...Don't judge me. Blame Kristine Angela Booth for the fact this crossover exists. Okay, I claim some ownership because I wrote it. But she dragged me into the Miraculous fandom, so it's her fault too. :P And then Project Soul decided to obliterate what was left of my social life, so they released Soul Calibur VI in October of last year. But you know what? I did my waiting. Six years of it. In Azkaban. And I have basically binge played since release day. So what happens when I'm a fan of Miraculous and Soul Calibur?

Miraculous Soul happens. If you love both, you might enjoy this. If you love one and hadn't heard of the other, I hope you enjoy regardless.

Chapter one...FIGHT.

4/10/19: Aw man, I thought I was getting better at this! Miraculous is (C) Thomas Astruc, and Soul Calibur belongs to Namco and Project Soul. Okay! NOW you can read. XD

Chapter One

Transcending History

The hatch to the roof of Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie flew open. Marinette's arms shot upward, and she pulled herself onto the roof. She shut the door behind her and walked to the railing, resting her arms on it and staring out at the city before her. As interesting as the homework Ms. Bustier gave her class today was, fresh air was definitely in order.

She must have seen this view a thousand times, but every single time, the stained glass of Notre Dame sparkling under the twilight sun, and the river below glimmering like incandescent diamonds took her breath away. The wind had come through, delicately cutting through the air and rustling the leaves in the trees. It caught Marinette's dark hair as well, playing with it. The girl closed her eyes, craning her head towards the sun, and took in a crisp breath that seemed to renew her.

"Mm. Such a nice breeze," Marinette sighed.

Lowering her head, she opened her eyes and continued to watch the streets below, flocked with people walking about, enjoying this day.

"Tikki?" she asked.

Her red kwami zoomed right next to her face.

"What is it, Marinette?" Tikki asked.

"Have any of the Ladybugs ever revealed their identities?" she asked.

Tikki shook her head. "That's a cardinal rule that cannot be broken," she replied. "Why?"

Marinette's eyes widened and she held up her hands defensively. "No, no, I-I'm not even thinking about that! It's just…" She sighed. "That holy warrior from the poem Ms. Bustier wanted us to read. She's just like me. A baker's daughter chosen by Hephaestus to conquer this great evil. I just wonder...what did people think of her?"

Tikki floated in front of her chosen. "Are you wondering what the people would think if they knew who their savior was?"

Marinette quirked a smile. "You know me like the back of your hand." She gazed back out into the city. "They think of Ladybug as this...I don't know, hardcore superhero, but she's just a baker's daughter. And a totally awkward klutz." Her voice dropped slightly as she thought of all the times she couldn't get a coherent sentence out to Adrien, and the times she tripped over herself trying to go somewhere or do something.

"Marinette, you have to remember, I've watched over thousands of Ladybugs," Tikki said, floating beside her once more. "I mean it when I say they're all different. Each one of them came from a different walk of life. Just because this warrior was able to defeat that evil doesn't make you any less of a hero. And the fact she started out as a baker's daughter didn't change that either. Both of you had to prove your worth. That's why you were chosen in the first place."

Marinette smiled in response. "Thanks, Tikki. I just hope that, someday, Chat Noir and I can defeat Hawk Moth like she did with...whatever that was."

"We will, Marinette. With the way things go every time there's an akuma, that day may come sooner than you think."

Tikki had a knack for lifting Marinette's spirits, even over the pettiest of issues. Though Marinette did have hope that day would eventually come, her kwami occasionally needed to keep that above the dark waters of doubt. Even then, Marinette couldn't help but wonder if there really was someone else better qualified for the job.

Maybe that warrior felt the same way, the logical part of her mind whispered.

"One of those Ladybugs didn't happen to be a holy warrior, did they?" Marinette asked.

Tikki shook her head. "I remember every single one of them. I never had to work with a holy warrior."

"E-every single Ladybug?" Marinette's jaw dropped. Tikki nodded, affirming her exclamation. "That's... a lot of Ladybugs."

Tikki smiled. "And it was an honor to be their kwami every time."

Before Marinette's mind could wonder about the thousands of Ladybugs before her, her blazer pocket buzzed. Jolted out of her thoughts, her hand zoomed into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped the answer button and held it up to her ear. "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie," Sabine greeted. "I just finished the supply run. I'll be home shortly."

"Okay, great!"

"And you're ready for tonight?"

Marinette blinked, bemused. "Tonight?"

