In this Alternate Universe, only Ladybug, Chat Blanc and Hawkmoth exists. There was never a Chat Noir. All three were against each other. Ladybug, the Super-Heroine saves Paris. Chat Blanc likes to get into mischief by robbing houses, shops and runn...
"Answer me. Who was that boy?" Adrien asked sternly.
"N-Nobody." Marinette stuttered while glancing at the figure of Luka walking.
"Don't look at him. Look at me. I don't think that the boy you hugged multiple times was a 'nobody' " Adrien said.
"Ugh, fine! He's just a friend!" Marinette blurted out.
"Is he going to tell the police?" Adrien speculated.
"No, he didn't. He wouldn't want me to get into more trouble." Marinette said.
Adrien sighed and said, "C'mon, now. We've got to get going. I've rented an apartment for us. We're going stay there until this mess is fixed, okay?" Then, he continued, "I'm going to hail a taxi. Follow me."
By now, the sun was already setting. The mellow sun going down over the horizon looked like a golden disc. The trees and plants that were covered in snow lit up in a golden glow. The floating of fleecy clouds looked like a stretch of fire. Marinette watched with awe as the sun slowly disappeared under the buildings.
After a few minutes of waiting, Adrien managed to get the taxi driver's attention. The driver rolled down the car window and asked, "Where you off to?"
"Aldgate Apartments." Adrien said loudly as the cold wind was whooshing.
"Aight, mate." said the driver.
Adrien nodded and opened the taxi door and beckoned Marinette to get in. When Marinette got into the car, she felt relaxed and at ease. The heat that was radiating from the heater was soothing that Marinette couldn't help but sleep again. She was exhausted after the train ride, meeting Luka and basically and waiting for the taxi to arrive.
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Marinette woke up the next morning to find herself in an unfamiliar room. She lay still for a few minutes, trying to recall more about the journey that had brought her here.
The last thing she remembered was climbing into the back of a car driven by a man wearing a dark black coat and chauffeur's cap. After that, everything went dark. And then, a pair of strong arms had lifted her from the car and carried her through to a bedroom, where he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before turning out the lights.
She sat up now and looked around. The room was quite large-larger than her room back in Paris. The room contained nothing more than the bed she was lying in, a white colored chest of drawers with a bowl and jug on top and a wardrobe in the corner.
She lifted the sheets, looked down, and was surprised to see that she was wearing a nightgown. Someone must have undressed her, and the idea of this made her face grow red because whoever it was would have seen everything.
Marinette climbed out of the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, her bare feet cold against the wooden floor below, opened it to find that her clothes were still inside. She opened the chest of drawers and saw that it was empty. The jug was full of water, however, so she drank a little and swirled it around her mouth before spitting it out again, and then poured a little into the bowl so that she could wash her face.
Walking over to a window, she pulled the curtain back to look outside, but the glass was frosted all over.
Where am I? She wondered.
Turning around, she noticed a painting on the wall of a beautiful woman on a swing. Marinette found herself staring at the painting for quite some time - there was something hypnotic about the woman's dress - and she only snapped out of it when she heard footsteps making their way along the corridor outside.
Quickly she jumped back into bed and pulled the sheets up to her torso. When the door handle turned, Adrien stood at the entrance and stared at Marinette.
"You're awake," he said in an accusatory tone.
Marinette said nothing and simply nodded her head.
"There's a bathroom outside in the corridor to your left if you want to take a bath," he said,
"Okay, thanks." she said.
Adrien nodded his head and left the room.
Marinette climbed out of bed and walked towards the door and turned the door handle. She stepped out of the room and noticed that she was in the hallway. The apartment she was staying in was quite fancy.
She walked along the corridor, looking left and right, trying to take everything in. The color of the apartment was almost entirely white. Marinette opened a door and went in. A white bathtub stood in the centre of the bathroom, half filled with water, steam rising from the surface. This time, she remembered to lock the door.
She removed her nightgown and hung it on a metal rack before carefully climbing into the bathtub. Once she was in, she lay back and closed her eyes, enjoying the unexpected luxury. It had been a long time since she'd taken a warm bath. She pumped some soap into her hands and soon, the bathtub was filled a frothy white mass of bubbles produced by the soap. When it produced a good lather, she began to wash herself.
She buried her head under the surface, enjoying the way the sounds of the outside world would disappear before massaging her scalp with the soap to wash her hair. When she'd rinsed out all the lather, she got from the bathtub and reached out for a large towel that was hanging on the metal rack.
She dried her hair with it before enveloping herself in the towel, which was softer and more sumptuous than any she had ever known. It felt so comfortable wrapped tightly around her body that she would have been happy to stay in it forever.
A/N: Huh. My chapters seem to be getting longer lol. Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
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Also, this is how I imagined the bathroom to look like:
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