Miraculous: Tales of Tikki & Plagg

Camembert Cheese

Plagg's POV

     I was thinking about cheese. More specifically, Camembert cheese. Every single one of my holders have asked me about my love for Camembert. And I always responded, "Because I love it."

     But that wasn't true. I didn't love my precious Camembert cheese. I mean, sure, I liked it, but I didn't love it. I only ate its savoring taste to numb the emotion in my belly.

     Sadness.

     I missed her; her midnight blue hair, her fair skin, and her breathtaking ocean blue eyes. She had worn a plain red dress and a black belt with a silver buckle had been fit around her waist. Her hair had been gathered up in a bun and she had worn black boots with a silver buckle on the side.

    
     Later on, her appearance had changed, and she transformed from a beautiful girl, to a sweet kwami. Her snow white skin was replaced by a crimson complexion and black dots adorned her body. The kwami was 10 centimeters tall instead of 5 foot 1, and had a large head, and a tiny body. She resembled a ladybug, with two antennae, a large black spot on her forehead, back, and each side of her head, and a short tail with three tips aligned vertically. Only one thing stayed the same. Her clear, dark blue eyes.

     Tikki.

     Way, way back, a few millennia ago or something, the 7 of us; Dussu, Wayzz, Tikki, Pollen, Trixx, Nooroo, and I, decided to become the first superheroes. Dussu became the first and best, Jeweled Peacock. Pollen and Wayzz became the first Queen Bee and Jade Turtle, and Trixx became Volpina. Tikki became the first Ladybug and Nooroo's alter-ego was Hawk Moth. My superhero name was the Black Panther.

     Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

     Anyway, I never realized how much I loved Tikki until I thought I was about to lose her. It took me about a century to realize I loved her, because after I got my first holder, I got this strange feeling in my stomach when I was thinking about Tikki. It felt like a dozen butterflies mixed with something heavy in my heart.

     As much as I hate to admit it, I completely freaked out, panicking that I had had food poisoning and that I was about to have a heart attack. It took about 10 minutes for my holder, Aladdin, to calm me down and explain that I was experiencing heartache.

     I ran through my holders through my head. Mistontli, Aladdin, that evil Black Cat dude from the Middle Ages, and this kid named Alex from Central America a century or two ago.

     I was startled from the lack of holders. There had to be like what, 4 of them? I had expected a lot more, but I couldn't blame the Guardians. Who would want a superpower and kwami of bad luck?

     My vision suddenly went black and with a  small, blinding black orb of light, I shot out of my Miraculous.

     I looked around and spotted Wayzz and an old man. The first thing I whined was "I'm hungry!"

     "Nice to see you too," Wayzz muttered. The old man chuckled and tossed me something in a blur of movement. I didn't even have to look at it, I smelled it. Camembert. I shot forward, did an abstract twist in midair, and caught it in my mouth.

     I swallowed the drool-worthy food whole and gave a a satisfying burp. "Who are you anyway?" I asked disrespectfully.

     Wayzz facepalmed and flew over to my side. "Plagg, that's Master Fu, my retired Jade Turtle. He's a massage therapist, but he also guards the Miraculous, which means he is-"

     "The Great Guardian, at your service, Plagg." Master Fu bowed playfully. I swallowed, and it wasn't about the Camembert. I am so busted. I thought.