Nathanaël stared at the floating fox sprite in disbelief. It hovered mid-air with its arms crossed and stared at him through its big, orange eyes. It had red fur, with tints of orange. It had a white snout, trailing to the back of its head, where it faded away.

The box he was clutching had already fallen to the ground and his jaw was slack.

What even happened?

About an Hour Ago . . .

Nathanaël trudged through the empty paths with a heavy heart. It was another day of Chloé endless teases and smirks and embarrassment in front of his crush. Sure, Marinette defended him, but it hurt, nonetheless.

The thoughts of Chloé disgusted him and he kicked a pebble away and clenched his fists on his bag unknowingly.

His head stopped swimming with horrible thoughts when he heard a weak cry. He spun around to face an elderly man sprawled on the floor. He was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, brown shorts and was a stumpy size.

Being the kind boy he is, he ran over to the elderly man's aid, "Sir, are you alright?" He offered a hand to the man and he accepted it. The elder's mysterious eyes wandered across Nathanaël features.

"Yes, thank you, young man!" He beamed at Nathanaël who went scarlet and turned away shyly. "It was nothing, really!"

Nathanaël spotted a green gem sparkle in the corner of his eye. The elderly man's eye was also caught by the green glimmer. His expression turned from gratefulness to horror and surprise.

Thinking it must be something precious to him, he scooped up the bracelet. Before handing it back to the man, he eyed it curiously then smiled softly.

They exchanged thanks and parted ways.

Behind Nathanaël's back, the old man took out an old fashioned box from his pocket and stared at it while a debate was argued viciously in his mind.

Nathanaël nudged his door open and dumped his bag on the wooden flooring of his bedroom. He threw his precious sketchbook onto his desk with a groan and a sigh.

Just as he was about to bellyflop onto his bed, he heard something drop on the ground. He was expecting it to be his sketchbook, but when he spun around and reached down to grab it, his annoyed expression turned to confused.

A small, old-fashioned box layed there innocently.

"How did this get here?" Nathanaël stared at the box suspiciously.

It could be a prank. It could be a thing mistaken for his stuff. It could be.. A bomb?

He reached for the lid and leaned his head back, bracing for whatever it could've been.

But in what could have been a prank or a bomb's place, was a simple necklace. It was nothing special, just a necklace. A strange, fire-shaped symbol was attached to it.

Suddenly, a red orb appeared.

Nathanaël, being blinded by the bright red light, cowered behind his arms, using them to cower away from the light.

The light had finally faded away. In the light's place was a floating fox sprite.

It gave Nathanaël a toothy grin and waved its tiny paws at him. "Hello! I'm Fiero, you must be the new Miraculous holder Master Fu was talking about!"

Nathanaël, ignoring the weird fox thingy's enthusiasm screamed in fright and grabbed the closest thing to him (his sketchbook) and held it in front of him. "WHA-WHA-WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

Fiero hovered closer. "It's okay, I understand how you must feel. All my other holde-'

He was cut off by Nathanaël's panicked exclamations, "G-GET THE- WHAT TH- WHAT ARE YOU!?"

"Calm down. I am a kwami and I am the being that helps you turn into a superhero!" Fiero motioned with his paws and expressed the word superhero by waving his arms around frantically.

"B-but I can't be a superhero!" Nathanaël waved his hands in front of him frantically, backing away.

"You will be fighting alongside Ladybug and Chat Noir and you'll turn the famous super-duo into a super famous super duo!"

"N-no way. Nuh-uh!" The redhead shook his head quickly.

"Maybe if you do, you'll be able to woo your crush- hmm, what's her name; Marinette, was it?"

Nathanaël stared at the floating fox sprite in disbelief. It hovered mid-air with its arms crossed and stared at him through its big, orange eyes. "H-how did you know that?!"

Fiero didn't answer. He hovered in the air silently, "..."

"..."

"..."

"...fine."

Fiero's poker face turned into an enthusiastic grin and flew in a few cartwheels in the air. "Great!"

"Kay.. But what do I do.. Now?" Nathanaël asked. The little fox flew to the box while Nathanaël's eyes followed. Fiero picked up the necklace and waved it around.

"Put this on!" He said.

Nathanaël eyed the strange necklace with curiosity and suspicion before sighing and putting it on. "Now?"

"Now say, 'Fiero, let the flames strengthen' or 'Fiero, transform me!'"

Nathanaël bit his lip. He sighed again before exasperatedly saying, "Fiero, let the flames strengthen!"

Fiero wagged his tail, grinned and let out a "whoop!" as he was sucked into the necklace.

Nathanaël, being startled by this action stumbled backwards. A bright flash of light engulfed the necklace (Miraculous) pendant before revealing it once more; it was still orange, but it now had five stripes on it. He felt two large ears perk onto his head. An orange mask covered half of his face. His fringe was slightly pushed away to reveal more of his mask.

