Longer Summary

The Pegasus Miraculous is the Miraculous for Balance. It's Kwami, Scaale, name's his own Chosen. Namely, the half-German, half-French, new student, Estelle Celine Doux, who also happens to be Chloé's cousin (André's little sister's only daughter).

Now then, it's been two years since Ladybug and Chat Noir first appeared in Paris and Marinette and co. are all entering their final year at Collège Françoise Dupont. The main gang all apply, and get into, Saint Lambert Lycée.

Before that though, there's Akumas to battle, a villain to defeat, and a new hero that has to learn to train and trust as much as her teammates do... Is she up for the challange, or will a certain student keep distracting her? Because, not only has she just moved to a new country, and is starting at a new school. She's also living with the mayor, helping out at the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, continuing her gymnastics, Chinese, piano and basketball training, learning about her new powers as Yiang, trying to come to terms with her Kwami, Scaale, continually trying to escape an annoyingly persistent modelling agent, keeping more than a handful of secrets to herself, without appearing suspicious, and dealing with being a hormonal teenager with a massive crush.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Prologue

Kwamis

Master Fu awoke in the dead of night. A shiver of anticipation wracking his old bones out of their weary state.

'So… It is finally time then.' He mused, seeing the contained light show play with the shadow of his old record player, in the room next to his.

"Getting up slowly, mindful of his creaking joints, the old man grabbed his cane and made his way to unveil his biggest secret.

"Master! Master!" Wayzz almost collided with his master in his fervid state.

"Master, He is waking up, and He seems anxious to get out." For a flustered Kwami, Wayzz sure made a fast recovery from his earlier state.

Master Fu's only response was a sombre nod.

Fu knew the meaning behind His awakening only too well.

He'd only awakened less than a handful of times before, and each time had indicated a dire situation that needed solving.

Moving over to the recorder, Fu pressed in the two dragon eyes, unveiling a secret key pad, on which he typed the password that revealed the miraculous chest, hidden within his most prized possession.

Almost the second Master Fu opened the chest did the yin yang symbol of the, currently empty, ladybug and cat miraculouses, slide apart to reveal a secret compartment.

A white hair clip, glowing with confined power, resting within it.

At the first breath of fresh air, the hair clip took to the air.

Flying out of the antiques shop with a sole purpose and single destination.

The release complete, Master Fu knew he wouldn't know His chosen until all three miraculous holders sought him out.

Making his record player appear normal again, Master Fu returned to bed, settling down to sleep.

Even Wayzz missed the slight widening of his master's eyes as the clip had swirled with its black and white colours.

In all the records Fu had gathered and read about the Pegasus Miraculous, including the one he himself had witnessed, every chosen had been male.

But the clip had swirled black.

The Yin counter-part was present.

A symbol for negativity, passiveness and femininity. The female gender.
This would be an even more memorable awakening than most, if the Pegasus Kwami, Scaale, had finally found a female that matched his powers.

Fu decided that dwelling thoughts would get him nowhere. He had the shop to run tomorrow, and the miraculous holders would seek him out when the time came.

His patience would not start failing him after 150 years of waiting for His next awakening, and with that thought in mind, Master Fu went back to sleep.

-o-

Meanwhile… Outside of the Paris Gare du Nord, inside a black limousine, a young chauffeur was becoming increasingly nervous.

'She should've been here by now. It's been nearly an hour since her train was supposed to arrive. Oh, if I lose her before even meeting her Monsieur Bourgeois will be sure to fire me.' Ever more frantic, his thoughts swirled in his mind.

Then, the shadows moved, and Chauffeur Poivron didn't bother concealing his sigh of relief as the bodyguard, Timeo, escorted his new charge across the streets that separated them from the vehicle.

It was a late autumn night, the wind whistled around the car causing creases to ripple across the clothing of anyone outside at the time.

They were lucky it wasn't raining, though it was supposed to start in the next few days...
Maybe even in the next few hours, if the filtering light of the moon was anything to go by, the clouds sweeping trails of blurry stars behind them.

