobodies." The prissy blonde taunted. "From Canada. How tacky can that be?" She then looked over at them with a scrutinizing eye.

"What's up with your eyes?" She rudely asked Bianca, looking at her odd amber-colored eyes. "You look like you could be a vampire from one of those cheap American movies. I bet that's not even your real eye color, and those are just cheap contacts."

Then, she turned over to criticize Allen. "And you, getting all excited about superheroes just like glasses over there." She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at Alya. "Who dares call herself Ladybug's biggest fan. Well, I am Ladybug's best friend and biggest fan. She is just such a darling, unlike that annoying sidekick of hers, even if he is easy on the eyes. But that mangy stray is nothing compared to my perfect Adrikins."

Allen and Bianca just narrowed their eyes at her, the latter too angry to even feel shy. "And who might you be?" Allen asked, making her mouth drop agape.

"Excuse me?!" She shrieked.

"Chloe Bourgeois." Marinette muttered disdainfully.

"The mayor's daughter and an all-around spoiled brat." Alya added.

"Oh, you little-!" Chloe sniped, her face caked with makeup and flushed red.

"Just please shut up and go bother someone else with your pointless bragging." Bianca cut her off, rolling her eyes. "And this is my real eye color."

"And Ladybug and Cat Noir both look cool." Allen added.

"And for the last time, Chloe, Cat Noir is not Ladybug's sidekick." Marinette came in, crossing her arms. "He is her partner, her equal. Sure, he may seem like a jokester at times, and does come up with annoying puns, but he means well. Just like Ladybug."

"So just scram and leave us alone, will you?" Alya said as all of them walked away from the shocked blonde and her equally shocked redheaded friend.

"Is she always that…" Allen started.

"Annoying?" Marinette asked.

"Bratty?" Alya came in.

"Mean?" Rose guessed.

"A word that we're not supposed to say in school?" Juleka put in.

"I think 'insufferable' sums it up." Bianca muttered.

"That will do." Allen said. "For now, at least. Well, every school has to have at least one snobby brat."

"I couldn't agree more. At least the good outnumber the bad." Bianca said. "And who was she talking about when she used that disgusting nickname?"

"She was talking about Adrien Agreste, who's also a student in our class." Alya explained. "He sits in front of Marinette."

"Wait a minute." Bianca cut her off, no longer feeling shy when pure disbelief appeared on her face. "Adrien Agreste? THE Adrien Agreste? The same Adrien Agreste whose face is always on the front page of every teen magazine I've seen girls reading in school back in Canada? Whose father is Gabriel Agreste, the world-famous fashion designer?"

She briefly remembered the many times that she would see a group of girls gathered around a teen magazine, adoring the handsome blonde boy with green eyes. Sometimes, she would even see some having a picture of him in their lockers. The thought of it just made her annoyed. Sure, he was famous, rich, and he had a pretty face, but that was no reason to completely lose your mind as you gaze at him, pure infatuation in their dazed eyes. It was just ridiculous.

"The very same." Alya answered. "Are you a fan of his?"

Bianca scoffed. "Pfft. No way. True, he looks really cute, but I'm not that kind of girl to go all crazy over a celebrity. It's honestly annoying."

"Couldn't agree with you more." Alya said, somewhat sneaking Marinette a glance from the corner of her eye and seeing a brief flicker of relief on the Chinese girl's face. "But don't worry. Adrien is actually a really nice guy, and not one of those guys who lives for the camera. He may be bred for it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he likes it."

"Well, that's a relief." Allen said. "One snobby brat is enough. Can't deal with two."

Their last class of the day was gym class, much to Allen's delight, as he got into his gym uniform. And to make things even better, the coach decided that, in a way to welcome him and Bianca, they would play a game of basketball with them as the team captains.

For Allen's team, he had Alya, the famous Adrien, a pink-haired tomboyish girl named Alix, and a Vietnamese jock named Kim. Bianca chose Marinette, Juleka, a red-haired boy named Nathaniel, and a dark-haired boy with a red baseball cap named Nino, who was apparently Adrien's best friend.

The coach blew the whistle and the game began. Easily, Allen had the ball in his grip and was making his way over to his team's basket, dribbling it as he went. But then, Bianca began to cut him off from reaching it, catching up to him with hardly a sweat.

She stole the ball away and began to head over towards her own basket. Allen and a couple of other members of his team went after her, but some of them were intercepted by some of Bianca's team as she passed the ball to Marinette, let her dribble it as she got closer to the basket.

Marinette dribbled it until she passed back to Bianca and she got ready to toss the ball into the net. But then, Allen made it past Nino and quickly intercepted his best friend before she made the shot. The ball slipped from her fingers and Allen caught it.

He then headed back to the other side of the court, Bianca and Juleka following him. But then, Kim and Adrien blocked them as Allen made the first shot and the ball fell through the net, scoring the first couple of points.

The game went on for at least another thirty minutes, with Allen's team in the lead, but Bianca's team proved to be pretty good themselves, easily catching up with their opponents. The score eventually became tied as Marinette shakily passed the ball to Bianca before Adrien could steal it. Bianca then made her shot, and the ball went through the hoop.

As the last couple of minutes of the game began to dwindle down, Alya found herself on the other team's side of the court, blocked on all sides by Bianca's team, with Nino and Marinette trying to block the other members of her team from helping her. Luckily for her, the basket was a straight shot for her, with Allen right by it.

With all of the strength that she could get in her legs, she jumped in the air and made her shot. The ball flew through the air as everyone either watched or went after it. Then, just as time ran out, Allen caught it, jumped as high as he could and slammed the ball through the hoop.

