Firebird

4.2

Guardian

Third Person POV

"This bitch has some nerve." Adrien hissed at his screen, rewatching his last battle on the ladyblog, throwing popcorn everytime Chat Noir came on.

"How could he come in, steal Plagg, and take away Y/N like that." He narrowed his eyes at the smirking hero, "Fucking poser."

He continued to stare at the screen until his rage became more of a self conscious thing. "Did I... always look that ..... obnoxious?"

He studied the paused video of him while Pollen flew to his side, "Quite, frankly. Yes." She admitted but quickly followed with, "But that's part of your charm!"

Adrien stepped closer to the screen, staring down his copy, sighing as he saw the ring on the figure's finger. "And Plaag fell for it..."

Trixx came up from behind, "Hey, it's not all bad. You have us!" The rest of the kwaamis came over to back Trixx up, "And Plaag will come back soon."

Adrien smiled as he looked at all the little creatures, "Thanks guys. At least I have you all, after losing everything else."

The kwaamis cooed and flew over to the boy, embracing him in a hug. He chuckled as the kwaamis swarmed him, hugging the magical creatures back. "Now." He said breaking the moment with a sigh, "How about I get some smoothies for all of us."

The creatures cheered as they piled into his back pack. He zipped it up with an exhausted smile, "Just make sure to stay quite, alright?" The kwaamis nodded as he picked up his bag and reached for the door.

He turned the knob and open door, only to find a bald man to be standing in the hallway.

"How come you're in possession of the mother box, young man?" The myterious man questioned firmly, holding the sleek box of the miraculous in his possession.

Adrien widened his eyes seeing the box in the strange man's hands, he turned to the now empty desk where he had left it just a minute ago, "H-how did you..." He turned back with a suspicious glare, "Who the hell are you?"

Mullo flew up from the bag to Adrien's ear, "That's Grand Master Su-Han, the Celestial Guardian of the Miracle Box!"

The boy rose his brow to that statement, "But... I'm the Guardian of the Miracle Box."

Baark flew beside Mullo, "Well... the Celestial Guardian was in charge of it before that incident caused by Master Fu..."

Adrien hummed as he took in the explanation, rubbing his chin in thought before eyeing the man in the hallway once again, "But, that doesn't explain how you found me."

Su-han grunted and slammed his "cane" down, "The Guardian's staff holds the compasses that allow the boxes to be tracked of all time. We use them to keep it safe from wrong hands that may have been influenced by their creator."

Adrien nodded, once again committing to this new information, "Uh huh... and what would happen if that staff got in the wrong hands?"

Su-Han stiffened, "That would never happen as we Guardians make it our life's duty to keep the miraculous safe. Something which you are not." Adrien rose a brow as the man continued, "The odd shape of this box proves it."

Adrien took in a breath, "....but yet I'm the one with the box. Master Fu entrusted it to me."

The man seemed to be startled, his eyes widening as he leaned in to interrogate the young boy, "FU? As in "Wang Fu", also known as "Whiny Chicken Leg"?" The man scoffed, "That incompetent disciple, unable to spend one day without eating, or do a thousand finger push-ups? Fu should have never been a Guardian!"