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  He looks at his ring in dismay. What good could his power do?

 It was the power of destruction.

Author's note:
 This story takes place years into the future with the great-grandson of the previous ladybug and chat noir.

   Kevin Joe Agreste II, sighed.

    I do not understand.

 Why was I given the burden of this powerful miraculous?

   I can not afford Camembert, so I give my kwami cheddar instead.

   At least, Plagg does not seem to mind.

   I  am not sure how I can be a hero.

    I do not have what it takes.

    Besides, how can  I do anything so grand?

     I struggle to make good grades in school.

     I  have a job that does not pay much.

    No car, so I ride my bicycle to work.

   I have no girlfriend.

   I do have a crush, but there is no way she would go for a guy like me.

    There must be some reason I was chosen.

  I am nobody.

A nobody with no future.

  Yes, that is me, alright.

  "Boy, you will see together with Ladybug's power of creation, you will be great."

    "Ladybug, hmm, I do not think she even exists except in made-up stories of the past."

    "She is real."

     "She has not figured out everything, so she needs you to encourage her."

    " Who me, you want me to encourage a girl?"

    I shook my head.

  Plagg must be wrong.

   "Look, I can not possibly be this Chat Noir because I had to repeat the third grade, and  I did not learn to talk til I was almost three."

   "Enough of your excuses  because you are to be the new Chat Noir."

   The next thing I knew, I was wearing a leather suit from head to toe.

    It came with a mask.  Well, good at least when I humiliate myself my identity will remain in tact.

   I  left with a baton and twirled it.

   I had no idea what to do. Not the slightest clue.

  I met Ladybug and followed her lead.

  I wondered if this was how my great-grandfather felt when he was given the miraculous years ago.

  No, he was probably less of a coward than me.

 I  helped in the battle.

 I heard ladybug call out her lucky charm.

 I tried not to laugh when she got a ladybug brooch.

  I watched her try to decide how to use it.

 Meanwhile, I ran towards the villain and disintegrated the wall behind him.

   The akuma flew loose.

 The bug ran after it and caught it.

She used the brooch to restore everything back to normal.

 Wow, I was impressed.

Perhaps, this job was not so bad after all. Not when it brought me here, the new Ladybug, the woman who stole my heart and cause me to feel things I had not in years.

 Somehow I felt with her help the power of destruction was not that bad at all.

the end

Until the next Miraculous one-shot story,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!