Lost in the Stars

Soaking in the Universe

PROLOGUE:

Chat,
I didn't know. I didn't know how naive and blind I had been. All those years wishing for something that had been standing right in front of me, practically screaming my name. Part of me wishes I could tell you that I regret everything, because deep down we know it is too dangerous. I wish I could tell you that I don't love you and that we are better off without each other. But I can't lie to you anymore, Chaton. You are the center of my solar system. You always have been. From the moment I saw those eyes, I knew... it was you. It's always been you. I regret nothing. But right now I need you more than ever. You are my only hope. Please. Find me.
-LB

P.S. Tell Tikki I miss her.

ONE MONTH EARLIER:

"Pound it!" I fist bumped Chat Noir, my partner in crime, ride or die side kick. He stretched his long arms up, cracking his knuckles.

"Just another day, another akumatized villain m'lady." He flashed his bright white teeth at me, and slung an arm around my shoulder.

"Oh, kitty." I laughed and shoved him off.

His badge started beeping, signalling he was going to change in a few minutes. "I should go. I'll see you around Bugaboo." He saluted and took off, leaping over rooftops, until he was completely out of sight.

Chat Noir and I have been fighting crime in Paris for nearly two years. I couldn't tell you, but even though we've been fighting almost the same few things every time, I don't get bored. In fact, nothing makes me feel more exhilarated than seeing his bright green eyes and tall dark figure standing next to me, usually trying to flirt or squeeze a pun in somewhere. You see, when I'm Ladybug, I am no longer just Marinette Dupain-Cheng; clumsy, awkward, oblivious daughter of a Parisian baker. I am powerful, witty, smart and... important. Needed. It's like I'm a different person. When I'm Ladybug, I am someone completely different. Almost alien. Chat Noir is the only other person in the world who I feel can truly relate to me in this sense. That's one of the reasons why I love him so much, whether he knows it or not.

"Beep, beep." My own badge began signaling me.

"Oh, time to go." I threw my yo-yo across the way, until it latched around a tall building in front of me. I zipped out of there, heading back towards my home nestled in the heart of Paris. Wisps of hair blew out of my face as I glided delicately through the air, a mere rose petal surfing on gusts of wind. It's funny how clear one's mind can get from one hundred and thirty feet above the ground. From up here I swore I was infinite.

I touched upon the rooftop balcony of my home, making sure no one was able to see me.

"Spots off." I whispered, as my Ladybug facade faded away. My kwami Tikki quickly emerged.

"Hello, Marinette!" She smiled brightly as she zoomed from my miraculous.

"Hi Tikki." I giggled as she twirled around me. "Hungry?" I pulled out a macaroon from my pocket.

"Thanks!" She took a small bite from it, as her eyes drifted off towards the sunset happening before us.

My eyes naturally were pulled towards the masterpiece of a view as well. The dying sun was dipping below the far off buildings, illuminating the ever-prominent Eiffel Tower in front of me. The noise in my mind soon was washed out by a symphony of silence. In this moment there was nothing; no fears, stress or worries. Just pure bliss. Perhaps this was one of the best parts about Paris. Moments where you could just soak in the universe.

I rested my cheek against my palm, which lay on the railing of my balcony. The soft glow quickly reminded me of someone... the one. Adrien. His locks of golden hair and eyes greener than the algae on my mom's fish tank. Ew Marinette, that's gross, I thought to myself as I bunched up my nose. Uh, let me think of a different comparison. Hm... emeralds? No, they didn't do justice. In fact, nothing perhaps did justice to the beauty that were his eyes. Or even him in general. He was everything and nothing at the same time, because I'm not sure there is one single thing more desirable or valuable than this boy himself. I cringed at the way I held Adrien Agreste and life itself at the same standard. For some odd reason, I just did. I couldn't even help it.

The smell of fresh croissants filled my nostrils. "Come on Tikki," I detached my eyes from the Bob Ross of a sunset, and headed across the patio to my bedroom stairs.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for checking this out, feel free to leave any comments or ideas you have for future chapters. Enjoy lovelies!

Xx,
Quibs