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āCataclysm!ā Chat Noir closed his hand around the pen with the akuma inside it. The akumatized journalist (who had named herself Lāinterrogateur) let out an enraged shriek as the writing utensil disintegrated into ashes.
āNo!ā Hawk Moth yelled from inside his lair.
āNo!ā Lāinterrogateur screeched at the same time, hand outstretched uselessly.
The darkly-colored butterfly tried to make its escape, but Ladybug snatched it out of the air with here yoyo before it could get far. āNo more evildoing for you, little akuma. Time to deevilize!ā The pigtailed superhero purified the akuma, and it fluttered off into the sky innocently. āBye-bye, little butterfly!ā
āPound it!ā she and Chat exclaimed as they executed their signature fist bump.
Meanwhile, Rena Rouge and Carapace stood awkwardly in the background, feeling a little bit out of place. They hadnāt really done much to defeat the akuma, and they didnāt know what to do now. Rena opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Ladybug and Chat Noir leapt off over the rooftops to doā¦whatever it was they did after akuma attacks.
āWell, I guess our job here is done,ā Carapace said, although it sounded more like a question. He turned to leave, butā
āOh no, you donāt, Shelly,ā Rena said, grabbing his hood in an orange-gloved fist.
āYouāve forgotten our secret handshake, dummy!ā
āOh yeahā¦thatā¦.ā Dammit! Carapace rolled his eyes. He didnāt understand why Rena insisted on doing their secret handshake or whatever after every battle. At least, thatās what he tried to portray to everyone around him. Secretly, he loved it. Donāt tell anyone I told you, but he kinda has a thing for a certain foxy hero, if you catch my drift. (Heās telling me to delete that sentence right now because ā[he] [doesnāt] need the world to know [his] feelings for Rena!ā Yeah, well, screw you and your dignity, Shelly. Iāll write what I want.)
Sighing exasperatedly (gotta keep up those appearances), Carapace turned back towards Rena Rouge. He held his hands out and Rena took them with an excited squeal. God, she was so adorable.
They linked middle fingers (right hand with right hand, left with left) and shook their arms from side to side. (For the record, Rena had made it up. Carapace had no part in the invention of their handshake.)
They proceeded to do this until Rena decided sheād had enough, which wasnāt for another ten minutes or so.
Okay, so maybe it was more like twenty seconds. It sure felt like ten minutes, though, and Carapaceās arms were starting to get tired.
Rena let go of his fingers and stepped back. When Carapace voiced his complaints, she grinned deviously. āHere, Iāll make it better,ā she said, and pulled Carapace into a tight bear hug. (Or was it a fox hug?)
The boy in green felt his face burning. He returned the hug and was sure his face closely resembled a stop sign (minus the demanding white letters, of course). As Rena pulled away, he noticed that she was blushing too. But that had to be one of her illusions, right?
ā¦Right? Heād never seen her blush before, unless it was when she got angry.
She couldnāt really be blushing. Orā¦
While Carapaceās inner thoughts sparred, Rena Rouge couldnāt help but notice three things.
One: Carapaceās face was almost the exact same color as Ladybugās suit (sans spots, obviously).
Two: Her turtle boy almostāalmost reminded her of a certain DJ she knew. But she brushed that thought asideāit was too crazy to be true.
Thirdly and lastly, she realized that she had fallen deeply and truly in love with the boy standing in front of her.
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