Chapter 7

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Alya was ready to scream. She had left the screen for no more than two minutes and she had received confirmation. This was unbelievable. The reporter wanted to run down the hallway and drag Nino back into the room to show him what had happened, but then she remembered the response time; two minutes.

If the reporter hurried she realized she may be able to catch Bug1 while they were still online. She furiously typed away at her keyboard, pressing enter with a lightning speed.

Hey Bug1,

If you are really the one and only Ladybug, how are miraculous powered?"

-A

This was another question that she was certain only three people knew the answer to; herself, Chat Noir, and Ladybug. Alya stared at the computer screen for eight minutes. She refreshed the screen every minute.

Kwami

That was the response. Alya had found Ladybug...sort of. Now she needed to keep Ladybug talking.

Ladybug! I can't believe it is you! Where have you been? Everyone misses you.

Alya waited. Six minutes later there was a response.

Bug1: I don't think everyone misses me. I think everyone is mad at me.

Alya frowned.

Alya: Why? You saved Paris from so many evils.

Bug1: i no

Alya: So why would they hate you?

Bug1: Idk

Alya: You're not making any sense. Can we meet? I will meet you somewhere private. I will climb the Eiffel tower if I need to.

Bug1: I can't. I can't leave.

Alya: Why? You are Ladybug. You can leave.

Bug1: It's not that easy

Alya: I don't understand

Bug1: I can't explain. I'm already breaking a lot of rules.

Alya: What rules? Who makes rules for Ladybug?

Bug1: I can't say any more. I trust You Alya. I know you can find Ladybug.

Alya: But aren't you Ladybug

Bug1: Yes and No

Alya: How can you be yes and no? You either are or you are not.

Bug1: You will see Ladybug soon. You just don't know who she is. I know you will find Ladybug soon. She's not well. I wish I could tell you. I have to go now.

Alya: Wait! Don't leave yet. I don't understand.

The reporter's response was what was left on the screen. She stared at the time on the computer. It was now half past nine. She had stared at the screen for two hours hoping for one last response. There had been nothing, and Alya was now blending together the emotions of excitement and disappointment into a form of anxiety.

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