Chapter 1. The tale of Ladybug

"Lexi, wake up!" A tiny voice screamed at me, yet it felt so faint. I groaned and turned around to face away from the owner of that voice.

"Lexi, you're going to be late for school if you don't get up!" The keyword hits me as I sighed. I opened my eyes and stared at the dark green ceiling with the sunlight illuminating above me. Thank god I tinted the window so it didn't glare at my eyes. I stared at the tiny red creature hovering above me. She looks so alien with that round looking head and tiny red legs and feet, maybe even a tiny stuffed animal if not so naggy.

"Alright, I'll get up. Geez." I complained.

I really hate getting up, it was like trying to pull up a fifty-pound car engine by hand, only this time I would be that engine. I yawned and stretched along with scratching my head through blond hair, getting "ready" to start the day, unfortunately. The sunlight beams lit up the bedroom as I slowly walked over to the grey. My room is something, I have clothes scattered on the floor, posters of my favorite bands like Killswitch and Black Box, and a laptop. Nothing has changed otherwise. I got dressed in my usual attire, A black tank top, the old military jacket with a skull with wrenches as crossbones, and my short jeans.

"How can you be so relaxed about this?" I gave her a look of disappointment and sighed.

"Tiki, we have been over this. This is what happens when you live far away from school."

"I know," She sighed. "But wouldn't it be best to try to get up early and arrive to class with some time to prepare?"

"But Tiki, patrol last night was hard, especially those Havoc club boys who gave me a big challenge!" She gave me an irritated look.

"Yeah, and maybe if you stop joyriding until five in the morning you wouldn't need to sleep in!" I tuned her out as I grabbed my messenger bag.

"Well I can't help it if those gangs don't give me much of a challenge. Now get in the bag before I leave you here." I stated and prepared to leave. Just as I was about to head out with Tiki, she called out to me.

"Lexi, you don't want to forget this!" She then hovered over with my military dog tags. I grabbed them and tied it around my neck.

"Thanks, now come on." She zoomed into my bag as I began to storm downstairs. As I descended through the living room and the dirty kitchen, I began to hear faint drilling and singing. Boy, do I hate oldies. I made it to the bottom floor which was the garage. The grey floor had a few cracks here and there, tools were scattered all over the table with the rest hang on the walls or were left untouched in the red drawers, and in the middle of it all was a hovering car with its hood up and no engine. By the dirty workbench was the old fart who was wearing a grey mechanic suit and goggles who was drilling in the hole of a brand new sprocket. After examining the part, he clicked in satisfaction before turning around to meet my gaze.

"Slept well goldilocks?" He joked, much to my dismay. He always loved calling me that ever since I was a kid and it still annoys me.

"Yup, just like a rock. Mind if I borrow the bike today?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Still the same old kid, you really need to sleep in early."

I rolled my eyes. "I know."

He then picked something up and tossed it at me. Thankfully, my reflexes acted just in time to catch the flying object. It felt jangly, so that means it's time to start riding. I said my farewells and called him an old man, but not before changing his radio station to something with a little more flair and metal.

"Really?" He gave me a smirk, I just stuck my tongue at him before getting on to the red and black motorcycle. The outside from my tiny world was big New York of 2552. The streets were black and illuminated blue, trains from above roared through the tracks, and there were buildings everywhere that almost covered the sky, displaying out floating advertisement after advertisement about one of two things, either the newest drink or the virtual headset. Honestly, they're an eyesore wherever they are, buggy and obnoxious. Though that probably might be a good thing if I'm driving to school because I ignore them. It was almost a long trip as I had to take new short cuts due to traffic, but on the plus side, I got to enjoy driving on the road without the feeling the thought of getting pulled over for a ticket.

Eventually, I made it through the slogfest and made it to Junberry high, dumb name I know.

"And you're late.." Tiki sighed in my bag. I just gave a little chuckle.

"Relax already, besides, its geography, the most boring class ever." I said to her, only to get mutter in response. She probably called me a "Problem child," but I wasn't paying attention so oops. I can finally relax thank god, but I better head to class before I get nagged by Tiki or the teachers. I began to casually walk down the hallways, hoping no teacher or idiot hall monitor gets in my way. Thankfully, the hallways were vacant so this allowed me to get to Geography class without any issue.

"This makes it the third time you are late." The teacher said, annoyed by my sudden appearance. I never really bothered to know his name. "What's your excuse this time?"

