Fallen For A Cat ||Chat Noir||

Chapter 20

                           🐾Y/N's POV🐾

Once I finally reached Alya's house, I knocked on her window, and she immediately opened up. "Crauloia?! What are you doing here? Is Corrector defeated yet?" I sadly shook my head and took the miraculous box from behind my back. "Not yet, though, I could really use your help to ensure that I defeat him." She lit up again.

"Crauloia are you serious? You want me to be Rena Rouge again? Wait a second.. how did you know that I was her in the first place? Only Ladybug gave me the miraculous and I don't think that she would tell anyone." She took the box and took out the necklace inside. "Hey Trixx." I heard her say to the kwami, then she looked back at me. "Actually, I didn't know that you were her. I didn't know that Rena Rouge existed at all. I just thought that you would be the right person for the job. Trust me, Ladybug didn't tell anyone who you were."

She put on the fox tail necklace and smiled. "Just promise Alya, that you will give back the miraculous when the job is done." She nodded and shouted "Trixx, lets pounce!" She transformed into another superhero, and together we jumped around the city looking for Corrector.

"Rena, look at the stadium!" I shouted over to her. She looked at me, and we jumped to the stadium seeing Corrector inside with minions.

"Crauloia, where is Chat Noir though?" I thought about not telling her at first, but then coming to the conclusion that it didn't hurt to tell her. "Well, Chat Noir got hit by the pencil laser thing and he got really easily distracted.. so I put him in a locker."

Rena Rouge did a slow nod, silently judging me. "But anyways, don't get hit by the pencil and just stay decently far apart so he doesn't get us. And don't let him get your miraculous. Okay? Let's go!" We jumped off the side of the stadium, getting the attention of Corrector. He turned to us and pointed his pencil as we ran towards him. "You are both powerless!" He shouted, and let the pencil try to zap us. Though, we're smarter than that and ducked, sliding and getting him down.

"It doesn't matter! You will never rest me anyways!" Corrector jumped out of the stadium, leaving his minions to get knocked out.

"Hey Rena! Come here.. let's make up a plan first. It's better before going in there again and winging it." She walked over and I whispered to her a plan. She agreed and we were off again, looking for Corrector to put our plan into play.

Once we found him, we hid in an alley, letting Rena put out a hologram of us running towards him, and making him zap us. "Haha! Crauloia and Rena Rouge, right into my trap! You are both powerless!" He did the zapping thing again and the hologram made it look as if we actually got zapped. He got closer, and pencil in hand, he tried to take the miraculouses of the unconscious holograms. When he wasn't looking, I ran up to him and broke the pencil.

The dark akuma flew out of the pencil and Max turned back to normal. I purified it, using my cutoff, and told the Mayor, who was under the pencil's spell, and I told him to take Max home, if he would.

I walked back to Rena, who was ready to detransform in the alley. "Let's rest." She said, signaling for her superhero days come to a halt for now. She hands back her necklace in the miraculous box, and I take it back. I say goodbye and head back to Master Fu's place.

"Master! I'm back!" I said as I entered his office place once again. "Ah, job well down, Crauloia, I'm looking forward to seeing you again." He put the necklace back and I was about to walk away, when he started speaking again. "Oh and Y/N, these are magical potions that can power up Bandit's powers as Crauloia. You can make them into anything, just make sure that you put the juice into it." I thank him with a smile, take the little bottles and head off.

When I got back home, Bandit flew out of my bag again once more. "So Y/N, what are you going to turn the potions into?" She asks me with a smile, licking her lips. I giggle, and answer back. "Well, how do you feel about mini cookies?" She giggles back. "Sure! That sounds great!" She said in her little voice.

That night, I asked Tom and Sabine if I could use their kitchen to make the cookies for Bandit. They ended up being many different colors, so I put them in a little box that Tom and Sabine designed together. I thanked them for it, and went up to my room to study.

But, when I was about to go to bed, I jolt up and remember something. "Bandit wake up! I just realized! We never let Chat Noir out of that locker!" I open my trapdoor and transform. I jump my way to the school and go to the locker room, where I placed Chat Noir. I opened the locker and he fell on my shoulder. "Chat I'm so sorry! Are you fine?" He stood up and closed the locker. "I'm fine, but I didn't know you did magic." I must've looked puzzled.

"Magic? What are you talking  about? I don't do any magic." He winked at me. "Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears!" I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Chat, are you sure that your off the trance from Corrector?" I giggle again and he laughs too. "Well, I best be going, but I have a friend that wants to talk to you. If that's okay with you, that is." I smile and nod. Chat leaves, and back walks another boy.

"Oh, your Adrien right? It's nice to meet you." I hold out a hand and he gladly shakes it. We smile at each other and we talk about different things. We somehow get to the topic of ways to glide through the sky. He shows his idea. "Well, maybe like a sugar glider someone could hand like some sort of material connecting the arms and legs. What's your idea." I share an idea that he thinks is brilliant and he shows his gratitude through words. "Wow Crauloia! That's so creative. You know, If creativity was measured by how many bones are in your body, then I would be a slug!" I give a slight laugh, and make up an excuse to leave.

"Wow Adrien! Look at the time. I gotta run now. I'll see you around the city. Bye!" He says goodbye as well and must be confused on why I'm leaving so soon. But it didn't really matter at the moment.