Remembering his manners, not to mention position, Ethan Poivron popped the boot and exited the limousine.

Opening the trunk for Timeo to put Mademoiselle Doux's luggage in, before hurrying to the passenger door, and helping the young lady into the warm safety of the limo.

Her quiet "Merci beaucoup" warming Poivron's heart as he sat back down in the driver seat, and proceeded to navigate the streets back to La Grande Paris hotel.

The soft sound of the sliding compartment, that separated the front from the back of the limo, alerted Chauffeur Poivron of a coming command.

It was, understandably, a pleasant surprise, when, instead of an order, the timid teen asked if it would be possible to detour past the Sacré Cœur Church.

An inspirational sight as much so during the day as it was at night, the young Mademoiselle explained with eyes that shone with excitement and tiredness alike, when they finally arrived at their destination.

Timeo grabbed the youth's bags from the trunk, and proceeded to escort her to her new room, the Princess Suite, on the 2nd highest floor of La Grande Paris hotel.

Once safely in her room, the key placed on a desk, most likely intended for her studies, that was already equipped with a state-of-the-art desktop computer and keyboard, writing books, pens, a calculator, and what looked to be the text books for the new school year, Mademoiselle Doux was thoroughly exhausted.

Thanking Timeo for his patience, and apologising for her late arrival, an emergency aboard the train had delayed her by a good hour, she bade the bodyguard good night, changed and went to bed, the hourly chime of the bells of Notre Dame ringing through the city accompanying her.

By the time a certain black clip rimmed with white dots had nestled itself in her hair, keeping her hair partially out of her face, Celine Doux was fast asleep…

Stretching leisurely, the youth opened her eyes to streaks of sunlight streaming into her room, from the balcony doors.

'Must've forgotten to close the curtains last night.' Celine's sleep-muddled brain supplied, as said girl raised a hand in front of her mouth as she yawned.

Some of her ladylike training having been drilled into her since she could crawl, so a lot of things had become second nature to her.

Sitting up in the soft, queen-sized bed, Celine gently rubbed her eyes, pulled the creases out of the sheets, folded the blanket and plumped the pillows, before getting up and making her way to the en suite bathroom.

After a refreshing shower, Celine opened her balcony doors to a chilly breeze, shivered, and promptly closed them again.

Remembering the weather forecast from the train, and now aware of the temperature outside, Celine decided to risk a skirt.

Once she'd selected her outfit from her suitcase, Celine gave herself a once-over in the floor length mirror in her room.

Nodding her approval of the white skirt trimmed with black, the white singlet, jeans jacket, cream coloured stockings, brown flats and matching brown belt around her middle.

Satisfied, she's about to leave her room, when something else catches her eye in the mirror.

A hair clip.

Simple, practical and elegant, with a shiny black button, rimmed with spots of white, on a matt, black clip.
But, which she had, most definitely, NOT been wearing the day before.

Since it didn't look all that bad, and a quick brush of her hair wouldn't necessarily affect her side bangs, she decided to leave it in for the day.

Barely chancing a glance at the clock hanging on the wall opposite her bed, Celine grabbed her key and purse, and rushed down to breakfast with her uncle and cousin.

She made it to the restaurant area with five minutes to spare.
Taking one of those minutes to catch her breath, Celine entered the restaurant, and felt herself smiling as she saw her uncle and cousin only just being seated.

Her uncle saw her first, since he always sat facing the door, but heeded her shushing motion with an amused spark in his eyes.

Celine finally made it to her cousin, and, with bated breath, covered her eyes with her hands and greeted her quietly;

"Bonjour Chloé."

It surprised a squeak out of her cousin, but, when Celine removed her hands and moved into her line of vision, Chloé's usual sneer greeted her.

"Celine." The hushed voice carried a dark promise of later punishment that had Celine's timid smile change into a full-blown grin instantly.

