"Don't be bemused it's just the news! I'm Nadja Chamack, and tonight the whole of Paris is partying! Why do you ask? Well, as our older resident Parisians know, the terrifying villain Hawkmoth was defeated twenty years ago! So, Paris, come on down to the Notre Dame, it's a funfest tonight! Now onto the-"

The TV shut off abruptly, with Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Agreste holding the remote.

She hadn't changed that much since her schooling years, slight smile wrinkles had formed around her mouth, even at her young age. Her trademark pigtails were a thing of the past, with long flowing navy hair going down to her shoulders. Her chipper bluebell eyes looked straight at Emma with a slightly stern expression.

"Why can't I go, Mum?" A short girl with forest-green eyes and navy with a slight tint of blonde hair asked her mother,

"Because, sweetie, I couldn't bear the thought of a neo-akuma attacking and grazing the whole thing to the ground!"

Ah, yes. Hawkmoth may have been defeated, but there were plenty of other 'supervillains' on the rise. A guy with a Hawkmoth obsession had stolen the Moth Miraculous somehow and had been copying all of what Hawkmoth used to do. 'Neo-Akuma' being one stolen name and he even called himself 'Neo-Hawkmoth!' Personally, Emma thought he was a stupid clown, albeit a dangerous stupid clown. But Ladybug and Chat Noir (the second) were much more powerful than this wise-guy.

"It's fine Mum! Ladybug and Chat Noir will be there!"

"I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous! It's getting late and I don't want you to be tired tomorrow!"

"Come on! You know that this 'Neo-Hawkmoth' guy copies Gabriel's tactics to the letter!"

Marinette's eyes widened before she stared at Emma. She then spoke in an eerily calm angry tone,

"Don't mention that monster's name, you know how much pain it brings around this house, especially to your father. You're very lucky that he wasn't around to hear that Emilie Sabine Agreste! Now, go to your room!"

Emma nodded quietly, before walking out. Her mother was the nicest person you could meet, but mention anything that could upset her husband, then you'd better watch out.

As she walked into her very purple room, (her Dad had said to her that her Mum's room was very pink at one point,) and whipped out her phone.

She smiled slightly as she called one of her top contacts.

After a few rings, the phone picked up,

"Hey, Emma! What's going on?" A male voice on the other end asked,

"Hey, Darcy! Nothing much, I asked my Mum if I could go to that anniversary party for Hawkmoth's defeat, but she said no, so I'm a bit bummed. Are you going?"

"Me? Are you kidding, I'm the biggest social outcast in the history of Françoise Dupont! I wouldn't go to a birthday party, let alone a party! Though, I also think that that's not the only thing upsetting you, what's wrong?"

Darcy Lahiffe. What he lacked in social skills, he made up for in perception. Sometimes, it was slightly annoying.

"Nah, nothing's wrong. I'm just a bit tired, How are you going?"

"Yeah, alright, same old, same old." She heard a voice in the background "Oh! I gotta go, my babysitter is telling me to go to bed!" He particularly mocked the word babysitter.

Nino and Alya Lahiffe were away a lot. Nino being famous as a DJ all around Europe, while his wife dedicated herself to her live blogging, shooting videos from all around the world. They rarely brought Darcy though, and preferred to put him with a 'babysitter.'

"Have you tried telling your Mum and Dad that at fourteen, you probably don't need a babysitter anymore?"

"Oh, believe me, I've tried moving Heaven and Hell for them to let me, but they won't budge,"

She could hear a muffled voice in the background.

"Alright, I'm going to bed now!" She heard him yell at someone, presumably his 'babysitter,' "see you tomorrow Emma!"

"See you tomorrow Darcy,"

She hung up her phone and turned around to find her Mum leaning on the doorpost, smiling.

"That was Darcy, wasn't it? You guys really like calling each other, hmm?" she teased,

"Bla- blu- da- Mum! He's just a friend!"

She walked over to Emma and hugged her,

"Sure, sure. Now, I'm sorry how I got angry at you like that. I shouldn't have gotten so angry over a name,"

"It's okay Mum, I shouldn't have asked constantly. I'm sorry too,"

"It's okay darling," She released the hug to look at her, "you know, you could always invite Darcy here tomorrow, your father loves him like a son, and I'm sure you wouldn't hate it either," She winked at her,

Her face became red-ripe like a tomato, before she indignantly moaned, "Mum!"

She laughed before checking the time, "You should go to bed now, your father's coming home tomorrow,"

She whirled around at Marinette, "Really?"

As Marinette and Adrien Agreste managed Gabriel's former fashion company together, (now called 'Agreste' instead of 'Gabriel') they were very busy. Marinette designed many of the higher tier clothing sold by them, while Adrien managed the business side, occasionally flying to other countries to sell their products. Adrien was coming home from one such trip tomorrow.

"Yup! Night." Her Mum said, switching off the light,

"Night," she mumbled,

The next morning…

Something leapt on Emma, and she jumped squealing.

