Noir gone Blanc (UNDER REVISION)

Chilling with Blanc (Chapter 12)

The next morning (Or at least that's what I guesses) I opened my eyes, feeling a warm body still against me. Chat Blanc had spooned me all night. He really did love me, and it made me feel guilty the way I had been acting. Although what he had done wasn't right, he was just corrupted by the akuma. It really was just a scared boy behind the white mask, who loved fun and good times.

I turned over to face Chat, and yelped when I saw his eyes were open, and his mouth turned up in a smile. I backed up quickly, holding my hand over my beating heart.

"Good morning, M'lady," Chat said, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Kitty! You scared me!" I said, accidentally letting Kitty slip out of my mouth. I blushed, turning away. There was no way that I just blushed in front of Chat Blanc.

"What's the red on your face for, Princess?" Chat said, teasing me. "You falling for me?"

"It's just hot in here, that's all," I murmured.

"Maybe you should take off your shirt," Chat said. "That'll cool you off."

"Ummm, no," I said bluntly. Stretching, I got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Surprisingly, there was a toothbrush for me, and anything a girl could need. I picked up a hairbrush, and it was a nice one too.

"Like it?" A voice asked, and I turned around quickly. Chat stood there, leaning against the wall.

"I may have the power of destruction," Chat said, "but I can create objects too."

I panicked for a second, asking, "You didn't use the ladybug miraculous, right?"

"Of course not, M'lady. My power goes beyond what it did before." I mentally breathed a sigh of relief, and started to brush my hair. I could tell that he was staring at me through the mirror, but I ignored it. That is, until he grabbed my hand with brush in it.

"Allow me, M'lady?" He asked. I knew even if I said no, he would keep insisting, so I nodded. He led me over to the bed, and starting brushing out the knots in my hair. It was so crazy how gentle he could be, especially knowing the damage he could cause. I could almost imagine, that if I turned my head, Chat's tongue would be sticking out slightly, and he would be so focused on each individual knot.

We sat there in silence, while he brushed out my hair. He finally put the brush down with a thump sound on the bed. He ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt kind of nice.

"I love your hair down like this," Chat said, still playing with my hair.

"Really?" I asked, curious.

"Yes," he answered. "You look beautiful with your hair up too, but with your hair down," he sighed, "It shapes your face well, and it makes you even prettier."

I blushed, not sure what to say.

"Chat got your tongue?" Chat Blanc joked. I surprised him, and myself, when I kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for the compliment," I murmured. Chat, still surprised, held his hand up to where I kissed him. My stomach growled, and I realized I hadn't eat much in the last week.

"I could go for some food," I said, trying to brush off the thanks I gave to him. Chat shook his head slightly, and smiled.

"Well, it makes sense," he grinned, "You've barely eaten at all this past week."

"Hmm, I wonder why?" I sarcastically pondered, and Chat laughed in the background. I grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him to get him to stop. He yowled when it hit him, and I laughed.

"You wound me, m'lady," Chat Blanc feigned, acting like he was hurt.

"You'll be fine Chat," I said, hopping off the bed. "Can we go downstairs? It's kind of blinding in here."

"You don't like white?" He asked, also standing up.

"I prefer black," I said walking out of the room. Chat frowned, but said nothing. We joked with each other all the way to the kitchen, and it reminded me of the good old times. When we reached the kitchen, I looked around for ingredients. Pulling out everything I needed to make croissants, I motioned Chat Blanc over.

"Help me with the eggs, will you?" I asked, already into the baking mindset.

"I don't know how to cook," Chat mumbled. I didn't hear him, so I asked him to repeat it.

"I don't know how to cook." I looked at him, confused, but it made sense, seeing as he was Adrien, the model who had everything done for him.

"Okay, just let me show you." For the next hour, we worked slowly, as I taught Chat how to cook. We joked, teased, and just had plain old fun. Every time I saw a glimpse of Chat Noir behind the white mask, it made me sad, just wondering what I could do.

Finally, the croissants went into the oven, and we just awkwardly stood there, wondering what to do.

"Sooo," I said, breaking the silence. "What do you do now that photoshoots and classes aren't an option?" Chat stayed silent for a moment, apparently thinking.

"I like to play video games," Chat Blanc responded, motioning for me to follow him. I glanced over at the oven, worried about the croissants burning.

"Don't worry about them," he said. "I'll know when they're ready. After all, this is my world, and I know everything that's happening."

I rolled my eyes at the comment, and followed him to a room I never knew he had. It was like a man cave, but just for him. The ironic thing was that it was black.

He saw that I noticed the room was black, and he huffed. "For some reason, this room won't turn white, it stays this way," Chat said, plopping down on the couch.

In my mind, I believed that it was because a part of Adrien/Chat Noir was still there, and this room showed the real him. I walked over, gently sat down, and grabbed a controller.

"Let's play then," I said, and he smiled. For the next half hour, we played, him losing, and me crushing him. For the thirty rounds we played, I won 29 of them, and I let him win the last one. Chat celebrated when he won, doing victory laps around the room. I chuckled, seeing the true Chat shine through.

When Chat finally finished his victory laps, he sat down, panting.

"I..finally..won," he said, letting his head fall back on the couch.

"That you did," I smirked. "Don't you think we should check on the croissants now?" Chat raised his head to look at me, and smiled.

"Sure princess," Chat said, as he hopped up, and held his hand out to me. I took it, and he scooped me up, surprising me yet again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my arms crossed.

"Carrying my Princess of course," Chat responded. I smiled, although not letting him see. Mentally, I slapped myself. Why did I care so much?

Was it possible that I was falling for Chat Noir's alter ego, Chat Blanc?