Hey everyone! New story time! What, what! I am calling this an AU because of how things are going to be set up, but most of the key elements are going to be involved throughout. I've just basically added a slightly different world view on things. Miraculous are still being used, as are holders, kwami's, and their powers. And OF COURSE our favorite characters are involved. How could they not be? I mean come on, I love these crazy oblivious kids who give me a heart attack episode after episode without remorse.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my spin on things and stay with me until the end!

Also I do not own the characters, just the plot! ^-^ Enjoy!

The Girl and the Black Cat

Her pace quickens. Chills race down her spine without warning. Her heart is racing in her chest. She doesn't want to panic, but her mind is reeling, running through all the worst of scenarios. The slight ominous glow from the moon shining high above her isn't helping. This isn't the first time she had left her part time job late, and it's not the first time she felt this uneasy walking home.

She turns a sudden corner, and her heart drops. She had walked straight into an empty dead-end alley.

"How lucky we seem to be boys." A lighthearted voice said mockingly.

She whipped around, taking an unconscious step back. She knew it. She had been followed.

Four, she counted to herself. Not good. Definitely not good.

"Wow, I like the one's with blue eyes, but those are the bluest I've ever seen. What do you think sir, let me have the first go?" The one in the blue mask with a white stripe over the left eye asked hungrily.

The one with the white upper half facemask smirked, "Not this time Scout." His white cat ears flicked slightly, "I've been watching this one for weeks. She," his smirk widened, "is mine."

The blue masked guy groaned disappointed as he crossed his arms, but the other two in full black facemasks simply laughed unconcerned.

White mask asked her in that same light-hearted voice as he took a single step towards her, "What do you say my dear? If you come willingly, I promise you won't be hurt. You can think of me as your personal shield." He held up his very sharp looking white-clawed hand to her, "I am even prepared to give you an offer you can't refuse."

She asked instantly, "Who are you?"

He dropped his hand, putting a fisted hand over his heart as he bowed slightly without ever taking his mint blue cat eyes off of her, "Deepest apologies my dear. My name is Chat Blanc. I am one of the Captains of the Akuma's."

Akuma.

She had heard of them, but in whispers. No one hardly dared to speak of them out loud in fear that an Akuma would come after them. They were supposedly some sort of gang, she guessed was the best word to describe them. What made people so afraid of them? They supposedly had magical powers.

Her voice was firm as she tried to hide her fear, "I don't know what you are trying to offer, Captain Blanc, but I am not interested."

She noticed something swing behind him. A tail. It was a white tail, swishing back and forth lazily. Blanc wasn't the least bit deterred, and his smile never faltered.

"Shame. I'm almost certain," he took another step towards her, "that you are the one who will complete me."

Her eyes widened as her back hit the far wall. She was trapped.

He warned her, "I don't want to hurt you my dear, so just come with me. Trust me, you can't refuse Hawkmoth. No one can."

She said it harder, "Watch me, mangy alley cat."

His eyes turned to blue ice and he lunged at her claws first.

An onyx shadow dropped in front of her, a silver baton glinting in the streetlight as he took the attack head on, holding Chat Blanc at bay.

Chat Blanc growled a threatening sound, "Noir."

"Blanc. The lady said no, so take a hike." The shadow in front of her said hard as he pushed Chat Blanc back easily. His voice softened, "Don't move from that spot."

She nodded even though he didn't turn to look at her. He went straight towards Chat Blanc, but the others weren't going to let their captain fight alone. She watched in half horror, half amazement, as the shadow fended off the Akuma's with what looked like ease.

She realized as the shadow knocked one of them back again that Blanc had stepped back. She understood his intent as the shadow had his back turned, "LOOK OUT!"

The shadow turned, Chat Blanc's slightly glowing claws raking through the shadow's side. The shadow groaned but didn't fall. "Cataclysm." Black lightning painted through with piercing green filled his hand as the word left him.

