Miraculous: Tales of Tikki & Plagg

Strange

Wayzz's POV

I felt something strange.

Drowsiness.

It was all quite odd. I was hiding in my little makeshift house, watching Master Fu work his magic, (not literally) on a customer when a wave of dizziness started upon me. All of the sudden, I felt sleepy.

I felt like I had spun around in circles about a million times, then immediately went on a roller coaster. With loopty loops.

I remembered that I was feeling tired, so I had drowsily floated to my matchbox bed, sure I was in a delirium once I felt my big head began to pound, like heartbeat.

It was slow, like a normal person's heartbeat, but then it suddenly began to pick up speed, like the owner was being chased and was running away. It was like I had a stethoscope in my ears, and the person's heart was pounding and racing, the volume completely high.

I laid down in my bed, and closed my eyes. The pain disappeared almost immediately, the immense relief knocking me out as soon as my eyes shut. I was out like a light, until I started to dream. Well, it wasn't exactly a dream, but more like a warning.

I snapped my eyes open. Light beams of sun shot through the canopy of the shaded jungle, and the little warmth from the sun kissed my skin. It was cold. Really cold. So cold that the butterflies that were here yesterday were frozen to the ground, frost covering their delicate wings. Fog the color of silver barely covered the poor animals.

But what really captured my attention was the beautiful creature above me. Her eyes were a blazing purple, so familiar and sharp and mournful that I swore I'd seen her before.

Long ombrè hair, dark brown and rich, cascaded over one shoulder, turning from dark to orange, to finally, the tips dipped in white. Her lips were full and pink, and had a gleam in which tempted me to touch them wonderingly. Her tan brown skin was warm, like mocha, and was smooth, flawless.

The corner of the girl's mouth twitched up as I stared at her in unabashed amazement. I jolted as my eyes zeroed in on the sharp canines that protruded from her smile.

I felt my breathing stop as she leaned in closer. I held my breath. She smelled like wilderness and laughter and danger. The scent was sweet and intoxicating, and most of all, deadly. My heart tripped when my eyes traveled from her captivating mouth, to her chubby, kissable cheeks, to her expressive eyes.

I saw myself. But it wasn't me.

A teenager with brown hair and eyes the color of jade was reflected back at me, his eyes rounded with shock and his mouth open, astounded. I looked down at my hands, and they were indeed pale and fleshy, a great contrast to my fingerless green stubs of a hand. I was wearing my jade turtle bracelet, the one my sister had gave me many, many, many centuries ago in ancient China.

I stopped breathing. Trixx. That's who this girl reminded me of.

Trixx.

Back in the day, I never really liked Trixx, and vise versa. We were complete polar opposites until Tikki and Plagg fell into our lives.

Literally.

I was always stern with her, yelling at her at unnessicary times and pointing out all her faults. I was the wise and logical one in our little kwami band, while she was the reckless, mischievous, trickster with the I-don't-care attitude.

Plagg, Tikki, Trixx, and I were the living, breathing definition of opposites attract.

But after getting to know her on our journey to the mountains, I began to enjoy her personality.

I loved the way her eyes lit up when she came up with a new joke, or when she called herself "Dr. Prankenstein" whenever she pulled a prank. And later, I learned that she loved my personality equally as much.

I sat up and realized I had been suspended in a leafy green hammock this whole time. My eyes flicked to her forehead, where a swirly mark printed in the center.

I stared. There was only one person I knew who was branded with that mark.

Nooroo.

I felt coldness sweep across my body and reach my heart. That was why that girl looked familiar. She was a mixture, a combination, of Nooroo and Trixx.

They said the eyes were the window to the soul, and I belived that wholeheartedly. Trixx's eyes usually gleamed with happiness and mischief, the exact opposite of Nooroo's sad eyes.

When I looked up at Trixx again, two more people had joined her. This time, I was not stupid enough to not know who they were.

Tikki and Plagg stood on either side of Trixx, staring at me with an emotion with no name.

Plagg looked pretty much the same, except his eyes were a feline type, emerald green and blazing. Black cat ears poked through his mess clump of hair and sharp fangs poked through his bottom lip.

Tikki looked the most different, her hair a completely different color than before. Red locks and pin straight hair against her tiny shoulders. Her eyelashes were long and black, striking against her pale skin and accentuating her stormy blue eyes.

"Wayzz," Tikki spoke quietly, her voice a whispery breath.

I barely heard her, and my ears strained. Tikki reached for my hand and gripped it like a lifeline. She was like a porcelain doll, breakable and eerie.

Her hands were cold, and burned into my flesh.

I couldn't speak. My throat was choked up.

My eyes flicked up to Plagg. He didn't say anything, but his eyes glowed even brighter, an unnatural light. I didnt even think he was breathing, deathly quiet and still as stone.

My eyes then slowly dragged to Trixx. She was close. Close enough that she made me long for her so much that I ... ached.

I blinked and Trixx's nose bumped against mine. I almost smiled at the sense of deja vu came over me. Almost.

I bit my lip. I haven't physically touched Trixx until now, and her contact with me left me buzzing. It was not the way your thinking of though.

I was literally shaking, like a phone on vibrate. Trixx's eyes never left mine as her lips touched mine in a kiss.

Everything went black.

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