2 Years Later

Ladybug swung across the rooftop on her yo-yo. She was in full battle mode, vision sharp and hearing acute. She was waiting on Chat Noir to show up. Of course, she knew where he was. They had moved in together in their own apartment little over a few months ago. He was at a business meeting for the new designing business he had started, rivalling his Fathers company. It was steadily climbing up the ranks. She had already contacted him, but he hadn't picked up. She left a voice message. He was no doubt in the middle of the meeting. 

She dodged an attack and aimlessly swung her yoyo. This was a tough one. Love akumas were always the hardest to defeat. 

As far as she could tell, this one came with a tragic story.

She sheltered behind a post, dodging another spray of bullets. This akuma was also different in a sense that it spewed bullets, and not magic. She briefly wondered what had happened to cause this development as she leaped through the air. Never before had she fought against bullets. 

She heard a bullet whiz past her ear as she flipped.

She retreated and swung back behind a building. There was no way she could do this alone. She retrieved her yoyo and shouted her magic words

"Lucky Charm!"

Her eyes widened as a spotty revolver lay in her hands. She had gotten a gun before, but...a face-off with a villain? The idea frightened her.

She cocked the gun, just in case and put it inside her magic yoyo for later use. She didn't want to risk accidentally setting it off in the middle of a fight. She peered from her hiding place to look at the villain. She couldn't see a plan at the moment and couldn't find any place the Akuma could be trapped in.  She took the gun out and placed it on the floor as she left Chat Noir another message. Just as she pressed send, she felt the blood rush into her face as she jerked forward. 

Blood soaked into Ladybugs suit, radiating outward from her chest. She felt as if she had been whacked with a baseball bat on the chest, but felt no pain. Instead, she felt waves pulse inside of her as she slumped against the wall. she held her chest to stop the bleeding, and felt the consciousness slowly fading away from her. She managed to see piercing green eyes fringed with anger, confusion, sorrow and more anger, flashes of black and a butterfly in a cup. 

She was disorientated and recalled being carried, her transformation released as she was pulled into a wave of darkness.

To  be continued