Blanc's smirk fell as his eyes widened in fear, "Scatter!"

The Akuma's fled in the blink of an eye, and the black lightning in the shadow's hand faded as he fell to his knee breathing heavily, "Damn it."

She moved instantly, rushing to his side and kneeling next to him asking shakily, "Oh my god, a-are you okay?"

He let out a soft laugh, "Yeah, yeah I'm all right. This is nothing." He inhaled sharply as a shot of pain tore through him, grabbing at his side as he told her, "Blanc's claws aren't as sharp as he likes to think."

Her hand automatically went towards his wound, but she pulled back, seeing how thick his black suit was and how deep the wounds still went. The black cat ears twitched as she let the small gasp escape unwillingly. He had cat ears, a black tail, and black claws, just like that Akuma.

His bright, piercing green eyes caught hers knowingly. His ears flattened against his wild blonde mane, and she could hear the sadness in his voice, "Sorry, I'm not a declawed cat. I'm not an Akuma either though, so you don't have to worry."

He smiled at her gently, "My name is Chat Noir. I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Are you all right? Do you know why they were coming after you?"

"Y-You're the one bleeding." She said shakily, her fear starting to catch up to her.

He smiled a little brighter, "Going to pointedly ignore my questions huh? I guess that's to be expected." He slowly stood, and she stood with him, seeing him off balance.

She put her hands on his chest and arm to keep him upright, wishing there was something she could do to help him. She put her hand over his wounds with him, hoping to help him keep pressure there.

This was all her fault, all because he had protected her.

There was a sudden tingling in the palm of her hand, and a soft red light appeared underneath. Chat Noir's eyes widened in shock at what the dark haired beauty was doing. Her eyes were focused on the wound, her face furrowed slightly in concentration, as the light got brighter.

Is she, one of us? – He asked himself shocked.

The red light began to fade as she smiled slightly. She moved her hand and he instantly looked down at the wounds from Blanc's claws.

They were completely healed.

He looked up, catching her deep bluebell eyes as he asked still in shock, "Who, who are you?"

Her eyes were closing as she swayed slightly, "No one."

He caught her on instinct as she passed out, his mind going wild.

The one night he caves and takes Viperion's patrol. The ONE night, and THIS has to happen. Why the hell did this always have to be his luck? The curse of the great Black Cat he supposed.

He lifted her up bridal style, whispering it to her softly, "Sorry about this."

He used his baton to vault them up into the air and back to the rooftops before heading back towards campus.

What Chat Noir didn't realize, was that this night was where his bad luck had turned for the better. This night, would be the one that changed everything.

…

Chat's tail flicked back and forth as he stood just outside of the infirmary doors. He sighed heavily, moving back and leaning against the wall instead as he crossed his arms. His foot started tapping and he groaned, pushing off from the wall and moving back towards the door.

Damn it.

Why the hell was this taking so long?

He leaned towards the door, his hearing on high alert as he tried to pick up on anything going on past the barrier.

Not that he could pick up more than the same frustratingly unclear whisper he'd only caught traces of for the past hour.

"Chat!" Two voices called out down the hall.

His head turned automatically, seeing Luka and Nino heading his way.

"Is it true dude? You brought an Unvaried into campus?" Nino asked instantly, adjusting his red cap.

Chat frowned, "You know I don't like that word. They are human, so are we."

Nino sighed knowingly, "Fine, did you actually bring a normal person here?"

Chat said it, glancing at Luka who already looked worried, "I don't think she's normal. I think she may be a holder."

They both stared wide-eyed in shock, and he told them before they could comment, some of his anger coming out, "Blanc was the one after her."

"Blanc?" Nino repeated shocked.

"You saw him?" Luka asked him concerned.

Chat simply nodded, touching his side, "Saw, and fought off him, and his akuma's."

Luka said it instantly, "I should have gone."

Chat smiled slightly, "It's fine. No harm done," he looked back towards the sealed door, "and maybe we'll get a new holder out of it. They were after her for a reason."

