Red Strings And Markers

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The choral group nodded and stood straight, taking in deep breaths as the orchestra began. Just as the director was about to motion her group to start singing, vocalization from another part of the cathedral echoed though.

"Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do." Everyone started to look around for the source of the voice. "Do, a deer, a female deer. Re, a drop of golden sun. Mi, a name only she thinks of. Fa, my dreams have left me far. So, is all she says." The spotlights were taken away from the choir and searched for the mystery voice and it focused on a figure on an arch of the ceilings of the cathedral.

There stood a woman with a black dress that was similar to the dresses that the women of the choir wore, except there was a tear that ran from her waist and down one leg. A light green sash ran around her waist and her long hair was so turned green, to look like a measure. A pretty black treble cleft pin held her hair up in a flowing ponytail.

"I hate to be rude, but if I don't have the right to be on stage, neither should you." She spoke, looking down at the crowd with an evil smirk. She vocalize once more, her voice booming and echoing off the walls, making windows shatter and the ground shake. Her voice sent both people and glass to the floor, Adrien protecting Marinette.

"Now of all the times?" He cursed under his breath and he glared at the akuma.

"Adrien, are you okay?" Marinette asked worriedly. He looked down at her and nodded, helping her up. "Go, find somewhere safe." To transform. Adrien helped Alya and Nino, pushing the three outside. Before Adrien could slip away, someone grabbed his arm tightly.

"Tell her. It's been months." She muttered under her breath.

Adrien glanced over at the akuma and over at the retreating Marinette before giving a short nod.

"I'll try." He turned and pretended to get swept away by the crowd, before finding an empty confession room. "Plagg, transform me!"

The akuma kept vocalizing as the others continued to vacate the cathedral. "Looks like professional singing isn't your forte." Chat Noir smirked from the front door, twirling his tail with his hand.

The akuma snarled, glaring at the cat. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Chat Noir, at your service." He bowed.

She was taken off guard by his sudden formality, making her slightly nervous. "My.. My name is Treble Maker." She said, straightening her dress. A purple outline of a butterfly appeared around Treble Maker's eyes.

"Don't be fooled by his antics, he's one of people that hold a Miraculous." Papillon called out to her.

"But he's so... cute."

Papillon rolled his eyes. "Get me his Miraculous and you can keep the boy."

Treble Maker smiled. "Deal." The butterfly outline disappeared and she focused on the cat boy. "Papillon says I can keep you if you give me your miraculous, so here kitty kitty."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Treble Maker, but this kitty is mine." Ladybug appeared beside Chat, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and planting a kiss on the corner of his lips before she pulled away and punching him playfully on the shoulder. "Are you flirting behind my back?"

Chat chuckled, holding his shoulder. "Are you jealous Bugaboo?" He asked before he straightened and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush to him, looking down at her with a smirk and she smiled teasingly.

"Not at all mon minou." She gently blew in his face and they parted as Treble Maker made a retching sound.

"Disgusting. I don't care who you are, but I don't like you." She pointed at Ladybug.