It had been about a month since I met Evee, and not much had really happened besides having to do a bunch of homework and transfer it to French just to get a bit ahead of the program. Evee helped in every way she could, but she said she was a fairly new kwami compared to the other ones that existed so she wasn't too 'worldly'. So she was extremely poor when it came to history, but she was surprisingly good at math.

That was handy sure, but, I was more worried about my french speaking abilities than anything else, even if I'd been working my ass off to nail it. Mom was also working hard to speak French, but Charlie didn't seem too worried about it.

Despite my seemingly constant pestering for him to at least learn a bit more than just the basics.

Anyways, I was on track with my homework, a little ahead even which was really good news for me, since I am moving to a drastically different place and such.

Speaking of moving I was actually in the airport right now, waiting for the flight to be announced. I had Evee hiding in a roomy shoulder bag I'd bought for her, which was currently sitting in my lap, protectively.

"Y/n..!" Her small voice called out. Casually I opened my bag slightly (it had a zipper with a handle on the inside too) and rested my head in my hand while curling over Evee, trying to make talking to my bag look as natural as possible.

"Yeah?" I whispered quietly, eyeing around us.

"I'm hungry!" She cried urgently looking up at me with her tall ears back to keep them out of sight. "Do you have any wafers left?"

My eyes widened at her request. "What? I just fed you like thirty minutes ago!" I said grabbing both sides of the bag.

The hare made a sad face. "I know, but I'm still hungryyyy!" She whined with her little paws on her belly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I aimlessly dug through my luggage for some goldfish crackers.

I'd fished them out and slipped some fish crackers in the bag, only for the food to be greeted with a groan. "What? What's wrong?" I asked with a slight frown.

"I asked for wafers." She said down-heartedly while puffing out her chubby cheeks.

"Well it's not my fault that you've been inhaling them like a vacuum!" I argued loudly down at the bag, only for a passing couple to slowly walk passed me with concerned looks. I pursed my lips into a timid, embarrassed smile. "Uh, heh... My purse is a lot bigger on the inside heh heh... Heh..." Once they passed, still seemingly weirded out, I hurriedly dumped as much as I could inside before zipping the stuffed bag shut.

I could practically feel the sheer amount of crumbs that would indefinitely coat the inside of the purse.

Waiting a few more minutes Charlie and Mom came into view, returning from their lengthy restroom visit. "Hey Y/n! You ready to go to je suis Paris?" Charlie asked happily as he skipped towards me.

I laughed at his words. "That makes absolutely no sense." I said as he sat next to me. "You are not going to do well there."

Charlie shrugged in response and shoved his hand in the open, half filled goldfish bag. "Well, I'm sure a bunch of people know English too so it's not a big deal." He said as he stuffed his mouth full and purposefully chewed in my face.

I recoiled from his open mouth. "Ugh, you are disgusting." I groaned, pushing him away by the head.

Right as Mom was about to scold us both, a sudden bing sounded from the speakers to which the voice of a monotone woman followed.

"Passengers for flight GA 623 to Paris, please proceed to gate 15 and prepare for boarding."

"That's us." Mom chirped excitedly, pulling out the one way plane tickets, completely forgetting about getting after us as she gathered her bags in her hand. "Let's go kids." She said helping Charlie with his stuff.

I got up and followed them both towards gate 15 in a hurried manner.

Finally when we got on the plane, I found that it wasn't completely as terrible as I'd initially expected. Really the worst thing about it would be trying to keep Evee out of sight, especially sitting next to my bother of a brother.

The kwami understood that planes would have a lot of people on it and she most likely had to stay in the shoulder bag. Honestly, neither one of us really wanted that to be the case.

Could be worse though, I could've been sitting in the middle where Charlie was instead of having the window seat. Evee also seemed to like this because every now and then I opened the top of the bag and let her look out on the world twelve kilometers from the Earth. It did shake her up the first time for a minute, but she quickly grew to enjoy the view high above a soft, pillowy blanket of clouds.

