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Chapter 6: A Terrifying Comeback

After the encounter with Alya and her suspicion of Nathanael, you couldn't keep your mind off of the possibilities that she could be RIGHT. He did appear and disappear spontaneously, and him and the Dessinateur had the same build. Could this be a major clue to his identity?

You punched your fist into the firm sheets of your bed, contemplating the extreme logic of the situation. Your room was the place you spent an ample amount of time in, and you had, for the previous hour or so.

Your most prized sketchbook was sprawled across the clustered floor. Stress overcame you as you tried to battle between figuring out Nath, and uncovering Ladybug and Chat Noir's secret identity.

Peering to the left, you spotted your phone resting on the pillow farthest from you.

That's right, I have Alya's number! You thought, she'll be easy to manipulate...

Biting your lower lip to hold back a smile, you snatched up your phone from the pillow and dialed her number.

Alya: hello? Who is this?

You: hey it's (y/n)! Remember me from school? I have some theories on Ladybug that I think you should hear.

Alya: oh hi! No way! Let's meet up by the Louvre this weekend, I have so many ideas!

You: sounds like a plan! See you Saturday?

Alya: yep, bye!

You: bye

Smiling to yourself, you maneuvered your body under the covers and switched off your phone.

Until tomorrow.

The next day/Saturday

It was a gorgeous day in Paris, the sun was projecting rays of sunlight onto the busy streets. Flocks of pigeons flew overhead and posted on every available spot. The Eiffel tower casted a huge shadow over the lively city, sending a mysterious chill over the citizens. All except for you.

Your messenger bag flew behind you as you raced down the to the Louvre, carrying your favorite sketch books. Hopefully Alya would understand that you needed them with you at all times.

Alya was already sitting at a nearby bench, checking her phone every few seconds. She looked extremely excited, and you stopped in your tracks to watch her, silently laughing.

You leaned against the lamp post next to you, twirling your long purple streaked hair amusedly.

*how do you guys like the idea of me slowly revealing 'your' outer appearance? I dunno, I just thought it was a cool concept. I'm not saying this is how you do look, but it's written in second person POV.*

Alya finally noticed you standing there, and immediately rushed over to you.

"There you are, girl! I came super early." Alya gushed, grabbing your hand and tugging you back to the bench.

Your eyes widened in surprise as she yanked you away.

She's a bit rough, you mentally noted.

"Ok, let's get down to business. Who do you think is Ladybug? Spill!" Alya burst out.

You plastered a grin on your face, arching your eyebrows.

"Well," you began, scooting closer to her, appearing secretive. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Ladybug is Marinette."

Alya gaped at your sympathetic expression, unable to speak. She reached out and clasped your hands in hers.

"W-wh-D-do you really think so?" She whispered, clearly astonished by your claim.

"Yeah, have you noticed her awkward social patterns? She even-" you were cut off by the sound of sirens and shouts, coming from just around the corner.

Alya and you both whipped around at the same time, gasping to see Ladybug, Chat Noir and the Dessinateur fly in from around the corner, landing just a few feet in front of you.

Alya gasped in excitement, immediately reaching for her phone. "Wait! I need some footage!" She exclaimed, oblivious to everyone's terror.

"No! Everyone! We need you to evacuate!" Ladybug called frantically, herding people around. Chat Noir turned back to fend off whatever was chasing them.

Screams and shouts echoed off the buildings as people ran to safety, tripping over garbage cans and abandoning newspapers.

You looked up, seeing a tornado barreling through the streets, tearing down everything in sight.

Alya fled in terror, calling back to you helplessly, but she wasn't heard over the howling wind and swirling papers that crinkled in the air.

"W-what is that thing?!" You cried, to terrified to move away from the spinning object hurling your direction.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing! You need to go!" The Dessinateur cried out, exasperated and stressed.

The whole place was cleared, and the two superheros were left fighting the akuma. You and the Dessinateur stood opposite sides of the park bench that you and Alya had sat on.

"How do you know my name?" You called back in distress, yelling over the loud wind.

This seemed to throw him off guard, for he drew back from you and avoided eye contact.

"I...um..." He began.

A large gust of wind knocked you off your feet, sending you tumbling to the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, loosing consciousness.

The Dessinateur gasped, diving forward against the strong, dusty current. He caught you just before you would have hit the pavement, cradling your head in his arms. You both lay there, him praying for Chat Noir and Ladybug to capture the Akuma soon.

"Please be ok..." The Dessinateur sobbed, clutching you closer, in possibly the most destructive akuma caused event,

in history.