Sapphire orbs scanned the Venice waterways, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Just waiting for the signal to continue.

The owner of those orbs was a young woman, who sat upon a building overlooking the waterways. She was clothed in tight Black, orange, and white spandex. White fur ringed from her neck to her collarbone, as well as her elbows, and knees. Her sides, back, below the knees, and elbows were covered in black, while everything from her breasts to just above her hips were white, and the rest is orange. The mask that she wore was half black and orange, which graced the bottom. Where the whites of her eyes should be was a light sky colour, and her irises a lovely sapphire. Her dark brown hair was braided to just below her waist. The rich brown of her hair faded to orange halfway down, and the tips were graced with a lovely white. Atop her head graced two silicon, fox-like ears that were orange, and tipped with black. Behind her flicked a long, illusionary tail: it was orange, but about three-quarters of the way it fades to white, before it turns to midnight tips.

Her ears flicked as a thud sounded behind her. With a puff of black smoke, a deep brown flute appeared in her hands. Swiftly getting into a battle stance, she got ready to strike the intruder behind her.

"Tenere esso, la formazione è finita piccolo kit. (Hold it, training is over kit.)" a masculine voice sounded as she swiftly turned to see her instructor, the wielder of the miraculous of leadership. In other words, the wolf miraculous.

Lupo Grigio could be quite the striking figure when he wanted to be, but his looks were always drowned out by the ever present scowl. His amber eyes pierced her azure gaze as his short white hair hair softly swayed with her braid in a breeze.

Her eyes narrowed, "Non ho bisogno di questa formazione stupido, comunque (I don't need this stupid training, anyway.)," a scowl made it's way to her tan face, "Posso ricordo quanti anni ho, cucciolo? (May I remind you how old I am, pup?)"

Lupo sighed as he looked over the guardian. Of course he knew how old she was, who didn't? She was only one of the two longest living guardians. Volpe, the wielder of the miraculous of lies, and illusions. And Jade, the wielder of the miraculous of wisdom, and knowledge. He still couldn't fathom how she still looked young, while Jade might as be a prune from how old he looks.

Volpe rolled her eyes, "Allora ... perché ci fermiamo comunque? (So… why are we stopping anyway?)" her sapphire eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked over his gray suit, "Aspetta, no, non mi dica; i nostri piccoli Farfalla andato canaglia di nuovo? (Wait, no, don't tell me; our little Butterfly has gone rogue again?)"

He sighed, "Sì. A Parigi. (Yes. In Paris.)"

"Cucciolo. Fanculo la mia vita immortale. (Whelp. Fuck my immortal life.)"

^.^

He couldn't believe it. Was the Fox truly back?

Plagg continued to stare intently out of the oversized window from where he sat at it's bottom.

His acid green eyes widened, and his slitted pupils became near impossible to see as the realisation dawned on him. Oh, both and guardian and kwami were gonna be pissed when they found out that Papillon created an akuma basically mimicking them.

He snickered in mischievous glee. That would be fun to watch.

^.^

Tikki bolted up as she sensed something she had not felt for at least two hundred years. The Fox was back. Her cerulean eyes widened in fear when she did not sense her partner, instead she felt one that was not supposed to be partnered with anyone. The Wolf. Her eyes narrowed, the Wolf miraculous was not supposed to be partnered with anyone, especially the Fox. The Wolf thrives upon order, and prefers to be in charge, while the Fox loves to prank, and prefers to be in charge of herself.

The kwami of creation sighed with narrowed eyes as her charge's alarm went off. If the Fox has awoken, then where was her partner?

Where was her Paon?