Miraculous: Tales of Lucki and Kuro Hakai
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“Lucki. Kuro Hakai. Give me the Miraculous of the Ladybug and Black Cat. You have done enough damage to these innocent people.”
The butterflies are just that, butterflies-they have no reason to be so eerie, so off-putting. But the purple magic swirling around them, the rock monster under them, the vague, barely face-shaped image they form…no one can help but feel a tinge of fear creep down their spine.
And with it, the faintest sense of I want this to end. Give them what they want.
The sound of clapping should not be so loud.
The camera pans down. Zooms in. The heroine in black-cat ears poking up through a bob, dressed in dark leather-scoffs. “Good attempt. But disappointing.”
“We know who’s the villain here, Papillon. Don’t try to pretend otherwise.” Next to her, the voice of the hero in red with two chin-length black braids, one by each ear, grows in volume. “If it weren’t for you, all these innocent people wouldn’t be stuck playing henchman to the akuma you made! We are responding to the problem you created!”
“Papillon! We will find you, we will bring you to justice, and all of Paris will know your real name!” snarls the heroine in black-Kuro Hakai. She moves, breaking into a run.
The hero in red-Lucki-is just slightly faster to throw out his weapon.
Leaping up to the Eiffel Tower, he throws out the yo-yo. “Time to de-evilize!”
Spin. Flick. Capture. Spin. Flick. Capture.
As his leap ends and Lucki begins to fall, Kuro Hakai throws out a hand to catch him.
She grabs and twists, turning the fall into a graceful tumble as Lucki gets to his feet.
They turn to face the cameras-the city, the people. They look out over Paris, and they look so small.
“Paris, we promise you.” Kuro Hakai’s voice rings out clear. “No matter what Papillon does, we will be there to save you!”
Lucki opens his yo-yo and throws it up.
White butterflies explode outwards from it, sweeping over Paris in a wave. The pressure of Papillon’s magic is gone. A duo has risen in its place.
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“Mistress Jia?”
Jia hums to show Kaalki she has heard xe, tilting the screen to better see the battle playing out before her.
“Let me.” Fu adjusts the screen so Jia can properly see, despite her blind eye. Her sight went unrestored unless she activated Kaalki’s Miraculous, after all. Jia smiles as the ladybugs flit across the screen, and Lucki is clearly shown talking to the restored victim.
Fu clears his throat.
“I still think Adrien and Marinette-”
Jia groans in exasperation. “Erdi, we’ve gone over this. Luka and Kagami are selfless and unhesitating. His caution will balance out her impulse, her ability to be selfish will flourish and balance out his selflessness. Tikki and Plagg chose them. They are the only True Wielders to be found in all of Paris. What other arguments do you have?”
“...”
“...you’re just upset that you missed the chance to play matchmaker with Marinette and Adrien, aren’t you.”
“Dajie.”
“Well unfortunately, they aren’t the True Wielders of Tikki and Plagg in this universe, erdi. Go imagine a world where they are.”
