Miraculous: LyraPaws

Ch. 13- Contracting (A few hours later)

    LyraPaws sighed. “What’s wrong Lyra?” “Look, kid. If you’re someone who doesn’t know who I am, I look like a 20-year-old without a job. How am I supposed to take care of you if I don’t have a job?” “Um well you really don’t have to do much. For food we can order pizza. For clothing we can reuse. For money…we have enough. Or I can just ask mom for some.”

    “Kid, that’s not as easy as it may seem. It’s not just about food and clothing.” “I know. I said money for a reason…” “Still. We need to pay rent. For the house at least. We need to have expenses. And we can’t just live off pizza. We need other forms of clothing…. When you think of money there is more to it.” “…..”

    “Uh, Lila?” “All I heard was ‘we need’, ‘we need’, ‘we need’. Seriously do we really need all that?” “Yes! And no, I am NOT about to go to mom and ask her for ANYTHING. She does not need to get involved. I will really need to get a job now, especially if I want to continue caring for you.” “Uhm, okay…” Lyra goes over to a computer. “Okay so how the HECK do you turn this on?” “You press this and then it turns on…. The password is L. l. A. R. L. I. L. A….” “Are you playing?” “Um, no? This is my password…. why?” “You are so going to have to change it.” “What? Why? It's fine. Besides, I don’t mind it being long.” “length isn’t the problem. Have you even seen what it spells?” “Uh, no. I never really cared or wanted to.” “Okay so your fine with it saying, oh I don’t know, “LIARLILA?”

     “Uh wait “Liar Lila”? What do you mean?” “Kid, it literally spells LIARLILA. It says L. I. A. R. L. I. L. A. That spells LIARLILA.” “Okay then…I am completely going to change it. Why the hell did you give that to me mom.” Lila mumbled. “Alright Now to find somewhere I can work….”
           
     {After about 4 hours}

    “Lyra…. I’m hungry…” “Yeah, yeah, I know kid. Sorry. Why don’t you order us some pizza to eat? Hm? I’ll try to hurry and finish…um yeah hello? Yes, this is Lyra. LyraPaws, yes. Mhm. Yes. Oh yes …. hello? Hello? Uh! They hung up. This is the 45th phone call that has hung up on me!” “Why don’t you try Gabriel? He might let us.” “Hey, you know what. You might be right.”
                     
          {5 minutes later}

      “Okay, well he’s not answering. I might have to go over. If ANYTHING happens. Anything at all, whether someone breaks in her, or someone tries to KILL you, YOU MUST CALL ME! Understood?” “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” “Good.” Lyra walked to the normal estate. To not get caught she walked silently over buildings. Then she heard some voices, so she stopped and looked down.

“Believe us, no one, I mean NO ONE knows of it.” She saw Tikki, Plagg, Marinette, Adrien, Felix, Bridgette and all the other kwamies there. “No one but me.” They gasped. “Lyra, how did you...” “Well, to be honest I was trying to find work...” She remembered what Gabriel had told her. “Another thing, to remember. I DO NOT want Adrien to know I’m Cat Noir! No one can know except Nathalie, you, and Lila. Are we clear?” Lyra smirked.

      “Oh, why does it even concern you?” She went down to the streets that were dimly lit. They looked at her. “Why, can’t you just leave us alone, Lyra?” “Because if I did, then well, I guess I would’ve just assuming you’d come back instead of leaving me. I don’t want to play this game anymore. By the end there WILL be war. And this wretched hell of a world will resign. Now, I don’t have the time, so au revoir!” With that she left. “Tikki, you need to tell me who she is and what she’s after.” Tikki sighed and began. “The story begins a long time ago, before I had even become the miraculous kwami of good luck. I was a queen. A goddess. A human. I lived in a palace and had ANYTHING you could’ve imagined....”