The Miraculous Which Was Never Hers

Just The Two Of Us

"She's right here."

The silence was pensive, and Iris almost regretted saying those words. Everything was suddenly very still. The busy bustling cars and the murmurs of the constant public chatter which could barely be heard from their location suddenly quelled. The world relapsed into a colossal sphere of solitude. The wind stopped moving and the lights stopped shining.

It was dark.

And it was silent.

"..."

The lights suddenly came back on. The streets started moving again. Her long hair played with the now passing wind again. Maybe it really happened that way. Maybe it didn't. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe everyone in Paris experienced it too. Maybe the world really did stop for a moment, Maybe it didn't.

"Chat?" Her voice was tentative, unsure. Eyes staring questionably into his own. Small, glistening orbs of blue gazing deep into shaking pools of green.

"You're kidding, right?" His half-confused-half-anxious voice broke the silence. 

"Wish I was-" She said, unsure again.

"I don't see her anywhere!" He tilted his head in several directions, even trying to take a look at the lower floors.

"Chat-"

She dumbfoundedly stared at him, mouth agape. This had to be a whole new level of dumbassery.

"Is she hiding? But how did you see her?" He kept looking, comically using his baton as a magnifying glass.

"Did you give her the mouse miraculous back? Is she tiny again?" He searched in some of the nooks and cracks and screws of the massive tower, zooming in on them using the camera equipped with his baton.

"Chat no-"

"Is she in your hair? She mentioned, as Multimouse, her tiny self loved sleeping in my hair before, but that was partially due to my cat ears providing a sort of soft cushion she could lean back against-" He was about to reach out to shuffle her hair to find 'Multimouse' but stopped before his stray hand got any further, after all, it would be rude to touch a lady's hair without permission.

Frantically, without giving Iris an opportunity to speak, he disregarded the possibility of her having a miraculous and climbed to the topmost platform of the tower.

"She's not here either-" Realization seemed to hit him as he stared at Iris. Her blue, galactic eyes stared back.

She shifted uncomfortably, knowing he'd have guessed it.

"Wait but you-"

Her hands twitched, much like her insides, in turmoil. 

"How would she even get up this high?!" 

"..."

huh.

h u h .

She almost couldn't believe his words.

He-

He thought 'Marinette' was actually up here?

Here?

On the Eiffel Tower?

On top of the Eiffel Tower?

In the middle of the night?

He believed Marinette was here, on top of the Eiffel Tower, in the middle of the night without somehow him noticing?

Was he serious-