Tales of LuckyBug and Rena Rouge : Origins

Where There's a Villain, There's a Hero

The school bell rings, echoing around the school neighborhood. Quietly packing my workbooks into my bag, I half listen to the teacher, as I watch a tall, athletic looking boy pass a screwed up piece of paper to a bulky, strong looking one.

"...who have PE, Mr D'Argencourt is waiting for you at the stadium, the rest of you can go study in the library." The teacher was saying, though I suspect it fell on deaf ears. The strong-looking boy read the note on the screwed up bit of paper.

"Kim!" He roars, stepping over to punch the athletic boy in the shoulder.

"Ivan, what's wrong?" Miss Bustier asks, thin eyebrows raised. The boy lowers his fist and looks up at her.

"It's Kim! I'm so gonna-" the boy growls, reaching to punch him again.

"Ivan! Go to the principal's office!" Miss Bustier orders, pointing at the door. The strong boy, Ivan storms out the door presumably to the principal's office. The athletic boy, Kim, chuckles as he storms off.

"Poor Ivan." I whispered to Marinette, who had also been watching the exchange between the two.

"Yeah. Kim's always teasing others. None of us like it." Marinette whispers back. 

"Hmm." I mutter, getting up to go to the library. Half the class follows, the other half heads down the stairs and to the gym. 

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The school bell rings for the final time that day, allowing us to all go home. All in all, today was pretty good. I made a new friend, and no-one was mean. Two pluses. Humming quietly as I make my way home, I spot an old man on the ground, a wooden cane just centimetres out of his reach.  People walk all around him, ignoring him completely. I walk over, and hand him his cane, offering him my hand. I help him get to his feet, giving him a small grin.

"Hey, you ok?" I ask him in a friendly tone. 

"Ah, yes. Thank you, young lady." He says, nodding. He was in a red and white Hawaiian print shirt, and grey denim shorts. 

"No problem." I smile, turning around to head home.

Master Fu P.O.V

"Ah, yes. Thank you." I smile, looking down at the small box of which held the Miraculous of Illusion. I quietly follow the girl, managing to sneak the box in her bedroom drawer without being seen. A bonus to being the guardian, I guess. It made me far more stealthy and strong than I should have been.

Alya P.O.V

Sitting on my bed, I get the news channel up, checking for any interesting updates. As I do this, a sort of thumping fills my room. Panicking, I head outside, only to see not an earthquake, but a stone-clad supervillan!

He stomps off to a small barricade of police cars, led by a policeman with ginger hair and a megaphone. 

"Ready? Fire!" He yells. The police all fire their guns at the monster. But it only doubles in size.

"KKKIIMM!" It roars. Wait, Kim? Could this be... Ivan? As a supervillan!? Awesome!

The supervillan then picks up a police van and throws it after the head police who was running for his life. I dash inside again, turning on my T.V.

"All Parisians must stay home until this situation is under control!" The mayor declared, before it cut to a view of a female reporter. 

"As Incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a supervillan. The police have been struggling to keep this situation under control." She reports, and I can't help but think that I want that job when I grow up.

"Be confident, the strong arm of the law will come crashing down.." The head policeman starts, lifting his newly broken arm.

"Uhh.. I mean the other arm." He adds.

"So cool..." I mutter, reaching down to my desk for a pencil to write it all down. Instead, my hand wraps around a hexagonal box. I lift it up out of curiousity, and see a black box with red Chinese designs. 

"Huh? What's this doing here?" I ask under my breath. Picking it up, I slowly open the lid, revealing an orange Fox-tail necklace. Seconds later, a orange flash of light comes out and circles my head.

"Woah. What is that thing?" I mutter to myself. It fades into a small floating... Fox?

"I am not a thing. My name is Trixx, and I'm your Kwami!" It says, with a smirk. 

"My Kwami? Oh! I know! You're what gives hero's their powers! Right?" I excitedly recall from some comics I'd read before.

"Not bad. You're smart." Trixx says, impressed. 

"Thanks." I smile, scratching Trixx on the chin. 

"As you know, I grant powers. Yours is the power of illusion, got it?" Trixx explains.

"Yeah." I nod, reaching for the necklace.

"Go ahead. Try it on." Trixx encourages. I put the necklace on, closing the clasp around my neck.

"Ok, so could you explain everything, like how do I use my powers? And how do I transform? So many questions..." I trail off, excited.

"First of all, you cannot tell anyone. Not even your closeted friends, or family. Got it?" Trixx says, pointing a paw at me.

"Yes." I answer glumly. How cool would it be to tell your friends you were a superhero?

"Second, you will have a partner, so wait for her before you try anything. She will be the one in lead." Trixx then adds.

"Aww... ok." I answer, annoyed. Why didn't I get to be in lead? Oh well. At least I'm a superhero!

"Third, to use your power, you must first call out 'Mirage!' And then picture what image you wish to create. The moment your Illusion is touched, it will fade. Once you use your power, you have five minutes before you transform back. Your Miraculous, the necklace will count down the minutes, beeping each time a minute is up, got it?" Trixx says, flying around me.

"Yes, Trixx. Thank you." I say, glad we moved on to my powers. 

"To transform, you say 'Trixx, let's pounce!' To detransform, you say 'Let's rest'. That's about it. Oh, and don't forget to tell your partner to capture the akuma, a purple butterfly of which grants the supervillan their powers." Trixx finishes. I can feel the ridiculous grin across my face as I say

"Trixx, Let's Pounce!" Once transformed, I climb out my window and onto the roof of our apartment building. 

"Wow, so I have superpowers! And apparently a flute? Must be for the illusions." I say to myself. 

"Maybe I have superhuman abilities, like Majestia!" I grin, crouching down to leap across to a building across the road. I make it. I continue running and jumping along roofs, using my flute to help at times. 

"I'm starting to get the hang of this." I grin, before looking up and spotting a red blur flying towards me at top speed. 

"Huh?"

"Ahhhh!"

The average length for chapters will be 900 - 1100 words, as that is what I normally end up doing. I feel like this is really cringe, but honestly, I don't care. All criticism welcomed, I love getting insulted. Adrien will come in soon, but honestly, I don't really care about him. I am a crap author, I'm only writing this bc I am bored. 

Bye.