She whipped her head around, seeing her father, his green eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Dad! You scared the crap out of me!" Emma lightly scolded as she hugged him tight,

Adrien Agreste hadn't changed that much over the years either, he loved his puns and 'bad dad jokes.' He may have been an adult, but he was still a child at heart. Though behind all the jokes and his 'over-the-top' attitude, his eyes seemed wearier than his wife's, Emma suspected it was due to his 'missing' father, and now dead mother. He made it a point though to hide it as much as possible. Though, now, he was the happiest she had seen him in a while.

"Language!" He scolded playfully,

"Bull! You were the one who introduced that language to me!" She shot back, eyes sparkling in delight,

"Nonsense! That was Chat Noir!"

"I doubt Chat Noir would visit me just to introduce 'foul' language to me!"

He snickered to himself as if there was a secret joke somewhere in that conversation.

"Come on down! We're making crepes!"

Emma's eyes widened in joy, before racing past her Dad screaming, "my favourite!"

Adrien chuckled to himself as he walked out as well.

He walked to down to find Emma scarfing down crepes, and his wife smiling looking at her. He snuck behind her and grabbed her shoulders growling,

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Marinette yelped, she then whipped around to see her husband looking at her innocently with those baby panda eyes.

It might've worked if there had have been any other suspects, but that was not the case.

"Adrien Agreste! You scared the shit out of me!"

Adrien made a show of trying to shield Emma, who was now chuckling at their antics,

"Don't poison her young, impressionable young mind with such foul language!"

"Pot call kettle black much?"

"What do you mean? That was Chat Noir's fault!"

Marinette snickered to herself, 'silly kitty'

After Hawkmoth's identity had been ousted as Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir broke for a lack of a better term. Thankfully it was in the private reaches of the mansion, Ladybug was confused, yet she still comforted him. His miraculous beeped until his costume reverted to his civilian attire. That was the day their identities were revealed to each other, and their love for each other truly blossomed.

She took him into a hug and kissed him.

"Ew! Well, I'll let you two make out. I've actually gotta go to school," Emma informed them, "see ya!"

Emma then ran off to Francois Dupont.

The bell rung as she entered the gates.

Francios Dupont College had not changed much since Emma's parents' days. Mrs Mendeliev had retired years ago, however, a greying Miss (though, now it was Mrs) Bustier was still teaching with equal enthusiasm as she did when she was young. The rooms itself were the same with one key difference, the library had been relocated. The reason was unknown and there were rumours that it was still the same. Emma didn't really believe that though.

She burst into the doors as Mrs Bustier was doing roll-call, she smiled sheepishly at her teacher.

"Good morning Madame,"'

"Good morning to you too Emma, you have your mother's elegance while you're late you know," she chuckled,

"Thanks. I think," She sat down next to Darcy, who greeted her silently.

Once, she was done, Mrs Bustier started class.

"Hello class, today we will be looking at the works of Shakespeare, who I'm sure you've all heard of. He was a poet, and a true word artist, making more words than anyone in history! Now, can anyone tell me a poem of his, and if you know, what type it is?"

Emma slumped as she heard multiple people proposing different poems.

'This is going to be a long day,'

At lunch…

"So, I finally finished that project, you know my decryptor? It's finally done!" Darcy exclaimed as they walked out of the classroom,"

Darcy Lahiffe may be small, and seemingly normal, but one gift that Darcy had was in technology. He was an expert hacker, learning coding at a young age to try to help his mother's blog. (It didn't really work out, but that's not the point) yet his skills grew from there. Darcy could work with gadgets and tech like nobody's business. Unfortunately, though, Emma was nowhere near as tech-savvy.

"Uh, that's great. What does it do again?" Emma asked sheepishly,

"It probably will blow up again, like usual." A red-haired boy walking past sneered,

"How about you go tell your opinions to someone who cares Kubdel?" Emma shot back,

Marque Kubdel (son of Nathaniel Kubdel) was the Chloe Bourgeois of the new generation. Unlike his father, Nathaniel, he preferred to use fists to solve his problems. His favourite target was poor Darcy, though fortunately for him, he was absolutely terrified of Emma, due to her creative (for lack of a better term,) payback tactics, and her skill in self-defence.

He glared at Emma, "Whatever,"

He walked past them, but not before he took a swing at Darcy. Emma blocked the fist with her hand, people started to surround them.

"You of all people know that I have a brown belt in karate, do you really want to fight?"

She then twisted his fist slightly,

He glared at her in hate, before pulling back his fist and whispering,

"You'll get yours Agreste,"

He then walked away down the stairs, his pride wounded.

"All right break it up," Emma told the crowd,

The surrounding students dispersed, as the confrontation was over.

Darcy sighed, "I owe you one,"

"I think you owe me like a million, but it's alright," Emma winked at him,

Darcy rubbed the back of his head, blushing.

Lights then started flashing red everywhere and the fire alarm started blaring. Darcy jumped at the sudden noise.

"Isn't that the neo-akuma alert?" Darcy asked, Emma nodded once, "so why is the fire alarm going off its head as well?"