Luckily both of us enjoyed sleeping too. So once we both fell asleep, neither of us woke up easily.

Before deciding to get some sleep though I zipped the bag up and set it next to me. I made sure it was closer to the window rather then Charlie since I didn't really trust him to not snoop through my stuff at any given moment.

Classic brothers, amiright?

The last thing I saw before dozing off was the expanse of the world far beneath the plane and the purse beside me before a sleepy and welcoming darkness behind my eyelids greeted me like an old friend.

As I closed my eyes I was gently taken to a weightless world, wading through my unconsciousness. However, something didn't feel right here, there was a steady pressure on my chest that usually wasn't there. The darkness around me morphed and warped, subtly at first, but it's urgency raised to dizzying tendrils folding and sliding against itself.

The thick, meaty chunks of nightmare suddenly started to push and punch towards me, erratically. I ducked and dodged, narrowly missing the hits thrown towards me. However after a quick analysis, the darkness looked like it was trying to keep me safe from what was trying to burst through as its appendages tightened and curled, reinforcing its weakening bonds.

Unfortunately, it couldn't keep up to whatever was so determined in invading my subconsciousness.

A bubble began to form on my right, enlarging under the mess of inky black, like a balloon pushing through vines.

I absentmindedly took a step back, landing me against the other side of the small orb I was trapped inside.

I didn't ready myself in time for what was pushing through.

The darkness exploded away, the vines flinging open like saloon door, evaporating almost instantaneously.

That, however, was nothing compared to the a plethora of colour and visions jumbled together, erupting in my immediately overwhelmed mind. The pressure inside suddenly shoving down my chest, like it was pinning me where I was. Colours flew and swirled around my dizzying head like fairy's, there were sirens and newscasters yelling out of excitement or terror, a lot of French accents. It was utterly terrifying and I tried to pull myself out of this acid trip of a dream, but I was hopelessly locked inside my drowning mind.

Through the blinding colours and defening noise there were a few voices that cut through it all, one was my brother, another belonged to Evee, there were many more. Five, maybe six all talking over each other making it impossible to know what they were saying. However one voice climbed and clawed over the rest. A flash of green smeared across my eyes as a scream let out. "Y/N!"

With that I was finally free from the spiny clamps that held me in that fucking awful dream, still very alive, stirring within my psyche. "FUCK!" I screamed and jolted awake with full control over my suddenly thrashing body.

Mom was quick to shoot me a deathly glare. "Y/n!" She whisper-yelled. I didn't quite hear since I literally just had the worst experience ever. My breath was shallow as swallowed as much air as I could in thick gulps. My sensitive eyes darted all about as I slid down in my seat farther, subconsciously trying to relax despite my nails curling into a deadly grip on the arms rests.

I swear I didn't mean to, but in the process of my jumpy wakening, I accidentally shot my arm out, hitting my brother's unsuspecting face along with knocking Evee's purse down onto the ground. "Ouch! What the flipping burgers Y/n!?" Charlie cried out cradling his nose.

Once my mind cleared I realized what I just did and quickly leaned down to scoop up the bag, easily ignoring Charlie. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" I said hurriedly to Evee through the closed zipper. She simply groaned, dazed and dizzy.

Charlie frowned at me with an irritated glare. "Are you serious? You're apologizing to a bag? Right after you socked me in the face?!" He rubbed his cheek while glaring death my direction. "God woman, get yourself together!"

My mother placed a firm hand on Charlie's shoulder while her glare shifted between us both. "Hey! Stop it!" She snapped lowly. "Can we just keep it together for five more goddamn minutes?!"

Five more goddamn minutes?

A confused frown crossed my face as I looked out the window. There out the window was the bustling city of Paris, France lying beneath the rapidly declining plane and getting closer by the second.

What the hell?

It felt like I was only asleep for a minute, not even, and now I was already in Paris? This was beyond weird. Looking down at the bag held in my lap I made a mental note to talk to Evee about that, maybe it was some weird kwami magic side effect or something.

