𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗

-Spa-ing Over Training-

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

Eyes closed in concentration, the tall girl with mid-length chestnut brown hair sat criss-crossed onto the mat, hands on each knee. She was told to meditate, and the reason is to keep an open mind to make rational decisions. Completely useless, seeing as she makes logical decisions under pressure all the time.

"Rational and logical are two different things, you know." Said a little creature as she floated by the girl's shoulder. She was red, with four horns protruding from her large head, two horns on each cheek, two small fingerless hands, and toe-less feet. And honestly, as weird as he looks, the teen had found the little dragon cute, despite her sharp teeth trying to bite her whenever she squished her cheeks.

Dealla's right eye peeked open to glance at the kwami before it closed, resuming her meditation. She let a smile dance on her lips, hands itching to fiddle with the choker in her neck. "I knew you could read minds."

Longg rolled her golden irises. "It's clearly written on your big forehead," She said before resting atop the girl's head and closing her eyes. "Now zip and resume your training, young lady. Ten more minutes to go."

The brunette wrinkled her nose in offense before sighing, slouching her aching back slightly. Ten minutes left after this two-hour session.

Her butt is starting to ache, gosh. She gotta ask Choé for a day at the spa. Nino'd agree to it, for sure. He loves being pampered. Adrien, she isn't sure, knowing that the boy hates modeling with every fiber of his being, and that also includes monthly appointments at dermatologists. She has to assume that the boy has more skin care products than her and Chloé combined.

Longg stirred awake, and Dealla could hear the cute little yawn the kwami tried to stifle. The red creature laid on her stomach, blinking tiredly, with her limbs sprawled as if she was a starfish. "Time already?" She asked, mumbling the words.

Dealla exhaled through her nose and slowly opened her eyes to direct them at the grandfather clock by the arched doorway, and surely the hands struck twelve. How the heck does her kwami wake up at the right time? The brunette slowly nodded, not enough to let the little thing on her head fall.

A short old man with a goatee appeared from the doorway, hands holding a silver tray with a teapot, two little cups, and a plate of croissants to balance the beverage. Fu smiled at his successor, who eagerly went to the table before setting the tray on the wooden piece of work, sitting on the carpeted floor across from her.

Dealla took the teapot, holding its handle and the lid to pour steaming tea on each cup before setting it down, taking a croissant with a fork. She waited as Fu said his thanks before munching on the salty pastry.

Fu brought the cup of tea to his lips, smiling at the girl. "How was your meditation?"

"Delightful." Answered Dealla instinctively, poorly covering her laugh with a cough that sounded like some dying duck.

The old man chuckled, humming, "Good to know." He said before feeding his green companion floating on his shoulder some croissant. "Your progress these past few years has been doing greatly. You learn fast, able to have the strength to carry such burden." Fu then sighed, and Dealla immediately wrinkled her nose behind her cup.

She's heard of her Shifu's sob-story at least millions of times in her four years as his student, too many times that she could even recite it as a story for the children. She couldn't do anything, though, as she was unfortunate enough to be the only child of the Lee-Seinfeld family, who owes this old man something.

For four years, she was unsuccessful in finding out why she was used as an I-Owe-You deal. Sounds like human trafficking.

Dealla put down her cup as she tuned out Fu. She could care less.

The girl then spent the remaining tea-time thinking of her plan for the rest of the day.

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"Bro, this feels lit." said Nino as he sinked further into his overly soft chair, hands on each of its armrests as a manicurist filed one of his hands, his hair wrapped in a micro fibre towel while both his eyes were covered in cucumbers. He looked ridiculous with the face mask and pink, fluffy robes---Chloé's words---but the teen could only stick out his tongue at her childishly. "My feet's never been so relaxed." He wiggled his toes that was inside the foot massager.

Chloé---who was in the same position as Dealla and Nino---hummed, though a phone was on her other hand, scrolling through social media. "We should go together at times." She said nonchalantly, side-eyeing the teen who smiled while nodding in content. "Sabrina doesn't like it whenever we go to spas and salons, Dealla's almost nonexistent during weekends, while Adrien's gonna throw a little tantrum if I ask him."

Nino snorted, shoulders shaking in a silent laugh. Dealla's been silent ever since she sat her butt down on the chair in her purple robes, and he could only guess that the girl was snoring her way to her dreams.

"Yeah, man." Nino sighed, feeling the manicurist take his other hand as they finished his other one. "This is the best. Number one on my weekly to-do list."

And it will be as long as he lives.

"Guys, my nails are painted wrong." Came Dealla's sleepy voice as she stared at her neon-green nails, eyebrows sown together. Her cucumbers had been removed from her eyes, and she looked absolutely horrid with her lavender face mask. Not that she looks horrid without it anyway---"Wait, who the heck told my manicurist to paint my nails?"

Nino took a cucumber from one of his eyes, taking a glance at Dealla's nails before laughing, with Chloé snickering right after.

The brunette later found the color rather tolerable, going as far as to paint her toenails too. Though she requested some light purple to go with balance.

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Bonus:

Adrien stared at the picture at his phone, a small laugh escaping his lips as he read the message after it.

Addicted to dru--coffee, 12:34 AM
Your friend needs restraint. He told the person to paint my nails a neon-green.

Me, 12:35 AM
Suits you

He has never been so genuine his entire life.

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Eyoooo

Sorry not sorry for the delay in my publishing ;^; school's been hectic, seeing as it's nearing closing, and the assignments are everywhere. Currently, there's three of my unfinished tasks, and i'll try to update not monthly

2024 author here lol. I've been reading some comments wondering when the heck mc got her miraculous... well, i won't tell ya (●'◡'●) BUT hints were dropped in some chapters before this, so eh, that is all~ republished: 09/17/24 

I COULDN'T WAIT FOR ANOTHER DAY щ(゜ロ゜щ)