The door opened and Master Fu stepped out with a heavy sigh.

"Master, is she okay?" Chat asked worried.

"Is she one of us?" Nino asked at the same time.

Master Fu told them all calmly, "The magic she does have is extremely low. It reads as though she is a normal human."

"Then why would Blanc be after her? I'm telling you Master, this girl, she's different." Chat Noir said desperately, wanting his mentor to understand.

Master Fu smiled up at him, "I believe, that you believe that Chat Noir, but readings don't lie. She reads like a normal human."

"But Master," Chat tried again. It couldn't be true. He had seen the red light in her hand. The wound on his side was completely gone too. That wasn't something a normal person could do.

Master held up his hand to quiet him, "I'm sorry Chat Noir. She may stay until she wakes, but after that she must leave. "

Chat's ears flattened against his head, giving away how he was really feeling. These stupid ears couldn't keep his feelings a secret for anything.

Master told him knowingly, seeing the Black Cat's reaction, "I know, I know how you search. You will find her one day," Master put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "but don't see her in everyone you meet. More often than not, you'll face your heart ache all over again anew."

Chat nodded, his tail drooping, "Yes Master."

Master patted his shoulder before walking away with his hands resting gingerly behind his back.

Luka and Nino both were staring at him without judgment, genuinely concerned for their best friend.

He stopped them before they could try to make him feel better, "That wasn't why I brought her here."

Nino said it quickly, "We didn't say anything dude."

"You were going to." Chat responded just as quickly.

Luka told him gently, "You know the odds, better than all of us. A Ladyb-"

"Don't." Chat said hard, not wanting to hear their doubt because it would only add to his own, "I know she's out there. I can feel it. Our Miraculous are a set. One can't exist without the other."

"But only one can be born at a time. It's happened before." Luka reminded him anyways.

Chat said it disappointed, "I know."

"She'll show up when we need her." Nino said trying to make his best bro feel better anyways.

"Yeah." Chat muttered, moving towards the now unsealed door, "I'm going to wait for her to wake up and then, take her home I guess. She's already seen me so," he trailed off with a shrug. They were normally supposed to stay hidden, and not draw attention to themselves. It was too dangerous for normal people to know that Miraculous holders existed.

Chat walked into the infirmary doors with the guys behind him. Nino said it smirking as they approached the only occupied bed, "No wonder you were so disappointed."

Chat glared at him for the implication, but even Luka was nodding appreciatively, "She is very pretty."

Nino let out a small laugh, holding out a hand towards Luka as though his point had been successfully proven, "See?"

"I didn't notice." Chat said bored, flat out refusing to look at her now. He had more than just noticed, and Luka was wrong. She wasn't pretty.

She was beautiful.

He heard her shifting and told them, "She's coming to."

They gave him quick goodbyes and rushed out of the room before she could see them. If they had been suited up it wouldn't have mattered so much, but identities were important at Miraculous Dupont. Knowing the real identity of a holder was a sign of unwavering trust and loyalty. It wasn't something any holder took lightly.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before finally noticing him. Her voice came out groggy, "K-Kitty?"

He laughed softly. No one in their right mind would ever have the guts to try and call him that. But, he found that he didn't mind the name so much coming from her.

"Hello again purrincess." He said easily.

She groaned, sneering at him, "Ugh, please tell me you aren't one of those people."

He smirked, amused by her reaction to the pun, "I'm a Chat actually purrincess."

She sat up, her bluebell eyes narrowing at him, "Please stop calling me that. I'm not a princess."

He sobered instantly, "No one, is what you said earlier. I doubt that is your real name."

He waited, seeing the frown on her face as she stared down at her hands in silence. He said it knowing it was true, "You really aren't going to tell me your name."

"Is there a reason you need to know it?" She asked, pulling her legs over the edge of the bed.

He grinned, "Not really. I am more than happy with the name I've given you purrincess."

