A Masked Getaway

Chat Noir

"You need to leave!" Chat Noir had stormed into Félix's (his) villa without a care if Kagami was in there.

Félix looked up from his phone, his face devoid of all emotion. "No."

"Félix, come on. You've had your fun. Now leave us to it." With what had happened last night in the Mr and Mrs Valentine Island contest, they couldn't both continue staying here. Someone needed to go, and it wasn't going to be him.

"Had my fun?" his cousin hissed, low and aggressively. "You're the one who decided to bring feathers into the conversation."

"What have feathers got to do with anything?"

Félix went to speak. His mouth opened then closed abruptly. Before opening it again and finally speaking. "Are you trying to sell me out?"

"Says the one who made a joke about my mother!" They stood, staring at each other, and Chat Noir was close to charging over and taking Félix down. He could do it! Félix was a weed in comparison—all book smarts without anything to back it up. "You need to leave before I make you leave."

"We had a deal, remember. If you weren't so competitive we wouldn't be having this issue right now!"

Chat Noir felt his jaw tighten. "Apologise!" he demanded, only to be met with the huff of his cousin.

"Make me!"

Chat Noir felt his fist clench as he stepped forward, and Félix held his hands up in front of him to defend himself from the incoming attack.

"Kagami's sleeping," Félix said, standing up from his bar stool, hands still raised. It was then that Adrien realised the lack of clothing on Félix's part, or should he say parts. His cousin stood in front of him, bottom as bare as the day he was born.

"For goodness sake, have at least a little bit of dignity." Chat Noir slammed his hands over his eyes and turned away from his cousin. Dear Lord, nobody wanted to see that!

Félix's voice was full of amusement. "If my girl wants the body, it would be rude of me to ignore her."

"Too much information!"

"Oh, come on. You wanted her once as well." He heard Félix moving around the room, obviously picking up some of the clothing that had been thrown around in a haste he didn't want to think about. "By the way, I hope you don't mind, but I plan on marrying your ex."

"Be my guest," Chat Noir mumbled, almost jumping out of his skin as a hand tapped him on the shoulder. Pulling his arms away from his face, he noticed Félix standing in front of him in grey cotton shorts and a white vest. His grey cotton shorts and white vest. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Félix shrugged. "You left some in the wardrobe, and they looked comfortable."

"But they're mine."

"Don't get so tetchy! I'm only stealing your clothes, you have millions of these things. It's not like I'm stealing your girlfriend—again. To be honest, she sounds pretty into you at the moment, too."

He could feel his face begin to glow, the heat radiating from him a thousand degrees hotter than the sun. "We were just...I was...she wanted..."

Félix held up a hand. "Let's go for a walk. You can apologise as we go."

He rolled his eyes at Félix. He was one of his best friends, yet infuriated him more than anyone else—including Plagg.

Hesitantly, Chat Noir studied the back of his cousin, considering the best option. Should he follow him and find out what he had to say, or stand here like a buffoon having no idea what his next step should be.