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I could get used to eating curry every morning. It was no fluffy omelet, but Sakura-san’s curry was definitely not a bad start for a cloudy day on our first day of school. The spices danced on my tongue and I couldn’t resist scooping up another spoonful before finishing what was already in my mouth. If Big Brother’s wide eyes and slight grin were anything to go by, he must have felt the same. The curry was so good that I almost forgot to feel offended by Sakura-san’s surprise at my brother actually going to school. Almost. “It’s time for you to go,” Sakura-san said as he began clearing the dishes. &

Personally, I would rather not dwell on our visit to Shujin. The morning after we arrived, Sakura-san drove us to the school, although he told us that it was only going to be a one-time thing and we’ll have to start taking the subways from tomorrow onwards. To be fair, he does have a business to run and possibly many other things he needed to take care of. But his attitude towards Big Brother hadn’t thawed out overnight. When we reached the school gate, he turned to my brother and me and made sure he had our attention. “Do me a favor and behave yourselves, all right?” Sakura-san gave Big Brother a pointed glare. ̶

Even with Big Brother's app guiding us, it still felt like we were rats running around in a maze. At least two times, we almost missed our subway stops because we made a wrong turn or we had been shoved around by the masses because, apparently by their nonchalant behavior, that was the norm. It wasn’t like the country didn’t have traffic jams, but this was on a different level. The air we breathed in felt slightly dirtier, there were too many people pressed against me in the subway train, and if I hadn’t been holding onto Big Brother's hand I would have been swept away with the crowd. But I had to bite my tongue and shut up

November It was a bad idea to split up. My gut kept telling me that I needed to run after Joker and help him secure the Treasure. Of course, he was far from incapable of accomplishing his task and it gave us the advantage of making a clean escape. Still…something wasn’t right. Where did that crackling voice come from? Almost like…someone talking on a radio? Watching Joker dance through the sky though, like an acrobat with grace and style to spare, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sisterly pride rise within me. That’s my brother. My hero. The Joker who could lead us to certain victory as the trump card he was

A white knight dressed in black and a dark knight dressed in white. Who is the real hero of this story? Is there even a hero? Or are we all a part of a fool’s game, being lead around by a cruel puppeteer? It shouldn’t have come to this, my brother pointing a dagger at him while he aims his silencer at my brother. Why did our fate have to lead us to this? A breaking point we could see no way out of. Could this have been averted? Was one decision all it took to bring us here? Or did the little missteps we took add up and made us unable to look away? What could I have done to prevent this? To imagine that this all began because my

Chapter 10 Marinette’s hospital room could have been mistaken as a florist’s shop. It seemed like every Parisian came to pay their respects to their heroine and offer condolences to her parents, both of whom were relieved to know that their sweet little girl had returned to them. But at the same time they couldn’t help but wonder at what cost. What price was paid so that she could return to them? Whenever they could, Tom and Sabine would visit Marinette in the hopes that she would awaken and they could wrap her in safe and loving arms. At every visit, it looked like she was on the brink of fluttering open those sapphire bl

Chapter 9 For Marinette, it had been like watching a black and white movie while being wrapped in a warm cotton soft blanket. Over the past couple months, she had been living in what she couldn’t decide was a blissful dream or a horrifying nightmare. Pictures floated in and around her, some in color when a woman who looked a lot like her and a larger man with an equally large warmth in his eyes so much like her own begged and cried for her to “come home”. But where was home? And why were they singing a warped song? When the black and white pictures came though, rich sounds of laughter and music graced her ears and Ancien

Chapter 8 It was all Alya’s idea. Or should we say…Lady Wifi’s. After everyone tapped their ladybugs per Tikki’s instructions, the group had been completely covered in a bright light. The school was collapsing all around them and the floor was becoming unstable. At any minute, they all would have been crushed by the debris that had fallen everywhere once the akumas had finished their job. But they never laid one mark on the akuma-immune group of people. Or, to be more precise, heroes. Nathanial, “The Evillustrator”, had the quick wit to sketch out a shield over the group of people within the vicinity w

Chapter 7 This wasn’t the first time that Chat Noir wanted to believe that this was just some sort of freaky nightmare. While searching for Marinette, he wanted to believe that he was waking up to another normal day and he was going to see his friends, who were safe due to his and Ladybug’s tireless protective efforts. After the incident with “Le Gamer”, Chat Noir actually contemplated calling Marinette and asking her if she wanted to play a round of that new video game that she had been gushing about during class. They might have even been able to relax enough to where they could have pigged out on Tom and SabineR

Chapter 6 Normally, when people think about ladybugs, they would think that they were cute and harmless. No one would think that they would cause chaos by spreading panic across a romantic city like Paris, which upheld the ladybugs as a symbol for good luck. After all, how could something so small cause so much damage? It’s not like they bite humans and carry diseases like mosquitos do nor do they carry any venom that could harm a human like certain spiders and ants do. But when the harlequin akumas came to play, no one could see an innocent ladybug in sight. Except for the group of people trapped within a certain school that had them