Pilot
After Chrysalis exposed Adrien’s identity, he handed me the miraculous of the black cat. So far, only he knows who I am. I know he can change his form etc etc, but the press was hounding him down like a pack of cats with a mouse. Poor Adrien.
Let me explain to you who I am. My name is Mira Dubois, the daughter of Vincenzo Dubois. My father is a renowned chef. Known for his culinary creativity. But me? I’m just a student who does fashion like a side quest. Even though I do help around the kitchen, ranging from my world-famous rainbow ramen to my lovely plaid skirts. I want to pursue fashion as my career, to be like Mr Agreste one day, and have my own fashion agency so large that my signature will make me world-renowned like my father in the culinary world.
Father says to be creative is to be queer. He’s open about everything. He doesn’t mind if I come out. I mean, it would be hypocritical of him if he did reject me, since he’s openly stated that he’s queer.
The school that I am going to attend is Adrien’s old school, Françoise Dupont High School. It has been a while since he has shifted to London with his cousin, Felix. How do I know them? Well, I used to be Felix’s friend, back in kindergarten, and he introduced me to Adrien. I told Father that I wanted to study in Paris, to learn fashion as deeply as he learnt cooking in Italy, and other places. He totally agreed to it, and my flight is tomorrow.
I currently reside in a small town near London, I chose this place. Father lives in London. Don’t worry, I don’t live alone, besides, who would trust a sixteen year old to be alone? I live with an adult which Father has hired to take care of me. Her name is Kamille Remington.
It’s been a while since I got the ring. Plagg has been nothing but demanding. What’s with his cheese addiction? And why did Adrien cater to it? Now, the cat kwami acts like a spoiled brat. I mean at times he does give solid advice, even to Adrien, but he stinks. Reeks of camembert. And makes me stink like a stink bomb. That’s why, I use HEAVY perfume to hide that stench. Because Ladybug knows what Plagg likes. And if she smells camembert on me, she will figure it out.
Wait, did I miscalculate the flight? Because Father says it was tonight. Fucking lord. I messed it up. Good thing I packed beforehand. Or else I would have been even more fucked.
‘I’m so sorry.’ She mumbles. ‘It’s okay, as long as you are okay, Miss. I’m Mira. And you are?’ I ask. ‘I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you, Mira.’ She smiles. ‘Your eyes are lovely. And rare too. I’ve never seen someone with pink irises.’ She comments. ‘Thank you.’ I smile back. ‘You must be Adrien’s girlfriend. I’m Felix’s friend. Pleasure to meet you.’ I add. Her eyes widen slightly and she bursts into soft chuckles. ‘It’s rare that Felix has friends. Not that I know, the only people he trusts are Adrien, Kagami and his mom.’ She sighs. ‘That is true. He doesn’t trust many people.’ I reply.
‘So, you go here now?’ Marinette inquires. ‘Yes.’ I sigh. ‘Then let’s go to class before we get late. Do tell which one is yours. After your classes, I’ll give you a tour. My treat.’ She advises. ‘You’re too kind, Marinette.’ I grin. After that conversation, I tell her my class, and she’s my classmate. How amazing.
And I am expecting Cerise to follow Mari and me. Because Adrien warned me about her, and even Felix doesn’t associate with her. I’ve studied her patterns. As much as she has studied Marinette. She always gets what she wants. But someone needs to be firm and put an end to her tyranny. The main reason I came back to Paris is not that Adrien gave me the miraculous. It’s to confirm my theories about said person (Cerise/Lila/ Iris).
I chose the flat as I mentioned before. Because I wanted a lair. So I used the basement as my lair. I told Kamille that it is my “creative studio”. I’ve bought an actual creative studio. Near the school. And why did I lie? Because I needed to research this Lila freak. And her relations with Adrien’s father. Not that I don’t believe Ladybug with her speech, but it isn’t convincing. I want proof.
Stalking the stalker when she is not looking is not the best idea— She can trace it back to me. If she could expose Adrien and bring him to his knees, then what am I?
Soon, Marinette and I reach the class. Ms. Bustier is standing and she smiles at me. ‘Class today, we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.’ She turns to me. ‘Hello, everyone. My name is Mira Dubois. I’m sixteen years old, and I want to pursue fashion. And I like making friends. And I also have ADHD, so please bare with me when I zone out or I don’t talk immediately.’ I introduce myself. ‘Like the brand?’ Marinette asks. ‘I own it.’ I say, to her surprise. ‘I own Mira Dubois.’ I add.
