Running back

Presents

"What happened to not discovering her identity?", Fluff asked. I shrugged and turned to her.

"Maybe that's why the universe sent me, it knew I would break the rules", I smirked. Fluff scoffed and started going through the timeline.

I tried to watch, only to get a bowl slammed on my head. "Ow!", I yelled rubbing my head underneath the bowl.

"Stop your whining, I've got to get you home Le Chi-", she was cut off. "Kim, just Kim", I smiled.

I could practically feel her nodding. "Well anyway, I've got to get you home", she finished. I nodded and waited till I heard her sigh.

"Here you are, your home timeline", Fluff said, the tiredness in her voice catching up with her. I took off the bowl and turned to her.

"Thanks for the help Kim", she smiled. I nodded and stepped towards the timeline.

I turned back and looked at Fluff, "get some sleep timetraveler", I smirked and was gone before she could respond.

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I walked home in the darkness of four a.m., I was exhausted. But time traveling always does that to me.

I walked through a back alley turning towards the Bourgeois hotel. Chloe had lent me a room until I could get an apartment.

I walked through the doors to be met by none other than Chloe herself. Just seeing her led me to a flash back or really a flash forward of her limp lifeless body that had washed up on shore.

I shook my head and listened to what she said without even looking up from her magazine. "I've been waiting for you yanno", she said.

She looked up from the newest magazine featuring Juleka and gave me the stink eye. "Where have you been?", Chloe asked.

Me and Chloe had gotten pretty close while I was in New York, about three years ago she had realized how she had been acting was 'utterly ridiculous' so she apologized to everyone, which meant getting ahold of me.

So we'd talked a lot ever since. "I got akumatized", I stated, trying to walk past and ignore the smart blonde who knew how to push all my buttons.

"So who did you watch die this time?", she asked. "Or is this about someone that doesn't die young?", Chloe continued.

Chloe was the only one that knew many of our friends died young, so she obviously knew my identity.

I stopped and turned to look at her. Her face was stern but she looked so different, didn't look at all like she did when we were kids.

She had her hair pulled back into a bun instead of her usual ponytail, she had dyed a few black streaks in her hair making her hair really stand out, she also had a few paintbrushes stuck in her bun and a black paint smudge on her cheek.

She'd really gotten into painting with Nath and Marc after I'd left, they became this inseparable trio.

Over the years, she'd taken more into my style than her mothers, she wore a oversized sweatshirt that was mainly yellow with a gray stripe through it, she also wore gray leggings that were the same brand as her half sister Zoe's although I wouldn't get to see her since she had just flown to Japan.

I knew she had a few tattoos on her arms but they were covered up right now. I had actually been planning to get some cool tattoos on my arms recently.

She wore these really cool looking tennis shoes, black and blue in color. She didn't wear much makeup these days, you'd be lucky to see her in nail polish.