The landing went smoothly and our small family grabbed their respective carry on luggage and headed out into the airport.

It was bustling with ecstatic tourists, stressed or irritated locals and overly peppy employees in sky blue uniforms, enthusiastically greeting anyone that passed them or needed questions answered.

As we all made it to the front after collecting everything we needed, I felt a flutter of nervousness tickle the inside of my stomach. My palms began to get sweaty, wrapped tightly around my suitcase handle.

I took the deepest breath of the conveyor belt smell, trying to mentally ready myself for the rest of my life.

But that breath was forced out when Charlie shoved the heels of his fucking sharp hands against my back, pushing me out the doors I was apprehensively approaching. It was most likely revenge for smacking his face.

Anyways, the arrival wasn't as ceremonious as I would've liked but it was surreal either way.

High in the sunny sky flew a small group of plump little birds, probably pigeons, accompanied by just the lightest of breezes. People walking hurriedly in and out of the air port, taxi's pulling up and peeling away all blanketed by the consistent chatter of French speakers. The light, distinct smell of fresh bread floating gently along within the breeze from a tourist trap bakery built into the side of the airport, which was most likely there to attempt to cover the faint but ever stubborn smell of burnt jet fuel. A copious amount of peddlers crowded the outside of the airport with homemade goods, scattering immediately at the sight of the occasional security guard.

I guess you could say that it was a bit overwhelming. But it was at the same time... surprisingly exciting.

Mom raised her hand, attempting to hail a taxi. It took a good amount of time so Charlie and I sat on our bags and played 007 for probably fifteen my. That was until a taxi finally pulled up beside the curb, right in front of our small family. The taxi driver smiled and waved in a very friendly manner.

Charlie cheered tiredly and made haste towards the taxi alongside Mom. It looked like he was about ready to drop as he pulled himself into the back seat.

I followed closely behind as my mother put both her and Charlie's carry on bags into the back. As I was the last to put my luggage in the back I heard a sudden, extremely irritated sounding French man tossing around grumpy insults I wasn't fully familiar with just yet. But I could gather that they were not kind words.

Curious I looked up from my the partly full trunk, only to see the man grabbing my mother's arm to keep her from getting into the cab. Her face read confused, insulted and above all, nervous.

A sudden jolt of confusion settled into my stomach and quickly tried to remember my French. "Arrêtez!"

I said, firmly closing the trunk and swiftly made my way to the man, tearing his hand off my mother. "What're you doing?" I asked pointedly as I threw his hand to the side, catching him slightly off guard.

He growled down at me then pointed to the yellow cab behind you, making the taxi driver cower slightly. "This is my taxi!" He fumed with a deep frown creasing his middle aged face.

"Step off man! We didn't know!" I snapped back with a ferociously that almost matched his.

There was a small voice yelling at me to stop and let it go under all the confusion and anger, but I ignored Evee rather easily.

"I've been having one hell of a day missy! I would advise you and your thief family to give my ride back to me!" His threatening tone didn't sit right with me as he stepped closer, getting in my face with his disgusting peanut breath wafting over my now burnt my nostrils.

Charlie then spoke up confused at what was exactly happening. "Y/n? What's going on?" He asked in english, obviously intimidated by this man.

A couple of strangers came over to us and attempted to diffuse the situation in a way that was almost desperate scrambling. I may have calmed down if it weren't for what the man said next.

He looked over my shoulder and sneered down at my brother who was looking around Mom who was protectively standing in front of him. "Shut up you filthy english dog!" He snapped. Charlie didn't understand what the man said, but the look on his terrified face was enough for me to know it was time to go sicko mode.

My heart swirled with flames, licking at the insides of my ribcage and lighting my temper aflame.

No thoughts, just rage.

My hands curled tightly around themselves, my thumb dug into the side of my fist sloppily and before I could even it was in mid flight.

