Ragnoa And Katu

19- New Miraculous

With Ragnoa currently unconscious, Fortuna released Adrien from the chimney. She was still shaking from her one-on-one encounter with an akuma, but she had to get Adrien safe.

The webs had paralyzed him, she guessed, feeling a bit numb in her hands as well. Or maybe there was poison across them. Either way, she knew Adrien wouldn't be ready for battle anytime soon.

She was still in awe how he was a superhero, but didn't allow herself to think too much about it, she had a job to do.

Fortuna saw an open window from outside of the Agreste Mansion, not knowing where elae to go, she carried Adrien through there. The room seemed to be his bedroom, with his fencing gear in one corner and a picture of him and a woman on the computer screens.

She was not as graceful as Ladybug. Not in the slightest. As she left, she was almost 100 percent certain Adrien would have more than a couple nasty bruses.

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Luka Couffaine was many things, but he never saw himself as a hero, but when he saw an akuma take Chat Noir's ring and fling it to the ground, he took initiative. He grabbed it and ran.

He didn't know how long he ran, but he did until Ladybug jumped in front of him.

"Ladybug! You scared- wait. You aren't Ladybug."

She shook her head, confirming his accusation. "I'm Fortuna. Ladybug is apparently unable to help Ad-Chat Noir out lately. So when the akuma came-" She shrugged, trailing off.

"So you're the new Ladybug..."

"Yes. And now, you're the new Chat Noir."

"Wait, what?"

"You saved that ring from the hands of an akuma, Adr-the real Chat Noir is incapacitated currently, and I need help."

"She's right, you need to do this," a new voice said.

Both teenagers jumped back, finally noticing the black kwami above their heads.

"There's a guide on your weapon when you transform how to do everything. Ok?"

"What-"

"Just put on the ring!" Plagg yelled.

Startled by the power of the small creature's voice and the light bulbs shattering in the street lamps, Luka slipped the ring onto his hand.

"Now say, 'Plagg, transformé-moi.'"

"Plagg, transformé-moi?"

"Ok, good. Now, call yourself something so no one else knows your identity."

"A new name? What should I-"

"I don't know. Just-think of it as we go along, but right now, we need to find that akuma."

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Fuzzy.

The room looked so fuzzy.

Adrien sat up, massaging his head. Minus the ringing in his head, the room was quiet. Too quiet.

"Plagg?" No answer. "Plagg?"

He frantically darted around his room, also feeling a gap on his right hand. The miraculous was gone.