Miraculous Moments [Miraculous LadyBug Fanfic]

Creazione and Rovina

He looked around the city, the air filled with the smell of people and of rat. They scurried about in their uptight clothing, covering their tired skin with fake signs of wealth just so they could fit in the prestige that was the House.

Outside, through a narrow window he gazed through the candle light and watched the audience settle, yelling at one another for seats, ushers calming them, even actors and set members wandering the stage for last minute preparations. He looked directly down finding a young boy looking directly up. The boy grinned widely, croaked teeth showing off; then tilted his small hat up and waved at the window gazer then waved him down so he could be accompanied.

The gazer took a sweeping glance around before hopping off the ledge and landing on bended knees. Behind a hurried audience that would only have heard a pat of feet hitting the ground, the two boys scurried away and around the crowd. Still behind them, they settled by formed midsection of seating to get a clear view of the stage.

There stood a man — a small man, in all black attire. His well-crafted leather boots stretched up to his knees which was further led by his leggings. Over tightly sewn under sweater was a simple jerkin, a thin cape flared out behind him—all dark as night. His gloved hands flashed out dramatically, and he tossed his masked eyes down and his mouth moved. It was the word that everyone has heard before. "Combures." And a new word. "in manibus meis."

The ambiance grew thick in anticipation and silence over took the House. The candles that light the room flickered as wind began to pick up. The walls collected the air and rolled it around, pulling everything in with it. The house roared and groaned against it, and just in a swift movement, the wind switched its direction and snapped avert thing pulled and more. The stage was torn apart and the curtains above were shredded. Debris flew in the air and crumbled the outer stage. Under his hands a fire grew and grew. The masked man smirked.

His palms were facing down onto the fire, and in a second he tossed them up right and the flames spread out towards the crowd. The people shrieked and some tried to scramble out of their seats. However, the crowd was in shock when he flipped his palms back over and pushed his arms back to step forward. The fire moved opposite and died behind him in seconds leaving only black scorch marks that shadowed two black cats looming behind him, threatening those who'd came near.

Silence . . .

An abrupt roar of cheers bounced around the large room and echoed outside. The boys stood petrified from the rubble that nearly buried them alive. Yet, they slowly smiled in awe at the man as he grinned with his pearl teeth and gave a grand sweeping bow. The crowd cheered and cheered. He then whisked out a baton from his sleeve, pointing to the right end of the stage. He thanked the crowd and turned to someone backstage. He bobbed his head left from where he looked, as though beckoning a friend.

Out came a tall man, dressed in crimson with thick leather boats, thick clothed gloves, and a mask similar to the other man— all black. He bowed to the people which earned greater cheers, then waved his hands out like from before and crossed them over himself.

He knelt down to the ground and let his hands spread out on the splintered stage. His eyes were closed as he spoke, "Afferte fortuna in manus meas." Slowly he rose back up and with him followed all the fire, wood, shatter glasses, clothes, soot, and metal. He clamped his fists and swung them out. In a whirlwind of flying debris, everything flung passed the audience and the men on stage. A red swarm covered every inch of the House for a moment until they flew out the windows.

Everyone was sitting in their untouched seats, staring at a well-polished stage where two men had preformed. They both took a sweeping bow before leaving the people to marvel and demand an encore.

The boys watching from the aisle awed at the magic just witnessed. "Max. Did you see it?" the crocked toothed boy asked. "They were amazing. Rovina set the entire room on fire and —"

"Suen, I was right next to you," the other laughed.

"Oh, right." he chuckled. "Sorry."

Looking back at the empty stage, where now stood a lad announcing the next performers, Max smiled. "Want to look for them?"

The crocked toothed boy smiled widely and the older boy roughed up his hair. Up front, Max dashed off around the crowed and towards the door with Suen stomping behind and grasping his hat. Slipping passed the large and small, they finally made it out the door and around the building.

"Which way?" gasped Alphonzo.

Max turned his head around, looking at both streets, quickly dashing to the left with the other boy trailing behind.

Once the crocked toothed boy caught up, he saw Max skid to a halt in front to the two performers. He was cowering behind a corner, calling his friend to stay close. Alphonzo shifted over and watched the two performers.

The small man in the cap and jerkin sighed and even glared at his partner. His hand swept over his head as though peeling off a hat that revealed a regal length of long smooth red hair with leather cat-like ear. The taller man smiled at the other (now presumed girl). "You did well for this run."

She shook her head then flipped the cap around her shoulders and tied the ends together. "I still think it was too loud. Back home, at least I could sleep at night, before. . . You know." she said her voice thick in Scot.

The man sighed in defeat, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not that bad. Everyone loves to see magic. If we keep this up then we can definitely make enough for life."

"But shouldn't we be looking for the jade and honey?"

"We are, just making a living along the way."

She rolled her eyes and began to walk towards the boys, but paused. They held their breath as she stuck her nose up and frowned. "Someone's here." She turned to him, narrowed eyes. "Creaz."

"Right," he said. He pulled out his whip and lashed it out in the air. A moment later it formed into two short swords.

She turned back towards the boys. "Come out. We know you're there, don't try to hide."

Alphonzo stared at the flared woman and the steadied man, both glaring harshly in their direction via a small glass piece. He stared at Max, helpless.

Said boy frantically looked around for anything that could help, but realized he was in an alleyway from a theatre. He sucked in some air and heaved out a sigh. He grabbed the boy's wrist and hulled him out. He lifted his hands in the air and Alphonzo copied.

The woman glared at them, her rapier gleamed in the moonlight. The man raised an eyebrow and loosened his stance. "Their just children." he said.

"Children with big ears it seems." she growled.

"Vina, they didn't do anything and you don't even know if they—"

"They didn't just arrive. I heard footsteps before, but they seemed to walk away. Seems I was wrong."

He sighed. "Forgive her. She gets tense over the smallest things."

"I do not!"

Max nodded vigorously and Alphonzo copied. "We're sorry, Sir. We didn't mean to overhear anything." He looked towards the crocked toothed boy, who was clueless and swing at the pair. "My brother and I are just amazed by your talents."

The tall man turned to the woman and smiled gently. "We have admirers."
She turned her head as though to ignore them. "What are your name?" he asked patiently.

"My name is Maxhiem and this is—"

"I'm Alphonzo, but you can call me Zo."

The man nodded. "And you said you were brothers, correct?" Max nodded quickly with a short yes. "My name is Creazione. And this rurally kitty is Rovina."