01-01-22, 12:00 am
New year, the gleeful screams drowning in the deafening bursting of fireworks and claps coming from apartments, houses, and roads. The colorful explosions illuminated the inky sky with its bright colors; they boomed loudly overhead. In every corner, there were lights and bursts of pure joy; the night air was heavy and smelled of smoke that stung the nose. France was glittering beneath the moon's streaks of light — each thought of each citizen reflecting on the past twelve months.
The girl on her balcony stared at the endless sight with a faint smile. She was absorbed at the moment. New year felt like any other day, except people were celebratory about it. It was still worth the joy, nonetheless. They survived another year.
Just like that Christmas night, Marinette heard a rustle below her, shaking her out of her stupor. There she saw, a barely visible keychain.
It was circle-shaped with blended hues of pink surrounding it. The fireworks designs on the sides caught the lights and it was as though they winked back at her. Right in the middle was a shortened version of her name, engraved: Mari. It looked like neat, cursive, handwriting.
Below the keychain laid a plain envelope, sealed with a pastel pink washi tape. Curiously, Marinette opened it and found scented paper, with words handwritten in pen:
'I am bitter concerning times like these
That I cannot simply text you with ease,
With Social Media to open and access.
I don't mind contacting you this way, nevertheless,
I had to greet you a Happy New Year!
I have a new excuse to court you, and interfere.
We can deem time irrelevant given the new months, the new days
Talking about nothing and everything as we sit on your chaise.
Are you aware of how hard it is?
To not see you, makes everything seem amiss.
Despite the boundary you've recently set,
Our moments repeat in my mind. My mind just refuses to forget.
But I hope you know that I'm always willing to wait
Even if it takes years, princess, for just one date.
I anticipate whatever we'll soon go through.
Do blossom this year, and have a good time, won't you?'
"Corny." The blunette smiled at the mawkish poem, then chuckled, recalling their last interaction.
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"No more sarcasm, how often can I come?" asked Chat Noir.
"I'm usually really busy, but you can hang out around night, once a week." I tapped my chin. "But if you were so benevolent as to give me a choice, I'd rather you won't visit at all," I half-joked with a grin. His company wasn't too bad.
"Once?" He ignored my last statement. "Really. I want to bother you."
"You know, I should be the burden. You're the hero. Why is it that the roles are reversed?" I snorted.
"I can handle akumas. Even without my excuse of a partner," he bragged, "but you can't handle your studies without sufficient time."
Why did this cat really feel the need to bring my alter-ego down? I rolled my eyes. "You can't text me, right?" I drummed my fingers on the balcony's railings.
He feigned sadness. "No. My riches, unfortunately, are unable to purchase a phone."
"Live in a strict household too, don't you?" A side of my lips twitched upward.
"Shut up, I find phones a waste of time. They distract me from more important things," replied Chat with a dismissive scoff.
"Whatever you say."
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Contradiction || Marichat AU
FanfictionA plethora of enigmas, there the two of them stood in the middle of it all. The past shattered into bits of glass, yet who knew these hopeless little moments could eventually serve as pieces to the puzzle that is the future? With magical costumes h...