"Nice to see you too, Mademoiselle." Celine supplied with a mock curtsey, Chloé had since stood to give her younger cousin a proper greeting.

"Yeah, yeah, Bonjour Celine. How was the trip?" Chloé asked, her voice somehow disinterested and warm at the same time, giving the customary two kisses greeting to her favourite, and only, cousin.

Celine returned them with a warm smile, moving to greet her uncle, before taking a seat between the two most important people of Paris. Though, Chloé never failed to preen that she was likely one of the most important people in the world.
Celine chuckled quietly at her own thoughts.

"Well, we had about an hour delay because a passenger suddenly collapsed, but it was otherwise quite a pleasant journey. Your Chauffeur, Poivron, was very polite and gentlemanly. Punctual too, even if I wasn't. And Timeo. Thank you so much for lending him to me Chloé. I would've been fine alone, but train stations at night are rather unnerving when you're by yourself. He was so helpf… "

Chloé cut her off.

"Ah ah ah ah. Timeo is YOUR new bodyguard, Celine. His brother, Hugo, is my bodyguard. So, there's really no reason to thank me. I even have Hugo accompany me when I go shopping. Crowds and thieves are such a disastrous combination…"

She trailed off, shuddering at the mental image she had painted herself.

"Oh…"

Glancing at Uncle André for confirmation. His nod her answer, Celine continued.

"Are you quite sure I need a bodyguard though? Late nights and official occasions aside, I believe I'm quite capable of conducting myself properly in the public eye."

She waited, knowing she'd just instigated one of Chloé's legendary lectures.

A snort of indignation signalled her intro.

"I'm well aware you're capable of conducting yourself properly in the public eye. So am I. The point of having a bodyguard isn't surveillance though, it's protection. And believe me, I've survived WAY too many kidnappings, some of which were prevented due to a bodyguard's presence, to take my position lightly.
YOU, may not be the Mayor's daughter. You ARE his only niece though. The fact that we look so similar also makes you an even more likely target. The decision is yours though, if you feel more comfortable on your own, I'll just have to reassign Timeo to me.
The two brothers are in a dual contract after all, such a troublesome legal bond, but they've proved themselves to be well worth it."

Celine was well aware that Chloé could have dragged that lecture out a whole lot longer, but the wait staff had arrived, and breakfast was an important meal.

Ordering a buttered croissant with raspberry jam and an orange juice, Celine leaned back to contemplate her options.

Surely it couldn't be so bad to be unprotected in broad daylight?

She'd heard all about Paris' superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, from Chloé, so that was another layer of insurance, but she'd only just moved to Paris from Freudenstadt, in Germany.
So maybe she should listen to her cousin's advice?

Halfway through her croissant, an idea came to her.

"…May I have a trial week?"

Chloé raised an eyebrow at her statement, clearly waiting for Celine to elaborate.

"Keep Timeo on my contract, but give me a week, a school week, to see how things pan out. Timeo can drop me off and pick me up, escorting me to and from my lessons, but NOT shadowing me during my free time. Then, I can decide if I think I need Timeo to protect me all the time, or just during the intervals."

Chloé gave her cousin a look that suggested she didn't understand why she wouldn't want a bodyguard 24/7, but left the decision to her father.

André sighed at his niece's stubbornness, so much like his sister, Lena.

"Very well, you always were so much like your mother. So long as Timeo escorts you to school, and to your after-school lessons, I'll give you the first school week to decide if you want him assigned only part time, or all the time."

And on that note, breakfast concluded.

Mayor Bourgeois had a press conference to attend, regarding the latest akuma attack, and many other duties to complete throughout the rest of the day.

Chloé also excused herself, planning to have a relaxing spa and beauty day before the start of the final school year at Collège.

Even though it was a Thursday morning, and school wasn't due to start again until Monday, but Celine knew better than to get between her cousin and her physical beauty. Especially, if it had something to do with her hair. So instead, Celine went back up to her room, locked the door, took a deep breath and clicked the hair clip open in front of her mirror.

