"What have I done?"
I asked myself this, seeing the tail of Chat go by briefly. Putting my hands on the sides of my hands, I felt myself slipping into a panic attack. We had gotten too close, and he just stopped by too often. This was all my fault.
All my fault...
Chat Noir POV:
Marinette's ladybug....
Why was I upset? My lady and Princess are the same person. I wasn't supposed to know, and yet we had gotten too close. Shadowmoth was going to find out, and it was because of me. I felt myself emotionally spiraling, down, down. The last thing I saw was a purple butterfly, too close to get away.
It was all my fault...
Marinette's POV:
I was panicking, breathing harder and harder. What had I done? Tikki was rubbing my shoulder, trying to calm me down.
"Marinette, calm down, Chat's gonna need you."
"I c-can't c-c-calm d-down," I said, hiccuping and trying to breathe. What if he got akumatized again? What if he showed up again? We sat for at least half an hour, trying to calm down. When I finally did settle, it was getting dark outside. I didn't want to go out, but I had to check on Chat, wherever he was.
"T-tikki, spots on," I murmured, my voice still shaky from earlier. Slipping out onto the balcony, I reeled my arm back to swing my yoyo. For over an hour I searched for him, slightly calling his name, as not to wake the citizens of Paris.
Around 1 am, I dragged myself back to my house, trying to convince myself that Chat had just gone home, and actually fine. I went to lift the trapdoor and plop down on my bed, when someone slammed it down. They were fast, fast enough for me to not see. I tensed up, looking around me. I slightly heard a thump behind me, but I kept still. The person reached around and covered my eyes, even though it was dark. My stomach sunk, worried that it could be Him.
"Guess who?" The voiced drawled out. I froze, it couldn't be! But that cruel voice was indeed...
"Chat Blanc, m'lady. Did you miss me?"
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Noir gone Blanc (UNDER REVISION)
FanfictionTHIS STORY IS UNDER REVISION. PLEASE EXCUSE THE CHANGES IN WRITING STYLES. I made this when I was like 14, and I'm 18 now, so I'm fixing it. I ran as he chased me, his white claws just brushing the tips of my bluebell hair as he tried to grab at me...