"Nadja's covering an antique weapons auction at Le Grand Paris," Sabine explained. "You're babysitting Manon."

"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Marinette awkwardly reassured. That's tonight!?

"Great. Nadja's on her way with Manon. See you in a few. Love you!"

"Love you, too." Marinette ended the call. Right as she put her phone back, her hands flew to her head, a panicked squeak slipping through her teeth. "That auction is tonight!?"

"At least you don't have to appear on live television while you're supposed to be babysitting," Tikki quipped.

Marinette groaned. "I better get my stuff in safe places so Manon doesn't get to it all."

"Remember," Tikki added. "she can't be as bad as the great evil that holy warrior had to fight."

Marinette's frustration cracked, and a laugh bubbled through her lips. "Good point."

Adrien was used to his father casting him aside unless he deviated from his activities or did something that he didn't approve of. But what was so special about an antique weapons auction that the world-renowned Gabriel Agreste was blocking off a whole evening just to attend from the comfort of his home?

That question haunted Adrien throughout another dinner alone. Once he finished and confirmed with Nathalie that she would be attending the auction in his father's stead, the boy sauntered out of the dining hall, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Five fifty-seven," Adrien said to himself. "That auction's starting any minute."

He all but power walked to his room. Once he slipped past his door, he ran to the couch, leaped over onto the seat cushions, and grabbed the remote. He quickly switched on the large television.

"This is Nadja Chamack, coming to you live at Le Grand Paris for its first Histoire Transcendent Weapons Auction! Taking place inside the hotel's grand ballroom, thousands of citizens will be bidding on a collection of select weapons recovered across the world!"

"Why bother with swords when you can have a cheese auction?" Plagg floated into Adrien's view. True to the kwami, he was holding a slice of Camembert almost as big as his head. Adrien rolled his eyes, not daring to imagine the conglomerate of odors that would result from all that ancient cheese, as the camera crew followed Nadja into the grand ballroom.

He hadn't seen the room much in the times he had been there, but it certainly lived up to its name. The floor was made of marble, and the walls alternated between white and red with decorative accents. Above the massive crowd, who were seated in red, plush seats, was a chandelier that looked like crystals showering in from the ceiling, the iridescence giving the room a majestic glow. As the cameras panned over the attendees, Adrien didn't recognize many faces, except for Nathalie standing towards the front, who had a tablet turned outward so his father could see.

"I don't get it, Plagg," Adrien said. "I know we've got some ancestry to a noble family who was unmatched with the rapier. But does he care enough to try and get one of those weapons back?"

"What's your father gonna do with one of those?" Plagg asked.

"My point exactly," Adrien affirmed.

Just then, the cameras cut to Alec Cataldi as he stepped onto a platform on the other end of the ballroom, his enthusiasm blazing around him.

"Welcome to the Histoire Transcendent Weapons Auction! Tonight, we have some weapons unburied from several historical locations from across the globe! We've got a lot of amazing ones to go through, so let's bring out the first item!"

Alec threw his left arm out and a blonde woman (unmistakably a member of the hotel staff), stepped onto the platform, positioning herself just five feet from the man. Facing him, she held up the first weapon to be sold: a rapier unlike anything Adrien had seen in his life. Upright, the blade itself could have reached his knee. It was mounted on a scarlet handguard with silver filigree, and the sword as a whole commanded an elegance that rivaled Ladybug's.

Hmm...the hilt only goes down one side? Adrien observed. When he glanced over at Pagg, the cheese wedge was in his mouth, but his eyes were as wide as whole Camembert wheels.

"Plagg?" Adrien asked.

"This rapier was recovered within France itself," Alec explained. "Extensive research was conducted, and they found that this rapier was in the possession of a family of nobles from - wait for it - Rouen! Records indicate this sword is called Flambert."

A few audience members began whispering among themselves. When the camera panned to Nathalie, Adrien caught his father's face on her tablet, and he noticed a single eyebrow raised.

"Flambert, sounds familiar," Adrien mused aloud. "Plagg, are you okay?"

Plagg jolted as if his chosen had slapped his back. "Uh, yeah! Don't mind me, I'll just go back to my cheese."

Adrien shot a look at him as Alec called out for the first bid. A numbered sign flew up immediately, and it was followed by several others. Even Nathalie raised hers occasionally, and the price of Flambert skyrocketed within minutes, and it just climbed higher and higher. Eventually, the bidding lulled to a crawl when the price broke the $6,000 range. Only Gabriel and one other man were fighting for the weapon at this point.