In a flash of white light, a tiny, floating creature appeared at Celine's eye level.

"… And, she doesn't freak out. That's a new one. Hiya kid."

Was it's greeting, to which Celine replied, albeit a bit shakily;

"Bonjour, and you are…?"

The creature gave the youth a once over, only letting on how confused he was by her reaction with a slight crinkling between his brow.

"My name is Scaale. I'm…"

He was cut off by the girl's voice.

"YOU'RE a KWAMI!" Celine exclaims, quickly silencing herself when she realises just how disrespectful her shocked outburst must have seemed to the Kwami.

THAT sure gave the Kwami a shock.

"You know what I am?"

Celine nodded, somewhat abashedly, before elaborating at Scaale's, now slack, expression.

"You're the Pegasus Kwami of Balance that grants power to the superhero Yiang… and I'm a, uh, Dreamer. IF I ever dream, it predicts certain future events. So long as I don't involve myself in them, and thus, change what happens. I saw the clip glow when I opened it, and then you came out, and then there was a time skip to me, in a weird sort of suit. Well, it was me, but it also wasn't. I can't really explain it very well." She finished somewhat uncertainly.

Meanwhile, the Kwami was pacing the air, quietly muttering to himself.

He was strange, to say the least.

A miniature Pegasus, but with somewhat morphed arms, legs, hands and feet, so he looked partially human.

He looked to be covered by a very fine fur of silvery white, his mane and tail a stark black contrast.

The horse ears atop his head flicking annoyance at any sound they picked up on. His face was also more human than horse.

Big eyes, slightly squished nose, and practically human mouth.

The tiny, feathered wings on his back looked to be more of an accessory than a practical attribute to his being, considering they weren't flapping to keep him airborne.

The wings were white, but with a black dot in the middle of each, like a double Yang, rather than the normal Yin Yang.

She was jolted out of her musings by, hovering incredibly close to the eyes that had been unfocused only a few moments earlier.

Eyes that looked like dual oceans of deep blue, locked with shimmering rainbows, and Celine couldn't help uttering a startled yelp and taking a couple of quick steps backwards, since ladies didn't stumble, at both the proximity of the Kwami and the oddity of his eyes.

Like two opals that glinted different colours depending on the angle at which the light hit them, his eyes were a contradictory statement to the rest of the monochrome colour scheme that his appearance seemed to follow.

"Typical of me to choose a Seer as my first girl, halves all the fun of surprises… Oh well. So, kid, you want to see what Yiang looks like in uniform, or not?"

Fixing him with what she hoped was a killer stare, Celine regathered her scattered wits and gave her reply.

"Would it be terribly impolite if I asked for the textbook version of the transformation, before undergoing the action itself?
Considering both my dream, and what I already know about Paris, the point of my transformation would be to fight akuma, which Ladybug and Chat Noir seem to have handled quite well without me these past two years.
So, if I'm supposed to help them, which I suspect the case to be, since you're here, I'd probably be more of a hindrance without a bit of background knowledge and training."

Scaale could only shake his head. She was smart, but it was one of the main reasons he'd always had male partners in the past.

They didn't overthink things, and weren't hesitant to learn when already on the battlefield.

Something had called him to this girl though.
So, he'd follow his instincts with this one, as he had with all the others, and he'd hope for the best possible outcome at the end of it all.

"Suit yourself kid, just remember to keep a packet of nuts in your pocket or something.
Using my power requires energy, and I have to eat like any other living being.
Other than that, I'd say we schedule your first lesson for this evening. The weather's not going to stay this nice much longer, and I'm sure you'll want to explore your new surroundings, or something.
So, call me if you need me."

And with that, the Pegasus Kwami dove into her open purse and settled into the felt side pocket with a contented sigh.

Celine stares at her bag for a few seconds before smiling softly and accepting the deal.

