AmyNChan: Okay, so now I have three multichapters going on at once…

Tikki: You're going to overwork yourself…

AmyNChan: I'll be okay. 'Cause I'm on vacation! XD

Tikki: *sighs*

AmyNChan: Anyhoot, I don't own ML~! *^_^*

"Miraculous Cure!" Ladybug shouted as she flung the item of the day into the sky. She watched the huge stick explode into a plethora of colors, widening its hold on the city until all the damage from the battle had become undone. The Eiffel Tower gained that quarter of its mass back, the streets looked good as new, and that little girl on the side of the road had her lollipop returned to her in one piece.

"What…happened?" the lawyer asked, genuinely confused as he sat at the base of the tower. Chat Noir and Ladybug grinned at each other while holding up their fists.

"Mission Accomplished!" they chorused as they had so many times before. They bumped their hands in a playful gesture before she heard the warning blips in her ears.

"Ah, that's my cue to leave," she said. She sent a smirk over in her partner's direction as she prepared to zip off on her yo-yo. "Take care of that bruise, silly kitty. That looked painful."

"Could it be that my Lady is worried about me?" Chat grinned, his eyebrows doing their own little dance at the thought. Ladybug laughed her partner's whimsical words off before taking to the sky. She could never tell if that boy was serious or not when it came to his affection, but it helped her to think that he wasn't.

The wind was slightly nippy against her face as she raced back home. Her parents did not know she had disappeared from under their noses yet again and she would have liked to keep it that way. She landed atop her balcony just as her transformation became undone and 'Ladybug' was replaced by the typical high school girl that was Marinette.

"That poor lawyer must have felt so horrible," Tikki said as they opened the skylight. Marinette dropped onto her bed as she gave the topic a bit of thought, just as she did with every akuma victim.

"To lose a case when you know the person you're fighting for is innocent is hard," the girl agreed as she pulled out a sugar cookie from her secret stash. "But putting other people in danger over it is not the right thing to do. I hope more evidence is found to release the innocent person."

Tikki sighed in agreement as she took the cookie with a word of thanks. It was not often that they ran into an akuma whose actions were fueled by an injustice they could do nothing about, but it was their job to bring the victims back to their sanity and cleanse the akuma within them. Marinette knew she enjoyed helping to right things afterwards when she could, but there was nothing she could do about it this time. She flopped hopelessly onto her bed, groaning at the guilt she felt over a situation she could not help.

"Marinette!" her mother called from below. The girl jumped to attention. Her mother only sounded like that when—

"I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" she cried as she finally took in the time displayed on her clock. Lunch break ended in ten minutes and it was a fifteen minute walk to the school. She rushed down the stairs and hurried through the door, pausing only to give her mother and father kisses on the cheek. She ran for all her worth all the way back to the building of her education.

For eleven minutes.

"Miss Dupein-Cheng, how nice of you to join us," Madame Bustier said with a thin-lipped smile. The young girl considered herself lucky to only be a minute late as she apologized and headed to her seat. It was no surprise to her that Alya proceeded to pepper her with silent questions, wondering why she would come into the classroom late and if she had perhaps seen the epic battle that Ladybug and Chat Noir had just finished.

"Later," the girl whispered to her oblivious friend. Of course she had been there during the battle, but there was no way for Alya to ever know that. The explanation of why she was late would have to be chalked up to simple forgetfulness on her part yet again. That always seemed to work.

Madame Bustier shot a look Marinette's way and the girl eeped her way into submission. Akuma she could handle. Chat Noir and his flirting she could handle. Alya and her questioning she could handle.

Detention she could not.

She sighed as she took out her notebook. It was time to take notes. Or draw new designs. Or doodle the back of Adrien's head.

Who knew with today? It was, after all, just the norm.

AmyNChan: Okay, so that's a bit of a prologue! Chapter one to come tomorrow! *^_^*

Marinette: Please don't forget to review!

AmyNChan: hehe, and also please check out Snavej's stories. They're incredibly entertaining. *plays with a laser*