Miracle Box - an MLB rewrite

Of Romance and Swords

Tikki flew over the old streets of Paris in a hurry, traveling faster than the human eye could even process as she did not want to bother with the hassle of putting on a human disguise and taking the slow route to the kwami sanctuary. This was her fifth time in a week visiting Master Fu and the others and they were always so thrilled to see her. She always told them she missed them and wanted to see them more often but deep down she knew the real reason she was there:

Fraay.

Fraay was the new kwami of destruction from the Egyptian miracle box and her existence was already causing trouble. The balance of the universe was slightly off kilter because of her awakening and lack of the Egyptian kwami of creation to even it out. Tikki realized that the universe itself seemed to calm when she was closer to Fraay, but of course, given her circumstance, she couldn't exactly do that. And of course, there was the matter of hunting for a cure for Duusu's illness.

Fraay said that one of her fellow kwamis had fallen into the same predicament, but they'd found a way to fix it and cure her. But Fraay didn't know exactly what it was, because she'd been asleep and trapped in the Louvre when the event of the curing happened. It was her dear kwami of the frog miraculous of jubilation, from the third ring of the miracle box. Lynn. Lynn was a queer little person with a funky attitude and demeanor, in the words of Fraay. Before Britain established a protectorate over Cyprus in 1878 Egypt, Lynn's miraculous (which was a golden headpiece) was broken at its crown. For a century, Lynn was cursed and sickly, showing all the same symptoms of what Dusuu was experiencing which Tikki had described. And while Fraay was concealed in the Louvre, she could feel the presence of her dearest friend, Lynn, change sometime within the last forty years.

She just didn't know when or how, but one thing was clear; Lynn had been cured.

Before the knowledge of this, Tikki had never heard of another miraculous breaking like Duusu's had. And Dusuu was sabotaged by a human mortal, while Lynn's was by the maliciousness of another Kwami who now no longer existed. So Tikki was still unsure if it would be the same thing truly, and if the cure could work the same.

Lynn wasted no time in finding a wielder in the modern world. She needed someone to recap her on what was going on the past few centuries and get her used to the new age of humanity and society as a whole. Aljara was now the wielder of the locust, but she was not going to be a hero on the same mission as the others. Instead of fighting akumas to rescue Nooroo and Dusuu, Aljara was teaming with Mr. Lapin, the wielder of the rabbit miraculous ten years in the future to hunt through time and find the cure and scour the earth for the three other remaining Egyptian kwamis.

That was Fluff's idea of a good plan. She always picked her wielders to be from any time but the present as it "would protect the miraculous better" somehow. Tikki didn't really get it but then again, Fluff was a bit of a cuckoo clock.

When Tikki got to the sanctuary, she most definitely did not expect to see Plagg there. And he was just as startled as she was, it seemed, for he nearly broke the glass platter which he had been holding in his hands. It clanked against the ground, barely saved by his awkward foot.

"Tikki! I didn't expect you to be here!" Plagg said, turning into a very tomato shade of red on the face.

"I didn't think you'd be here either, what are you doing?!" Tikki said a bit more harshly than she'd meant.

"Oh- uh- I just..." Plagg frowned, picking up the platter from the ground and setting it on a coffee table of glass, "I wanted to see everyone."

In chorus, the kwamis which were in the drawing room with them began clamoring things at Tikki which were practically impossible to understand.