I connecting my fist with the side of his jaw with a punch I put all my might into. I ignored the sudden pain that shot through my wrist and knuckles and followed through with the swing.

His face jarred to the side and he violently stumbled back into the few people who attempted to calm us down. My eyes widened at the realization of what I had just done. I've never legitimately full on punched someone before, let alone on purpose, so I wasn't sure how it would go down, but the way he stumbled made it seem like it was a pretty hard punch. My now aching wrist would agree.

However it didn't take him long before he regained himself, and he looked pissed.

He went to fight back, making Mom grab my shoulder and pull me back, away from the infuriated man, just missing a fast swing of his hand.

However before he could get any closer, the strangers he fell into restrained him.

I couldn't really do anything from that point on, my mother pulled me back into the taxi with her and Charlie. The whole situation escalated so quickly, I could barely register what just happened.

One of the strangers outside closed the taxi door behind me and hit the trunk urgently, making the driver zip away as fast as he legally could.

After getting a ways from the airport I only then noticed the total uneasiness of the driver. His knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the wheel, his shoulders couldn't seem to relax despite the obvious attempts and his eyes kept nervously looking in his rear view mirror.

It was unsettlingly quiet.

Only when I looked over at my equally as nervous family did I realize what I may have caused.

That man was perfect bait for an akuma.

I surprisingly wasn't all that angry, in fact punching him in the face was kind of a stress reliever. But where anger subsided, guilt arose.

I sank back into the seat, Paris would go through an akuma attack because I couldn't calm down and let things go.

However, when I peered over to see that Mom was still tightly holding Charlie, who was close to crying, my guilt faded to almost nothing.

That man was the one at fault for this situation. He was insulting and scaring Charlie so he'll get what's coming to him.

For a long while the only sound was the gentle thump of the taxi rolling over dips in the pavement, and the jingling of the taxi drivers key chain that followed suit.

"So... uh.. I take it you're from out of town?" The taxi driver attempted conversation. Mom looked my way, and seeing that I wasn't in a talking mood answered him fo us. "Uh, y-yes, we're from y/c actually."

He nodded stiffly. "Ah, n-no way, you know I have a cousin who moved there last year!" He said, trying to sound upbeat.

Mom forced a smile. "Oh wow, really? Small world huh? Where?"

"//a place in y/c//" He said with a bit of a chuckle.

She smiled and nodded but said nothing, effectively killing the small conversation.

A quiet moment passed once more before the driver spoke up again, but he didn't bother looking back at you through the mirror this time. "Look, I don't wanna be rude but... you'll have to keep track of your emotions here."

I looked up to the mirror, intensely watching his eyes stare at the road ahead, as if daring him look me in the eye. But I knew if he did I'd look away.

"I'm sure you all know about the akuma's and Hawkmoth and all that, but lately his influence is getting passively stronger and emotions are running high around here." He finally moved his old, wrinkle framed sight back to you through the mirror. "So I suggest that you steer clear trouble, it'll make living here a whole lot better for everyone."

I took a moment to mull that over. He was right, but if I'm being quite honest, I'm not a very empathetic person when it comes to other people I don't know. I'm not proud of it, but it's true.

However he makes a good point, it would much easier if for everyone in Paris, including my family, if there were as few akuma attacks as possible.

I nodded. "Okay, it won't happen again."

His face wrinkled into a kind smile. "Thank you miss."

Only a few minutes later we got to our new home. We unloaded all our luggage, waved the man goodbye then headed into the apartment building.

Upon opening the door a waft of apple and jasmine greeted us, however after the initial pleasantness, a cool yet stuffy smell of sitting laundry shone through.

The place was not glamorous by any means, and it was quite a bit smaller than our last home but it seemed to have everything we needed. A kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms and a living room with a not-so-great view of the back ally behind the building.

But I was a bit too emotionally exhausted to care about how cheap the place felt in comparison to the steep price.

