After our class, I made my way to the post office to start my shift, since I work from 6pm to 8pm and my patrol is from 9pm to 12 am. Before I went to my locker, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the girl from my class.
"I noticed you've been watching me throughout class." She said with a frown.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I walked away only to be stopped by the girl.
"Tell me. Why are you so interested in me?" She asked.
I sighed. "Alright. I want to know your connection to Ladybug."
The girl's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Let's not beat around the bush. I know you're Ladybu-" I stopped when she put her hand on my mouth.
"Not here. Let's talk somewhere private." She said.
I nodded. We went to the back of the school.
"Ok. You're right. I am Ladybug." She said with her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Alright. I won't tell anyone. Just tell me how you became Ladybug. And how you and Chat Noir first met. And I mean everything."
She told me everything. From when her kwami, how she met Chat Noir, their first fight against the akumatized stone-themed villain, Stoneheart to her first interaction with Hawk Moth and her vow to protect Paris from him.
I thought about it.
"Man. I know you and Chat told me about this but this is crazy."
"Yeah I figured you'd say that." The girl sighed then she gasped. "Where are my manners? I didn't introduced myself. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"Dupain-Cheng?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I'm half French and half Chinese. My mum is Chinese and my dad is French."
"What a coincidence. I'm half French too. But I'm half North American. My mum was French and my dad was North American. I use to live in Detroit before I moved to Paris with my godfather." I said.
I looked at my watch and cursed. "I'm gonna be late. I got to go!" I ran
"Wait. Where are you going!?" Marinette shouted.
"My part time job. Nice knowing you, Marinette!" I replied before running away.
I reached to the post office and changed to my uniform. A black shirt with short sleeves, blue trousers and back shoes. I was about to leave the locker when I ran into a man in his late 30s with black hair, grey eyes and was wearing a black suit and tie. His name is Victor.
"You're late." My boss said with his arms crossed.
"Sorry. I got caught up by an old friend." I replied apologetically.
"Well. Don't let it happen again. Now, I need you to deliver these packages to these addresses. Can you do that?"
"Oui, patron" I said with a salute.
"Good. Now get going." My boss replied and left.
I sighed and sat down on the bench. This is going to be a long evening.
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The origins of the Wolf
FanficYou may of heard of me. I have been called many names. The vigilante. The menace. Every criminal's nightmare. But you can call me, Le Loup/The Wolf. There is a saying: You mess with the wolf, you get the fangs. You're wondering how I became the vigi...