Emma looked up in confusion, he was right, both alarms were ringing simultaneously.

Darcy grabbed her wrist, "we need to go! I can smell smoke,"

"You're right, it's coming from the right, so we'll go left. That's where the closest stairs are anyway," Emma replied,

They dashed down the corridor, towards the staircase. Once they got there, they both stopped at the sight,

"Shit! The stairs are ablaze as well, what do we do now?" Darcy exclaimed,

"Other way!" Emma replied,

Darcy turned around and gasped, "we can't! Look!"

The fire had caught up with them and now the corridor they ran through was ablaze. Emma's eyes widened in alarm.

"We're stuck! We're gonna burn to death if Ladybug and Chat Noir don't get here soon!"

"But, there's a door there!"

"That's the old library! It's been locked for years!"

"Well, that just great. Hey, look!" Darcy noticed a man resembling a human torch, through the window, with the signature Hawkmoth mask over his eyes.

He was battling Ladybug and Chat Noir. But the neo-akuma seemed to have the upper hand.

"By the time they beat them, WE'LL be the human torches!" Emma screamed,

"I got it! We're not going to die virgins today!"

Emma looked at him baffled. He blushed, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly,

"Did you just flirt?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think I've seen you flirt, even slightly, ever,"

"Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"Maybe,"

"Well… You better work on that idea, cause we will die virgins like this!"

"On it!"

He ruffled through his backpack and pulled a small sleek black USB. He ran to the door and plugged it in,

"I guess we're going to see if the decryptor works, huh?" He said,

"Have you tested it?" Emma asked,

"Haven't had a chance yet," he replied sheepishly,

"Great, our survival depends on if your hacking skills are up to par," Emma groaned,

After about a minute filled with suspense, it ejected itself, and Darcy smirked before pushing a small button on its back.

From the USB, a smaller USB ejected itself, "What does that do?"

He pulled his phone out of his backpack and plugged the smaller USB in.

"It's called a micro-USB, and the only type of external drive that can fit into this phone."

Four green numbers appeared on his phone.

"Yes!" He cheered,

"Hurry!" Emma squealed,

The fire was about 7cm from them, and it was extremely hot and hard to breathe in the small space.

He punched in the numbers and the door opened.

They both dashed in and shut the door behind them.

"Thank god it's metal. It won't get through, hopefully anyway,"

"What do you mean hopefully?"

"Magical fire, who knows?"

Emma sighed and shook her head.

They walked in and were amazed.

Desks were still strewn everywhere, a noticeable layer of dust on them. Cobwebs littered the corners of the room.

"Oh yeah! Let's explore!"

Darcy ran around like a kid getting Christmas presents, looking for anything interesting.

Emma sighed and smiled as she sat down on a nearby dust covered bench.

"Holy shit! Look at this! Isn't this a PRX Slim? These are like Mum and Dad's time, they're really rare!"

Emma's eyes widened as she looked at the console, it was indeed a PRX Slim. They've been discontinued for years, and she distinctly remembered her Mum being upset about how old one had broken a few years ago.

Darcy was searching nearby drawers for some games to play.

"There are joypads in the drawer, but there are no games. What about inside the console?"

"I really doubt there is- holy shit, is that what I think that is?"

Darcy was holding a disc, it read 'Ultimate Mecha Strike 5 – Creator's Edition'

"Mecha Strike 5 is already valuable on its own, but the creator's edition? This is easily worth thousands, probably more!" Darcy gushed,

"Put the baby in, I'll kick your ass!" Emma smirked,

"Nah, it is I that will kick your ass!"

"Challenge Accepted!"

After a tediously long loading time, the battles began, and they were evenly matched. Emma recklessness in some strategies matched Darcy's calculated strategies and cool tact.

After an hour of fun and challenging battles, Emma's phone rung. It read 'Mum'

"Hey, Mum! What's going on?"

"Oh thank god! You're alright, Ferfoo has been defeated for about half an hour, and I was starting to get worried, are you going to be home soon?"

"Yeah, I'll be there soon. Hey Mum, guess what Darcy and I- "

Darcy was making the universal 'don't tell her' gesture.

"Oh, never mind. Hey, can Darcy sleep over tonight?"

"Of course, sweetie! You know how much your Dad loves him,"

"Thanks, see you soon,"

She hung up and turned to Darcy,

"Why shouldn't we tell her? She'd love playing the original Mecha Strike, especially the Creator's Edition!"

"Because this can be like our Bat-Cave! This can be like our secret place!"

"I guess so, that would be cool. Anyway, I asked Mum, you're having a sleepover at our place. No more babysitters for you tonight,"

"Oh thank you so you so much Emma!" He instantly hugged her and they both went beet-red.

Author's Note: So I was browsing my old fanfic files, and I found some story ideas that were lost to the folders of various fanfics. I especially liked this one, so I modified it and started to write it. (Even though, I should probably be doing other stories…)

I'd like to see what you guys think of this story, (it's going to be a three-shot) so please review!

MiraculousDuels Out!