I knew Charlie would have something to say about this place if he were in better spirits, but upon looking at him he was probably in a lot worse of a mood than you and just wanted to sleep.

I couldn't blame him.

He shuffled his way into the partly furnished house and made haste towards our now shared room. I didn't particularly mind that we were sharing a room. After all I wasn't planning on having anyone over to the apartment anyway, let alone my room.

I paused for a moment as it hit me, I had Evee to worry about now too. How was I going to keep her a secret from Charlie?!

I looked down at my purse with the zipper slightly open to see Evee frowning up at me.

Oh crap.. she's not happy with me.

"Welcome to our new life Y/n." Mom said gently before ushering me farther into the apartment. I tried to roll with what was happening but the deadly glare I was getting from the bag was a good motivator to do what the kwami wanted.

Mom began to smile widely, thinking about the future that was held here. "Oh I can't wait for all the adventures we're going to have here! We can tour the city and eat baguettes or maybe-!"

Before she could go on I hurriedly interrupted her. "Yeah! Heh, Can't wait! It'll be a blast for sure! Ha! Speaking of blast I gotta go!" And with that I made a beeline for the bathroom. Leaving her standing there, a bit confused but she didn't seem to mind since it gave her time to look out the window and survey the surrounding area.

Once I stepped foot inside I locked the door behind me and turned on the old water faucet. It sputtered for a couple seconds then ran smoothly down into the white sink.

Evee zipped into the air in front of my face. "Y/n!" Her voice squeaked angrily.

"Yeah I know." I said timidly looking at the fuming bunny floating close enough to see the whites of her eyes.

"You punched him in the face!" She cried out smacking her nubs to her cheeks. A small, guilty groan left me as I ran my hand through my hair. "I know."

"You're supposed to save people from akumas! Not cause them!" She seemed extremely upset about this as she swung her little arms all about, almost like she was throwing a temper tantrum.

"I know Evee." I sighed and let my head fall back before walking forward and leaning on the sink in front of me, making Evee float around my head and look at me through the mirror.

"We need to get you trained, and quick. You shouldn't be doing these types of things!" The serious tone in her voice was almost off putting, but she was made to protect and help humanity so it was only natural for her to feel so strongly about situations like this.

"...I know..." I grumbled and peered into my mirrors eye. However a sudden, dramatic gasp from Mom made me snap from the conversation and turn off the faucet, listening carefully. Evee seemed to pick up on the sudden mood change as her ears stood tall, turning once and a while to listen in all directions.

It was quiet.

Until Evee's large eyes became wide and her little jaw fell Evee so slightly before she turned to me. Her words seemed to lace perfectly with the exact same words Mom said out in the living room. "There's an akuma!"

I felt my heart spike in fear and I was left speechless. Evee and I peeked out the door to see the TV, broadcasting live from the airport we'd just been at.

Evee groaned worriedly and looked up at me to my matching worried expression. Her little nose was sniffing uncontrollably.

There was the man from the airport, covered in an obscure outfit that looked like shattered glass. The words 'New Akuma victim Unlucky Break: level 6 villain' slid along the bottom of the screen. I probably wouldn't have been worried if it weren't for him yelling about how he's like 'a mirror that so many people had carelessly broken', and he was 'the seven years bad luck catching up to anyone who hurt him.'

I was the latest addition to his hit-list for sure and would most likely grab his attention soon. I couldn't let him hurt Charlie, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he did and I had a way to prevent it.

I looked down to Evee, hope mixed with a tinge of fear what was coming brimmed inside.

Evee picked up on it and smiled brilliantly. "Oh! This is perfect! You can fix what you did!-" She exclaimed happily as she flew into the purse, talking excitedly as I ran to the door. "-And you can get some saving-people practice in!"

I didn't mean to sound rude, but my mind was focused on a hundred different things at the moment and my fear was starting to climb to new heights. "I know!" I cried out with an embarrassing voice crack.

I shut the door firmly behind me, making my ignorant mother turn around confused. "Y/n?"