She groaned again as she stood, but asked as she looked around the infirmary hall, "Where am I? This doesn't look like a hospital."

"Oh, no it's not. This is my school. You passed out after you healed me." He told her like it was no big deal, wanting to see her reaction. He wanted to see if she had always known she had power, or if it had manifested as a reaction to being near another holder. He refused to believe she was normal. Master Fu had to be wrong.

He had to be.

When her eyes widened, he had his answer, "I-I didn't do anything."

He studied her carefully, seeing no deception in her innocent eyes, "You did, I don't know how, but you did. I thought you might be, one of us."

"One of what?" She asked quickly.

"A Miraculous holder." He said, leaning on the bedpost comfortably.

"A what?" She asked nearly shrieking.

He smiled, remembering his own instant disbelief when he found out he was a holder, on top of finding out that he was THE Black Cat too. It was a lot for his nine-year-old self to take in all at once.

"A Miraculous holder," he said again, "a human chosen to wield magic."

She blinked once, and then started laughing uncontrollably, "Okay, talking giant cats, I can write off as being tired. Magic, I must be more exhausted then I thought, but you think," she pointed at herself, "someone like me was CHOSEN?"

She started laughing again, "For sure I know I am dreaming now."

He waited in silence until she realized he wasn't joking.

"Come on kitty, you really expect me to believe that,"

"Cataclysm." He called lightly as he held out his hand, that same intense black lightning erupting again.

She squealed and jumped back, making him grin widely, "A liar, is something this Chat is not purrincess."

"Y-you have, i-in your hand, l-lightning,"

"Controlled Chaos, actually." He said shrugging, "That's the power of my Miraculous. Pure Destruction."

She immediately started to step back away from him and he let the power fade, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

He put his left arm up across his chest like a butler and bowed slightly, his eyes closing automatically, "I would never use my power on someone, please believe that if nothing else."

His eyes opened as he looked up at her seriously.

She nodded, forcing herself to take a step back towards him, "I, believe you."

He smiled, "Good." He stood tall and asked her again, hoping she would know, "Do you know why Blanc was after you?"

"No. I didn't even know people with power really existed." She admitted.

She saw the worry in his eyes behind the mask on his face. He tried to hide it with a smile, but she could tell that he was forcing it. She wasn't sure why she could pick up the difference so easily.

"Well, that's okay. I'll make sure you don't get any more unwanted visits from him." He said strongly.

"I'm nothing special. Why would he be after me at all? He said that he had been watching me for weeks."

He hummed, looking down, "He could probably sense the low level magic you had. An akuma is drawn to power. They collect it to make themselves stronger." He smiled up at her, "But you don't have to worry about that anymore. What little power you had you, unconsciously it seems, used to heal me. My Master said you read like a normal human now."

She felt herself relax slightly, ignoring that slight pang of disappointment that came with it.

She knew it. She knew that she couldn't be one of them. It was impossible.

Chat Noir's mere presence radiated strength and confidence.

Her?

She was used to being ignored, of blending into the background. She had accepted it a long time ago.

"So, does that mean I can go home now?" She asked.

"Yes," he bowed with that same move, his left arm going across his chest in the air, "I will be honored to be your escort this evening purrincess."

She rolled her eyes at his flirty charm as she moved towards the doors, "I can find my own way."

She had her hand on the handle when he told her, "The school is protected by a barrier. There is only one way in, and one way out."

She heard the smugness of his tone and sighed heavily before saying it, wounding her pride, "Please take me home kitty."

He chuckled, "As the purrincess commands."

They walked into the long empty hall, Chat turning right immediately. She stayed at his side, seeing large paintings adorning the hall, depicting what looked like battles. The people in the paintings were like Chat Noir, dressed as though they had merged with an animal.

He sneakily saw her trying to take in as much as he could and explained simply, "Those are the deeds of the past holder's through time."

