Noir gone Blanc (UNDER REVISION)

Morning with Blanc et Violet (Chapter 18)

When I awoke the next....morning? Hard to tell with the sky. I felt a warm body next to me, and I immediately remembered Chat Blanc et Violet. It almost felt secure, but that little voice nagged in the back of my mind, warning me of the destruction he could cause. My stomach growled quite loudly, and I blushed. It felt like I hadn't eaten in so long, especially since my whole world had been turned upside down. As I tried to move off the bed, an arm snaked around my waist, and pulled me back in. I gasped, surprised by the sudden movement. 

"Where are you going?" Chat's voice murmured quietly. He pulled me closer to him, and I sighed.

"I'm hungry, Chat," I whispered, and tried again to get up, with no avail. Chat Blanc et Violet had an especially tight grip this morning. He chuckled, and finally let go of me. Lifting his head, he smirked, and muttered something I couldn't quite hear. In the palm of his hand appeared a croissant. 

It made sense he could create objects, but food? My powers were limited to random items used for missions....when I had my miraculous. I shook my head, and grabbed the bread from his hand, quietly thanking him. 

While I was eating, Chat sat up and stretched his arms, watching me. I tried not to make eye contact with him as I ate, not wanting any attention.  Somehow, he knew my intention, and tapped my leg. I turned my head to him, and he smiled. 

"There she is," Chat said. I sighed and finished off my food, brushing the blanket off when I was done. "What do you want from me, Chat?" I asked. "Truly, what have you envisioned for us, when everything is lost?"

"Lost?" Chat echoed. "It's just you and me in this world, like always. I'd call that a win." I shuddered, remembering our old phrase as ladybug and Chat Noir.

"Besides, there is so much to do, to discover," he continued. "The world is our oyster, ready to be explored at any moment." 

"Well, what about me?" I countered. "It'll get tiring to carry me around everywhere, always taking care of me-"

"Never," He interrupted. "I would rearrange the heavens for you if it meant we'd be together...forever."

The whole conversation started to get overwhelming, so I jumped up, walking to the bathroom. Chat didn't follow me, thank goodness. I honestly wouldn't be able to take it. 

Closing the door, I made my way over to the shower, stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, razors, etc. It had been a while since I had been able to take a shower. Shrugging off my clothes, I stepped into the glass cube, and turned on the water. The drops were automatically hot,  which was quite surprising. I washed up, taking my time to scrub clean of the past few weeks. 

When I finished, I stayed under the water, stalling. There wasn't any point staying there, except for the fact Chat wasn't here. Sighing, I turned it off, and stepped out, shivering as the cool air hit me. A rack stood to the side, holding different sized towels. I grabbed the biggest and fluffiest one I could find, and wound it around my body. Towel drying my hair with another, I opened and  peeked out the door. Chat was no where to be seen. With a breath of relief, I popped out, and searched for clean clothes. 

"Looking for something?" I squeaked and turned around quickly, holding the towel tightly to my body. Chat was sitting in the chair, his legs propped up, and clean clothes in his hands. I cleared my throat, and stood up straight. 

"Yes," I said. "Please, I need those." Chat smirked, feigning ignorance. 

"What, these?" 

I sighed, and murmured, "Yes, I can't walk around in a towel all day." He chuckled and muttered cataclysm, my clothes disintegrating. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to a drawer. In there were Adrien's old clothes. I picked up a t-shirt and boxers. Closing the drawer, I smirked at Chat's reaction as I walked to the bathroom, and shut the door. Taking my undergarments from earlier, I redressed in those and pulled Adrien's shirt over my head. Seeing as it was long enough to be a short dress, I left the boxers on the floor, and brushed my hair out. 

I glanced in the mirror, taking in my appearance. The shirt I wore was definitely a model shirt, tight in all the right places. My hair rippled down my back, leaving little wet streaks. I exited the bathroom, still seeing Him in the same place as before. As he heard the door open, he swiveled around to take in my appearance. 

"Well well well, my old clothes suit you," he grinned, standing up and walking over to me. I decided I would no longer stray away from him like a scared bunny, but stand tall and confident. 

"Well, they'll have to do, seeing as you cataclysmed my clothes," I retorted. 

"Mhm, and it was worth it." I glared at him, and pushed away his hand that was wandering down my side. 

"Chat, at this point I can't take any more of your bullshit," I replied. "Please, your different moods are giving me whiplash." I still had to find a way to fix everything, and if it meant giving the cold shoulder while I figured out a plan, then so be it.

"Why are you playing hard to get, purrincess?" Chat purred, pulling me close to him. 

"I'm not playing anything, except maybe your game that I've been forced to participate in." I pushed off his chest, and walked away. I heard him growl from behind me, and I smirked. 

"Hey!" He barked. (Author's note: Kinda Ironic, because he's a cat........you can laugh now) "Get back here!" I looked back, and rolled my eyes. 

"You can't run away, there's nowhere to go!" He growled. Ignoring him, I continued to walk away, when it hit me.

A way to finally end this nightmare.

Author's note: There probably won't be many chapters left to this story, however, I'm definitely thinking about writing another story. The plot is still in progress, but we'll see how it goes. 

For the meantime, enjoy the picture of Chat et Violet I drew. I do a lot of art along with writing :)