Next, she grabs her hair brush to get rid of any new knots, and going through her shorter side bangs. The pale, golden blonde hair fell straight down her back, though it curled into ringlets at the tips. Bouncing around her waist in a fashion that offset her curves beautifully.

At fourteen, Celine was still far from an adult. Add to that that she came from a family of late bloomers, and Celine knew she was lucky to be as curvy as she currently was.

Deciding to follow Scaale's advice, Celine slid the clip back into her hair, but left her side bangs open to fall down to about the mid-point of her neck, though they already started curling at chin length, and pulled her hair into a bun.

Depositing her wallet, the room key and a packet of the hotel's complementary nuts in her bag, she made her way down to the hotel's lobby.

Excited beyond words as to what her first day in Paris would have in store for her.

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Only a few minutes earlier, Tikki had stiffened when she'd recognised His presence.

Abandoning her half-eaten cookie to draw Marinette's attention from her designs, to herself.

"What's wrong, Tikki?" The bluenette asked her little friend worriedly.

She didn't sense an akuma, but Tikki's unease had her nerves on edge. The floating Ladybug seemed to catch up to herself, froze for a moment, then replied;

"Oh. Hehe. Nothing overly important… Just, wondering what you're working on." Tikki floundered, covering for herself quickly.

And though Marinette gave her a sceptical look, she let Tikki see her latest Fall designs, describing every one in detail until she was, once again, immersed in her work.

'Phew, that was close.' Tikki thought worriedly.

She knew she wasn't allowed to alert her chosen when another Kwami awakened.

But, it was just that, the Kwami that HAD awakened meant that things were going to get a whole lot more difficult.

'And Scaale always has a strong connection with male chosen. Oh, my nerves are going to FRY if I have to put up with both Plagg AND Scaale's chosen together!' Tikki's thoughts made her grimace.

She loved her friends, honestly, but they knew EXACTLY how to get under her skin.

And they usually managed it without even trying.

'Plagg's going to throw a party when he senses Him.' Tikki thinks, smiling slightly and shaking her head, unaware of how close to the truth she'd struck with that thought…

-o-

In Adrian's room, said boy was having a hard time keeping up with his suddenly energized Kwami.

"Woohoo!"

Plagg was on cloud seven, cloud nine reserved solely for all things related to cheese and camembert.

Whizzing about his chosen's room as though he'd had a load of sugar for lunch.

"Plagg." Adrian's mirthful voice finally broke through Plagg's revere, and had the black cat float down to Adrian's eye-level, still buzzing with excitement, but now able to control himself a little better.

"Merci. Now. What the HELL has gotten into you!?" Adrian asks, as curious as he is currently annoyed at his miniature companion.

"Hmm?" Plagg tries for an innocent evasion, but quickly realises he'll have to try harder to get out of this one.

"Oh. That." His eyes light up gleefully, both at Adrian's exasperated expression, and the remembrance of what he'd sensed not a few moments earlier.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. I just realised that my camembert order is scheduled to come in, in the next few minutes."

Oh, how his words caused Adrian's eyes to widen.

Plagg had to physically keep himself from bursting out laughing when his chosen rushed to his windows, just in time to see a truck pulling away from his drive way.

Leaving behind a box clearly marked with one of the most expensive cheese labels in the country.

The price didn't matter to the boy, Plagg knew, it was the smell that got to the kid, and by the time he'd turned around to pout at Plagg, a defeated, but still angry glint in his eyes, Plagg's thought trail had him laughing mercilessly.

"Y-yo-your f-f-fa-ace!" He spluttered, giving up on any coherent words when his laughter burst forth again.

He'd probably have a stomach ache later, but oh, it was so worth it.

Adrian merely huffed this time. No longer in the mood for whatever game Plagg had been playing with him.

The destructive Kwami waited until his chosen was busy reading the Ladyblog, before allowing his thoughts to wander, and a tiny, fanged smile to split his face.

Scaale was back!

