Miraculous: How It Could Have Happened-Season One

The Mime

"Yes, sir.  I understand, sir.  Yes, I...I'm sure he'll understand, sir."  Adrien sighed.  He had heard those words all too many times before to not know what they meant by now.  "My dad's flaking again, isn't he?", he asked, not looking at Nathalie.  "Let me guess...something came up?"  It was an excuse that he was all too familiar with, much more than he should have been.  It was enough to make him wonder why he even got his hopes up in the first place.

"Yes...but he's reserved the best seats in the house for you, Adrien. Front row.", Nathalie told him, like that would cheer him up.  It didn't.  "As usual.", he moped, staring out the limo window.  "The best money can buy."  He sighed.  All the money in the world couldn't buy him what he really wanted—special time with his father.

All of the sudden, the car skidded to a stop, throwing him and Nathalie in for a ride. Adrien looked out the window to see what the hoopla was about, and saw Ladybug right next to the car, spinning her yoyo as a shield. "Get out of the car and find a place to hide! I'll cover you!" Adrien rolled his window down and leaned his head out the window. "Ladybug?! What's wrong?" She only ever showed up when there was an akuma attack. If she was here, that could not mean good things for him and his father's servants.

She looked at him, amd her blue eyes went wide. "Adrien?!" He blinked twice. "You know my name?" She looked panicked for a moment, like she had said something she had not supposed to. "Oh, uh, I...of course I know your name, silly! Everyone in Paris knows!" Adrien blinked again. "Oh. Right." They chuckled nervously together.

Their awkward moment was cut short by something blowing up next to Ladybug on the car. Adrien looked out to see a man standing by. His skin was violet, and his face was made up like a mime's. He was even dressed for the part, striped shirt, bowler hat and all. He was glaring deadly in Adrien and Ladybug's direction. Another akuma. Just as he feared.

Heeding Ladybug's warning, Adrien and the others got out of the limo and started running for a safe spot. While Nathalie and the Gorilla were distracted by their haste to get away from the new supervillain, Adrien slipped away unnoticed behind a wall and let Plagg out of his shirt. "We've gotta transform now, Plagg!"

"Aw, I thought I was gonna be a spectator, not a performer!", Plagg said with his usual lazy-bum attitude. "What about the show?" "No time!", said Adrien. He had a much bigger, more important role to play in life. And it was his cue. "Plagg, claws out!"
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The Mime had made a clean getaway, summoning an invisible car to drive towards his targets. "He's already up again!", cried Ladybug, dusting herself off. "We have to catch up with the bus before he does." Suddenly, she felt a strong arm hook itself around her waist. Looking up, her face turned red to match her costume when she saw it was Chat Noir, smirking cheekily, pulling her closer.

"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you doing?!", she stammered, staring at him like he'd lost his mind. "Good thing you have friends in high places.", he jested, taking out his bo staff. "Hold on tight." Anchoring the bottom to the cobblestone road, the baton extended, growing longer and longer, carrying Ladybug and Chat Noir over the rooftops of Paris, until they were sitting at even level with the Eiffel Tower.

Ladybug tried not to have an aneurysm over how tightly he held her against him. "I-I-I can do this myself, y'know.", she choked out, looking in the opposite direction, pretending to be looking for something, but really just trying to hide her blushing face. "But we're the Cat and Bug team!", he insisted.  "You mean, Bug and Cat team.", she said jokingly.
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Adrien walked into the theater.  Once again, the day was saved, thanks to Ladybug and Chat Noir.  Aftter that akuma, he deserved a little R&R.  As he went to take his seat in the front row, he looked where he had been assigned and froze.

There, sitting in the seat right next to his, was Marinette, her midnight-colored hair glittering under the lights coming from the stage.  She was talking to Alya, who was sitting on the other side of her.  From the corner of her eye, she noticed him, and faced with a smile and a wave.  "Hi, Adrien!  I didn't know you were coming to see the play!"  He laughed as he walked towards his seat.  "Didn't know you were gonna be here, either."

"Yeah, well, Mylene's dad is headlining.", Marinette explained.  "So she snagged us good seats."  Thank you, Mylene., Adrien thought as he sat next to Marinette.  He was still a little bummed that his father wasn't there, but if this was the universe trying to make up for it, he gladly accepted the replacement.

"Hey, did you bring my phone?", asked Alya.  "Oh, sure!", said Marinette.  She went digging through her purse.  Alya glanced away for just a second, and noticed something off about the boy sitting next to her.  He was staring at Marinette, with wide, starry eyes and a big cheesy smile on his face.  The girl beside him was ignorant of his gaze, her bluebell eyes focused on the contents of her purse.  When he noticed Alya staring, he immediately turned away, blushing redder than the stage curtains.

"Here you go!"  Alya's attention was stolen by Marinette, who placed the cell phone in her hand.  "Oh, thanks."  Marinette looked towards the stage, and so did Alya.  But every so often, her brown eyes wandered back to Adrien, and every time she looked, he was staring at Marinette with a goofy, zoned-out expression.

Ever since Marinette had told her all about Adrien's strange behavior around her, Alya had been much more observant of him whenever he was around.  It hadn't taken long for her to deduce that Marinette was right about him being weird.  But it puzzled Alya.  Adrien was a teen idol, who met celebrities and royalty normally.  What was it about her best friend that made him so wacky?

Alya was gonna find out.  That she promised.  She was a reporter, after all.  And reporters searched for the truth.