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A Series of Ridiculous Reveals	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 3026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Alya loved being a superhero.
As Rena Rouge, she had powers, fans, and a new companion. Trixx was a mischievous little thing, but she was also extremely cute. This worked against Alya as much as it worked for her, as Trixx gave her powers, kept her company, and allowed Alya to brush her darling little tail. Unfortunately, she also did what she wanted with no thoughts to the consequences, but Alya always let her off lightly because she was just too cute.
Alya often thought she should remind Trixx of the need for secrecy, but suspected it would do no good. She had been around for millennia, and had, undoubtedly, heard it all before. So, Alya held her tongue and hoped Trixx would know when to hide when it really mattered. She had, so far, avoided detection from Alya's parents and siblings, at least.
On patrol with the others, Rena Rouge asked her teammates what their kwamies were like, and how they got along with them. She was genuinely curious as she had never been able to meet another kwami.
'Tikki is a sweetheart,' Ladybug said with a wide smile. 'She loves chocolate chip biscuits, always has my back, and moonlights as my moral compass from time to time. She's like my very own Jiminy Cricket.'
'Plagg's a greedy little smart arse,' Chat Noir said with a wry twist of his lips. 'He's always reluctant to do any real work, and has the most unwholesome obsession with camembert. But, I can count on him when I really need him; he supports me through the tough times.'
'Wayzz is so Zen,' Carapace added. 'He's super chill all the time, really wise, and one hundred percent on my side. He's really helpful, too, telling me how to best utilise my miraculous.'
'Pollen is Pollen,' Queen B said, dismissively, with a wave of her hand.
'Yeah, that's really helpful, QB,' Rena Rouge said, ironically.
'I told you not to call me that,' Queen B huffed. 'Ugh, this is all your fault,' she shot at Chat Noir.
Chat Noir just shrugged, unapologetic.
'Why are you asking, anyway, Rena? I hope you're not having trouble with your kwami. Tikki told me she could be a handful,' Ladybug said with concern.
'I think you mean a paw-ful,' Chat Noir interrupted. Everyone ignored him.
Rena Rouge shook her head. 'No, it's nothing like that. Trixx just pops out whenever she feels like it, and doesn't seem to care if someone sees. I just wanted to know how you keep your kwamies in line.'
'You don't,' they all replied simultaneously.

They split into pairs for their patrol that night, with Chat Noir on his own, as he had dubbed himself the bad arse of the group. Odd numbers had nothing to do with it, no Sir. However, it turned out to be an uneventful evening. Akuma activity had been quiet lately, and Rena Rouge could only surmise that all five of them together scared the pants off of Papillon.
'That's not an image I needed,' Chat Noir complained. Queen B nodded, curling her lip in distaste.
Carapace snorted a laugh. 'Can you imagine it?' he asked. 'Dude running around with no pants would be hilarious,' he cackled.
'Comedic gold,' Queen B said, drily.
Ladybug just smiled, looking a little strained.
They parted ways, headed to bed, after that. They all had places to be, and things to do the next morning.
Alya got home and detransformed. She had a date with Nino tomorrow and needed her beauty sleep. She normally didn't give much thought to her appearance, but she still didn't want dark circles under her eyes. Nino could not be allowed to think she lost sleep over him. No boy was worth losing sleep over, in her opinion, no matter how sweet he was. Alya considered telling Marinette that the next time she freaked out over Adrien at one of their slumber parties.
Alya snorted. 'As if that would do any good,' she mumbled.
She smiled as she curled up next to Trixx.
'G'night, Trixx.'
'Good night, Kit.'

Alya awoke at a reasonable time the following morning, with plenty of time to get herself and Trixx ready. She grabbed her phone, bag, and kwami and left for the Trocadéro where she had organised to meet Nino during the week. Trixx hid under her hair as she called her farewells and departed.
She met Nino at the Trocadéro esplanade, facing the Eiffel Tower, at the top of the stairs. They waved and greeted each other with cheek kisses, their date officially on. They walked around, bought ice cream from a vendor, and had lunch in a sweet little café. Sometimes, if he felt bold enough, Nino would even hold her hand. Alya shook her head at his bashfulness, unusual in a Parisian teen, but refrained from commenting. It would be mean to draw attention to it, and she didn't want him to feel inadequate. Truthfully, it was sweet, and she appreciated the way he respected her personal space.
Late in the afternoon, they sat in the park by Marinette's house, sharing a bag of pastries.
Alya felt bad that she had ignored Trixx all day, and she was sure she would find something squishy and unpleasant in her shoe tomorrow. But, it couldn't be helped. She had promised Nino a date, and refused to go back on her word.
Alya was just about to take a bite out of her blueberry jalousie when Nino caught her attention. He was staring at her, and not in the fun, romantic way. His mouth was open, and his eyes were enormous as he pointed at her with a shaky finger.
Instantly, Alya panicked.
'Is it a spider?' she shrieked. 'Get it off, get it off, get it off,' she hollered. People began to stare as she sprang to her feet, dancing in a circle as she tried to locate and swat the little beast.
Nino grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the grass beside him. He gave the people watching them an awkward wave and they moved on.
'Get it off of me,' Alya demanded.
'Chill, Babe, there's no spider,' he said, barely moving his mouth.
Alya was confused. 'Then what were you staring at?'
Nino pointed to her shoulder again. 'I was wondering why you have a kwami sticking out of your hair,' he explained in a hushed, strained voice.
Alya turned her head to see Trixx staring mournfully at the jalousie Alya had dropped. Trixx let out a tiny whimper at the loss as Alya remembered that blueberries were Trixx's favourite food. After being neglected all day, she was probably hungry enough to disregard safety and chance a sneaky nibble.
Not sneaky enough, Alya thought. Trixx was going to get a long overdue scolding when they got home.
'Wait a minute,' Alya said. 'How do you know what a kwami even is?' she squinted at Nino.
Nino stiffened, eyes darting from side to side. 'Did I say kwami? I never said kwami. I said salami. You're hearing things. You're crazy,' he babbled.
'Just shut up and walk me home, Carapace,' she said with a shake of her head.
She heard a chuckle come from his pocket, and he looked at it, aghast.
'Traitor,' he whispered in a scandalised tone.
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