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A new mask - part 3

Part 1, Part 2, AO3

Sorry this took so long to come! I have quite a few chapters written up now, so hopefully you’ll be able to read them more regularly!

Hawkmoth struck again the next day.

Marinette threw her pen to her desk in anger. “Come on!” She snapped at the news headline on her phone.

She’d actually managed quite a bit of study today, but it would not be enough if she had to stop now! She had both maths and science tomorrow, and she wasn’t even entirely sure what they were doing in science, never mind being prepared for an exam!

But that little notification carried on shining, breaking up the image of her lockscreen. “Fine.” She stood up. “Fine.” She changed into a different suit. “Fine!” She pulled out a spare yoyo. “Fine!”

This time Hawky was robbing a butterfly garden. Her arms still aching from her out-of-control trip across Paris yesterday, Ladybug swung through the doors. She raised one eyebrow at the man in a fancy, Ironman-esque, shiny suit, waving a not-so-advanced butterfly net around.

“You’re trying to steal the butterflies? Gotta admit, didn’t expect that.”

Hawkmoth spun, and glared at her. Even through the mask, he seemed fed up. At her or the butterflies, she couldn’t say, but she liked to think it was the butterflies. “Come on Ladybug. You don’t understand-”

“Look, Hawkmoth. Butterflies probably aren’t as bad as banks, but I can’t just let you kidnap them.”

“No, you don’t understand, I need them-”

“Uh huh, yeah, I don’t care.” Ladybug threw her yoyo, wrapping it around the butterfly net. She pulled, Hawkmoth didn’t let go, and they ended up with a broken net.

Hawkmoth groaned, and threw his stick to the ground, plucking the few butterflies he was able to catch and squashing them into a bag.

He lifted up his hand, and started shooting (yep, those were still real bullets) at Ladybug, who dove behind a plant. Hawkmoth took off, running towards a door, when a silver pole blocked his way.

“Monarch me an idiot, but it seems like you missed a bug!” Chat Noir grinned. Hawkmoth stared at him. “Get it? Monarch me an idiot? Mark me an idiot?”

“That was terrible.” Ladybug responded, standing up from behind the bush. Chat Noir pointed at her and carried on talking to Hawkmoth.

“And you missed a bug? Because you’re stealing butterflies and she’s Ladybug?”

“Seriously Chat, if you have to explain it-”

Hawkmoth made a break for it, knocking the pole over and tipping Chat Noir to the ground. Ladybug threw her yoyo, and used it to block up the doorway. Hawkmoth skidded to a stop, and turned around to face them. Chat Noir stood up to face him, and Ladybug pulled her hands into fists.

“Well then?” Chat grinned. “You going to fight or do you have butterflies in your stomach?”

Hawkmoth ran forward, and they ran to meet him. He lifted his arm, and Chat snatched up his baton. Ladybug pulled her yoyo out of the doorway, then reached for Chat. She wrapped her arms around him, and he pole vaulted them both above Hawkmoth, and she threw her yoyo down to grab the arm that held the gun. She pulled it tight, and there was a loud screeching. She loosened the yoyo, and the ring where it had tightly gripped the metal was crushed and broken.

“Don’t bring a gun to a superhero fight.” She grinned as they landed on the ground, this time guarding the door.

Hawkmoth didn’t say anything, just ran directly at them again. Ladybug and Chat dove in seperate directions. Chat stuck out his baton at ankle height, and Ladybug threw out her yoyo at neck height. Hawkmoth jumped over the baton, but alas, his limbo skills were not up to standard, so he got caught on the yoyo string and slipped to the ground. The bag of butterflies crumpled to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, and dove for the bag, but Chat Noir slid his baton along the ground and knocked it out of reach. Hawkmoth growled, but instead of trying again, he took off to the door.

“Get him!” Ladybug shouted, even as she followed him. They sprinted out the door, where they saw his figure retreating into the sky.

“No!” She yelled.

Chat Noir stood next to her. “It’s okay, My L-”

“No it’s not! He got away!”

“But he didn’t get what he came for.” Chat Noir gestured to the sack on the ground. Ladybug bit her lip. She bent down, and opened it. Two butterflies immediately fluttered away, but the third stayed at the bottom of the sack. She carefully picked it up. It almost seemed to glow, the egg-shell white colour of its wings.

“Bye bye little butterfly,” She murmured, opening her hands. It tested its wings, then took to the sky. She smiled as it went. “You’re right Chat. Maybe we didn’t capture him, but we did win this time.”

“And it was because we worked together.” Chat said. Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Come on, admit it, My Lady.”

“Don’t call me that.” She said, but couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. It was because we worked together.”

Chat Noir looked like he was about to start celebrating, when he froze.

“What?”

“Don’t move!” He hissed.

Terror gripped Ladybug, as she stood like a statue. “Why?”