From the top of his neck to his collarbones, there was a black furry clothing covering that area. The entire torso was white while the sleeves were orange, same as his gloves. A darker shade of the orange he was wearing appeared as furry skinnyjeans. Black boots covered his feet. An orange tail with white streaks trailed behind his back.

A long flute thing (A/N IDK!) appeared on the top edge of his jeans.

Nathanaël examined himself. He nodded and hummed at every edge of his costume.

"Soo, Fiero, what now?" Nathanaël called out, but was greeted by silence. He looked around. "Fieroooo?"

"Hmm.." He took the long flute from his belt and examined it, brushing his fingers against the smooth wood. He played a few random notes, resulting in a beautiful melody despite his lack of skill of playing, and an orange light appeared on the end of it.

"GAGH! FIRE!" He waved the flute around crazily, until the bolt of light was swept away and crashed into his wall, making a hole in it. "Damn it.."

He walked over to his door and placed his gloved hand on the doorknob. Remembering his new outfit, he took back his hand and placed it on his chin. His eyes searched his room until the window was in his sight.

"Here we go.." Nathanaël gave a sigh and hesitantly flung himself out of the window. "GGGAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!""

He held his hands in front of himself, bracing for whatever impact could come, but none came. He opened an eye. Then another. Nathanaël touched his feet. His feet touched.. Nothing.

HE WAS FLOATING?!

He gave a yell of frustration and fright and stumbled in the air. Regaining his balance, he looked around for any trouble. Unsatisfied, he found none and flew around, bathing in the gasps of shock of residents and tourists.

Nathanaël heard his stomache growl. He pressed a palm against it and sighed uncontently. He held his hand out, as if pleading to whatever spirit was out there to just magically give him an apple..

A blink and an intense stare met the apple that was lying innocently on Renard Rouge's hand. He gave a squeak of glee and took a bite.

But he didn't take one..?

He opened his eyes when he didn't meet the sweet taste and the satisfying crunch of the apple. A vision of the apple blurred away into the wind.

Illusions..

He grinned with excitement. An explosive flute, flying powers and now, illusions. Nathanaël recalled the time when Volpina, the akumatized version of Lila (who was still in their class) attacked the city. A giant meteor threatened to burn off the face of the Earth but miraculously was prevented.

She was stopped by Chat Noir and Ladybug.. Ladybug..

Her soft, baby blue eyes..

Like..

Like..

Marinette's..

Marinette!

He should go see Marinette! (He obviously didn't see the connection there (thanks to the owners of the show who made EVERYONEoblivious..))

In a flash, he had already flown all the way to Marinette's house. He saw the familiar balcony, decorated with beautiful flowers that gave away the sweet aroma; sweet like Marinette.

God, he needed to stop saying cheesy stuff about his crush..

He landed on the balcony with (what he hoped was) a mysterious whoosh and crouched on the floor. Now what? He tapped on the trapdoor.

God, he was getting stupider by the minute!

He shuffled backwards on his feet, still crouching. His response was, Marinette climbing out, with a flyswatter hidden in her belt.

He quietly chuckled at how cute she was.

She had her hair out, her beautiful, gorgeous eyes were on high alert and she had a defensive stance that made her look sexily badass. And the cherry-on-top was the lips.. The lovely, pink plump, kis-

Stop it Nathanaël.

When Marinette turned to face him, she had already had the fly swatter in her hand, so fast he didn't even see her take it out.

"Who are you?" She asked Nathanaël in a dangerously low voice. He had never seen this side of her before, he was petrified; too shocked to say anything.

She jerked, making a threat, her eyes saying, I'm not afraid to swat you! He would've laughed at the adorableness if he wasn't on the edge of getting a bruise on his face.

"I-err-I'm..." Marinette edged closer.

He took a deep breath and stood up from his crouched position. "My name is Renard Rouge, and I'm looking forward to making the super-duo into a super-trio!" It took him all his energy, it took him half his soul to force a grin out.

He would pee his pants, if it wasn't Marinette.

"Do you have a Miraculous?"

He sighed. "Yes."

"Where?"

"My necklace." Nathanaël responded while clutching his necklace.

"H-how do I know that you're not an akuma?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"You don't. Just.. Trust me."

A heavy silence was formed between the two of them. The hint of danger lurked in the blue eyes and fear was evident in the teal eyes.

The silence was lifted when a huge crash, responded by screams were heard.

Their heads snapped to the direction of danger and Renard Rouge turned to Marinette. "I'll be back, Marinette. But right now, I need to help Ladybug and Chat Noir."

They stared at each other before Renard Rouge hastily flew away.

"Tikki?"

Tikki popped out from Marinette's breast pocket. "He has a Miraculous. I can feel it!" She squeaked out.

Marinette let out a sigh. "Looks like we have a third companion."

She swiped at her earrings. "Tikki, spots on!"

A/N:

Hello peeps!
This is my first fanfic so, can anyone give me some constructive criticism? Comments and likes are appreciated!