"They all look, so fierce." She said in awe, finally stopping unknowingly at his personal favorite.

He saw the look of admiration on her face as she stared up at the duo. They were standing back to back alone, surrounded by a hundred Akuma's with nothing but confidence.

She seemed to realize it as she looked between him and the painting, "Is that, you?!"

He shook his head, "No, that is one of the previous holders of my miraculous of the Black Cat."

He stared at the beautiful blonde girl at the Black Cat's back in envy, and in longing.

"And, the girl?" She asked.

"Ladybug." He caressed the name, "Her," he pointed up to the red and black spotted heroine, "she is the last recorded Ladybug that has ever been born, over two hundred years ago."

"Wow. That's really, amazing." She saw the shadow in his eyes and asked slowly, "Is Ladybug, special or something?"

He nodded, "Very." He let out a heavy sigh, "But not every age of holders gets a Ladybug, or a Black Cat. It's a special occasion when both Miraculous are active."

"Why?" She asked curiously.

He simply smiled at the painting, "Because they are stronger together."

He only paused for a second before looking back at her with a smile, "I thought you wanted to go home princess?"

She nodded slowly, taking one more glance at the painting before following after him, asking another question, "Chat, why don't people know about holder's? If you are all keeping everyone safe from the Akuma's, wouldn't it be better for people to know you are out there?"

"People used to know about us, but it's not safe anymore. That's why we have to stay secret. You can find traces of holders throughout time though. Ancient Egypt, Norse Mythology, Greek Gods, things like that."

He stared forward with a small frown, "Things, started to shift one day. Humans didn't want to be protected anymore. They wanted the power for themselves. A lot of holder's lost their lives when people began to believe that killing a holder and taking their miraculous would transfer the power. It doesn't work that way though. Miraculous are handed down, but there is only ever one true holder for each miraculous in every age. These people are 'chosen', because they have traces of the Miraculous's magic already inside of them."

She asked curious, "Was it that way for you?"

He nodded, admitting it heavily, "Yeah, that was how Master found me. I sort of, destroyed, an entire park."

"You did what?!"

"I was nine, I had no idea what I had done until after Master explained things to me. It was a shock for me too." He explained, "Here we go."

They reached a large octangular, dead end room with no doors or windows. There was some sort of red symbol etched onto the black marble floor. The single alter at the very center held a simple glass orb.

Chat put his clawed hand over it, holding his other hand out for hers. She took his hand and he told her seriously, "Close your eyes please."

She closed her eyes and heard him say it, sadly it seemed, "Destruction comes at a price."

Even with her eyes closed, she could see some sort of green haze. Whatever light had erupted had to have been extremely bright.

"Okay, open up." Chat said lightly.

She opened her eyes, looking around in a little bit of shock. They were on a rooftop across from the Eiffel Tower.

"Oh wow." She whispered at the beautiful view.

He chuckled before asking, "Which way princess?"

She hesitated, "Uh, if you could just, let me down from here, I can walk on my own."

He said it more seriously, but tried to stay teasing, "I didn't think you would want to court another visit from Blanc so soon."

She froze in place. She hadn't thought about that. But, would that akuma really come after her again?

He leaned on his baton lazily, smirking when she realized what he meant, "And too, what sort of gentlemen would I be to let a beautiful young mademoiselle walk home unescorted?"

She sighed defeated, knowing he wasn't going away, "Do you know the TS Bakery?"

He nodded instantly, his ears perking up at the name, "Who doesn't? They have the best pastries in all of Paris, no contest." He was a little confused by the random question, "Why?"

She sighed again, "That's my parent's bakery. We live in the house connected to it."

His eyes brightened in joy, "Really? That's awesome! So you get to test everything before they sell it?" He put a hand over his heart, "Ugh, how their passion fruit macarons fill my heart. I swear I can eat two dozen by myself easy without trying. You are so lucky!"

"You are easily excited, aren't you?" She said slightly amused by how much genuine joy there was in his beautifully bright green eyes.