"Oh you know, having a job." I took my seat, ignoring all of the stares that I got the moment I entered the room. Now that the rush is out of the way, I can finally go on with introductions.

My name is Lexi Forrester, I'm 15 and if it wasn't obvious enough, I like tinkering with automobiles. I live with my old man, Jim Forrester, the owner of Forrester Motors. It's a family business fixing up anyone's car or bike for the right price. Just me and the ol'pops, sadly my mom died when I was still a baby. I don't remember the exact details, all I know is that she passed away giving birth to me. Honestly, the worst part is I hardly know her other than pops giving me examples of what she was like. He would often say how brave or badass she was in the military. I guess she was cool, maybe if I had seen it instead of hearing it. The only way I could ever feel like she is here with me is by wearing her Dog Tags. They were old and maybe a bit corroded, but they were hers so I wear them with pride. Otherwise, love you mom, hope you are proud of me at least. At some point, I met Tiki who I found in a black jewelry box that somehow ended up in my bag. She's a Kiwami from something called a Miraculous, weird name, and that I was chosen to save the world. I guess I got too excited because the next thing I know, I was flying around in the sky swinging from place to place. I crashed a few times into walls or advertisements and may have scared the daylights out of whoever was behind the windows, but it was still fun.

The day went on, lecture after lecture after lecture. There are two classes I care about, math and P.E, everything else can eff right off. Like, I have no idea why I would ever take history or science. Unless they benefit me for my future career as an auto mechanic I couldn't give a crap.

Finally, my class ends and already I feel like sleeping. Though I would be thankful to not be talking to a certain captain downer and hear him complain. Even if I could take a nap, I don't want to, because I'm in the mood for joyriding.

"Hey Tiki," I yawned. "Think we can do some daytime patrol?"

"We should, but you better not get distracted with your "swinging techniques."

"Oh come on, have I ever let you down?" She rolled her eyes at me before flying back into my bag. I drove back home before sprinting to a nearby alleyway.

"Tiki, spots on!" I shouted as she zoomed around me, giving me this red bodysuit with black outlines and polka dots on the body and face mask. I also got a jacket with the sleeves rolled up. I looked badass with this suit. The jacket even gives me flair. But thanks to a certain business partner, I had a red metal suitcase that I hid in my messenger bag.

"Armor up!" I shouted and threw the suitcase in the air which transformed and flew to my arms, legs, and chest. I also got red goggles with yellow lenses over my mask. Now I feel so much cooler, and the armor protects me from almost crashing so that's a plus. I threw my yoyo at a nearby lamp post and launched myself from the ground. At first, it felt weird, having some toy as a weapon, but it has grown on me unlike the suit, and I get to use some cool new tricks with it such as turning it into a flail by lacing three rows of string and smashing it against my foes. It makes it better when I get two of them, one from Tiki and the other from the business partner, which is a red and black butterfly shaped yo-yo with the words Revoltech writer in black, Probably the shell company. I like to call it the Air Ripper because of how fast this thing flies and how hard it hits. It's also a multi tool weapon, so that helps.

From one building to another, and sometimes going through some holes of tower cranes, my heart beats rapidly, my brain rushes, and I feel the air brush through my blonde locks. It was pure euphoria to soar in the air.

I threw the Ripper at one of the tallest buildings and latched onto the window frame. The city from a distance doesn't look half bad, just as expected of New York, lots of tall and small buildings covered to the brim with advertisements, skyway trains moving everywhere, and from the sea with a giant translucent tube that goes from one part of the state to another, an alternative to airlines. I turned around to see a bunch of people behind the window taking pictures of me with their phones; I just smiled and waved to them. Just as I was taking in the sunlight, I saw the red exclamation mark on the right side of my visor as well as red wavy lines.

"We got a Code 211 Roberry in progress at Chippers bank in Mulberry Road." The radiofrequency said.

A crime of the day, alright! I thought to myself as I began to swing to my destination. I landed on the nearby train give me a bit of speed before swinging to another set of buildings. My GPS on the left of my visor guided me and I finally arrived, landing on the building nearby.

Law enforcement hid behind their cars as bullets hit the side. Inside were masked robbers, holding their rifles at civilians, keeping them down from trying anything. From what I scanned there were 7 dudes in their all armed and 12 hostages. I began to make my way towards the other buildings and landed on the bank before heading in from the roof. I swung myself into the window and came face forward with one of the thugs. Before he could pull the trigger I throw my yoyo at it, disarming him momentarily and throwing a punch in the face.

