Miraculous Kat

Part Thirteen: Kat-astrophe

Note: I used Google Translate for some of it, so hopefully it's translated right.

"Thank you so much for helping me, Mari. It means a lot."

"No problem," Marinette smiled. They were both on the way to school, and Kat was wearing her new outfit. The reversible jacket was in pink mode, the black edges of the collar shining dully in the sun. Heels usually hurt Kat's feet, but she had managed to make a pair that didn't, and she loved them. She twirled her around as she walked, enjoying her new blush pink skirt. The white shirt she had chosen to wear over her black one worked well. It covered most of the one beneath it, with the exception of the turtle neck. The white panther clip-on earrings that Marinette had made tied the entire outfit together. Kat absolutely loved all of it, and Marinette had promised to make her six more sets of identical clothes (although some would be in different colors, complete with different colored reversible jackets).

Upon entering the room, Kat was surprised to see that no one was upset yet. She thought that Chloe would have done something by now. Even Adrien was back to his usual happy, funny self. Kat took her seat beside Nathaniel. Nathaniel stared at her with an open mouth and wide eyes.

"What?" Kat checked her skirt. "Do I have syrup on my skirt? I knew I should have gotten dressed after I ate."

"No, no," Nathaniel assured her, "no, you, you look...amazing."

"Thanks. You do too."

Nathaniel actually just had his normal clothes on, but Kat still thought he looked good in them.

——At the Agreste Mansion; Managers and Heads of Mr. Agreste's Companies are Meeting——

"What do you mean 'it won't be done til Friday'?" Mr. Agreste growled at the new intern. She cowered in fear, and not for the first time that morning.

"Please, sir, I'm just the messenger," she whimpered. Mr. Agreste sighed and dismissed her. He was having a terrible morning. It was about to get worse. A designer from Germany was coming to show him her works, and she couldn't speak French. This wouldn't have been a problem, but the translator came down with the flu, and wouldn't be able to translate.

"Hallo, Herr Agreste," the blonde greeted when she came through the conference room doors. "Ich bin hier, um Ihnen mein Portfolio zu präsentieren."

Translation: I'm here to show you my portfolio.

"What?"

The designer, Emily Hoelscher, repeated herself nervously. It was obvious to her that Mr. Agreste did not know what she was saying. She had already almost cried in the hallway when the translator called in sick. But that was to be expected. She was in a foreign place where they didn't speak German, she was meeting with one of the most well-known designers in the world, and she was seventeen. Plus, Mr. Agreste scared her.

Emily held out her portfolio with a shaky hand. Mr. Agreste took it from her with a look of realization. He leafed through the pages, nodding and tutting every few seconds.

"Impressive," he murmured. He looked up and realized that she didn't understand. He pointed at the portfolio and slowly enunciated, "Veeerrrry...gooood."

Emily still looked uncertain. Mr. Agrest pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to remember the little bit of German he knew.

"Um...Gehen?"

Translation: Go

Emily gasped and ran from the room as tears stung her eyes. Nathalie peered into the conference room.

"What did you say to her?" She asked, bewildered.

"I was trying to say 'very good' in German."

"What word did you use?"

"Gehen."

Nathalie facepalmed. "Sir, that means 'go'."

"Oops."

——Outside the Agreste Mansion——

Emily sat huddled in the bushes with her knees pulled up to her chin. She wiped her runny nose on her new sweater. She sat there crying for a few minutes. She stopped when a very pretty purple butterfly flew towards her. She smiled at it as it flew towards her. It landed on the pencil behind her ear and she was evilized.

And, as always, "Hello, Dark Angel," blah blah blah blah. Except this time, the victim couldn't speak French. He groaned and had Nathalie bring him his phone. He opened Google Translate and haltingly said what he had to say. Once she understood, she transformed or whatever and went onwards.

——At School——

Dark Angel (Emily) broke through the window.

"Du wirst mit mir kommen, Adrien Agreste."

Translation: You will come with me, Adrien Agreste.

She threw him over her shoulder and jumped back through the window. Marinette and Kat both shot up and

Adrien was in danger.

Kat sprinted to the locker rooms where she took of the skirt and shirt, shoved them in her locker, reversed her jacket, and slapped on some face paint. Her throat constricted in excitement and apprehension. Adrien was in danger, and Kat was going to help save him. She couldn't wait.

——In a Lair Place (unused subway tunnel)——

"Dein Vater wird kommen, um dich zu retten."

Translation: Your father will come to save you.

Adrien, who was somewhat more fluent in German than his father, replied with, "Sei dir da nicht zu sicher."

Translation: Do not be too sure about that.

Emily was taken aback. Surely, Mr. Agreste wasn't that horrible to his own son. Adrien saw the look and sighed. Why was everyone so surprised?

A couple minutes later, Ladybug ran down the tunnel with...another hero? Adrien almost screamed. He recognized Panther/Kat.

"Wer bist du?" Emliy asked. "Herr Hawkmoth, wer ist das?"

Translation: who are you? Mr. Hawkmoth, who is this?

"Mein Name ist Panther," Panther replied, taking everyone by surprise, "und das ist Marienkäfer."

Translation: My name is Panther, and that's Ladybug.

Hey, so sorry it's not longer, but I've decided to split this into two parts. Hope it doesn't make you too sad or mad or whatever.