Wait. What was she saying? She shook her head to herself. It wasn't like she hadn't noticed how extremely handsome he was, even with the cat eyes, ears, and tail.

She scolded herself, - 'Don't do this to yourself Marinette. Someone like him doesn't belong with some nobody like you.'

He put his hand to the back of his neck, "Maybe, just a little. I really like that place." He was smiling sheepishly, "Come on, let's get you home."

He lifted her up bridal style, despite her blushing protests. He carried her all the way to the bakery and she told him as they got closer, "That balcony there. You can drop me off there."

He nodded and closed the distance, landing on the thin railing with ease before jumping down onto the balcony deck.

Setting her down, the cool night air felt colder in the absence of her warmth, and he found himself wanting to move closer to her.

"Really though, you don't have to worry about Blanc anymore." He told her gently, "I'll make sure you stay safe."

She said it with a small smile, "You're the one who got hurt."

"I'd rather it be me then you, every time." He said with that flirty smile.

She rolled her eyes with a groan, which only solicited another one of those soft chuckles she had heard before. She wondered just how many hearts he had broken with that flirtatious charm.

He, on the other hand, was kind of enjoying the fact that she wasn't treating him the way most people did. She was treating him as though he was the same as everyone else. It was a nice change. He wished more people besides his very few friends treated him this way.

He jumped up on the railing again, saying it smiling, "Well I guess my job is done. Sleep well my beautiful purrincess, I'll see you around."

"Let's hope not." She said instantly, knowing that if he was around it was no doubt because something magical was going on, "Besides, aren't holder's supposed to be a secret?" She asked in the same breath.

"True." He said as she walked up to the railing. He leaned closer to her, mischief in his eyes, "But I did say that I would see you," he winked, "not that you would see me."

She pursed her lips and put a single finger to his nose, pushing him back away from her, "A magical stalker, nice."

He put his hand over his heart dramatically, it was too easy to be himself with her, "You wound me purrincess. I would never encroach on a woman's sacred personal space unwanted."

She let her earlier thought come out as she leaned forward on the railing next to where he was perched like the cat he seemed to embody, "You must have all the girls falling for you with lines like those."

He grinned, "Is it working?"

She grinned right back, "Never."

He didn't look the least bit offended, but rather smug as he held her eyes, "I'll get you to fall for me one day purrincess."

"You go ahead and hold your breath while you wait." She said, teasing him easily.

"Oh," he said happily, "the princess has jokes. Now I'm feline even more intrigued." He admitted.

She stared out into the night, saying it softly with a small twinge in her heart, knowing it was true, "Don't worry, you'll forget about me soon enough."

The smile on his face fell as he stared at her. She took the silence as a chance to tell him, "Thank you Chat Noir, for saving me earlier, and for bringing me home."

"You're welcome princess." His smile was more genuine this time, "It was my honor." He bowed to her in that weird way again, where his left arm went up like a butler in the air across his chest. Something on him beeped and he pulled out the silver baton that was hooked onto a strap on his lower back. The green paw print at the top was flashing, and he opened it like a cell phone, "Hey."

He mouthed her an apology but she shook her head.

"No," he said firmly, "Don't do anything. Wait for me, I'll be there in ten." He hung up with a frown, telling her sadly, "I have to go. Good night purrincess." She saw him tense to jump and caved at the last second like the weakling she was.

"Marinette." She said, watching him stumble forward slightly before looking back at her.

"My name is Marinette." She clarified.

His eyes sparkled, his smile brighter than the sun, "Good night, Marinette."

Her heart did a small flip, "Good night Kitty."

He let himself fall back off of the railing and she leaned over quickly, watching him shooting back up into the air with his baton.

She shook her head, "Show off." She whispered as he landed on the roof across from her balcony with practiced precision.

She smiled as his silhouette disappeared.

She could have sworn she had heard him chuckle again.

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