Miss Fortune's Ladybug
Summary:
"Don't you know? It's bad luck to kill a ladybug." Tikki, the Kwami of Creation, was always so bright, joyful, and happy. But right now, the tiny deity was not any of those things. Why do you ask? Well, it was because Marinette who was sweet, loveable, kind and who was just as bright and joyful as Tikki was slowly becoming a shadow of her former self.
Because of them.
Her classmates, who Marinette had bent over backwards for time and time again. Helping them with their problems, while putting her own on the back burner. But when it was all said and done? Those same classmates and friends had pretty much left her behind, blinded by the lies of a girl who had claim to fame and glory.
Well, not all of her friends had left her behind. Marinette still had her friends from the art club and other friends outside of her class and school.
Tikki knew all of this because she had let Marinette vent, to get it out of her system, on a rare rainy Saturday afternoon when there hadn't been any akuma attacks by Hawkmoth.
"What did I do wrong Tikki?" Asked the young raven haired designer as she hugged a pillow.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Marinette. It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." The tiny deity comforted her Chosen. But Marinette was so much more than Tikki's chosen. She was a friend, a daughter, a niece. So many people adored Marinette.
And Tikki was one of those people, who adored Marinette, would do anything for her.
Tikki knew that having most of her friends believe a girl's lies, someone they barely knew, over Marinette, someone they knew for quite longer was a betrayal that cut deep.
Marinette hadn't been the first of her ladybugs to be betrayed by people she thought she could trust.
And she wouldn't be the last.
"What can I do, Tikki?"
"Show them the error of their ways."
Tikki watched as Marinette sent a confused look her way. "How?"
But all Tikki did was smile, and the smile spoke of all the things that went unsaid. She was centuries old. She had witnessed civilizations rise and fall. Witnessed things that would make most people curl up into a ball.
"Don't you know? It's bad luck to kill a ladybug."
How could Marinette not know? She knew what ladybugs represented. Good luck. Fortune. She was about to protest that no one had killed her. That she was still alive and kicking.
But the recent events had almost killed her spirit.
Almost destroyed who she was on the inside. And suddenly Tikki's words made much more sense.
To kill a ladybug was to bring down great misfortune.
