The Miraculous Tale of Red Beetle & Chat Noir

The Pharaoh

Outside the Dupain-Cheng House, Alya was filming right in front of the bakery

"Don't blink now, 'cause we are live from Paris. Yo peeps, Alya here, bringing you the one and only Beetleblog." Alya greeted before she looked up hearing a helicopter.

"Huh?"

Red Beetle had flew by slightly shouting as he was dragged by the helicopter from his yo-yo, dropping a book.

"Red Beetle in action. Hang on 'cause we're going for a ride." Alya ran towards the book and picked it up. "What you got here is no ordinary book, it's a tenth grade history book. And I should know, 'cause I've got this very same book. Could our very own Red Beetle be a high school student in real life?" Alya whispered.

Marcel groaned and leaned back in his chair. "How?"

"What's done is done; we can't change what happened. We can only move forward. Alya cannot find out who you are. You know how persistent she can be with her blog totally dedicated to Red Beetle."

"And how are we gonna do that? As you just said, she's persistent is."

"It will all work out, trust me. Everyone has a past they can learn from." Tikki assured before the Kawmi flew to the keyboard and typed on it, bringing up a page of Egyptian Pharaohs. "This'll show you why."

"An exhibition at the Louvre? On the Pharaoh Tutankhamun? What exactly has that have to do with my book and Alya?"

"You need to persuade Alya to go there with you, and make sure she brings the book. You'll tell her you found out something about Red Beetle."

Skeptic it about, Marcel raised an eyebrow at her. "At the Louvre?"

Tikki smiled. "You'll see!"

"Well, I don't know how I'm gonna convince Alya to go to an Egyptian exhibit, much less convince her that I'm not Red Beetle." Marcel grumbled, annoyed by Alya persisting nature.

"She'll be interested, and so will you. Promise."

/RB\

Outside the Louvre, Alya and Marcel walked out the bus that stopped at the bus stop.

Crossing the sidewalk towards the Louvre, Alya started talking, "Can you believe it? All I gotta do is find to do who this history book belongs to and BAM!" Alya bumped her fist, "I figure out Red Beetle's civilian identity! I'm so on this one!"

"You really think you could figure out who Red Beetle is from a textbook that every high school student owns?" Marcel asked, skeptical, as he and Alya walked down the stairs to the entrance.

Alya paused in the middle of the stairs, grinned, and grabbed Marcel by the shoulders. "Yep, 'cause our school is the only school that uses that book! HA!" Alya laughed, letting go of Marcel, continuing to walk down the stairs. "So, all I gotta do is find out which student in tenth grade lost their history book last week. There are forty-three students, not counting myself-." Marcel grimaced slightly and interrupted her, and jogged up to her.

"Forty-two, not counting you or me."

Alya paused in her steps again and elbowed Marcel in the stomach who grunted. "Hmm, yesterday somebody didn't have their textbook in class."

Annoyed by the hit to the gut, Marcel glared at her, "I left it at home, didn't check my backpack." Marcel gritted out due to slight pain from the hit.

Alya chuckled not noticing the glare and started walking again, "Just messing with you, Marcel. Of course I'll only drop you from my investigation when you bring your history book back to class." Alya said, while Marcel jogged to catch up to her.