"Six thousand, have I got seven thousand, seven thousand!?" Alec called.

It had been Gabriel who put six thousand dollars down for Flambert. At first, Adrien was confident that his father was going to bring it home, but then the other man shot his sign back up.

"Seven thousand!" Alec boomed. "Eight thousand, have I got eight thousand!?"

As Alec kept calling out for the eight thousand dollar bid, Nathalie peered down at the tablet. After a moment, much to Adrien's surprise, Gabriel shook his head.

"Going once for eight thousand, twice for twelve thousand, SOLD for eight thousand dollars to number 1127!" Alec shouted.

The employee stepped down and walked towards a door behind the platform. A moment later, another employee - a brunette man - emerged, but there was a different weapon in his hands. Adrien didn't quite know what to make of this one. It looked like a hula hoop with two rings. The outer ring was forged in brilliant silver, three blades that resembled wings giving it its sharp edge. But the inner ring was a pasticcio of bright colors, hearkening Adrien to the stained glass windows of Notre Dame.

The boy cocked his head. Alec described it as a ring blade. Adrien would have described it as something only the Lucky Charm could have come up with.

A flurry of signs arose once more, with more people in a furious frenzy to land the bid that would grant them this piece. "Going once at seventy-five thousand, twice at seventy-five thousand - SOLD at seventy-five thousand to number 615!"

The camera cut to the buyer and Adrien immediately recognized Mr. Kubdel, who smiled graciously at his victory. This weapon definitely would be a gorgeous addition to the Louvre. Adrien couldn't deny it - he wished he could see what it looked like in action, with the sunlight hitting it. All that color whirling around the battlefield...he could easily see some kind of dancer holding it.

"Next weapon!" Alec called.

The stained glass hula hoop was taken away. The blonde employee that handled Flambert returned to the platform as her co-worker exited. This time, the sword in her hands was massive, probably close to Gabriel's height. The blade only looked like it was half its original size; Adrien could see a jagged break down where the remaining blade remained. Still, he couldn't imagine being able to wrap his whole hand around what remained. The ballroom's red walls highlighted the vermillion tint around the edges of the blade, which gave the surrounding steel an unearthly aura.

Adrien wasn't sure why, but something about this sword felt...wrong.

"This bizarre sword was recovered from Ostrheinsburg Castle, just outside Germany," Alec said. "This sword may be broken, but don't let that fool you! It still can pack quite a punch. I wouldn't want to fight whoever wields this! Have I got a thousand, going for a thousand…"

Not many signs rose this time. Not surprising for a broken weapon. But then, the camera panned to Nathalie.

"Huh?" Adrien asked. "...How is a broken sword more valuable to Father than something from our family?"

"Five thousand!" Armand D'Argencourt shot out of his seat, holding his sign as high as he could.

"Five thousand, have I got six thousand, six thousand -"

"Ten thousand!"

Adrien's eyes practically bugged out of his head. So did the other attendees. Nathalie had called out the number, and her sign was held high, fierce determination in her eyes.

"What was that?" Alec called. "Ten thousand? ...O-Okay, ten thousand, looking around for eleven thousand, do I have eleven thousand?"

Adrien had no words. None. A couple thousand was one thing. Ten? On a mangled weapon like this?

"Going once for ten thousand! Twice for ten thousand!" Alec called out. "SOLD for ten thousand dollars to number 206!"

Nathalie looked as stoic as ever, as if she had only blown one dollar instead of ten thousand.

"That's a lot of money on a sword that wasn't able to stay intact over the years," Plagg chimed. "Your father is weird, kid."

"Yeah," Adrien concurred. He leaned back, crossing his arms and trying to think. "What about that sword is so important that Father let a family possession get away?"

Plagg shrugged. "His loss. I'm gonna get some more cheese."

That quip wasn't enough to satisfy Adrien, however. Where did Alec say that had come from again? Ost...Adrien lost it. All he could remember was that the sword had come from Germany.

Regardless, this was definitely something he wasn't going to leave his father alone about.

*wild laughter* That was SO much fun to write! The possibilities remain endless, so I'm looking forward to continuing on with this crossover. I hope you guys have as much fun as I am. :D

I thank the ever lovely Kristine Angela Booth for being my beta for this fic. Be sure to check out her Miraculous fic, The Chat's Out of the Bag. You'll be glad you did.

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