That meant chaos, which meant destruction, which meant a stronger Chat Noir.

Most importantly though, it meant double trouble for Tikki!

Plagg had to swallow a chortle as he imagined her horror-stricken expression when she'd felt Scaale's presence.

The two of them were an awesome team, and frequently annoying the tiny Ladybug, enough to get a rise out of her, was as fear-inspiring as it was fun!

Not to mention that Ladybug herself was going to have an absolute BLAST having to deal with a pun-loving Yiang, and a gleefully jealous Chat Noir.

Now the only question that remained… When to tell Adrian about his new rival?

Scaale would undoubtedly contact the two Kwamis when he felt his chosen was ready, but where was the fun in a planned encounter?

Especially when all things Ladybug and Adrien gave Plagg the perfect opportunity to wreak his trademark havoc, get a laugh out of the situation, and hence help Tikki with her matchmaking, even if it was by way of aversion.

Not that Plagg would ever admit it openly, of course. He still had his pride, and camembert!

-o-

Several hours later, Celine was walking through the Champ de Mars, admiring the flora of the park, her arms laden with bags of shopping, and Scaale still curled up inside her bag.

Noticing the Eiffel Tower's positioning to the sun, Celine sought out a shaded bench to sort through her shopping, and enjoy her first sunset in her new home.

"Phew."

With a huff of relief, Celine put her bags on the bench and quickly snapped all the price tags off of her purchases.

Practise gear, two competing outfits and a blue and silver ribbon for her gymnastics. A variety of piano and lyric note-books. Training gear and new basketball sneakers for practise and tournaments, and, a set of watercolours, colouring pencils and a sketchbook.

She didn't have any art courses, but it was a hobby of hers to sketch, draw or paint something whenever she had time to spare.

Celine loved drawing all sorts of flora and fauna, though she had a preference for sketching the sky at different hours when nothing else appealed to her.

She wasn't very good at portraits though.

A glare, in the corner of her eye, had Celine squinting away from the suddenly intensified light source.

Placing all her shopping back in the shopping bags, and the tags in a nearby bin, Celine took a seat next to her shopping, leaned back, and simply enjoyed the sight of the sun setting behind the Eifel Tower.

The sky was painted pastel shades of orange, pink and purple. The sun a red ball of fire that set the Eifel Tower aglow.

Had she not been so transfixed, Celine would have been pouring over her sketch book, trying to capture the moment on paper.

As it was, someone else was just as transfixed by the sight before him.

Nathaniel Kurtzberg had spent the majority of the afternoon in the park across from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Sketching his surroundings, searching for inspiration for a new comic idea, and trying to catch a glimpse of the perfect beauty that was his classmate, Marinette.

He had been on his way back home, cutting through the Champ de Mars, when the light had caught him off-guard.

The sunset had been breathtaking.

The light playing off the autumn leaves in such a way, that it looked as though embers were dancing on the wind.

The Eifel Tower smouldering in the heated gaze of the sun…

And then he'd seen her.

She had her back to him, and seemed to be enjoying the sunset fully.

Her hair was in a messy bun, but a few strands had worked their way free over the course of the day.

The light of the falling sun sending shimmers of gold and silver glittering amongst the strands that weren't blocked by her silhouette. The line of her jaw only just distinguishable from her neck at the angle from which he saw her.

Nath didn't hesitate, and his pencil was soon flying over the paper of his sketchbook, while he hoped she stayed long enough for him to finish.

When he was done, he left without a backward glance.

The setting would be perfect for a date, and the attributes he'd drawn of the stranger could be used on any number of supporting characters in any one of his comics.

All in all, the day had been quite successful...

and he wasn't the only one who thought so.

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Author's Note

Hello to all you lovely Miraculous Ladybug Fans!

I'm pretty new to the wonderful world of Fanfiction. So, any and all comments, suggestions or (constructive) criticism is much appreciated!

I hope you like this Fic... and don't worry, there's more to come ;)