Allen and his team cheered for the victory, while Bianca's just heaved and wiped sweat from their brows. The teams congratulated them for a good game as the boys and girls went off into separate changing rooms to clean up. Once he was done, Allen waited for Bianca to come out, seeing that most of the other girls had already freshened up and left.

"Hey." A voice called out to him. Allen turned and saw Alya coming his way, along with Adrien. It was the latter that got his attention. "You were pretty great on the court."

"Thanks." Allen said. It definitely seemed like Adrien was very different from Chloe, even though they came from similar backgrounds.

"Coming from Adrien, our resident sunshine boy, that means something." Alya said.

Adrien just shook his head at her fondly, while lightly rolling his summer green eyes. "Don't go too far there, Alya." He said to her, before turning back to Allen. "Keep practicing and I think you have a real shot of accomplishing your dream."

"Really?" Allen asked.

Both Adrien and Alya nodded in agreement. "I might even start a blog about the NBA's future superstar." She said with a wink.

Allen felt a strange heat beginning to flood inside his cheeks. "That's...nice of you." He said. But before he could try to decipher what was wrong with him, Bianca came out of the changing room. "What took you so long?" He asked her, dispelling the heat from his face.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "You know that a girl likes to take her time getting ready." She teased him, before turning to the other two people there. "It was nice meeting you, Alya. And you too, Adrien." Allen was surprised to see her hold out her hand to the blonde model.

Adrien smiled at her and shook her hand firmly. "It was nice meeting you too, Bianca." He said. "I hope that you and Allen enjoy living here in Paris."

She smiled at him before she and Allen headed out of the school for the day.

As they walked towards their street, they began to talk about their overall great first day at their new school.

"I actually really like it there." Allen said. "Everyone's so nice and welcoming. Well, except for Chloe."

Bianca lightly scoffed. "Well, it's not like we can't handle her. And I agree. Everyone is really nice there."

Allen then placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "And I'm proud of you. You really came out of your shell today. Though there is room for improvement."

"Don't expect a miracle anytime soon." Bianca teased. "But you do have a point. I'll keep working on that." Then, a mischievous smile came on her face as she changed the subject. "But I have noticed that you've been eyeing Alya all day."

Allen's face turned hot and red. "Huh? What are you talking about?" He asked her, playing dumb.

Bianca snorted. "Come on, Hoops." She said, calling him by her own nickname for him. "You like her. And getting a crush on your first day? Interesting..."

Allen turned away to hide his burning red cheeks. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, crossing his arms. Bianca just giggled at his attempt of denial. But after a few seconds, he turned back to her. "Do you think that...she likes me?"

Bianca slightly smirked, knowing that it didn't take long for Allen to admit that he has a crush on Alya. Then, it disappeared as she thought about it. "I'm not entirely sure yet." She said. "But she is curious about you, like she wants to get to know you better."

Allen's eyes turned hopeful. "So what should I do now? About Alya?"

Bianca kindly smiled at her best friend. "You're from somewhere new." She said. "You're mysterious, intriguing, and she seems to like uncovering mysteries, and you are kinda like a mystery, being the new kid. Use it to your advantage. Just remember to be yourself."

Allen smiled at her. "Thanks, Bea."

Just then, as they got to their street, Allen remembered something that he'd forgotten to tell Bianca about earlier, as they had been walking to school.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you something." He said. "Something important."

"What is it?" Bianca asked.

"My parents gave me a box that's said to have a family heirloom in it this morning. I haven't opened it yet. I wanted you to see it, too."

Bianca's eyes widened. "Odd. My parents gave me a family heirloom in a box this morning, too. I haven't seen it, either."

"Okay, let's head over to your house and we'll both take a look at them." Allen suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." Bianca said, and they both raced over to Bianca's house.

After quickly greeting her parents, Bianca and Allen were in her room, their backpacks on her bed as they sat down at her desk. Both of them each held a little black hexagonal box with odd red designs on the top of the lid. They were looking at them strangely.

"I've never seen anything like them." Bianca said. "And why do they look exactly the same?"

Allen shrugged. "Maybe because they're part of a matching set or something?"

Then, both of them clasped the tops of their boxes and glanced at each other. "You ready?" Allen asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Bianca replied.

At the same time, both of them opened their boxes. In Allen's box, there was a red leather wristband that had a gold emblem of a flame in the center of it. In Bianca's box, there was a silver onyx pendant that was shaped like a crescent moon.

The two stared at their respective heirlooms in wonder. They looked amazing with the incredible detail and value that both of them seemed to possess. But then suddenly, something strange happened.

The heirlooms both started to glow. Allen's wristband began glowing a warm gold color, while Bianca's was a contrasting, shiny silver. They continued to glow until orbs of the same light suddenly appeared, making both teens jump back and cry out in surprise. They shielded their eyes from the bright lights as they began to circle them; the gold light around Allen and the silver light around Bianca.

Then, the lights started to fade, making the teens look back over at what was happening. What they saw next would soon change their lives forever.

PokemonFreak90: This is just the beginning of Allen and Bianca's adventures in Paris! Make sure to keep reading as they soon join up with Ladybug and Cat Noir and join the fight against Hawkmoth!

(And please keep in mind that we won't be writing a chapter covering every single episode of the show, or else this story will never get finished!)

MDM: Yeah. I would like to complete this eventually, even with our crazy schedules. Though mine is much more filled up.

And a quick disclaimer before any of you start ranting in the reviews. No, it's not that we don't hate Nino, but my partner here likes Alya as a character and made his OC her love interest instead of Nino. So I'm sorry for you DJWifi fans out there.

Anyway, we hoped y'all enjoyed this first chapter! Please leave a review about what you think, and if you must rant, know that our minds are made up and keep it to a minimum.

Got to fly! ;)