My eyes look for a certain liar. But she’s not here. Must have transferred. She’s targeting Marinette. And to get to her, I would need to stick to Marinette. And probably play dumb a bit. To catch a tiger in its territory. But Marinette seems like a strong-willed person. That I like about her.
My eyes look for a certain liar. But she’s not here. Must have transferred. She’s targeting Marinette. And to get to her, I would need to stick to Marinette. And probably play dumb a bit. To catch a tiger in its territory. But Marinette seems like a strong-willed person. That I like about her.
The lectures go on until the break. That’s when I approach her. She introduces me to her friend group. Rose, Alya, Juleka, Zoey, Kagami (I knew her before I met Marinette, because Little Mr Felix kept on giving me a headache), Alix and some more names that I forgot. Though I rarely see Alix. Must be because she is the wielder of the bunny miraculous. And if she is the wielder of the bunny miraculous, then she must know Ladybug personally. Or she is a possesser of one. That one is for sure. Plagg has briefed me about the powers of all miraculouses; the black cat is one of the most powerful ones
‘Earth to Mira!’ Rose giggles. ‘Oh. Must have been thinking too hard again.’ I smile. ‘What amazing eyes you have. Pink eyes are rare. Almost non-existent.’ Alya quips. ‘Pretty sure I got it from my mom. Because I had these beauties since I was a kid.’ I sigh. ‘ If you want to know, Marinette, my designs are an outlet for my emotions. And each dress or piece of cloth represents my state of mind. Most of my pieces are made with level-headedness, but there are times when there are minute faults in them.’ I turn to the person in question. ‘That’s amazing, Mira. You should do what your heart says.’ Zoe says. ‘Thank you.’ I reply.
Her name is Greed, always gets what she wants. Nations fall for her lust for power and fuel her ego. Now it’s the time that she needs to be dethroned. And you know who I am talking about by now.
Her name is Greed, always gets what she wants. Nations fall for her lust for power and fuel her ego. Now it’s the time that she needs to be dethroned. And you know who I am talking about by now. Cerise.
As on cue, an akumatised villain appears. It feels like this events are planned. Who do we blame it to? That’s right, Cerise.
I excuse myself from the group and we all run in the opposite directions to each other. I also assume that the girls are miraculers. Because none of them panicked. All were focused and not jittery.
‘You know the drill, Plagg.’ I speak in an undertone. At the same time, the cat kwami is munching on the stinky cheese. ‘Plagg, Claws Out!’ I exclaim the magic words, transforming me into my hero suit.
‘Not bad, but could’ve been better.’ I say, examining the suit. I touch the ears of the suit, they’re not made of spandex, because they are VERY soft. Plush ears, with bows all over the suit. Pink bows all over me, and the recessive colour is baby pink, whereas the black dominates. I look at a mirror. Great, my eyes are pink as ever, but my hair is definitely longer. Gives all cute but will make you dust.
I leap onto a roof, near the other miraculers. Huh, what are they plotting?
‘Hey, I am Diablo Noire. The new cat miraculous holder. And before you think I stole it from Adrien, he gave it to me after we met in London.’ I announce, leaping onto the roof they are on. ‘Before we jump at the villains, we need a plan on how to defeat them. I assume we do have a plan, right?’ I add.
‘Ah, yes, we do.’ Ladybug murmurs. The other heroes look at me sheepishly. ‘What? Is something wrong?’ I ask. ‘Our plan doesn’t include er, you.’ Rena Rouge says. ‘What? That’s bullshit! How else would you destroy the ultrakuma?’ I sigh, exasperatedly. ‘Look, we don’t know you. Yet. Maybe we can include you. But because we don’t know your intentions fully, we can’t trust you.’ Ladybug reasons out. I agree with it. ‘I agree then. I may not be known to you, but we need to figure it out. Before the villain catches up to us.’ I advise.
Of course, their plan wouldn’t include me; they didn’t know that there is a new cat in town. My real motive doesn’t include them either. And no, I’m no rogue. I’m like a vigilante. I stand for what my motive says is right.
Rena then drags me. ‘That is not the plan, you idiot!’ She whispers. ‘Your original plan didn’t include me, so I thought of one. Where I distract the dude, and you guys can find the object or the thing. I may be new to Paris, but I have had a miraculous before.’ I reply, continuing to run around.
I would never lie. I had to give up my previous miraculous to accommodate Plagg. I gave it to Adrien. The Robin miraculous. It was a trade of miraculouses.
I then proceed to attack the Storm. The object was his spectacles.
Something doesn’t sit right with me. Why was this akuma so easy to defeat? Usually, the akuma gave a good fight and run for their lives. As Adrien says.
Dang it. I miss Roo. The Robin Kwami I mentioned earlier.