Chat Noir lifted his phone, and took a photo. “What are you doing?”

He smirked, and turned the photo around, showing the picture of her in her mask, her messy braid thrown over one shoulder, and the sunlight shining through a pair of egg white wings on her hair. Ladybug looked away from the photo to where it was still perched.

“Aww.” She said, grinning. “But you’re going to have to delete that photo.”

“What? Why?”

“What if somebody sees it? Your secret identity will be out.”

Chat considered for a moment, then smirked. “Not if I send it to the Ladyblog! Then anyone could have it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I so would, Bugaboo.”

He did.

After spending the rest of the day studying, Marinette reached the conclusion that there was no way she was ever going to be ready for these exams. She kept on finding some new articles to read, some new comments on the Ladyblog’s post of that photo (which was tagged as: An anonymous user sent this to me, claiming to be the notorious, charming and legendary Chat Noir! Whether or not that’s true, two things are for sure: 1) we love this bug, and 2) this is going to become a lot of people’s profile picture! (which was correct, Marinette had already counted twelve Ladyblog users.)) or the room felt too cramped. Groaning, she glanced at the Ladybug suit, then back at her work.

“It’s worth a try.” She mumbled, pulling the suit, and snatching up her book.

She didn’t expect to be found, sitting on a random house’s rooftop reading her history book, but ten minutes later a black figure landed next to her.

“Reading on the roof?” Chat Noir asked.

Ladybug rolled her eyes. She lifted up her history book. “Studying.” She corrected. “As of tomorrow, I will officially be in exam week.”

Chat laughed, then held up his own history book. It had the same cover. “Me too. And my teachers expect way too much of me!”

“Same here!” Ladybug agreed, stopping herself from staring at the book. It was weird, she was pretty sure her school was the only one that had that one.

Chat plopped down beside her. “Want to work together then?”

Ladybug chewed her lip. “That depends. How much do you know about Tutankamun?”

“About half as much as I need to, and twice as much as I want to.”

“Then take a seat!” She laughed.

It was actually fun working with Chat. She laughed, and he laughed, and they got distracted but they also made jokes that helped them remember things. By the end she actually felt accomplished in her study, which was rare.

There was a lull in the conversation. Ladybug stared at the night sky. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured.

“Like you?” Chat Noir asked. Ladybug snorted.

“Cheesy much?”

The villain-now-hero was probably blushing, if his mask didn’t cover his cheeks.

“Hey, Chat?” Ladybug asked.

“Yeah, My Lady?”

“There’s this guy that I like.” She glanced at the hero sitting next to her. “He’s in my class, but we’re just friends.”

“Oh.”

“What should I do?”

Chat stayed quiet for a moment.

“Chat?”

“I’d tell him.”

“You would?”

“Yeah.” He turned to smile at her, but there was something else in his expression, which she couldn’t read. “I would tell her-him, that when I looked at him, I saw everything I wanted to be. I saw, not a perfect person, but someone who was trying to be. Somebody who looked at the world and thought that it was messed up, and flawed, but instead of giving up and joining it they became what they wanted to see. And I’d say that I wanted to be with that person, because while they were busy looking for the good in everybody else, all I could see was how good they were.”

Ladybug stared at him, then grinned. “You like somebody, don’t you?”

Chat slowly nodded, his eyes glancing at her face then away again.

“Well, you should tell them that. Exactly what you said to me. She sounds amazing.”

Chat gave a small smile. “She is. And I’m sure whoever Mr Crush is will think you’re amazing.”

Ladybug smiled. “Thanks, Kitty.” She pulled out her yoyo.

Gabriel Agreste walked down a darkened alley. A man stood in shadow, flipping a coin.

“Did you do it?”

“No, I-”

“No?”

Gabriel swallowed. “No, Ladybug and Chat Noir teamed up and stopped me.”

“Do you know why we wanted you to steal the money?”

“Yes- to prove I was loyal enough-”

“No. To prove that you were able to. You’re rich enough Gabriel, the question is whether you are willing to steal, to join. We said three tests. The first two were money.”

“Right, and-”

“You made the first one. You didn’t bring enough the second, but that’s not your fault. The money wasn’t there. Now you’re telling me you failed the third?”

“I-” Gabriel paused, expecting to be cut off. When he wasn’t, he hesitantly continued. “You can’t need the butterflies for anything. You’re just doing it to make fun of me now!”

The man stopped flipping the coin. “The butterflies were to prove that you would do anything for this. You join us, and you are given one chance to choose something, anything, that we will help you with. Then, for the rest of your life, you have to do anything we ask of you.”

“I know that-”

“Do you? Because you don’t seem capable of doing it when there is something in it for you.”

Gabriel swallowed. “Please. Another chance. I need this.”

The man glared at Gabriel, then sighed. “Fine. Bring us the masks of Ladybug and Chat Noir, and we’ll let you in.”

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