"Shit, it's Ladybug!" This got the attention of one of the other nearby dudes as he began to shoot at me before I took cover. He probably alerted the others, but that's fine by me, the more the merrier. I then threw my weapon at him, tying him and tugging him before my fist collided with his face. That makes 5 left and I began to make my way downstairs, kicking one of them down who ended up colliding with the other robber behind him as they tumbled down the stairs. The other two began to fire at me, before I slid behind the desk, letting it take the abuse. I then tipped myself and pressed my legs against the broken desk before kicking it at my assailant and then grappled one of the office chairs with my yoyo and threw it the other opposite from the other one, forcing him to stumble away, giving me the opportunity to throw my yoyo at his face, knocking out the last goon.

That should do it, I thought as I got out. Last guy was going to be in the bank so I should probably take him out. And just like that, I felt a force hit me by the side, launching me through the door and slammed me into the wall of an apartment complex. It felt like getting hit by a truck, but thankfully the armor was enough to absorb the shock. I pushed myself from the wall and landed. From above, I saw a cop car getting tossed to where I am. I jumped over it before another came slammed on the other one.

Great, an I.R.C, (Inmates of Robotics and Cybernetics) I really hated those kinds of people. Like having regular thugs are bad enough but a cybernetically enhanced one? Hell no. The brute who tossed me wore regular clothing as the other goons but had metal arms with glowing balls on the palm. He crushed his hands together and pulled a nearby mailbox with magnetism before launching it at me. I then threw my mechanical yoyo (smart) and he grabbed it with his magnetic hand, pulling it from my grasp and crushing it.

"Come on!" I complained. '"Don't you know how much that was?!" I doubt he heard me as the next thing I knew, he started throwing a chunk of the street at me.

"Dude, not cool." I had to come up with something soon otherwise he'll keep chucking crap at me. I swung from the lamp post after he chucked another piece at me, only to have him grab my leg and slam me on the ground. I kicked him off and backed away. Obviously close quarters is out of the question. But that's when it hit me, my special attack, but I only had 6 minutes before my powers went out, well it's better than nothing, right?"

"Lucky Charm!" I shouted and tossed my yoyo in the air and transformed it. It was a weird gimmick, but at the same time, it has helped me in very bad situations so I'll let it slide. My weapon turned into a sandbag, and that's when I looked around. He was standing in the dirt, if I could get him to pull the chunks from behind me, that could help.

I began to dash towards him, dodging anything he threw at me. Eventually, he took the bait and began to pull the metal shards he ripped from the road towards him. I continued to run until I threw the sandbag in the air and slid behind him. The shards slashed through the sack, splashing sand on his mask and making a little smokescreen to blind him. I took the opportunity and ended the fight by jumping onto the back of him and smash my fist into his backpack, pulling out a glowing tube that I assumed was his power generator. I heard the orbs stop functioning before I punched the dude in the head, making him hit the floor. I got off him and sighed in relief, it was over.

The cops came and began to round up the criminals I just pummeled while everyone watched. Most of them cheered for me, which I responded with a wave.

"Excuse me, Ladybug, can we have a word?" A reporter from the crowd asked. Just as I was about to reply, I heard beeping. My powers are going to wear off, I better get out of here.

"Sorry lady, but I got places to be." I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up before swinging away.

I landed on the roof above my dad's auto shop, letting my powers disappear and reverting me back to good ol'Lexi. I gave a sigh and fell down on my back.

"Man, that was a day." I yawned.

Tiki came out and sighed. "That was very reckless of you Lexi. Many of those hostages could have gotten hurt."

God, I hate it when she scolds me, she almost sounds like her. "I don't know what's got your little head all in a bunch, we saved the day, isn't it all it matters?"

"That's not the point Lexi." She said. "You need to be more careful when handling a situation like this."

"Alright alright, I'll be careful." I brushed her off. Even if she is right, that isn't me to go all stealthy or something. Eh whatever, what matters is I saved those people, even if there was a little roughhousing. The wind felt nice without the armor or suit on, it relieved the heat that I had accumulated from the fight. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I got a ringing from my flat phone. The incoming call showed a symbol of a purple butterfly.

Great, it's her. She's probably calling about that yoyo. I hit call and held it to my ear, preparing myself to get my ear scolded off by her. "Yo?"